Dr Ahmad Hausa Novel Complete Romane & Geschichten

As the Submarine ascended towards the surface of the river, the only thought on Ara’s mind was “Where was he going to find a marriage counsellor this late on a Christmas night in Paris?” About the Author Musa Hashim is an Author and Pedagogue. He is a citizen of Nigeria. He is a graduate of Biological Sciences and he is based in Kano. His writing genres are Mysteries and Thrillers. He was shortlisted for the Yasmin EL Rufai Foundation (YELF) writing workshop 2019 facilitated by Pwangulongii Daoud, and Kaduna Books and Arts Festival (KABAFEST) writing workshop 2019 facilitated by Zukiswa Wanner. He was also among the last 20 of the Quramo Writer’s Prize (QWP) 2019.

the aged security man said "We're here to see Hajiya" "Oh you're welcome. You can go inside please" the man said to them and open the door for them "Thank you" they both ambled inside the shop and walk straight to the receptionist place. The young lady at the desk was busy reading novel on her title "Zaheera" a novel written by Zainab Abdulkadir. She was so engrossed in the novel that she didn't see them until Khady finally spoke "Good morning" Khady greated

God bless me, my family, and the entire human race. THE END Author: Muhammad Abubakar Penname: KingMoha Platform: Goodnovel

the aged security man said "We're here to see Hajiya" "Oh you're welcome. You can go inside please" the man said to them and opened the door for them "Thank you" they both entered inside the shop and walked straight to the receptionist. The young lady at the desk was busy reading a novel titled "Zaheera" a novel written by Zainab Abdulkadir. She was so engrossed in the novel that she didn't see them until Khady finally spoke "Good morning" Khady greeted "Oh! I'm sorry" the lady said before greeting them " Good Morning to you. Welcome to Ashafa's shopping mall. How may I help you?" the lady said in a professional way

She stated as she poured milk into her cereal. She was getting ready for work, last night Muhammad had shown up home late and walked past her straight into his bedroom, she'd stood knocking at his bedroom door knocking for minutes before deciding to let him be. "Whatever she's done Amirah, she's still your mother." Khadijah said softly. "Is she Dee? Is she?" Tears were beginning to form in her eyes and she hated it. If there was anything Hajiya had been right about, it was tears, they were for the weak and she Amirah Aliyu wasn't weak, not anymore that is. She made a mental note to get a refill for her sleeping pills.

Ahmad's hands tightened on the wheel. "Maybe it was just exhaustion. She hasn't been sleeping well." Ahmad pulled into the mansion gates. The house loomed before them, lit from within like a lantern. It looked warm, inviting. But Ahmad knew better. It was a prison dressed in gold. Inside, he went straight to his quarters and poured himself a drink. The whiskey burned going down but didn't touch the cold spreading through his chest. His phone buzzed. A text from Mahmud: “Call me when you can. Important news about the documents.”