Ruqayya Bint Muhammad Novels & Stories

This is utterly unexpected nor foreseen so she touched the mic before clearing her throat and smiling up at Zayn. "Assalamu Alaikum!" She kept quite and waited for them to reply before continuing. "I hope you all are enjoying the night so far." She squeezed Zayn's hand before carrying on; "This is unexpected so I'll make it quick with a few words. Rukayyah is my best friend and also a sister! I love her just like I would love my own blood sister and she's an amazing and uniquely wonderful person. You're really lucky to have her, Mashhub. She's a great photographer and also a great Cook. What better than having the best Cook in your home?" She chuckled at that, how ironic. She doesn't know ho

“I.....I....I... Guessed. Your voice and your face reminds me of someone I considered a mentor and a teacher. Ana Asif (forgive me) if I offended you.” La! La! La! La binti. No such thing. May I sit on the bed? Naam. (Yes) Shukran (thank you).what is your name habibty? Ismi Humeyra bint Ibrahim bin Talha Ibrahim bin Talha? The late mufti. ? Naam she answered with tears in her beautiful eyes. The same eyes she inherited from her father. Which is my favorite surah and Ayah binti?

He stopped his tracks as he recognized who it is. “Ruqa,” he called. The woman, Ruqa, is a short-haired young woman in her early twenties, maybe a year younger than him. She was wearing an expensive-looking casual outfit as she stopped in front of him. “I visited her.” She was talking about Shaine. Ruqa is Shaine’s best friend and they knew each other for quite a long time now. Though they wouldn’t know each other if it weren’t for Shaine. Shun noticed that Ruqa’s expression has some hint of displeased expression. He sighed as he concluded what happened. “You knew?”

Still in her peppy mood, aunty yasira was still the one answering "Fine. Here is MUHAMMAD Sadiq RINGIM, the second heir to the RINGIM's family " "Wait, WHAT?!!!" Rahama screamed like someone who just saw a ghost

“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

Rachel “Jayce, can you take care of Liam while I bring the milk for him?” I asked, making Jayce sigh at my request. “Fine, give him me,” He cuddled, crying Liam in his arms who had just woken up from his slumber. “Don’t act sad, you’re the one who wanted to join me here,” I said, looking at Jayce’s sad face as I went to the kitchen for Liam’s milk. “I’m not sad, maybe nervous.”

"No, I don't. It's my first time hearing this?" "Huh-huh, really? Don't worry, you'll hear more and lots of this. Tell me, daughter... what's your favourite music?" "Favourite music?" I blushed for a while. "I don't listen to music... maybe Al-qunut." "Imagine? Is that even music?" She bursted with a funny kind of laugh. "I still wish I can be like you. Tell me, who's your favourite quran reciter?" "Al -Minshawi and Sudais. They're simply the best."

Raeleigh said, "Your daughter is so beautiful. Did you name your daughter after you? Isn't that a little arrogant?" Raeleigh wondered. Only a true friend would say something like that. Jacqueline was Rayan's granddaughter and Jacky's daughter. Rayan was the most powerful person in Capital City while Jacky was the most powerful person in Waverly Village. It was probably inappropriate to give his daughter such a domineering name.

Maama asked and she poured out what transpired between the three of them, omitting some part of course. "Okay. I'll talk to him. He can't be treating you like that. He's just protecting but I assure that I'll talk to him." Zainab triumphantly smiled as she laid her head on her Mother's lap as sleep over took her. **** "Allah sanya alkhairi." Ruqayyatu said smiling widely. The lefe was brought and people gathered in the Alkali household. The house bustled with well wishers, gossipers and food eaters.

she laughed. “But I loved you, I did everything you wanted, I even fought my father for you…you were the lady with Allen in the club,” I cried. “How could you?” “I am sorry…” she said, her voice dripping in mockery. “I was ahead of you, did you think that you could dump me after giving you a son?” Allen moved the phone away. “Mike, I really wanted you to see me take over The Rodriguez's group, but Maria is just being a bitch right now…and you are not cooperating, I can't let you destroy all my years of efforts…Goodnight Mike,” he said cutting the call.