Tahreem Fatima Novels & Stories

I was half werewolf but for the past three days I have been feeling so human, extremely tired and moody. I started packing tissues and placing them on the shelf when my work mate and new friend Fatima walked in. She was a cute twenty three year old Indian girl ,she looked like a damn model with thick black long hair and grey eyes. She had the perfect slim body too,I felt a bit jealous especially now that I was apparently gaining weight. "Hey babes!"she greeted me whilst wearing her blue apron before assisting me. I smiled "hi Fatima,how are you?" "Awesome...is it me or is somebody getting a little bigger..."she said eyeing me weirdly.

She always remembers how Fatima ( sadiq's mother) stood by her since the day their parents died. Aunty Yasira had two elder siblings but death took them away quickly. The first, which was sadiq's mother and the second died as a result of sickle cell at the age of 15 and finally, yasira was the third and the last born of the house. She vividly remember how her elder sister,fatima took the shoulder of the responsibility of a mother and father even when she also was having problems in her husband's house . Aunty Fatima, was a woman with a heart of gold, she never gives up on what she believes in and may her name continue to be exalted.

Tehzeeb tried to recall "Yes Khadija Ladan(Deedee), she's one in town tailor, trust me you won't regret it" "I think i will chat them up this night, both Twins_Glam and Khadija Ladan. Thank you so much, you have made my day and everything is easier for me" "Your welcome" thus they depart and go there various way. Tehzeeb have resumed school which she have been busy with her studies because of her project which she's yet to be through with. Maryam's wedding took place which was successful due to having things done accordingly, all thanks to Zeeekadir Twins_Glam and Our Honourable Tailor Khadija Ladan that save the day.

Fateema. A ten year old boy immediately appeared. His body was a bit bulky, but his face was cute with beautiful eyes. "You are home, Mom? Who's this?" asked the boy innocently. "She is my colleague at Doorna. How was your school today?" "Good! Everything went smoothly as usual." Kareem without being asked immediately greeted Zoya and smiled. "Kareem is my only son. He is in fourth grade now. There are only four of us here," said Mrs. Fateema without being asked.

Fatima says while laughing. Fatima is dressed in a black ankara sewn into a six piece skirt and blowse with golden flowers around the neck and paplon hands. Her headgear is tied in the ture Kaga tsiya style. She refuses to apply any makeup saying it'll only attract illegible men to her. Halima smacks her saying, "jimin yarinya fah.Ai yanxu {see this girl. Now} you'll have to respect me saboda {because} I'll be marrying your elder brother which technically makes me your elder sister."

They moved into a house set up by the same school, which is where they met Fati. They live next door to each other and have apparently made fast friends if the 30-odd photos from the past week are anything to go by. Through these posts, I find out that Fatima is from Texas, is also a graphic design major, and prefers to go by Fati. That’s it! It’s frustrating.

" Fatima tease. "Trust me you're welcome! You better hurry up and get here fa you know we still have a lot to handle" Reedah said and Fatima assure her to be there soon. * * * "Deejah the knot has been tie fa" hafsat said, and deejah burst into tears.

Shayari said immediately "You know Tara, I am so happy that you want to know me. You will love me. I know that. You know when I was a teen I met a girl. Her name was Sitara. I used to call her Tara. She was so cute with her smile and two pig tails. She was 2 years younger than me. I was 16 and she was 14 at that time. We became friends very fast. And I fell in love with her. She also loved me. On her 18th birthday I thought of proposing to her for marriage. I was waiting for her in the park where we used to meet daily. There was not a day when we did not meet. But that day she did not come. I waited but she never came. I went to her house and it was locked. I was so tense about her. I waited

I took her in my arms and walked towards them with a nervous manner and greeted them . "Asslamu_Alaikum" They smiled and said "Walaikum Assalam .." " How are you, our dear sister_in_law?" One of them asked me politely... "Alhamdulillah. I am fine and you ?" I asked them still in my nervous tone.. " Don't be nervous. You can think us as your older sisters. Oh sorry, we forgot to introduce ourselves. Anyway I am Fatima and she is Jiya. We are sisters of your would be husband and she is my baby Oiya " Ms Fatima told me ...

FATIMA GOT READY THE next morning. She wore black pants that aren't tight so she can move around easily and she’s wearing a white t-shirt and a black jacket over it. She tied her hair back in a bun as she waited for a call or something on her phone. What’s bothersome is how they found the number. The police traced the call and they were telling the truth in which location they were.