Porrim Maryam Novels & Stories

Rima’s POV As I walked into the bustling café, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled my senses. I glanced around, searching for a quiet corner to focus on my job search. I had just moved to the city two weeks ago, leaving behind a life that was no longer mine, a woman who died tragically but found her peace and got away from a miserable existence filled with pain and suffering, seeking new opportunities in this unknown place. My name is Maria…. No wait.. Sorry.. My name is Rima Karam, and this was the beginning of my journey to reinvent myself.

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.

Kyra could see that his eyes were extra bright. "Now." Maryam drew back and swept a more business-like gaze over Kyra, Ali Ahmed, and Omer. "You've told me. I finally know what was going on this last few weeks when you seemed so distracted. And why you always refused all the eligible bachelorettes I mentioned." She shook her head, but she was smiling ever so slightly. "Ali Ahmed, you need to tell the rest of the country. Now that you have a family, you need to show them off."

Chanda looked at her hand and up at Mariam’s face. Mariam laughed and withdrew her hands. “I’m sorry. You remind me of someone.” The light in her eyes went dim for a single second, but she blinked immediately. “Anyway, I was introducing myself so we could stop being strangers. My name is Mariam, maid to the Lycan’s Mother. Queen Leia.” She said with pride. That’s nice, Chanda thought. Mariam now worked under Leia. “And you are?” Mariam asked. “Uh? … sorry. My name is Serafina… I am a rogue.”

Maryam finally whispered, her voice cracking. Zara’s eyes brightened, unaware of the poison hidden in the name. "Uncle Rahim? The one who sent the books when I was a child? Did he... did he say yes? Can I go to the Oakhaven Law University?" Maryam closed her eyes. She had swallowed her pride and written to him, begging for a final favor. She had promised him silence—eternal, crushing silence—in exchange for Zara’s education. Give her this one chance, she had pleaded in her letter. I will never ask for another penny. I will never speak his name again. Just let her learn.

Aleesha leans into her ear. "Doctor Maryam was threatened and she told me everything. Don't worry, your Omri doesn't know but maybe he will, later. Just behave like a good little girl and you'll be fertile once again. Trust me, Sa'eed is looking for every way possible to ruin your life, badly." Aleesha straightens her spine and looks at Halima's horrified face. She chuckles and looks at Sa'eed then nods.

Ali seemed oblivious of her words and he looked at Maryam as if she were a madwoman. "What?" He asked dumbfounded, leaving her arm. An uproarious laughter escaped both of our lips by looking at Ali and his extremely perplexed and mortified face. "I meant to say-" Maryam began to explain between her chuckles, "Arya is pregnant. Not you Ali." "Oh..." Ali said with extreme shyness. Even his ears had turned red and Maryam was scarlet in her face because of her uncontrollable laughing. "Congratulations Bhabhi!" Said Ali.

she said with so much joy Amira was so confused as to how she had gotten here and who this woman was. As if the woman had read Amira’s mind she said “My name is Tarah.. Queen Tarah, my guards found you in the bush unconscious and then brought you here” Amira couldn’t remember anything other than the sharp pain she’d felt before she felt down. She clutched into her baby bump. Queen Tarah noticed how she held unto her stomach and smiled “I had my midwife check you since I noticed you were heavy with child and she told me the baby is okay and you where 5months gone” Queen Tarah said

Next day, Hoor went to the university. After her 3rd class, she went to the restroom where she heard some girls talking. She recognized the voice of the weirdest girl (Maryam) of the class according to Hoor. She was known for her extra bold personality. Hoor had seen some of it also as Maryam loved to touch and laugh with guys. "Have you seen Professor Randhawa's body? It looks like he should be on a magazine cover." Maryam said.

“Oh…oh my god,” Maryam says, taking a step back, shock all over her face. She presses a hand to her heart, shaking her head. “She’s…gone? That’s…that’s so fucking awful…” “You knew her?” I ask, stepping close to Jackson’s side and glancing at Marigold, wondering if she should be listening to this. “She was…” Maryam bites her lip, glancing between me, and Jacks, and the baby – clearly intuiting the whole complicated situation. “She was a really lovely person, Ariel. Really determined, and tough, and strong. And she – she really loved this one –“