Di Balik Cadar Aisyah Novels & Stories

"Salam. Bakhsish (thank you) dear. It's not very heavy.'' She replied in a kind voice. I gaped at her entranced. However, hearing what she said made me a feel bit down. I mean yeah she must have done this her entire life, what would she need my help for. ''Oh. Okay. Yeah...Sorry for disturbing you.'' I returned awkwardly. I couldn't hide my disappointment despite trying. Meanwhile, she smiled softly watching me with her warm blue eyes. I turned to leave with a nod, when I heard her call out. "Though, I would like it if you could help me with this one." I watched her extending the basket in her hand to me, in shock. Taking turns, looking between her and the basket, I broke into a wide smile

Aisyah bid her farewell after she sent them back to their residential building at 3 p.m. "Stay safe, and both of you, please don't attempt to do anything that screamed dangerous to you. Understand? Don't indulge in your curiosity too much. And you little brother, look after Izzat. The last time I entrusted you to look after him, you left him at an abandoned building in the middle of nowhere, alone! You do that again, and I will castrate you."

Tehzeeb dressed in a mini skirt and crop top arranging her apartment neatly, putting incense every where, she has no idea of AA coming back today, so she connected her phone to the home theater speaker listing to the recitation of the Holy Qur'an Suratul At-Tawbah(Repentance). Different kind of car but thesame colours of car lined up waiting for the gate to be opened for them, the gate man immediately open the gate knowing who is the owner of all this car which is none other than General Ashafa Alkali Ladan (AA) who is back with his escorts. Despite him not liking the idea of escort following him he has no option like before because his now a General and no General is to be roaming around wi

she winked at me before I could reply her back, she closed the door and shouted 'I will be back'. taking a warm shower, and wrapping my hair around with a small towel. I opened my wardrobe deciding on the clothe to wear, coming across a beautiful maroon Abaya. I smiled thinking of the day; our lives were filled with so much happiness back then. I made my hair in a tight bun, wanting to put on my veil when Yasmin came back with a full plate of chocolate balls. “Masha Allah sis Farah, you look so takeaway” she sat down on the soft bed staring at me.

I was sure they are Indonesian Muslim Defender mass. After greeting, Imam Shahryr began his speech by praising the appearance of Aisha, who had just recited Surah At-Tin. I just found out that what Aisha read was apparently Surah At-Tin. But wait a minute. Wasn't Tin is the Arabic for fig tree? Imam Shahryr said, what is meant by Surah At-Tin is the residence of the Prophet Noah in Damascus where there were many fig trees. While olives are the residence of Prophet Isa or Jesus in Baitulmukadas which are overgrown with olives.

She told them about other cute instances of when they would play and joke around. "Oh my goooshh. It's so surprising coming from Asahd!" Aisha cooed. 'And you don't even know everything...' Saïda thought, her cheeks reddening. "What happened when you finally returned??" "I tried to avoid him after realising I was back with Noure. It didn't stop him though." "For sure!" Yasmin laughed, "Asahd is definitely the type that's capable of stealing another man's woman if he wants her."

Aisyah swiftly snatched it away, "No way! I'll be right back!" Aisyah said goodbye and after receiving some money from Alicia's hand along with the recipe, she left with a look of fear, confusion, and worry on her face! **** It wasn't long before Aisha returned with a bag of medicines and came in pale-faced and in a hurry. BRAK!

“Oh, hey, Aisyah.” The youngest sister, Aisyah, nodded at her with a wide smile. “You’re here, sister? It’s been a thousand years.” She found her seat next to her brother. Aisyah was already in her college attire, beaming. Her aura radiated stronger than sunlight to the point that Taqiyuddin inwardly groaned and cowered. “I don’t need so much positivity right now.” Aisyah giggled, and placed her book on the table, next to her. “Oof, someone is cranky.”

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)."