Tehreem Fatima Novels & Stories

It's been a while since the last time she saw her. Kashmir got elated to hear the familiar voice and she knew who it was. "It's Fatima" she said to herself, she smiled and turned to look. "Fatima!" Then she called "Maryam!" the moment she saw Maryam. She stood up enthused to see her friends, she opened her arms wide to welcome them with a hug. Both Maryam and Fatima hugged Kashmir. "Girl, we missed you." Maryam said. "Kashmir you sit first before we have a chat." Fatima said, she doesn't want Kashmir to stand for too long because of her condition which Kashmir readily did knowing that Fatima was concerned about her and the baby.

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.

THE END Fatima is a former process engineer and currently pursuing a Doctor of Philosophy in Chemical Engineering. She has been stepping into the publishing world by writing academic journals and book chapters. Now, she is taking a new step in publishing her first fiction book, Love Destiny. The inspiration for Love Destiny came from various factors such as her interest in the military and medical world, and love-hate relationship.

she said wiping the threatening tears that fell on her cheeks " I'm so happy that you at least allowed me to do something for you. I'm very happy" He stood up and went to sit on the couch she was. He side hug her " please stop crying, don't forget today Is mum's birthday and I don't want you to ruin it with your tears. She isn't with us today but I know she is watching over us. I refuse to bring up the topic about her just because I don't want to open up deep wounds which have been buried. So let's rejoice to the key to my success and make mom proud " Fatima ( sadiq's mom) might be a sister to Aunty yasira but aunty yasira loves to refer her as mummy coz she was both her mother and father af

Fatima said in a whisper-yell tone. Sabeerah had no answer for her so she simply shook off Fatima and walked away, her heart was pounding harder as she made her way back to her office with the incident replaying in her head. She didn't regret hitting Islam but Fatima's caution was ringing in her head, what had happened to her? It was as if her lifelong ambition suddenly didn't matter anymore and she was content with being nothing. In her office, she packed up her things and left the building. She drove off to the new site at Glaze plaza.

That brought smile to Tehzeeb face she loves children and can't wait to have hers. Tehzeeb dressed in a mini skirt and crop top arranging her apartment neatly, putting incense every where, she has no idea of AA coming back today, so she connected her phone to the home theater speaker listing to the recitation of the Holy Qur'an Suratul At-Tawbah(Repentance).

, Pravi returned the same gesture toward her. . . . “Thank god. Someone talked with me. Other girls are getting scared because of my face.”, She murmured. “I am Fatima & you? . . . “Hi Fatima, I am Pravi. Nice to meet you.”, Pravi smiled and behaved normally because her upbringing had taught her that beauty is all about a beautiful heart. Soon, they became good friends. . .