Mushaf Novel By Nimra Ahmed Novels & Stories

It seems like it's been long since they last use the library by how dusty it looked. My mouth forms a thin line this will be my resting place. Not knowing that by entering this room I've gotten myself into trouble. There are lot of books to choose from. My eyes catches one with the name 'The shy girl: A Muslim story' I flipped open the front page reading through, the book seems interesting. Keeping it aside, I scan through other books, coming across one with Jawad written boldly on the cover. it looked like a diary. Curiosity got me and I find myself turning over the first page Jawad mustafa written on the first page, my brows furrowed in confusion. Why is it jawad Mustafa instead of jawad A

--- The Fifth Letter (Eighteen days before the birth) "My little Abrar, You haven't been born yet, but your grandfather loves you very much. I can't buy you clothes or give you toys. But I will give you the stories I have saved up—the stories I never told your father. The prison guard, Anwar Mia, is very kind. One day he said to me, 'Nurul Sahib, you have changed. There is no longer the fire of a monster in your eyes. There is peace.' I was startled. Have I truly changed? When you are born, will I see a monster in your eyes, or a human being? Or just a grandfather?

Someone had held this. I checked everything quick. Clinton’s file, photographs, investigation notes, witness statements, everything else untouched, but one long dark hair caught in the safe door, fine, shiny, still carrying the faint jasmine from her shampoo. I lifted it careful, brought it to my nose, breathed in slow, knew it was hers without doubt.

(Follow content may be disturbing for some readers. Reader's discretion is advised. Rape, depression and abuse warning.) Naila's POV, I stood outside the gate of Ahuja mansion. It wasn't as big as Alam mansion but still quite huge. My hands were shaking as I pressed the bell. A security guard opened the gate. "Yes?" "Is Mr Ahuja home. I'm here to see him." I said. He observed me from head to toe. "Sorry madam, Sir doesn't like to meet anyone. I'll have to ask you to leave." He said.

Muhammad asked. “I guess there is a lot I need to learn outside the field of Medicine,” Maryam replied and they both laughed. As Muhammad swam, they both chatted towards dawn. About the Author Musa Hashim is an Author, Philosopher and Pedagogue. He is a citizen of Nigeria. Musa is a graduate of Biological Sciences and he is based in Kano. His writing genres are Mysteries and Thrillers. Musa was among the participants of the L. Ron Hubbard’s Writers of the Future Online Workshop 2020 mentored by Orson Scott Card, David Farland and Tim Powers. He was also shortlisted for the Yasmin EL Rufai Foundation (YELF) Writing Workshop 2019 mentored by Pwangulongii Daoud, and Kaduna Books and Arts Festi

Without another word, Zynah turned around and walked away. Zaahida continued to winced in pain. "Just who does she think she is?" I'll not allow her get away with this," she said through gritted teeth. "I'd be a coward to do that." • "Assalamu' alaykum, Mom," Ramlah mumbled before walking into Hafsa's room. "Wa 'alaykum salam," Hafsa replied, looking up from the small sized book she was reading, titled fortress of the Muslims.

Asmy started when they head Umma's voice said "You made him into that when you didn't attend your Nikkah and instead had one with Hafiz" If the two girls can remember, Hafiz is the name of the woman's husband that claim she is the Mother of Nawal which means that Hafiz is the Father. They gaze at each other terrified as Asmy storm in without even saying her salaam and asks "What". The look on Umma's face made her tremble, she looks scared and terrified, but seeing that is she, Asmy standing there, she saw relief on her eyes. That's when she realize whatever they are saying, they don't meant for Nawal to hear, but before she can do anything. Nawal walk past her while saying "I think is time w

This chappie is in third person POV Excerpt from the last chapter Wunmi adjusted Adesewa on her arm. She blinked quickly to hold back the tears. "Tayo, I might be dumb but I'm not blind. I saw you and Anu clearly, I now really don't understand why I ever trusted you. Even now I don't think Natasha ever drugged you. You are a cheat and a big liar!" Lekan came downstairs, already changed. "Babe," he called. Wunmi turned and frowned but because of Tayo standing there, she placed a fake smile on her face.

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She said to herself while gazing at him. With a soft sigh, Ameera turned her attention to a novel she had brought along for the journey. She picked it up, feeling the weight of the story in her hands. As Ameera gazed at the novel in her hands, written by Prerna Kanade, a smile curled on her lips. She traced her fingers over the embossed title, feeling a sense of anticipation for the story that lay within its pages.