Aisha Muhammad Novels & Stories

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She is a real life stories TV presenter now. Last week she present a story of a young girl aged twelve years who was burnt by her step mother. The girl is name Aisha from central Uganda. Many people scolded the step mother who was arrested by the police. The girl was burnt bad almost all of her body. So the doctors decided that she should be sent to India for a immediate surgery but she doesn't have money. Her father is just a road side seller of water he can raise millions of money to pay for the surgery. So the TV brought such stories to help those who are in need.

I couldn’t ignore the fact that the voice had sounded exactly like Spencer. “What exactly is goimg on?” I wondered aloud. A knock sounded on my door, ending my flow of throats. I rolled my eyes in frustration as I answered. “Come in.” The door creaked open and a petite girl dressimg in a thigh length black dress covered with a white apron entered. “Hello, Alyssa. What’s the matter?” I asked. Alyssa was the maid permanently assigned to me for the rest of my life. “You have a visitor, Mrs,” Alyssa replied. I could see that she was trying hard to fight the blush off her face, and neither did i miss the emphasis on the last word she uttered.

Heart shaking in denial, I look at the face, now resting on my shoulder, eyes closed. I can hear shouting, but all I can see is Morris's unconscious face. Why did he do this?! CHAPTER 26 Morris 'If I had been that important, you would have fought for me.' Aisha has changed. She's no longer weak. There's a confidence within her that she had been lacking when she was a student. She’s a strong, desirable woman, and she's right. I never fought for her.

Aria did not move for a long time. She remained anchored to the floor, her body as still as the reinforced walls surrounding her. It was not a paralysis of fear or an inability to stand; she was measuring. She had become a finely tuned instrument, recording every breath, every microscopic shift of her weight, and every small, discordant reaction occurring beneath her skin.

But that was hard, seeing as she just sat there looking out of space. Camila Brinx was indeed a fine and beautiful young woman, she was a role model to many girls and women, they aspired to have her calm and collected mindset. I've heard many girls discussing how beautiful she was and how much they admired the way she talked and carried herself. She was indeed remarkable, she has a light six pack and a beautiful hour glassed shape, not to mention her moisturized curly brunette hair.

I was grateful for all he had done for me and my family. The city was 40 miles away. It took almost the whole day of non-stop riding. Aisle didn’t seem to get tired out, or need to stop to eat or drink. The city was surrounded by a giant wall. There were four gates to get in and out of the capitol. My family's cottage was on the outskirts of the Mouradian territory. The ruler of the Mouradian territory was a young queen by the name of Cecilia. I did not know much about her, other than she lost her parents from a assassination. They were poisoned at a banquet that Cecilia did not attend. She was only 12 when she came to power. I’ve heard she is a fair ruler.

CHAPTER ONE What a day! Chava Maurice, a young and beautiful young lady, slim and average in height who worked as a fashion consultant in one of the fashion homes in Losantiville dropped on her bed, with each pair of her burgundy shoes here and there. She had had a hectic day and all she dreamt of was a good bath, a good meal, and a good sleep. It was already past 7 P.M. and thankfully the next day was Saturday. She had drifted to sleep a little bit before her phone rang. After blindly rummaging through her handbag for a while without finding anything, she sat up and carried out a proper search but by the time she found the phone, the call had ended. She stared at the foreign number that had

“That’s all for this morning, see you back here at one!” The pairs on the field disengage, everyone quickly dispersing and heading toward the complex doors. I spot Chase with a few of his friends nearby, calling out to him and giving a little flick of my head to beckon him to join us. Astrid also makes her way over- she was sparring with Vienna all morning, and by sparring, I mean she was basically throwing the poor girl around like a sack of potatoes. While those two are evenly matched size wise, there’s a big disparity when it comes to their skill sets. Astrid is a hell of a fighter. Vienna is just average. She isn’t even a full-time squad member; she was cut from training and is on our re