Mama Sama Novels & Stories

Gogo Ramatu said sitting close to Umma and Tehzeeb "That's my mama. And I will not help Umma and sew" "Daga baya kenan(that's from the end)" Umma said smiling" I won't even give you my own, so don't stress yourself over something that's won't be possible" "Mama did you hear what Umma is saying" Tehzeeb said in a childish way "Don't worry my daughter, we're going to surprise her" "I can't wait for the surprised from the chief tailor" Umma teased "Mama let's go out for strolling" Tehzeeb said grabbing Gogo Ramatu's hand in hers

I knew who she was. Umma. Samuari Diallo Moussa. My mother.

“You’re not in any condition to leave, Tamara. Like I said, my aunt is a nurse, she can help take care of you. Stay, at least until you’re healed enough to walk properly.” I let out a heavy sigh as I weighed my options- like I actually had an option. “Fine.” He nodded his head triumphantly as he reached for the tv remote off of the coffee table. He turned it on and a random news station played. The news woman was reporting on the massive mudslide that swept through the area last night. Elliot left me to rest and watch tv while he fucked off to some other part of his house I hadn’t seen yet. I ended up dozing off again, no weird dream this time, thankfully.

Mama nodded in affirmative. "Noooo Grandma, I like only golden morn." Mama’s nose twitched. "Golden morn, ke? Are you a tata? Cause only newly born babies eat golden morn." May laughed. Mama then raised her two hands like she was about to flap it like a chicken. "You need to swallow Eba. It makes you strong. That's what Grandma has been eating." Maryam laughed and Grandma laughed too. A figure entered the room, disrupting their giggles and Mama looked up at her son with disgust.

She feels pain in her stomach and says Ibrahim..... On the other hand Ibrahim and adeel reached home and within one minute farha and alim also came to there house..... Sameera was doing online shopping for baby so gets busy in that.... She says today I do lot's of shopping for baby everyone listen this and smile..... Ibrahim says where is my life? She is in her room and sleep I didn't distrub her.... Ibrahim says let me see her.... He was about to go just than maid came and says mehak mam is not in

Passing workers nod their greetings as I make my way through. Entering the living room, I find Maama pacing energetically, while Amanda lounges on the sofa, absorbed in her phone. Typical Amanda—detached and self-absorbed. "My sweet boy," Maama exclaims, swooping in for a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "How're you doing, Maama?" I inquire as she pulls away. "Oh, you know how it is," she responds with a shrug. "Life's a rollercoaster—ups and downs galore!"

Trisha glared at Quinn and looked away from her. "Let's go. We have a lot to talk about" she said, pulling Nate's hand. "I have a guest coming" he said. "Guest? Who is it?" She furrowed her eyebrows. "It's..." "Her name is Betsy. She's going to be his baby mama" "Are you kidding me? Baby what? No woman is going to be my brother's baby mama. It's better he adopt a child than to sleep with that Betsy" Trisha said with disgust all over her face.

Though she tried to hide it, she too was feeling some kind of uncertainty. "Mara I saw your picture" her mum let out a deep breath. "Mum you have my pictures everywhere in the house" Mara shook her head as if her mother just said something very silly. "No, I am not talking about that. I saw your picture somewhere else…I saw your picture in the least place I expected" her mum continued to speak and this time she had gotten her daughter's attention. "And where could that possibly be. If it's on a billboard then we have to go and get our money from them. It isn't easy being famous yuuno?" Mara kept on blabbing and her mum just shook her head horizontally at the gullibility of her daughter.

"Oh no, Monde's amazing," she said. I think it's safe to say we have formed quite a bond of our own. Borax did say she misses having a woman in her life to guide her, you know. I mean, there's only so much he can do," she said. "But she's a great kid. Almost like you, Samantha," "Why? Because we're both Black?" Samantha teased, smiling as my mom gave her a look.

I replied and he gave me a soft kiss on my hand. "My mom was just as supportive and hardworking. She was working three jobs at a time after dad died and yet she still had time for us. It must've been the reason why she had a hard time battling cancer, she never had time to rest. I just wish I could've helped her more than I did." Alex said, whispering the last part as he gently traces the veins on my hand. "How about your mom? How come I never saw her yet?" He asked.