Wahiba Fatima Mga Nobela at Kwento

ohh mom, give us the picture of Bhabhi I want to see her - said Reyan excitedly. "Rey I've not even met her - I said glaring at him. "ohh Allah stop you bickering here take my phone her name is izzah Ahmed. And she is faishon designer by profession - said mom and gave her phone to reyan, As he saw that picture his eyes widened. What happened. "maa Isn't she looking old for ahad, I mean she will look like ahad's mother - said reyan still shocked. "reyan what are you saying izzah is so beautiful have you gone nuts - said mom giving are-you-mad look to reyan.

Ms Fatima told me . "Then can I call you two as Api ( sister)? and call me by my name plz" I asked them.. "Sure you can and now let's go. We are going to be late. Also Jubayer is waiting for us in car " She told and when I looked at her in confusion she said, "Jubayer is my husband, Khushi. Now come on. We should go now ..." "Api, can my friend, Hayat accompany us only if you don't mind ?" I asked them ..

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

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

Now first of all, Fatima was a respectful doctor and mother in New York; she wasn't what they were describing in the interview; she couldn't be. The comments got louder, and Fatima quickly shut the computer. She wasn't screaming or restless; this wasn't the first. She was used to being criticized on the Internet, only she had never been called a whore before. “Mommy!” Bonnie knocked at her door, and Fatima asked her to come in. Bonnie did, closing the door behind her.

Tiana had mad support from everybody even the women from her centre which she was still running. Of recent,she applied at Punch Newspaper in Abuja to work as Journalist and James celebrated her when she got it. She was going to investigate and educate people through her pen..like she always wanted. Meanwhile with the guys..... "Good afternoon." Mustapha's wife, Fatima, greeted them holding her three children while Mustapha locked the car carrying a bag which contained the baby's things. "Good afternoon." They chorused. She took her children to where all of them's children were playing at.

Was this why? “I AM GOD. THE CREATOR OF WORLDS, MAKER OF MAN AND WOMEN. I GIFTED THE WOULD WITH ALL YOU HAVE SEEN. I HAVE BEEN WAITING TO MEET YOU DEAR LAYLA.” My heart raced at the sound of his voice. I kept my head down. Was I supposed to say something now?

Isabelle asked. “Can I get back to you on that one?” Belinda asked, dimly hoping that this psychotic bitch from hell might have a sense of humour. She did. She laughed at Belinda’s joke as she slashed the knife at the computer programmer’s stomach. 2. Tuesday 27th April 2010 02:20

"Awwwn. I like the way you adapt to things easily. Anyway, I want the window seat." Fatima leaned in closer, whispering so only Isis could hear her so called warning . "And don't even think about telling anyone about my mum and Suraj to get back at me. I've already uploaded the recording to a private cloud. If I go down, that video goes live automatically." "Is this part of the barg ain too?" Isis almost yelled out of frustration, drawing attention to them. Fatima crossed her hand over her shoulder. "Did I force you? You chose to protect your dilapidated pride, Ice. Why whining?"

"He's still resting. Your phone has been ringing continuously, maybe your appointment is important." I watched as Hamieydat Al Hassan pursed her lips in frustration, she acquiesced to Falmata's suggestion and told her to call immediately Baaba woke up. We both nodded and waved her goodbye as she left in a flurry of flowery Abaya and wide sweeping sleeves.