Kisah Farhana Novels & Stories

The band faces backlashes and is on the edge of breaking and on the other hand everything turns upside down in his fairytale love story. Faris is in a dilemma when he has to choose between his dream and his love. He loves them both to his core and can't lose any one of it. But now it is not only about him, it is about all the members and their career too and of course in the middle of his chaotic life is his love, the love of his life, Sierra.

Suddenly a voice appeared from behind Rizal sitting down, it turned out that it was sis Farah who had just finished taking a shower with the towel still stuck to his hair, it looks like she just finished washing her hair Sis Farah immediately joined in and sat next to Rizal "Heh, it takes a long time to bathe, how many tons of catfish can you get?" Mrs. Risa stood up from her seat and immediately flicked Farah's forehead "It hurts oi!" Sis Farah also stood up and flicked Mrs. Risa's forehead until finally there was a flickering battle between Mrs. Risa and sis Farah without realizing that there is someone there who is not considered to exist

She spoke slowly. "He was about to," Malika said angrily, her face suddenly contorting into a spiteful mask. ' But then he learned that Farhan had died and that Farrah had lost her life shortly after giving birth to their child. From the moment Ahsan discovered Hazem’s existence, he was utterly determined to claim him—because Hazem was the only link to the woman he adored. Every time he looks at the boy, he sees Farrah. "He would have done anything to gain custody of her son—including marrying a nonentity like you," she added scathingly, her eyes settling on Kate’s white face.

Fajri guessed because he had seen Farhan with the woman at the hospital earlier when he was going to give him important information. “Come to think of it, she actually had no intention of helping me. She just happened to think that I wanted to help her mother, so she helped me back instead. Even though that day, when I saw her mother fall, I just stood and didn't care. I thought she was just a stupid and I even wanted to scold her. If it weren't for complying with the client's request to see what was happening there, I wouldn't have wanted to stand near the bridge. That day I was careless until I forgot that the wolf woman always intended to kill me. Someone pushed me into the river. I testi

A big and happy family. Everything that happened to I and Khalid kept us together, the hardships and the problems. Everything. I was the one Khalid was meant to find. Me, Faryah Edwards Mustapha. The girl that was once mute, helpless. The girl that was once bullied. She ended up having a happily ever after. Grandpa Musa and Julius would be more than happy if they were alive.

Even so, they were both decently dressed and fully covered from head to toe with only their palms and face visible. Farhana stood up from her chair and smiled at the two women. For a moment, she envied them. Hafsa was almost as old as her mother but looked younger. She was an accomplished woman who was adored by her husband and children. She was a successful working Muslima who had everything that one could ever ask for but then don't we all want more than we possess ?

It made her heart bit fast. “Yes madam, I believe we did, although we were not properly introduced, I am Farhan by the way, nice to meet you.” “Farisha” she volunteered forcing another unnatural smile. She waited for an apology for his rude behaviour yesterday, none came, the idiot she thought, the proud arrogant, smiling bastard, “I will show him” she thought “I will fix him up really good.” “I heard you are the legal attorney right?” she asked evenly “Yes” came the short reply.

F A R A H Aunt Khadija is getting better she got discharged and will take rest at home. She insists she won't stay in the hospital for more than 5days and to be honest, I also hate hospitals especially the food, it's as if they cook the food without any seasonings.

I’m supposed to be wearing a white canvas but didn’t have much money to spare on a single pair of shoes. I grabbed my towel and head to the bathroom. Starting a quick shower and going to brush my teeth and fix my hair. My name is Afraah, I’m fair in complexion, I’m five feet two inches, my lips are thick and pink, I have a pointed nose, brown eyes and I’m quite slim. I live with my stepmother who has three children and my younger brother Khalil who is a fourth-stage cancer patient. My mom died when I was five years old while my dad passed away two years ago. My family isn’t rich which makes it very difficult to provide Khalil with the necessary things he needs.

Jafar ordered. “Yes your majesty,” Farhan replied. Yahya cut the call from the other side, leaving Farhan to continue what he was doing on his side. He was currently in his car being driven somewhere. He made another call, “Officer Zeba, I want you to gather your best people by tomorrow morning. Also, about the prisoners from the kidnapping case…” He discussed his plan with Officer Zeba in detail. By the time he was done explaining, he reached Zara’s mansion. “They suspended Zara and the other girl for a month but she’s not ready to listen to anything we have to say,” Zara’s mother complained as she led Farhan to her daughter’s room, which had rock music playing on full volume, “Please talk