About the book

Two Hearts, Two Perspectives—One Unforgettable Love Story

Love isn’t just about grand gestures and perfect moments—it’s also about the awkward silences, overanalyzed texts, and the little things that make hearts collide in the most unexpected ways.
A Good Man for a Good Woman takes you on a journey through love, loss, and the sweet chaos in between—told from both sides of the story.

Yasser sees love as a puzzle to solve—logical, structured, something to be figured out piece by piece.
Azrina, on the other hand, feels every moment deeply, riding the emotional waves with her heart wide open.

Written by two authors—one male, one female—this book brings a refreshing dual perspective that captures the raw, unfiltered reality of relationships.

A light, engaging read with humor, warmth, and moments that will make you nod in recognition, this is the kind of love story where you don’t just follow the characters—you see yourself in them.

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Why You and Readers Will Love It

A Wholesome Romance Rooted in Faith
This is not just about boy-meets-girl. It’s about two souls navigating love with boundaries, respect, and a deep connection to their faith.

Two Perspectives, Two Voices
Written by two authors—one writing Yasser, the other Azrina—you’ll experience love through both masculine and feminine lenses. Expect intellectual chemistry and emotional depth.

A Slow-Burn Romance Worth Waiting For
No insta-love. Just a slow, thoughtful build-up full of quiet moments, longing looks, and unspoken feelings that simmer and grow over time.

Good Girl Meets Bad Boy—with a Twist
Yasser might smoke, gamble, and flirt—but deep down, he’s searching for meaning. Azrina challenges him in ways that force growth, honesty, and vulnerability.

Cultural Connection & Modern Love
An unapologetically Malaysian story that blends tradition, millennial struggles, and the search for authentic connection.

What Makes It Special

Dual POV storytelling

Realistic relationship progression

Muslim representation without preaching

Fun, light-hearted tone with heart-tugging moments

Ideal for fans of slow-burn, clean romance with emotional payoff

Includes a helpful glossary of Islamic and cultural terms in every chapter — so you can feel connected, even if it’s new to you.

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I had that morning all planned out. First, the attention-grabber. Since I couldn’t whistle like everyone else, I went for the long, exaggerated lip-smacking kissing sound directed at her. In an instant, she turned and her laughter stopped, her friends followed suit. Alright, okay. That got her attention, and... the attention of her entourage. I flinched at the sight. Great! Now I might have to deal with all of them. Perhaps, I should have thought of that earlier.

I proceeded to approach her except I couldn’t walk beside her due to her friend being on her left. I should have thought about this too. Damn it! Another oversight.This meant I’d have to converse across her friend.

Walking beside them, matching their pace, I began, “Hi! Morning. Assalamualaikum. Hi, I’m Yasser. And what’s your name?” My focus remained on her, ignoring the friend between us. But she gave no response. She kept her eyes in front and kept on walking, all of them clutching their school bags against their chest. As if I’m gonna snatch their bags away. Really? Prejudiced, aren’t we? I sighed but soldiered on.

“Hi! Assalamualaikum... Ignoring a salam is quite the sin, you know,” I persisted. 

She finally turned, meeting my gaze, and replied, “Waalaikumsalam.” And that just gave me a huge grin from ear to ear. 

“Haa… That’s more like it. Now we’re getting somewhere. So, what’s your name?” I directed the question her way, but she continued walking without acknowledging. 

Suddenly I felt a hand land on my chest. I stared at the hand, and then at the person attached to it, and saw this Robert Pattinson look-alike in her school’suniform. What the hell? I thought to myself, stunned momentarily.

Robert Pattinson look-alike spoke, “What are you doing?” 

I looked at his hand again and back to his face and sternly said, “Get your hands off me!” He withdrew his hand slowly, still exuding cockiness. I noticed she had stopped and was watching the scene unfold between us. Is this guy her boyfriend or what? I was stumped and irritated by his actions. 

Bad idea buddy, I thought to myself. Because when he touched me, immediately he gave me a perfect range to knock him out cold with a ‘step in left hook’ to his chin or a jab to his nose and a straight cross to his chin. However, in that instance my instincts told me that a fight didn’t seem prudent with her watching, and it wouldn’t do any favours for my image. I sensed being a thug won't win anything with her. 

From the corner of my eyes, I spotted my friends gathering behind me. Robert Pattinson’s confidence wavered as Mambang questioned, “Yo Yasser, what’s going on brother?” Mambang then turned to Robert Pattinson and glared at him from top to bottom, intimidating him even more. 

K-Park got up to Robert Pattinson’s face demanding, “What’s up with you??” 

I looked at Robert Pattinson and warned, “Don’t you ever touch me again.” I gestured toward the girl with my eyes remarking, “She saved you.” 

At that instant, my eyes met hers and our eyes locked, and for those brief seconds, it felt as though time slowed. The world was just me and her, until Robert Pattinson’s friends called out to him, breaking the spell. 

“Zed, come on! Let's get to school!” He then turned and left. And she left too. 

What was that all about? Who is this guy to her? And who is she? What is her name? Well, whatever your name is… I… WANT… YOU..

It was then that I heard footsteps behind us and realised with horror that the boy had crossed the road and was catching up with us until we were walking in sync. He greeted me and offered his name – ‘Yasser’. Yasser… His name echoed in my head. He was so close to us that I could smell him – cigarettes, musky citrus and sea salt. I returned his greetings to be polite.

A few steps away, our schoolmate, Zed, was observing us. I saw Zed march over unexpectedly, causing us to stop short as we watched him walk up to Yasser and laid his hand on Yasser’s chest, pushing him away. I motioned to my girls to keep on walking. Whatever Zed wanted to do with Yasser was his business. But part of me was curious… What’s going to happen next?

I peered behind me and slowed down my steps until I was at a standstill with the other girls. I witnessed the exchange between Yasser and Zed. They looked fierce. As if ready to get into a fist fight. My heart skipped a beat, mild panic rising. I held back the urge to walk up to them to tell them to stop. I wouldn’t want anyone to get hurt. Yasser was just innocently asking for my name after all. 

I saw Yasser’s group of friends approach him and Zed’s too. And then our eyes met, Yasser’s and mine. I held his gaze and couldn’t bring myself to look away. It was like he was trying to communicate something to me and I allowed myself to be on the receiving end, trying to comprehend. 

Then his boys conjured and as soon as they did, they dissipated. Next thing I knew we were headed back to school. The commotion was over.

***

Zed walked over to me in class and asked, “Are you alright? Don’t worry about him, ok. I already told him off. He won’t dare approach you again.” 

I gave him a meek smile. Zed is a family friend. I’ve known him since kindergarten and he’s been a good buddy. But I didn’t need his protection. I have Allah. Nevertheless, I welcomed his friendly and helpful demeanour. I watched as he walked back to his class which was across from mine. He acted like a big brother all the time, keeping a watchful eye on me in case I needed anything. In a way, it was comforting. But sometimes it felt suffocating. I wasn’t his little sister. I wasn’t his responsibility.

Afrani nudged me and asked, “What did you say his name is again?”

“Yasser…” I replied, his voice still playing in my head. I shook myself.

“You’re ok?” Afrani asked. “You seem rather taken aback.”

“Like… Who wouldn’t be?” I said, trying to force the image of him out of my mind but it was impossible. His smile, his eyes, his scent… How he had asked for my name… I wondered why he had singled me out from the other girls. What did he see in me? 

I turned my attention to the blackboard where our science teacher was writing formulas and nothing just registered. I was in so much trouble. How did I get myself into this? I needed to ace my IGCSE and how was I going to do that if I allowed myself to be distracted by a guy? A guy who is no less attractive, I must say. 

Astaghfirullah… Ya Allah, forgive me.

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It was September, it was cold, and I was rocking my denim jacket with a light grey hoodie underneath, paired with dark blue jeans with white All Star canvas high top shoes. I just love these hoodies. They give me that tough and rough street guy look. 

I had made it that far, something I never expected to accomplish. I had completed my A-levels in Kuala Lumpur with just enough credits, thanks to all the partying. Those two years of A-levels were a whirlwind of fun rather than serious studying. It was adapting to a new environment, making new friends, and then there was Cindy. 

Cindy and I started as mere classmates at first, seated far apart from each other in the classroom. However, as our fondness for one another grew, our seats gradually inched closer. It all began during lunch breaks at the canteen, and soon enough, we were sharing the party scene together. Our companionship evolved into something deeper. 

However, she went off to Australia to further her studies, as many of her relatives are there, making it more convenient for her than being in London with me. We promised to email and visit each other. Sure, whatever. Honestly, I don't have that much faith in long distance relationships, but then that could be just me. Maybe Cindy possesses the magic to make it work. I don’t know, only time will tell. Those thoughts were in my mind.

I was actually standing at King’s Road indulging in people-watching. Some looked happy, some strode with purpose, and others seemed lost in their thoughts. I was also taking in the diverse cityscape. Naturally, there were plenty of locals, but I was also noticing a good number of Asians.

I was really waiting for Fahis to come out from the bookstore behind me where he was on a quest for his favourite comic books. Now let me tell you a bit about Fahis. We've been buddies since we were nine years old. We shared classes in primary school from Standard Three to Five, then got separated in Standard Six. But fate brought us back together in high school when we hit Form Three. Now, Fahis, he's a full-blown nerd, no denying it. But he's one of the coolest nerds you'll ever meet. What sets him apart from the rest? Well, he's into fights too.

There was this one unforgettable showdown when he faced off against Fadhrul. These two guys were massive, like something straight out of a comic book. It was a clash of titans. Fahis is big in comparison to me. I stand at 5'7", and he easily clears six feet. When we stroll together, it's like Spiderman walking alongside the Hulk. But despite his imposing size, he's truly a gentle giant at heart. However, if you ever happen to be on the opposing side of him charging like a battering ram in a rugby match, well, let's just say he can be rather intimidating.

Fahis arrived in the UK two years prior to me. He completed his A-levels at the prestigious Rugby School. He is so proud of that school. The school boasts an incredible history, dating back to the early 1500s, making it one of the oldest schools in the UK, if not THE oldest. Interestingly, he had become my roommate. We were both going to study at UCL. I never thought that we would be studying in the same place until our chance meeting at Malaysia Hall during my first week here.

As for my other friends, Dzul continued his studies at our local university down south, while Mambang pursued his education in Germany. Unfortunately, Penyu and Ali had to enter the workforce as they didn't have opportunities to further their studies.

“Check it out, bro! Look at these!” exclaimed Fahis, excitement radiating from his face as he showed me his spanking new collection of comic books from the bookstore. There were Marvel and DC Comics. Have I mentioned that he’s a comic buff? He's deep into super hero and super villain characters. Don’t get me wrong, it’s really fine. I’m a comic buff too. While I share his passion, I had moved on to something crucial and critical in a man’s life - girls! Especially girls in boots. And boy oh boy, I saw them a lot in London.

“Cool, bro! You're gonna let me read these, right?” I asked, eagerly eyeing the comics.

Fahis playfully raised an eyebrow. “You'll have to let me watch you wash and soap those hands first. Who knows where those hands have been. For all I know those hands probably were in your pants, scratching your butt,” he teased. 

I raised both hands defensively. “These hands? These hands are clean and innocent, man,” I replied, pretending to wipe them on Fahis' shirt. 

He recoiled dramatically. “Yo bro! Keep your hands away!!” he practically shouted, and I couldn't help but burst into a mischievous grin.

“Come on, bro. I'm hungry. Where's this sandwich place you've been raving about?” I urged. “Let's head there, and you can fill me in on all the juicy details about these comics.”

His prior stay in the UK made him familiar with the area and the best places to visit. “Alright, alright, let's go. It's just a few blocks away,” Fahis said, pointing in the direction we needed to go. As we walked, he seemed engrossed in his comics, leaving me free to soak up the vibrant atmosphere of London.

“This one bro,” Fahis exclaimed, pointing to the cafe already next to us.

“Cool bro.” I replied, glancing at the café with its large windows. It had that old-world charm, like something straight out of the 1940s, with its green window panels and wooden door with a large glass pane. The kind of cafe you'd find in the first Godfather movie or the one Tom Hardy starred in, The Legend. Or, if you're from Malaysia, it has that DeliFrance vibe.

We stepped into the café, it was bustling with customers. Most of the prime tables were already taken. But we were fortunate, I spotted a small table right by the window, nestled at the edge of the shop. It would be a favourite spot for anyone, offering views both inside and outside, with your back against the wall.

“Hey, bro. Over there,” I pointed excitedly, grabbing his arm. We hurried over to claim the table. As I settled into my seat, I glanced around the café. Everyone seemed lost in their own world, savouring their food and drinks.

“Alright, bro. What do you want?” Fahis asked, pointing to the menu written on a blackboard above the serving counter.

I leaned back, taking in the atmosphere. “You know what, bro? Surprise me. This is your spot,” I said. “Actually, no, wait. Get me that sandwich you're always raving about, the one with beef and salami, and a hot chocolate,” I added.

“Alright, hang tight,” Fahis said before heading to the counter while I continued my surreptitious survey of the café's patrons. It was like a diverse buffet of people – I saw Whites and Asians. I saw mixed couples and I’m seeing this girl in a hijab. I think she’s Persian or maybe from some Asian descent.

I never paid much attention to girls in hijab until I met Azrina, Na. I searched for her for about a year, but to no avail. I scoured one social network platform after another, there were Azrinas but not hers. I sent some messages to whom I thought could be hers, but received no favourable replies. 

Approaching her friends was also a no-go; I highly doubted they held me in high regard. Besides, their school days ended in June, and afterwards, they were nowhere to be seen. Perhaps they, too, were off to explore the world, following in her footsteps. The only concrete thing I knew about her was that on that fateful day, she left for Japan.

Oooh… That girl… That girl had caused so much stir in me. She had kept me awake at night and she had made my food taste bland. And she had even caused me to see her in every hijab-wearing girl. Well, maybe not every girl. But certainly in those who shared her height, body frame, and facial features. Occasionally, there were exceptions, like the girl I was currently observing; she was probably about 20 kilos heavier. Yet, she had a hint of Azrina's facial features. But there were good ones that looked exactly like her. Like the girl I just spotted outside the window, riding in a taxi. She was the spitting image of Azrina, and I’m convinced she shot me a look that suggested I had indeed caught her attention too. Or was it just me being hopeful that made me see things?

“Ok bro. Here you are.” Fahis announced, serving our orders onto the table. “Bon appetit! Let’s eat!” he cheerfully exclaimed.

“Bro, you’re in the UK you know. We speak English. We don’t speak Spanish.” I teased.

“You silly goose! That's German!” Fahis shot back, taking a hearty bite of his sandwich.

“Very well then. Bon appetit!” I replied with a grin, and we both shared a good laugh.

“Bro, do you know where I could earn some money? I need to raise some cash. I’m planning for a trip to Japan.” I inquired.

“Raise some cash? Why Japan? You just got here.” Fahis responded, clearly surprised.

Azrina

I got into a cab. I needed to get to the Student Department by 10 am to see the Student Counsellor. I still had scholarship matters to settle before I could begin the first semester of my degree programme. I loved everything about my university: the location, the lecturers, my course mates, the dorm, the food.

What Readers Are Saying

This book was such a refreshing read! Yasser and Azrina’s perspectives felt so real, like I was peeking into the minds of two people figuring out love in their own way. The contrast between their personalities, his logical approach versus her emotional depth, made their story feel authentic and, at times, hilariously relatable. It’s light, it’s heartwarming, and it’s one of those stories that makes you smile at the little things in relationships. If you love romance with a touch of humor and characters you genuinely root for, you’ll enjoy this one!

Alex

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