Novel & Cerita Wahiba Fatima

Halimat said, and she walked out of Fred's house with annoyance, and drove home, “Who Is that woman?“ Fathia asked, “she Is nobody to me again, she was my ex-girlfriend,” Fred asked, “what does she want?“ Fathia asked, “she wants us back on the track,” Fred said, and I have told the bitter truth that It is not possible, so relax your mind, nobody can Intimidate or humiliate you beside me,” Fred said, “but I noticed that what she wants Is more than what you think,” Fathia said,

My mom says with the same beautiful fake practiced smile but it falls a little when she sees Jake and Emily. “Please tell me this girl is your bodyguard’s girlfriend.” My mom says in a friendly tone but I could hear the malice. “Mrs Williams.” “That’s not my name anymore.” My mom says rudely. What is her problem? “So can I call you ‘danika’s mother’?” Emily asks, innocently. “No. you may call me Mrs. Walts.”

she said with so much joy Amira was so confused as to how she had gotten here and who this woman was. As if the woman had read Amira’s mind she said “My name is Tarah.. Queen Tarah, my guards found you in the bush unconscious and then brought you here” Amira couldn’t remember anything other than the sharp pain she’d felt before she felt down. She clutched into her baby bump. Queen Tarah noticed how she held unto her stomach and smiled “I had my midwife check you since I noticed you were heavy with child and she told me the baby is okay and you where 5months gone” Queen Tarah said

Jidda said, holding my hands as I began to feel nervous, different thought flooded my mind. Amidst the panic, I heard my phone start to ring, tightening my grip on Jidda's hand as I picked up the call. "Hello, Am I speaking to Fatima?" the male voice on the other side of the phone said, "Yes" I replied, My name is Kabir, We met earlier today," he said, "Okay…. I said trying to remember if I met anyone that day, "The HR from NPC" he explained,

As the most uptodate era of Westfield fellows settled into their exercises at the Paulina Scott Institute, friendships, collaborations, and unstated bonds started to form. Among the fellows was Rafiq, an exceptional engineer with an ardor for sustainable development, who had quickly earned a reputation for his modern solutions. But these days, he found his attention drifting towards another fellow—Aisha, a renewable power engineer from Morocco.

“Yes, of course. We have been friends for so long, Fatima. You know I would never turn my back on you.” “That is the Liana I know,” Fatima said, her tone almost proud. “A girl with a brave heart, willing to sacrifice herself for the sake of her family. I admire you so much. Now, what are you waiting for? Make the call.” She nudged Liana playfully on the side, making her jolt a little.

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Samanta scrutinized this person expecting her. She was a beautiful woman. In her forties, light brown skin, black hair, think, dark but subtly defined eyebrows, a fine face, with very obvious asian features. She was about 5'9", thin. She could notice some expression lines across her forehead from the big smile she was holding as she approached her. The woman was also wearing that veil on her head, but unlike what she had seen so far, it wasn't covering her whole face, just her hair. A pair of green eyes studied her when she was close enough. “Samanta Andrade?” The woman asked. Samanta nodded, showing a shy smile. “My name is Tahirah Halabee” the woman bowed her head.

"This is too heavy for me. I don't know about the rest of you but... Imam Hussain. We are very sorry, we know that you travelled to Ekiti with your son, Ibrahim last week for your mother's fida'u prayer. This is not your fault or Aisha's, let's believe it's faith... It's the will of God Almighty, this could happen to anyone. Please don't allow this weigh your spiritual strength, our Iman. Everyone would agree with me that this is the time to practice sabr (patience). Now, the question is what do we do?" Everyone took in a deep breath of fresh air. Thinking of the heaviness his last question..."WHAT DO WE DO?" "Well spoken Alhaji." Mama Barakah popularly known as Iya owala (With her tribal ma

Hajiya Kaltumi asked Mrs Habiba with smile on her face "Of course we have" comes Umma reply "Just come to check on Gogo Ramatu" "That's good of you. May Allah reward you" "Good morning Hajiya" Tehzeeb greated "I thought I said you should stop calling me that already. Enough of the formalities you know we're one now" Hajiya Kaltumi said to Tehzeeb. Tehzeeb was about to go and call Gogo Ramatu when she emerge out of the room with a bag in her hand