Cerita Dibalik Cadar Aisha Novels & Stories

Mama Barakah popularly known as Iya owala (With her tribal marks as she hails from Oyo state), an elderly woman of about 56 years of age speaks in a low voice. "Assalam 'Alaikum to everyone here. Wallahi, this is the saddest news I've heard and witnessed so far. It is indeed so painful and so unfortunate that this happened to our Aisha. Everyone here knows Aisha and everyday, I pray for her kind of Iman (faith) and Barakah (blessing)."

Crisp currency bills tumbled out like a treasure chest spilling open. Mariam gasped. “Ayisha! Where—where did you get this?” Ayisha chuckled, clearly enjoying the shock on their faces. “When we were running from the camp… do you remember how the guards were drunk and asleep? I slipped into one of their huts. Found this hidden in a leather pouch. They used to boast about their earnings from selling women. I thought…why not? If we’re going to risk our lives, at least let’s have something to survive with.”

Life with Ismeal has been wonderful. It has been an eventful five years , all filled with joy and happiness. My three friends turned sister are doing wonderful in their various families and carier, Nadia married a prince from a neighbouring city, not far from my home with Ismeal, and the two men bonded well together the first time the met, Aisha is now a movie star and married to an Australian business man and Arail owns her own law firm and married to Mr Martins who was once my colleague in the hospital where I used to work before I married Ismeal.

I was right because she sat down on the chair that was at the back of the room, watching us, with everyone settling I started putting the pictures in front of Andre and Faith, seeing their reaction I knew we hit the jackpot, not a good one but one moment. “Th-th-that's my p-parents, How? why?” Faith was asking with tears running down her face. “ My sister, Alpha what is this?” Andre got off his seat while holding the picture. Looking at Aisha to see her reaction, her eyes were on Faith which I understand cause she has been through enough trauma and now this. Taking my eyes off her I explain to them how and why I got those pictures and what the plan will be in bringing our members back home.

Aisha was dumbfounded about where she got the courage to speak back. Duke let go of her right away and tried to calm himself. He doesn’t want to make a scene and let his employees know about it. He is trying to avoid such an event that would embarrass him. Aisha stood up, fixed her clothes, and left the office to escape further happenings, knowing that she had talked back to her husband. She took a taxi straight away, as she got into the tears she’s been holding back. She cried and cried that even the driver felt sorry for her.

I sighed heavily, casting a weak smile at James and picked the call. "Hello, How can I help you?" I asked, licking my lips. "Good evening, it's Aisha. I don't want to file for the case against Danjuma anymore. I probably got it mixed up." Aisha said, her voice breaking in a fearful way. "What kind of excuse is that? You want to let that rape incident go like that. Tell me, did Danjuma threaten you?" I asked, gripping the phone tightly. "I just told you that I am no more interested in this case anymore. Goodnight." Aisha yelled, causing me to remove the phone from my ears slightly.

Umma was hitting Tehzeeb on her back gently for her to release the breath and she finally let the tears flow down "Umma tell me she's not dead" Tehzeeb said before she crawl to Gogo Ramatu and placed her hand on hers "Mama tell me this is a dream. Tell me Aisha is still alive and breathing, tell me am dreaming, tell me all this is some kind of dream or joke. Please Mama" Tehzeeb said crying vigorously which made everyone passing by to look at them and felt a sympathy towards them "No you're not, she's gone Tehzeeb. Aisha left me in these cruel world all alone without anyone"Gogo Ramatu said crying the same way as Tehzeeb

Another lie followed immediately after his rant, though the sympathy I searched for, was anything but false. "You have faced so much tragedy, Saul. My respect for you deepens with greying hairs," Aisha compensated, the empathy she felt on my behalf was transparent enough through the pitiable looks she sent my way but I didn't want to be pitied, not in any chance. Hafiz went quiet after I had added more falsities to my supposed sweet heart and I's backstories, and just as he prompted no reply, he walked out afterwards—utterly as silent as a ghost.

My name was Julie Carr. I had perfect curves and soft, pale skin, and I was right at the age when a woman's beauty felt effortless and alive. And yet, a woman like me somehow ended up married to the wrong man. My husband, Colin Carr, is skinny, weak, and completely useless where it mattered most. We had been married for almost two years, and I had never once experienced what people called the joy of being a woman. Today was the breaking point. Natalie Turner, my best friend, sent me another nude photo of her husband, Scott Turner, proudly showing him off like she always did.

A sudden realization dawned upon him. 'Maybe this case is related to butt!' He thought. 'What kind of mess that Butt did! What mess did he make?' He thought this out but no more. "Queen!" Aisha called. Aisha holds something on her back. "Nayna!" Luis Park called. "So you got a wife from the tribe of Foierohe? I think you are a lucky boy. It is one in a hundred that they would find a man." The "This..." What truth lies in this past?