Tehreem Fatima Novels & Stories

CHAPTER ONE Old building detachable to another, Amina and Fatima seen in front of an old bungalow, they wore hijab. sits on a pavement chatting in Hausa language. Fatima third wife of late Mr Ahmed Gowon. a Muslim man, a retired soldier. She was given to marriage at a very tender age, she’s at her thirty. Amina friend, Fatima's best friend

He started his remarks with a brief chuckle, and then he went on to say the following: "Please don't think that I'm trying to be funny; all I want is for you to laugh. You have feelings for someone who was once in a more exalted position but has since moved on to a lower one." I let out a titter, but other than that, I was completely silent throughout the entire conversation. It wasn't until Emman stood up and told me he'd go back to his post and just wait until we were finished that I realized I didn't have any answers to give him. He told me he would wait until we were finished. He stated that he would just wait until we were done before moving on. Fatima returned to the room not long afte

she said while walking toward the kitchen. "FAT!!!!!...WHO ME?" Ayesha asked in a shocked tone and looked down at herself then shook her head, disagreeing. "She is lying. I am not fat," Ayesha said, but started tapping her foot on the floor nervously and kept looking down at herself. "Excuse me...." Ayesha poked her finger in Arham's shoulder. Arham looked at her with raised eyebrows. "Am I looking fat?...." Ayesha asked, biting her inner lip. He looked at her from top to bottom. She was a slim, smart, sweet sixteen girl.

And it couldn’t do with bodyguards hanging around us like our shadows *-double D" A female voice interrupted me from my thoughts "Excuse me?" I asked looking at the woman with the measuring tape "Your size, it's a 34 double D The woman announced looking at my chest." "You're a size bigger than me!" Arosh poked his head into the changing room and I fumbled to put my clothes back on. "Wait a sec and I'll bring you some things to try" He piped up and retreated back to the lingerie store.

Fatu stated Kamur and Fatu knew about how Amir seems withdrawn when it comes to women. So they where surprised he made this one an exception. "Her name is Amira and You both should meet her, she's adorable and so beautiful" Amir said with fascination "I hope you don't tire of this one, but if you are just let me know" kamur said "Kamur!! Do you ever get tired" Fatu asked "Amir my friend I just think you should take it easy with her, she might not be like Shona your betrothed, not all women want something from you, some just want to be loved right" Fatu added

They all laughed while Kashmir pouted and rolled her eyes at the same time. "How come you don't know how beautiful you are and your effect on the male population?" Fatima was curious. "Well, I don't see myself as above any other girls. My mom taught me when I was young to always appreciate everyone and see them as beautiful, that every woman is beautiful. So, I see every girl beautiful in their own rights." She explained. "Oh, I see." Maryam finally understood why she isn't flaunting her beauty. "Girls, enough of that. Let's not talk about me. Let's have groupie pictures." Kashmir said

She stood in front of the mirror to see marks on her neck due to that monster's torture. "He eats me like he haven't eaten anything for years." Fatima made a face as she went to take a shower , a warm one. Besides Abaan who was talking on the phone outside needed a cold shower at that time. Fatima after making a loose bun and covered her head with a loose hijab, as she didn't want that incident again, she walked outside to find Abaan standing near the door. He wasn't wearing his coat , still in his black shirt whose few top buttons were opened , as usual, giving the glimpse of his tattoo. She wanted to throw that phone from his hands but didn't do it as she knew his work was very important b

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.

After turning a few times, she spots Emma and me and walks toward us. “As-salamu Alaykum! (Peace be upon you)” she greets coming up to hug me before sitting down. Fatima is dark skinned and 5 feet 6 inches tall. She is of Somalian heritage but born and raised in America, so that makes her first generation American. “Wa Alaykum salam! (peace be upon you too)” I reply hugging her back. “Wa Alaykum Salam, Fatima,” Emma says hugging her.

" 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.