Mariam El Hafi Novels & Stories

Mariam was younger than Kihara had expected, short with light brown hair and shockingly vivid green eyes that widened slightly in surprise at the sight if Kihara. “You’re ready Ms Kihara?” Mariam said with hesitation as her gaze went up and down Kihara’s figure, scrutinising her. “Yes, I’ll go now please.” Kihara left her room, and Mariam led her down the hall until the stood in front of the massive doors that barred the Alphas office. Mariam Knocked once. “Luna? Ms Kihara is here.” “Kihara?” Asher’s surprised voice echoed from within. Kihara looked at Mariam, trying to catch her gaze, but the woman turned promptly and disappeared down the hall.

“There’s no way madam maria could have done such a thing. Have you seen the state of her since he died? She’s even taking it worse than the rest of us.” “Nobody is suspecting her,” officer mark clarifies. “It’s just important that I ask her a few questions about who she believes might have had access to the minister's food that day. That’s all.” He looks at the rattled housekeeper. “Mary that's your name, right? Can you take me down to where she stays?” “Actually, I think we should all be there while you’re questioning her,” Ibrahim says, rising to his feet. “She’s not very educated in English, she is a french native and I wouldn’t want you to confuse her with your questions.”

maria said and flipped her hair surly. "Tell me what you know about Khalil?" (MARIA) Maria sighed "I was one of his old assassins, but I stopped working for the Abdullah seven years ago. I used to work along with a guy called Aryan- we all call him spike," she scratches her wrist "so Khalil called me while I was up in Mykonos where I was having fun and said there was somebody he wants to know his in and out because he refused to do what he wants and he didn't tell me much but on that night, I lost my best friend. She took Khalil's death, I agreed to finish the job and hurt him...her voice broke, Shannon died on him..." She cried.

My wife is completely different from my girlfriend. Right now I'm standing in a position ready to shoot again. Several times I was able to hit the target. I glanced at my niqabi wife, she looked at me focused. She must be admiring me. This sport isn't easy, so only the talented like me can hit the target. "Hiiish!! When can I hit the core spot?!" I grumbled. Luna just listened to me. Maybe she doesn't understand what I'm saying.

Amaris "Now, if everyone would turn to page 253 of their texts, we will begin,” our teacher says, trying to gain our attention over all of the noise of students chattering. Instead of paying attention, I lay my head on my desk, not caring in the least about this class, or school altogether. I'm only here so that I can finish my education, get my diploma and leave this godforsaken town and these godforsaken people.

Aliya replied gratefully while receiving the bag of pastries from Fahira. Fahira's smile greeted all the employees she happened to meet, walking gracefully towards the special elevator for company executives with her visibly enlarged belly. The maroon knee-length dress made her fair skin shine even more, complemented by her long hair flowing beautifully and radiating Fahira's hidden beauty that had been kept under wraps for so long.

We both entered and zoomed off the busy street. I couldn't believe my eyes when I approached the gate to my dad's house. Hajiya Mariam Ikudaisi, my mum's school daughter then in grammar school. She's also a representative in Abuja, working in National Aseembly. Hajia mariam has been married for 12 years now, She's barren. When we came down from the tricycle, I saw her standing with Danlamin. "Hajia Mariam!" I called out and gave her a hug Assalam 'Alaikum ma, when did you come?!"

Matan was bewildered. "Because Habibi, it is clear that you are upsetting the young lady. Based on my observation of her back in the Philippines, she seems to be a very nice young woman and I would not like to look for another applicant as she comes highly recommended. Go find another person to annoy, or better yet, go find Devlin and talk about his plan of expanding. Yallah, just go." Mariam gestured him away.

Mariam was dressed exceptionally heavy in anticipation of her would be groom and father in law. She knew nothing about them asides from the fact that the man she was to marry was Omar bin Khalid, the only son of the Sheikh, his father Khalid bin Aaban. Omar, as she was told by Parvina who had gathered information from the rumors circulating, had lived most of his life abroad, getting his Masters degree, bachelor's degree and Ph.D, but the rumors that went round boasted more of his fine looks and physique than of his intelligence.

I added. Matt let out a sharp laugh just as the door opened, and Mariam, his personal assistant, walked in carrying a silver tray with two steaming mugs. Mariam was a married woman in her late forties, and she had been working for Matt’s father long before Matt took over. She was the only person in this building who wasn't intimidated by him. In fact, Matt’s father had specifically kept her on because Matt had a habit of trying to sleep with every young secretary he hired.