Namal By Nimra Ahmed Novels & Stories

Namrata Mam was actually like an elder sister to me I sometimes addressed her as 'Namarata Di ' outside the class. She was an exceptionally good dancer in western dance, she was also one of the main choreographers of our troupe, she replaced Archana in two western-style dance and another western dance instead of six girls, five girls were going to perform. But the main problem was with the Bollywood style couple dance which was going to be performed by Archana and Arnab, Namrata Mam could not replace Archana because it was going to be the dance just before the last dance and unfortunately for us Namarata Di was going to perform the last solo Bollywood style dance of our slot. All other dance

So I stay invisible. "That young lady must be Naila, your oldest daughter. Am I right?" I stopped in my steps as the woman asked about me. My eyes widened in shock. How does she know? "Uh.... I'm sorry, we didn't recognise you." Mumma changed the subject. "Oh, you really didn't recognise me." She laughed. "Ofcourse, my husband comes more on TV than me. You must know him, Shabir Alam, Director of Alam group of companies." She said.

Ivanka pointed to Zehra. “You’re South Indian?” Nora asked. Seema looked surprised. “No. I’m Seema Singh, North Indian.” “Singh? So you’re...” “Yea, I’m Sikh,” “Really? You look healthy to me,” Zehra said and Seema laughed. “I’m not sick, I’m Sikh,” Ivanka looked at her like she was bonkers and Seema rolled her eyes. “What’s your full name?” she asked Zehra. “Zehra Mahmood.”

“Charrey could also be naughty at times. Nima was washing her clothes one afternoon when suddenly, she heard; 'Nima, Nima give me water.' She swirled round at this, frowning. Charrey had defied her! She had called her by her full names. “She charged towards the bird. 'What did you call me, Charrey?' “Nima,' replied Charrey meekly. “Shut up! I thought I told you not to call me Nima? If you call me Nima again, I will teach you a serve lesson,' she berated her. “Ni-Ni,' Charrey called. “Nima was amused within herself. 'Yes?' “Give me water.' “Nima went into her kitchen and got a jug of water. She poured some of the water into Charrey's small water trough. The parrot drank gratefully. “Really, s

Ansif said looking Simran straight on her eyes. Simran averted her eyes and went back to kitchen. She limped a little. Aliyah followed her. “I am not getting what is going in his mind! ” Aliyah said looking Manya. Manya sighed sadly . “who is Saba? ” Aliyah and Manya looked each other . Their reaction made Simran frown and it turned into a hard face after hearing Aliyah's answer. “she is Bhai's GIRLFRIEND ”

She asked as she sat beside me on the bench. I didn't even notice when they arrived at our department. But it was fine, I had no chances of winning. " Uhmm, Okay, Faryah, Faryah Mustapha" I answered finally and smiled at her. " Ohh that's nice, you're Arabian?" she asked. " Indo.." I shut myself up as a thought came across my mind. I was really Fauziyyah from Malaysia. " Malaysian" I answered and smiled at her. She had long red curly hair, with green eyes, with a thin nose and small lips that made her long chin fit her. She was beautiful. I don't really see the need of a beauty contest. " oh, I'm Natalie by the way" She replied and smiled wider. " Oh, are you in the contest too?" I asked and

Ole . 15: Leah Nami got a total of 99 punishments. That includes cleaning, mopping, sweeping, watering, and so on. Every she does it. However, she can't blame herself. That is because she was poor. [Nami. Nami. Nami.] Nami was the poorest among them all. She can't buy all the things she wanted, even in schools. [She lacked money]

Nam Sir Brandon had asked me to fetch two of the chosen ones and it would be the first time I'd be meeting them. I misted to where they were, and the source pull took me to the terrace. Oh god! I hope I don't see anything inappropriate. I approach where the source pull takes me, and I see two figures leaning side by side on the railing. Thank goodness! I cleared my throat to get their attention, and it looked like I startled them since they took on a defensive stance. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" One of the two asked. "I came here to take you somewhere. I'm a High Sorceress and you can call me Nam."

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.”

Naomi: "Indeed, you endured a lot with Mom… thank you. But what’s the bride’s name?" Samah: "Her name is Ghada." Naomi: "Alright, Dad… good night." Samah: "Finish your tea." Naomi: "No… you drink it." Naomi headed back to her room, opened the door, and entered quietly. Her expression showed nothing but rigidity and indifference. She closed the door behind her, leaving Samah in the living room, alone with the night’s silence and the ache in his heart.