Dua Fatima Novels & Stories

Insane! The only reason she’s putting up with the treatment of the bar owner is for her younger brothers. They need to get fed and live comfortably. She’s working hard to provide for them. Philippe is her biological brother who’s already sixteen years old while Timothy is her half-brother. He’s almost 9 years old and they have no idea who the father is. Nine years ago, Fatima’s mother cheated. That’s why she was glad her husband died in that terrible accident. Her mother’s words still haunt her today. (“I wanted you to die with him..”) her mother's words lingered in her mind.

(No kashan please have mercy kashan at least fear Allah why are you calling upon his wrath) Soon the only sound that could be heared was Dua's sobbs and the cracking of fire. The fajr Azaan could be heard as it eches through out the still atmosphere. Dua lifted her head up and looked at the sky that was turning light as the first rays of dawn broke through the night. She looked a head where the fire was only to find the grave closed and covered up. She then realized that she was lying on the wet ground not tied to the tree. All she wanted was to forget that it even happened or it was just a nightmare but her attire and the bump on the ground said otherwise. She knew she has lost all her stre

The ground quivered underneath my feet. I noticed Sienna chanting as well. Several undead armies slipped out of the cracks in the ground. “Kill them, kill her.” She thundered with blazing eyes. “Immotus!"(Motionless) Maya yelled. "Praetervolo!"(Vanish) The armies halted, then vaporised one after the other. “N-noo. T-this can't be.” Sienna stuttered. The people I had called on appeared. They each touched my shoulder, and with each caress, I felt a power surge.

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"Allevino Wiratama!" The call coming from the corridor made my steps stop. The distinctive feminine voice of the French-born girl, Camille Zoe. I was so surprised that I froze in place, then made sure the buttons on the shirt I was wearing impromptu didn't have the wrong holes. "I'm dead!" My lips clamped shut as the words came out. "Are you crazy, leaving me behind just for a guy?" Her foreign accent was still very noticeable.

Tears instantly fill my eyes and I see them reflected in Hakeem’s when we spin to look at one another. Are they… Hakeem can’t even finish his thought in the mindlink, he feels so overwhelmed. Yes, Dream. This, she touches the ebony skinned beauty, is your daughter, Fatima (Fah-tee-ma). And this, she touches the babe with hazel eyes identical to her own, is Gael’s daughter, Josefina. While you are with the Goddess, I am with them. We are fine and waiting patiently for when we are back with you.

I asked her. "Vaia ( brother ), Jiya is coming today by the evening flight" Fatima said... "Really!!! At last she is coming" "Yes vaia (brother) and she wants you to receive her from airport" Fatima said... "Okay, I will..." " Okay, vaia ( brother ). Allah Hafiz ( bye) " Fatima said.. "Allah Hafiz( bye)"... Saying this I cut the call.... ****-------****-------****-------*****

That is what building before someone arrives means. Sera read it. Four lines. Precise. No excess. Carrying everything it needed to carry. “Send it today,” she said. Helena tore the page out carefully, folded it, put it in her school bag. She looked at the photograph on the shelf. “She built for Fatima’s grandmother in 1982,” she said. “Before Fatima existed. The argument reached Fatima in Accra forty-three years later and Fatima carried it back to her grandmother’s kitchen wall.” She picked up her bag. “That is what the building produces.”

She closed her eyes, her mind cluttered, regret enveloping her and reality hitting her. When she opened her eyes, she could see everyone face but could feel his face, Irtaza's face, flashing infront of her yet miles away from her,metaphorically. "Sssh, everything will be alright, have faith" said Zahra's grandmother wiping the tears that cascaded down Dua's face. Haya hugged her from side. "Do something bhai!" Dua begged. "I'll. Don't worry, your brother is here. Dada, I want to talk to you"

“Ah, that one… many thought she’d died years back.” “Thought?” Daphne’s pulse quickened. “You mean—” The woman leaned closer, lowering her voice. “Fatima still lives. She’s a ghost that breathes, if you ask me. Lives alone by the old shrine in the forest. Hasn’t aged a day, though grief should’ve killed her. People say she talks to shadows.” Daphne’s throat tightened. “But her daughter said she died.”