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Epilogue
Hey Guys it's my Birthday say a prayer for me 🎂🎂🎉
Alhamdulillah for the gift of life
Today am +1 which am glad and happy
And today again am -1 year closer to my grieve. Ya Allah Forgive Me for all the sins that have committed both known an unknown
Ya Allah bless the parents that gave birth to me and are there for me through thick and thin, through sickness and health.
Dedicated To My Lovely Mummy🥰 and Daddy💕. I Love you ❤️❤️😘😘 Both
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5 Years LaterShe was busy on the phone when someone knocked. "Baby I will call you back. I love you" and she end the call."Come in" she reply adjusting herself
"Good day ma"
"Good day Bola. How may I help you?"
"Madam I wan
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Tehzeeb Four
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Tehzeeb Five
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Tehzeeb Six
She did as she was told before going out to join her parents to eat"My daughter. How was the lecturers" asked Baba Mallam Audu"It was fine. Alhamdulillah" replied Tehzeeb"That's good. May the Lord see you through""Ameen Baba" with that they ate there food in silence. Tehzeeb pack the dishes to the kitchen before she performs wudu and enters her room.She was not in the mood to go out to gist with her parents today, because if she does then they will know that something was bothering her which she don't want them to know."Tehzeeb dear. Aren't you coming out?" Umma asked from outside her room"No Umma. I want to go through my books first""Oh dear. You need to rest. It's not been long you came back from school and you want to read again. Let's your brain rest for a while""Hummm" she sighed before she replies "Okay Umma
Tehzeeb Seven
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Tehzeeb Eight
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