Senja Muslimah Novels & Stories

Minimal sampai aku punya jilbab yang baru. Setelah sholat, sambil berbaring, aku pun browsing toko online yang menjual jilbab dan baju muslim. Dan aku menemukan toko grosir dengan harga sangat murah. Kubeli 1 lusin jilbab dan baju hamil muslim. Cukup menguras tabunganku tapi tak apa. Setelah membayar, owner toko tersebut malah menawariku untuk jadi reseller dengan sistem dropship. Boleh kucoba, itung-itung buat nambah penghasilan. Tinggal share foto-foto dan aku pun akhirnya berjualan.

Amira is Muslim and her beauty is unique. She has olive white skin, deep brown eyes, and brown hair. Judging by her actions and the way she dresses, she doesn’t follow tradition. She came from a prominent family in Mindanao, well- educated and is married to an equally prominent man. As told by my mother, she’s the youngest wife and the most favored. “I bought some fruits while waiting for Sabrina to finish her class. I didn’t know there are some happenings around here.” She was happily

Even so, they were both decently dressed and fully covered from head to toe with only their palms and face visible. Farhana stood up from her chair and smiled at the two women. For a moment, she envied them. Hafsa was almost as old as her mother but looked younger. She was an accomplished woman who was adored by her husband and children. She was a successful working Muslima who had everything that one could ever ask for but then don't we all want more than we possess ?

"The buyer is the king, but the merchant of the Sultan is also the time, ah! How can there be a story of a merchant being abused like this! Just be proud of yourself." "Eh, Lisa! Don't talk about self-respect! Who are you? You're a child of an ex begenggek! (Java Languange, begenggek means bitch!l) What is Sultan? You're little bitch!" shouted Mbak Hamidah fiercely. For a moment, Lisa was silent. Her eyes widened in anger, disapproving of what she had just heard. Her face was bright red and his hands were clenched into fists with emotion.

she claps thrice with her hand again and points to the girl at the front. "I'm Yulan." the girl says in a small voice. Everyone introduces themselves till it was the last person's turn. Halima figures there are nine Muslims there. Two Aishas, one Amina, a Khadija, a Mariya, an Amratu and three Nanas. The girl beside Halima is an Aisha but she prefers to be called Eesh.