Ruqayya Bint Muhammad Novels & Stories

"Like I said, I don't like kids." "Wow." Hadassah breathed out. "I've never met someone who didn't want kids." "You haven't met enough people." Sabeerah said to her. Hadassah laughed. "I'm an activist, I think I have." Sabeerah shrugged in reply, she smiled as she saw Ruqayya climbing up the stairs, a girl behind her was holding a basket of food and drinks. "The snobbishness in there was suffocating right?" Without waiting for a reply, she turned to Hadassah. "Hi I'm Ruqayya, I'm a cousin to the new mother."

She had learned that out of gratitude, the women whose names were Ayeshat and Rukayat had decided to stay and serve the Sultan of the sultanate. Roksolana looked at the expensive gown she was wearing and grunted. The material was too free and heavy on her. Even though the hijabs were lightweight, she felt a headache coming on because her head wasn't getting the fresh air it was used to. When she asked Rukayat if she could remove the hijab, the other woman frowned and told her only the general could give that order. By the time they had made her wear a shoe that wasn't a boot, she was ready to go and fight it out with the man whose name she now knows as Jamal, thanks to the two women.

Aunty Safina said, releasing me as the rest followed. "I pray so too" they all echoed, I smiled as I watched the concern in their eyes, I felt blessed to have them by my side. "She is a good woman, she would be, " Ruqayya said, she was the only person who had ever met Ibrahim's mother. And she sounded so sure she was a good woman. I watched a relieved look on my auntie's face as Ruqayya said so. "We need to go get you a dress" Ruqayya reminded, changing the conversation.

I asked Allah to bless her with goodness in every matter, both in this world and the hereafter—And for His protection to ward off all evils, even from her shadow—And I prayed and begged to receive her forgiveness; with my head in sujood infront of the Kaaba, and tears flowing down my eyes, until a sense of peace had begun to overcome me. SOME 3 YEARS LATER "—Ruqayya, you tell him please. Maybe, he might listen to you. I give up—!" Ammar exclaimed dramatically, throwing up his hands in defeat. I could only shake my head at him, with a small smile, before turning my gaze back to the Pulao (rice) infront of me.

_______ "Your daughter is now well to go home sir,you don't need to worry about anything else. Just make sure she doesn't stress her self much, because she's still at her early stage and any slight mistake might lead to miscarriage" "Thank you,will abide to all the rules you gave" "My pleasure sir" _____THREE DAYS LATER_____ It's morning, time for fajr prayer. Zuwairah stood up from her bed as she sauntered to her bathroom to perform ablution. Few minute later, she was done with her prayer as she decide to read the Holy Qur'an "It been long I read my Qur'an" she thought She recite Al-Fatiha before starting to read from Suratul Ik-lass and decide to stop on Suratul Al-Rahman. "Tomorrow I'll c