You Can Now Preview "Unveil Me My Love"

I have to modify the title of this post, because I have decided to copyright Unveil Me My Love and publish it as a novelette on Lulu.com. Because, I want people to preview it and download it for only $1 in electronic version or buy the hardcover version on
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I did this to generate the momentum for the heat to make it hot when it comes up on Amazon and other publishers online and offline.

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"Unveil Me, My Love"
   The Love Story of Rekiyyah Bint Abu Bakr

 
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Here are extracts from the historical fiction.


Later Sunniyah told me that Aishah(ra) disclosed to her what he whispered into her ear.
 “No Prophet is taken by death until he has been shown his place in Paradise and then offered the choice to live or to die.”

The prophet (pbuh) never recovered. Anas later disclosed his last words to me.
“With the supreme communion in Paradise, with those upon whom God has showered his favor, the prophets and the saints and the martyrs and the righteous, most excellent for communion are they.”
Anas said he raised his head and said, “O Allah, with the supreme communion.” The prophet (pbuh) gave up at the dusk of the twelfth of Rabi’ al-Awwal, which the followers of the sacred cross recorded as June 8, 632 A.D. Sunniyah told me that he died with his head resting on the laps of his beloved Aishah (ra).
He was only sixty-three years old.
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The Unveiling of Rekiyyah bint Abu bakr (ra)

One cold night, I was sitting alone in front of my tent under the half moon when I saw a hooded figure on the white mule of the prophet (pbuh) that was a precious gift from Muqawqis. I was wondering who could be this strange visitor.
Then as the figure came closer, I recognized that it was a female figure.
Then the unmistakable velvet voice of Rekiyyah bint Abu Bakr (ra) greeted me.
“Salam Alaikum.”
“Wa alaikum salam, sister.”
I was gaping and gasping in awe. Why would I to be honoured by such a highly revered visitor?
“Alhamdulillaah!” I exclaimed inwardly.
I hurriedly took her by her slim hands into my tent. I did not want anyone to see her.


Preview http://www.lulu.com/content/470501

Uzomaeze,
Yes, I am the author.

I have been researching these facts and for security reasons, I have left out the most glaring and provocative aspects of the love life of the Prophet (pbuh).
The leading character Hasan Abdullah is one of the Abbyssians recruited for warfare.

Here is an example of explicit things I may edit out of the story:

Dennylove,
Thank you very much.
God will perfect the genius in everyone of us.

I prefer that comments be e-mailed to amazon-shorts@amazon.com

I want to unveil the real truth on Islam to the millions who are still ignorant of it.
 

Here is more from Unveil Me, My Love:

Since the prophet ((pbuh ) was dead, I felt an emptiness in my heart and soul and I made up my mind to return home to Abyssinia. And I wanted to persih the thought of any future with Aishah. The father now seemed to have more need of her divine gifts in the absence of the prophet ((pbuh). I also feared that the caliph would never allow an Abyssinian to marry his beloved Aishah.
 
The Three Maidens In White

I was feverish for some days and I was seeing and hearing things as my body shook and it was as if I was no longer on earth. I was used to these fevers. I always fell ill once in a year and I would be rejuvenated afterwards. I took my usual medicine made from bitter herbs prepared by Sunniyah.
“May be you are homesick,” she said.
I did not reply. I only nodded.
I have spent over ten years in the service of the prophet (pbuh) and survived many battles. And I have been even more comfortable here than my years at home. But I was missing my mother. Again, I was discovering certain things and the parchment I received in my last pilgrimage to Jerusalem was now like my talisman. And even the prophet (pbuh) did not deny the truth. That it was the Jews who told him about Allaha whom they called Allah. We all agreed that he is the one and only supreme God and the maker of all things visible and invisible in heaven and on earth. But, I wanted to return to Jerusalem and ask more questions on how the sacred word of God could become flesh and was the Jew whom the bearers of the sacred cross called the only begotten Son of God. Because, the Qur'an said this was not so. Why? 

It was about the eleventh hour of the Jummah when I was half asleep. Sunniyah was not with me. Then I saw smoke rising from the floor and soon the smoke enveloped the room. I was wondering what could be the meaning of this. Then I saw them. They were all in white. Like the minstrels of Wahy (Divine Revelations). Three of them coming from a mosque and I saw other buildings behind them.
Then suddenly I did not see them again. I closed my eyes and when I opened them Sunniyah had come with some fruits for me. 
“You were hallucinating again,” she said.
“I had a vision,” I said.
She was washing the fruits and only glanced at me.
“Yes. These fevers come with such hallucinations and visions. Don’t worry Hassan, you will soon be on your feet and dancing with me.”
“You are not the only one who can see things,” I said and closed my eyes again.
“All right. We all have dreams and visions. My dear brother, what did you see?”
“I saw three maidens in white in a mist of smoke.”
“Where? I hope Satan has not urinated in your ears while you were sleeping?”
“Allah forbids it!” I prayed.
She stopped what she was doing and came closer to where I lay on my mat.
“Right here while you were not here. When I was half awake.”
“The three daughters of Nasibin”
“You know them?”
“Yes. They only appear to you when you are ready to…”
“I am not ready to die now.”
She laughed and her voice rang in my ears.
“Oh, no Hassan! You are not about to die. They are not the jinns of Shayatin. But when they appear to young men, they mean well.”
“And what does it mean?”
“That your bride is coming soon!”
Sunniyah smiled and brought me three fruits in a bowl. She offered me one and I accepted it. “Eat my brother. The apple will revive you,” she said.
“But, I don’t want to marry here,” I said.
“Why?” She asked.
“I prefer one of our own maidens in Abyssinia,” I replied.
“Arabian women are the loveliest of all women in the world,” she sang.
She rose to her feet and danced for a moment.
Yes. She was lovely. Yes, very lovely. But she said she would never marry and loved her calling as a stargazer. But I knew she was the comforter of some men in Arabia.
“Your mother would be happy to be the mother in-law of a beautiful Arabian princess,” she said.
I sighed and we were silent for a while.
“The sun is going home and I must return before darkness covers my path,” she said.
“I wish I could escort you,” I said.
“Trouble not yourself. You need to rest until you are fully revived. “
She held my hands for a while and murmured her usual inaudible prayer.
“You will sleep well tonight my brother.”
As she left, I felt like the loneliest man on earth.

@ Orikinla
I never knew Nigeria had a Intelligent, promising, brilliant and promising as you.
Any way keep it up.
and i pray God guides you and give you more knowledge and insight which will help you in writing more novels.
Keep it up.