Mushaf By Nimra Ahmed Novels & Stories

Shakir's companion pushed the car forward. "Dude Naeem! She is very beautiful and attractive." "So." Naeem asked sarcastically, glancing at the rearview mirror. Shakir said indifferently. "If we wash our hands in the flowing Ganga, what will happen to anyone?" Ignoring Naeem's abuse, he said, ”She is Kabirdada's mistress, and even if he smelled that we thought so of his mistress, we would certainly not find refuge in any corner of country from this beast.”

Shifa asked sniffing her nose on the kercheif. "I am all fine now" She replied with a smile . "I wanted to visit you yesterday , but Feroze locked me up saying Ansif won't like that " Shifa further explained further. "Why won't Ansif like you visiting Simran?" Simran signed Shifa to not soill the truth with her eyes hearing Afifa's question . "She asked you people something!" Riya said with a serious face . Not listening to Simran's warning bell , Shifa spilled the truth out "Ansif was cheating us with his poor acting , he is that mysterious billionaire Ansif Ali Musafir about whom we have an assignment next week "

He might need to change that! While Bushra on the other hands could narrate so many hadith's he's never heard of. She is the exact woman men pray for, religious, beautiful, righteous, pious and the one that will lead you in the best way and make you become closer to your Lord. Bushra Amani is the best candidate, just like how her brothers are, very religious. Even though he has been to Islamic school too and has graduated, he can't help feeling low next to them when they are narrating hadiths effortlessly.

The gentleman interrupted Amir. “We've been expecting you” a woman's voice made the turn. She was a beautiful woman, not even 40 years old, with a sublime face and large green eyes. Her jet-black hair made her golden skin glow. A huge smile o n her face, a s she welcomed the Mobareks. “Mrs. Adhara Romij-Alec, coordinator of the Arts Department and wife of this fine gentleman” she made a funny gesture with her hand, pointing at Dr. Kaibah. “I've heard s o many good things about you two. Welcome!”

Hall was decorated beautifully food was there and Ibrahim family alone with some relatives was there than she sees her mother and sister she goes towards them and hugged her mother..... Aisha doesn't hugged her back..... Than she sees Ibrahim came he was looking handsome and wearing sherwani..... Adeel looks at his son and crys little bit..... Than farha says we should start the nikha.... They all settle down and qazi start the nikha..... With rps of 50 crores do you

Hijabi Girl: “Ann, who’s there? Everything okay?” Ann: “Yeah, it’s my man.” We entered the sitting room. Hijabi Girl: “Oh, our man! Nice to meet you.” Me: “Nice to meet you, too.” Hijabi Girl: “Well, my name is Hamida. I’m Ann’s best friend.” She beat her chest proudly. Ann: “Baby, please act mature.” She laughed. Hamida: “Ann, leave me alone I wasn’t talking to you.” Me: (Amused by her energy) “Well, my name is Nathy.”

Mashkur glared at the phone. "Because I'm Muhsin Malik." Muhsin smirked. "You're not helping but you still helped, I'll talk to her about it now." Mashkur sighed. "Thank God you grew a pair." Muhsin dramatically breathed out a sigh. "Bye." Mashkur said dryly before his friend starts his lectures. • "Chocochips, what's up? Are you home already?" Afnaan bombarded her with questions in a single breathe not even waiting for her to talk.

she said to him. “Rather than to say , wow! You can just say Ma Sha Allah.” He said to her. “Ma Sha Allah… my Madam do say it all the time.” She said to him and he smiled. “That is also a great house to learn about the Deen. Hikmah is the muslim female coordinator of the faculty.” He said to her and she shrugged. “Why that face?” He asked. “She is not a very good person, she hardly want to see me around the house.” She said to him and he smiled.

“She’s living in her old family house. But listen — she’s the only person left who might know anything about Zainab’s transfer. If anyone can point you toward her current location, it’s that woman.” Zara’s heart raced, a mix of anticipation and anxiety coursing through her. It wasn’t the answer she was expecting, but it was something — a direction, a lead. “Thank you,” she whispered. “This is more than we had before.” “Her name is Matron Halimah Musa. She ran the Kareem Foundation branch in Kwara for over thirty years. If anyone knows where Zainab was transferred, it’s her.” “Matron Halimah Musa,” Zara repeated, committing the name to memory. “Do you know what she looks like? Anything that c

said Rukhsana, angrily. “I will kill you all if you dare to do such a thing,” said Jamshaid, while showing them the revolver. Imran looked at him expressionlessly. He walked towards him while looking into his eyes and in a matter of seconds he punched his hand and the revolver fell down. “Never mess with someone who is from the army,” said the woman who came with him smiling. “Start,” he ordered. The preacher started the wedding rites. “You, Saliha, daughter of Wajhdaan Ahmer, take Syed Roman Gardezi?” asked the scholar.