Kisah Hijrahku Novels & Stories

IKHLAS POV I met Ummah in the sitting room and greeted her. She answered with a grin and I gave her a pathetic smile. I asked her about Kaka and she told me that Kaka went to Adamawa for a wedding. "Ikhlas how are you and Haneefah?" She asked. The glow in her eyes was slowly diminishing as I told her everything admist tears. "Be strong Ikhlas okay. I'll go there myself and talk to her" she said.

the sleeper cells planted the bomb as it detonated the place came crashing down and the explosion distroyed everything even my only leaving family in this world Alex, my love as I still loved her, I was never shot by a bullet my spine got injured in the blast, at their diying moments they only had one wish that is for me to take care fo their son like if he was my own and I fainted I had serious ingury in my spine and brain to escape the horrors of loosing my loved once again I totally removed them from my mind, I had taken the persona and thought that I was the one who married Mary, I thought I was Brendan's father I created a world for my self to escape from every thing from my past, when

We leaned into the prow, wind tugging our clothes. “Tell me something non‑Consortium,” Jeff said, brushing his thumb across the bracelet. “Remind me of you.” I thought back. “I was six when I saw my first tidal wave of refugees cross the coast. I grabbed my sister’s hand and… I knew I couldn’t stop them. But I could tell their stories. Shared truth then, as I do now.” Jeff’s eyes glistened in the lantern‑light. “You were telling stories then. And now, you make others believe them.”

[KHALI] My life is like a bus trip. There were so many routes and stops, and between those stops, I met new people, those people that I thought would stay permanently in my life. They never stayed, though. Either they abandoned me, or I was forced to abandon them. Another heartbreaking, dull, pointless halt, followed by another. I often wonder when I'll arrive at my final destination. When am I going to quit looking for folks and hoping they'll stick with me?

Trying to get to know me more. "Well," I say, as I'm about to narrate my story to Iskander, I decided to summarise it instead. I had been through a lot and I wanted to live in the past and stay in the past. "I was living in another city with my partner. But we had a falling out, and I decided to move here to start over. It's been a challenging few months, but I'm feeling hopeful about the future." "I'm sorry to hear about your relationship," Iskander says. "But I admire your courage in starting over. That's not easy to do." "Thank you," I say. "I'm glad I made the decision. I'm feeling more and more at home here every day." "I'm glad to hear that," Iskander says. "And what about your partner

Ety announced nervously. I blinked in confusion. "What does that mean?" "Didn't I explain it to you?" "No, you didn't," I muttered. "But first, find me some shelter." I stood and ran toward a nearby bus stop, my clothes clinging to my soaked skin. Once under the roof, I began wringing out the hem of my dress when the holographic fairy materialized again.