Quotes Siti Khadijah Novels & Stories

“That doesn’t help me.” “We are not here to tell you pretty lies, Zain. You fucked up and you are owning your mistake,” Khalid said, and rolled out the map of Azmia and Maahnoor. Rahim helped him with pointing out the capitals and making a red circle where our palaces were situated.

He doesn't like the name one bit, but his sister is not getting it. Kaadira is a successful makeup artist. She's very well known around Nigeria and everyone talk about her and her skills. She has a very large school for teaching makeup. She is married with two children -Khatija and Munib- Khatija is a girl and Munib is a boy, Khatija is seven years old and Munib is five. Their mother is thirty years old which means she's one year older than Zayn. "She's only older than you with a year! Don't let her rule you like this." His other younger sister -Naazwa whisper in his ear from the other side of him. They like putting him in between, whenever they want to fight.

Khady said a bit angry with Tehzeeb "Am sorry. Na damu ne da jikin Umma shi yesa" "Tunda ba Umma na ba ko. Ba mastala" Khadija said leaving Tehzeeb there before she said Salam and enter Umma room. "Umma mu ya jiki" said Khady "Jiki da sauki" "Allah Kara sauki" "Ameen. Ya makaranta" "Lafiya lau Umma" Khady said before turning to face Baba "Baba ya aiki" "Aiki lafiya diyan Albarka. Ya Boko?"

"For how long have you been here?" "About three weeks," Zynah answered. "And you never bothered to get in contact with me. Not even once," Khadija said, her voice holding disappointment. Zynah hummed. "I'm very sorry about that. I lost my contacts and ever since I returned, I haven't had the chance to visit anyone. Still in Maitama, right?" "Yes. I'm close to your side right now. Please send me your house address. I'll be there in few minutes," Khadijah said, her excitement palpable.

Roksolana asked. "Because I like it here. I love to cook and I can eat while I'm cooking." The girl replied. "But how did you get here?" Roksolana asked her. The girl whose name was Khadijat began her life history. Roksolana found out she was from the Jedi sultanate which was a neighborhood to Wadai' sultanate. Sultan Jamal had saved her from a moneylender who had been chasing her and her mother after they couldn't pay up.

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F A R A H Aunt Khadija is getting better she got discharged and will take rest at home. She insists she won't stay in the hospital for more than 5days and to be honest, I also hate hospitals especially the food, it's as if they cook the food without any seasonings.

The woman is just effortless with her authority, something as small as removing a blazer makes her look powerful. "Welcome to our humble home, Zara." Hajiya Khadija said loudly as she walks into the dining room with her husband, Bushra and Amir trailing behind them. Bushra had to part the oldies from each other, they were busy chatting away in the room like they've just met.

"Addah, do you think the red gown would suit us both? I think the red color suits you more, rather than me," Khadija blabbed on, as she was busy unboxing the things she had bought from the market. She had no idea why her sister was reeling with anger when she came back, but she didn't intend to ask the obvious. Why else would she be angry if not the idea of getting married again? Her sister is one of the most stubborn humans she had ever came across.

After every west prayer, someone always gives a lecture while waiting for the evening prayer,” explained Aisha. "You've prayed, haven't you, Lang?" asked Aisha. "Yes, the five daily prayers are obligatory," I replied firmly, but I lied. I glanced at Aisha. She seemed to be smiling. I drove straight from Great Certajava Street all the way to Clofus. Aisha suddenly smiled, knowing where I was taking her to. Yes, I took Aisha to a simple but popular restaurant in Surabaya, namely Choco Banana.