Spell Aisha Mga Nobela at Kwento

Mama Barakah popularly known as Iya owala (With her tribal marks as she hails from Oyo state), an elderly woman of about 56 years of age speaks in a low voice. "Assalam 'Alaikum to everyone here. Wallahi, this is the saddest news I've heard and witnessed so far. It is indeed so painful and so unfortunate that this happened to our Aisha. Everyone here knows Aisha and everyday, I pray for her kind of Iman (faith) and Barakah (blessing)."

I nodded before seeing the lovely woman, the witch queen, come to my side. "It's a huge honor to meet a Luna of your caliber ... Scarlett spoke to me about you in very complimentary terms, an alpha of incredible power, you are a blessed couple and I am pleased to meet you. Dear Queen, allow me to introduce myself, I am Aisha." My heart skipped a beat, how can you be so beautiful and graceful? In no way do I question my sexual orientation but this woman is too good, not the bullshit Selena used to do instead, that's a real woman.

"I should've called you troll instead." "You're so mean," the jet-haired teen pouted like a sad puppy. Making Scarlett chuckle. "You're such a kid." _______________________________________________ Not far from Pastonville High, in the dense forest; a 13-year-old girl with fairly pale skin, long brown hair, and coal black eyes sprinted around the forest. Her name was Aisha. She was looking for someone. Someone who has disappeared since yesterday. "Jamie!" She cried out. But what she picked up was a strange but familiar scent. And that very scent shook her to her core. To one person she feared in particular.

I picked it up in a jiffy and let out a huge breath. "Hello, How may I help you?" I asked, gripping the cords of the telephone tightly. "My name is Aisha." The voice from the receiver replied in a thin voice. "And what can I do for you?" I inquired, irritated by her slow voicing out of words. "I was...raped by....." Aisha trailed off, breathing heavily. "I am very sorry ma.But do you have a speech defect? If not, then please you have to talk." I stated, placing my elbow on the desk.

Still wondering where she got her daughter Sasha from – The crackhead. " Thank you." Aisha and I tell the waiter as he leaves. " I've been wondering to ask Aisha, where are you from?" I clear the air before these men murder each other in their imaginations. " I'm African dear. Northern side actually. My mom's the Hispanic one." She answers. I smile and nod. " That's pretty nice. Do you speak Spanish or maybe any other related languages?" " I speak a little Spanish dear. Where are you from?"

This is the first time I've seen her not in control of a situation, taken aback by the last people we expected to see here. Isaiah frowns. "Avia?" "Don't worry Malin, Avia," an unfamiliar woman says from the corner of the room. "Isaiah is a member of our rebellion." I look over her. "Who are you?" "I'm the leader. My name is Kae," she tells me.

But his dumb brain doesn't have the capability to reason. "Ok now Group A spell TUBERCULOSIS. Miss Kafayat said. Abba, Aisha and Zainab raised their hand. Miss Kafayat turned her gaze to Isma'il and smiled at him. He stood up abruptly and spelled it. "T-U-B-E-R-C-U-L-O-S-I-S." Isma'il spelled. "Correct."

She should be around the age of twenty-two also. "Aisha is my name. But everyone calls me Sha". Said a girl I think should be a teenager. She is the most beautiful of them all. She should be around eighteen or nineteen years old. She has dimple cheeks. She has tan skin. Black long hair that is tied at the back. She is also taller than I am. She is curvy and I love her pink lips. "Mine is Gabriella". Said the oldest of them all. A woman in her late twenties. Probably around twenty-eight or twenty-nine. She is dark-skinned. I think she is of mixed blood of black and white. She is also beautiful and she has dark brown tight and curly hair.

Similarly, her eyes remain wide open in surprise. "Smaran", She quickly shouts in anger. On hearing her voice, he quickly turns back and sees her standing there with Tiara angrily, He quickly rises above Aisha and stands on his feet. "What was all this happening?", She asks while looking at him furiously. "Niyati....", Aisha is about to say something that she cuts her in the middle and start speaking, "I'm not asking you anything. Whatever I have asked, I have asked my husband, so don't speak in the middle, it will be good for you", She says while showing rage in her eyes and anger in her voice.

"Salam. Bakhsish (thank you) dear. It's not very heavy.'' She replied in a kind voice. I gaped at her entranced. However, hearing what she said made me a feel bit down. I mean yeah she must have done this her entire life, what would she need my help for. ''Oh. Okay. Yeah...Sorry for disturbing you.'' I returned awkwardly. I couldn't hide my disappointment despite trying. Meanwhile, she smiled softly watching me with her warm blue eyes. I turned to leave with a nod, when I heard her call out. "Though, I would like it if you could help me with this one." I watched her extending the basket in her hand to me, in shock. Taking turns, looking between her and the basket, I broke into a wide smile