Dear Imamku Novels & Stories

Imam asked, and she smiled behind the veil. " I do. " She whispered in her honey-like voice. She could imagine his smiling face meanwhile Imam again asked her and she didn't hesitate to repeat her words. " I do. " Third time, " I do. " There was a loud Mubarak chanting of guests and she shyly lowered her head. " Do you Eden Vil son of Edison Vil accept Dianna Altaf daughter of Imran Altaf as your wife? " Imam asked him and he didn't hesitate to chant again and again.

Iman andwers as memories of past flodded in her brain. "Uff, Dabir, you should be a little more considerate about your health." Iman's nose scrunched when she saw Dabir eating yet another piece of laddoo in his mouth, as she scolded him. "It's my fault that you make such tasty laddoo... and bring so many... Should I let them go to waste?" He saw Imam's hand closing the tiffin, and before she could, he took the tiffin from her.

No jewelry, no makeup. No color, no life. I was to become a shadow, a living ghost, for four months and ten days. The law of Allah. The duty of the widow. The mourning of the good wife. The grieving of the loyal widow. Even now, in death, he would trap her. By sunrise, the Imam had arrived. I sat quietly as he recited verses from the Quran, praising my dead husband’s soul, praying for mercy, speaking of love and loyalty. Love. Loyalty.

Ibrahim asked did you think about my proposal? Yes.... So what is your answer? Ibrahim I can't be your girl friend..... Ibrahim gets angry and says don't play with fire mehak.... Ibrahim listen I can't be your girl friend because i already has a byfriend

People don’t know, but Shaytaan (Satan) works in different ways, so you always have to be careful. I walk to Ismail’s room and knock on the door and wait for his reply. He takes a while before he answers the door. “Yes?” Ismail says opening the door. “As salamu alaykum, I came to give you the praying mat,” I say handing the mat over to him. “Wa alaykumu salam, and thank you,” he says taking the praying mat from my hands. “Why did you take time to answer the door? Were you doing something?”

"Yes, even though she was only invited here once. That was before. only once because I heard Mr. Harry is a jealous person. " “Shhh, don't offend Master. She is calm now. Do you still dare to gossip about the dead? Your reward might belong to Mr. Harry if you gossip the wrong way. " "Who says ?" "Yes, when I recited the Qu'ran in the mosque when I was little, if I'm not mistaken our teacher said so." “Ah, you must have forgotten Master's teachings. Is what you said true? "Ah never mind. Anyway, don't talk about the dead."

She checks it and beams as she says, "congratumatur hajiya Mrs Sa'eed." Halima's aunt, Asma'u opens the door and says "toh koh kin fasa ne? Ai koh kin fasa an daura kam shikenan ai. {have you forfeited? Even if you have it has been tied}. So get yourselves up and come down for the khutbah {sermon}." Fatima just looks at her and shakes her head. If it was the former Fatima she would've eyed her, hissed then insulted her. But Halima's best friend is all grown up and matured now and she's proud of her.

I continue my dance and twirling in the kitchen miming the song. "What is going on with you" I turned and found a frowning Asmy standing near me. "Me?, Nothing" I said while I went and checked on my cup cakes. "I was right when I told Umma to get Imam and do rukiya for you". She state clearly thinking that something is wrong with me. Sitting on the counter, I face Asmy, raising both my hands and said "Am fine Asmy, in fact never been better". As a wide grin appear on my face.

‎ "There is neither might nor power except with Allah." At the end of it after reciting durood e Ibrahimi and the dua for Azaan, I got up to make wudhu. While waiting for the iqamah, I raised my hand in prayer. After praising Allah and sending blessings upon Prophet Muhammed PBUH, I began with tears streaming down my eyes. Try as I much to forget, my heart still trembled with the thought of him.

He's dark skinned like me, making me wonder who else got Huda's fair skin in the Dambazzau-Sambo family. "Huda na. Assalamualaikum." He greets me with a wide smile and I duck my head, oh Allah, men like him should not be licensed to smile. "I'm Imran Dambazzau-Sambo, I know you're Labeebah. I'm very pleased to meet you and also glad that I'm the first of my cousins to meet you." I giggled at the way he was bent at the waist talking to me like I was the queen and he a subject. "Thank you Ya Imran." I answered simply and looked away, I sighed softly and when I'd have to depend on people to be pushed around. It used to be Huda, now it's Ya Imran and anyone who takes pity on me.