Wahiba Fatima Mga Nobela at Kwento

The breath that was struck in her throat. The mission was accomplished. She was playing with fire. But it was better to play with fire instead letting the fire play with you. 'Sheharzaad. The FBI chief, will come to meet you at Dubai. He just wanted to confirm whether you deem fit for this role or not. He is a tall guy, with blue yes. His name is, Wali. Real name, Wali Umer Khan. Many of us don't know his full name. Many are unaware who is the new fbi chief as his identity is kept hidden on purpose. When he comes to meet you, just call him, by once from his full name. Mr. Wali wanted to meet you and the few minutes of meeting would be enough for him to access whether you fit in the job or no

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

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.

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.

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

“I’ll give you two a minute – “ Caleb starts, but Fati holds her hand up. “Don’t worry about this Caleb. This won’t take long,” she says. Then she looks at me and I flinch at the anger and pain in her eyes. “I, Fatima Nadia Guia, Luna of the Moon Goddess Pack, reject you, Kurt Jamal Walker as my mate.” I fall to the ground, clutching my chest. This is the worst pain that I’ve ever felt. So mind numbingly painful that I can’t think beyond it.