popgirl9021

They called me badqismat, unlucky. My own community told me I'd be better off dead, that I was a carrier of shame and unbearable to look at. They didn't know my story. They didn't know how I illegally crossed the border, witnessed the murder of my beloved father, went to my sister's funeral, and watched my mother pull every hair on her scalp until she withered away like a dead weed. Injustice. Corruption. Tyranny. Despotism. Unfortunately, I knew the meaning of these words from an early age. But things took a turn. And now, they call me by my name. Aadila. It means just. Fair. The bringer of justice and the ender of corruption. This is my journey through a hellish storm and how it paved my way towards becoming the best female lawyer in Pakistan.My name is Aadila and this is my story.…

popgirl9021

After her father suddenly passes away from cancer, Elena is thrust into a vicious cycle of drug addiction. Orange-tinted plastic bottles and NA key tags rule her melancholic world. But people don't like to talk about drug addiction - they sweep it under the rug like a mess they don't want to acknowledge let alone clean. Though it seems as if there's no light at the end of the tunnel, sometimes it takes a loving hand, or a few, to guide you towards it. A realistic story of heart-wrenching loss, political oppression, unconditional love, and hope in the darkest of times.Why is this rated mature? There are references to drug use, abuse, suicide, and vulgar language which may be sensitive topics to some readers.All Rights Reserved…