Kisah Farhana นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Farida asked genuinely curious, she knows that she loves Fahad so much, even before Umma Mava Umma magajiya stop dead on her track, then turn and stares at farida. Then suddenly she burst into a hysterical laughter. Farida stares at her with unbelievable eyes, but then she stops and frown her face as if she wasn't the one that just finish laughing "All I ever wanted was to rule, but I couldn't, first" she gesture with her hand. "because I lost to a Fulani girl who end up to be the first wife of the king, and second because I don't have a male child" Umma magajiya explained with an unreadable expression

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

"Please accept my apologies... I had no idea you were unaware of each other's identities...Kate, may I introduce Sheikh Ahsan Bin Kabir Al-Rashid—Farhan’s brother? Sheikh Ahsan, this is Kate, Farhan’s second wife. The book-lined walls of the library seemed to tilt alarmingly, and Kate gripped the edge of the desk as she struggled to comprehend Oliver Johnson’s words. "But Farhan told me he had no family," she mumbled, her gaze swinging frantically from the solicitor’s genial face to the man beside her, whose expression was so coldly arrogant that ice slithered down her spine.

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.