Novel & Cerita Mushaf By Nimra Ahmed

Breathe, Emma, just breathe. “Ms. Livingston? That name is so familiar to me. I meet so many people; I bet I’ve heard your name at a prayer service somewhere. Please, your urgent matter should be shared sitting down in my tent. Come and we’ll talk,” Namirha coaxed politely. If he knew who she was, he didn’t let on. But Emma wasn’t foolish enough not to suspect he’d known exactly who she was. He offered her a chair and his robed helper eased him into a chair at his desk. He dismissed him and turned his attention to her. “So, let’s hear about this urgent matter, Ms. Livingston. I must say you’ve got me intrigued.”

He has the evidence all along and he's done absolutely zero to help me? Mister Mirza redirects his gaze at me with a pained expression on his face as he states "Like you, I can't do much. Imran is gang-affiliated. Yasir and the guys with him you saw at your nikkah belong to a powerful street gang called The Burq Al Nar. If I go to the authorities, Imran will be arrested but his gang pals will kill you. I don't care if they kill me but I worry for you."

" We're fine Alhamdulillah" " Ma Sha Allah" " Faryah, the woman that tried to kill Aidah spoke up and her statement has been sent to those handling your case in LA" oh my Allah. Finally. " Oh my Allah Abbah. Are you serious?" I was delighted. I finally had a concrete lead to where Najmah was.

“Hi, Bram, it’s been a long time since I wrote a letter to you, like when we first met. Do you still remember, Bram? ‘A special man for Mother’, that’s what Mother called you. It turned out to be true, you are so special, even though you are not a perfect man. You hurt and disappoint me so often, but you are the best for me, for our children. I can finally understand the unconditional love you have. Did you know, Bram, Bi Mun invited me to the Grand Mosque, to attend the weekly study that she regularly attends. Ibu Fahri, who was giving the sermon at that time, discussed Surah Al-Ashr, the 103rd chapter of Juz 30, a short letter that was revealed in the city of Mecca. The letter was very sho

She said and the nikkah was going to start (Maulvi Sahab please start the ceremony ) (Maulvi Sahab : Muslim priest / Islamic teacher ) " Do you Aima as an Sheikh accept Asim khan in your nikkah?" I can sense the shock in the surrounding. Aima was in shock . "Aima!! Accept him" Hadia came forward and bend towards Aima . "Ye kya Harkat hai Hadia. Haris kahan hai" it's the voice of Hadia's Grand father.

Damn! The man who entered the musala was Ahmed Floyd Austin Jr. He was a handsome pious man at once an athlete in equestrian and archery - sports favored by the Prophet Muhammad. Ahmed himself became the idol of many Muslim women in Clofus. Additionally, Ahmed was Madura Regent Floyd Austin Sr's son. I became sure that Ahmed is someone Aisha texted earlier? "Assalamualaikum," Ahmed greeted us politely. His baritone voice was sound charismatic.

The waitress nodded and laughed courteously as she took away the plate of Pad Thai on her table and walked back into the kitchen. "Thank you so much." Megan sighed and nodded at the woman thoughtfully. "Please sit! If you don't mind..." "No worries." The woman smiled benevolently. "I'm Sofia." She offered her hand across the table. "I'm Me-" she halted and sighed. "I'm Meadow." She came up with a fake name and grinned, shaking Sofia's hand. "What are you doing here Meadow? I could tell you're a long way from home." Sofia asked, looking nonchalance as she grabbed a pair of new chopsticks from the stained cup.

Now, Kumara and Doni's problems are added. Finally, something refreshed Alif. Like a mountain fountain watering his arid heart. W******p message from Ningtya Arum Bestari, the idol of the heart. [Assalamualaikum. Mas Alif have you eaten?] [Waalaikumsalam. All right, honey. Beautiful girl, have you eaten yet?] Then Ning replied with a shy smile emoticon. Alif smiled imagining the beautiful face of the girl in the hijab. Not satisfied with just exchanging WA messages, he hurriedly excused himself and made a video call with Ning.

Sabeerah brought them out one by one. Muslim Girl and If I Speak by Umm Zakiyyah, The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides, Three Daughters Of Eve by Elif Shafak, On Black Sister's Street by Chika Unigwe, And Then There Was None by Agatha Christie, A Time To Kill by John Grisham and finally, A History Of The Wives Of Prophet Muhammad by Umam Kahn. She picked up the last book which was actually a journal and tucked in its side were plack pencils with bookish scribbles on them.

Let's see who is this sharafat and how Sharif he is. ———————————— I hope you guys liked the chapter. Signing off...... ~Zaveria akhtar