Kisah Hijrahku Novels & Stories

Andre began introducing himself. "Interesting. Please continue." "Since I was a child, I lived in Canada, studied there, and then... suddenly, I had to move to Indonesia, to my mother's home country because of an incident that happened in the family. Sorry, I can't talk about it. It's a family secret," he said. "Okay. No problem. Then, how was your journey to becoming a surgeon like this?" Mahya asked next.

It was my 22nd birthday party and my engagement party with Conrad. Maybe God wanted to give me a second chance; in the blink of an eye, I was reborn. Not only was I alive, but I was back at the age of 22. This year, Harmon International was thriving, and my father had made it into the top ten on the Forbes list. This year, Conrad and I were still not engaged. "Of course, she's having a headache," someone behind me chimed in with a tone of malicious glee. "Yesterday, Conrad admitted in front of the media that the little secretary is his girlfriend."

Maybe I am not a woman who is truly Muslim and pious, I am just a Muslim woman who is still in need of knowledge and has a lot of sins in youth. One Year Later. Hery is still the same, still trying to protect me, still seducing me, still persuading me to come back. But somehow, if I was injured and lost my trust then my trust in Hery was gone. Meanwhile, Febri, I heard that he was hurt by me, he moved from college to Jogjakarta to Lampung, from civil engineering he repeated to majoring in medicine at a private university in Bandar Lampung. Suddenly one day he met me, invited me to lunch. Clumsy, but I'm trying to be cool. I didn't refuse, and I'm doing my best to accept his offer this time.

I might sound like a crazy person. Still, I didn’t want to lie. “I saw a boat,” I told her. “And an ocean.” Her eyebrows arched. “Did you recognize it?” I nodded. “Yes. I believe it was the boat I got on to come here when I was a little girl.” “You came here by boat?” Mystica asks me. “That’s right,” I tell her. “When I was three. We came to Willow pack, to start over.” “Why did you leave your homeland?” Poppy asks. We have never talked about this before. It has never been important to me before. I have spent almost all of my years in Willow pack lands, so I haven’t really thought too much about my time before that.

chap 23 Haris pov I landed in Brazil and went straight to my appartement. I was hell tired . Not because journey but because of all the events happening in my life As soon as i left Pakistan i felt like a piece of me was separated from me . My heart is filled with unknown emotions. I want to see Aima , i want to live with her and cherish my life Ughhh i need to clear my mind Okey ! Let me tell you my one more talent

I begin as my heart wants me to and Zahir even listens to me silently as I continue, “Everything was alright but then, all of a sudden, problem after problem came to test us. It was really difficult. That migration was painful.” “Do you miss your hometown?” “I used to. As I grew up, I let go of that desire to see my house again because with what speed we were gathering, I wondered if we’d ever be able to get our home back.” “God will help you.” “He says He will and I trust Him but about my desire? It’s no more alive.” “If you get your house tomorrow?” I know where he is taking it. I can imagine it happening but I do not want it to happen this way.

I left everything familiar behind, abandoned that land full of pain, and stepped into a completely new world. I set out on a long journey, traveling to the places Mom had once dreamed of. I stepped onto lands she had only known through photographs. I felt the sea breeze on my face on the beaches of Mamba Island. I savored romantic coffees in the streets of Veridia. I witnessed the great migration across the Umbala plains. I took in every landscape with all my heart. Along the way, I met people from all walks of life and listened to countless stories. I slowly began to see how vast the world truly was and how many possibilities life offered. I let go of my lingering pain and started embracing

I was the only hijabi in the whole damn school. "Well, you moved here with your parents?" Jessie whispered in my ears as the teacher was already in the class. "No, actually.. my parents died in a car accident and a week ago I lost my grandpa, I moved to London to my uncle, " I told her in detail and she squeezed my hand tried to comfort me. "You are so innocent Ana be aware of the assholes of school but you don't have to worry about Lily and her gang as now you are my friend " she smiled a little and I looked at her with surprise.

we continued with our lives, i got a job with another company, your father's, business bloomed again. I found out i was pregnant, after three years of our marriage, your father was the happiest man on earth, he never let me do anything, his sister came to live with us in lagos, by then we had moved out of our apartment from Festac to Maryland. It was there we welcomed Imran to the world, he was named after your grandfather. Hajiya Hajara stared at nothingness, tears sprang down her face, as she narrated the story to Nasreen.

Nafisa cautioned. "I am on my way to your house" "Okay, I am waiting. Till then" She hanged up the call and cooked fried rice and chicken as the main dish , chocolate cake for dessert. She watched as the clock ticked away wondering what her husband is still doing out. The door bell rang for the fifth time before she summoned the courage to open it up. The door stood Khadija and her son fawaz. She felt a pang of worry in heart, married for two years without a child has been her problem, She loves babies but they couldn't make them, she only thought the problem was from her.