Dare to Dream (Arabian Nights Book 2)
(By Anne Perreault)
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Was she? She lowered her face to his. “I’m so much more than okay. I’m adored by the most important men in my life. You and Christ. It should be enough.” And it was.
Fatima Sayeed’s troubled, dark past is now firmly behind her, and new challenges are on the horizon. Soon, she and her best friend Amira will graduate from university and pursue their careers. And Zahir, the good and kind man whom she has come to love with all her heart, seems to be on the verge of proposing marriage. But all of these new changes are overshadowed by old doubts and fears. Is she enough to be Zahir’s wife? She’s failed once already. What if moving forward ruins everything they’ve built?
Smart, successful, and determined, Amira is one of only a handful of women to ever graduate with a degree in her field. That alone ought to be enough for her, but somehow, it isn’t. She admires the tender affection between her friend Fatima and her brother Zahir, but that sort of thing isn’t something an independent woman like her needs. Or . . . is it?
Zahir is set on proposing to Fatima and eager to start their married life together. He dreams of having children and growing old with her, but a nagging dark feeling has him on edge. When he finds himself between a rock and a hard place, he is forced to make a choice with devastating consequences.
In this time of change and upheaval, relationships will be tested, and hearts will be put on the line, and hard questions will demand answers. Will bitterness keep Amira from seeing the truth about herself? Is Fatima strong enough to face her fears? Can Zahir accept that not all his dreams will come true?
Copyright 2024 by Anne Perreault1
“Beautiful Amira. Tell me what you want?” The memory of those whispered words stuck like the humidity of the late afternoon. She ought not to dwell on them anymore. They were spoken such a long time ago. A part of her, deep inside and not easily acknowledged, wanted the words to cling to her memory, never forgetting them.
She gave a long, drawn-out sigh as she absent-mindedly closed the door to her old jalopy of a car.
Stepping into the warm lobby of the apartment building that had been home for the past four years, Amira Sayeed pushed the button to the elevator. Heat swirled around her as she traveled to the fifth floor, where she and her best friend shared an apartment. When the doors whooshed open, the stagnant air in the hall was filled with the aroma of spices and herbs. Amira pressed a hand against the flat of her growling stomach.
She gave the air a good sniff, then proceeded to the fourth door on the right. As she faced it, the scent that came from the apartment beyond was entirely too enticing. Distracted, she rifled through her purse. A strand of hair kept escaping her hijab over and over again, and wouldn’t stay where it was supposed to. With an irritated puff of warm breath, she let the scarf slip to her shoulders while she hunted for the keys to her apartment.
Her purse was a mess. Why did she carry around all these unnecessary items?
Amira sank onto her haunches, removing several different flavors of lip balm, a Sudoku booklet, a paperback, and several pencils (most of them in need of sharpening) from her purse. Next came three used-up pens, a hairbrush with a broken handle and one intact, an empty deodorant, her wallet and phone.”
