Wanita Berjilbab Menangis Novels & Stories

His yells and red eyes won't discourage her from going through her plan, it is going to motivate her actually. "I'm serious, Sir. I heard Hajiya yelling and when I arrive, Bushra was standing atop her. I am also afraid and don't want to believe but that is what I saw with my own eyes, Sir. Everyone is now inside the room and Mr. Masari is on his way here, you should come too." The woman kept rambling like a mad woman, he could tell that the death affected her deeply. She has been working with them for a long time, losing someone in the family must've ruined her head too. He could only imagine his siblings and father now.

She nodded and walked back into Labeebah's room dejectedly. Just as Labeebah's mother locked up the gate with a new padlock, the elevator swished open and out came a polka dot jilbab clad woman. Her fair skinned face glistened from something that looked like water to Labeebah's aunt. She reached her in three strides, her Jilbab billowing behind her. "Good afternoon ma. How's Ms Labeebah?" Labeebah's aunt stopped, she put the key in her bag slowly before replying the question but the way she saw her wring her hands made her put down the anger she wanted to reply Beebah's neighbor with.

her voice is soft and delicate as she looks at me with worry in her soft green eyes "There are bad people trying to catch me. please help me escape"I fake some tears as I look around like someone is listening to us "Child I'm sorry but what can I do" her voice sounds urgent like she doesn't want to take much of my time "I need your clothes"she doesn't even question me she just takes off her clothes as the other ladies look at her confused... luckily she has some other clothes on I tool the clothes and wear them quickly not to waste time I also put on the hijab which covers my hair fully

Her friend is right, nothing is impossible and maybe this is only a test. After the couple prayed, they sat down on the praying mat each of them praying for one thing or the other. Masshub turned around and place his right hand on her head, whispering the prayers. Maaysa is feeling very nervous and felt like the jilbaab around her is suffocating her but she kept quite and continue to stare at the beautiful specimen who is the love of her life and now her husband. She can't be thankful enough to Allah and to Rukayyah because she knows deep down, no woman will do this.

a sob escaped my mouth Tears were falling like they had never came out of my eyes " why Allah you ruined me, why you ruined my family , my mom she ..ya Allah it hurts alot " and i cried alot my hijab was wet with my tears. In the mean time i remembered what happened between us last night why i felt comfort in his embrace how he controlled my attack when he was the reason for it why . Why particularly now on this prayer mat in this situation of dua God made me remember that scene "what are you trying to show me , what you want to say Allah "

Alhaji Abbas said tears rolling down his cheeks. Juwairiyyah only stood there in tears, shocked at what is happening now. She was razzmatazz of what Arfaat just did. She felt her heart aching___ trying to burst because of too much sadness. Was this the way Arfaat felt when she accused him of raping her? If that’s the case, then he's really hurt! "Yaa Arfaat, ka taimakeni please (Help me please), say this is your baby I beg of you."

Habiba walked inside the room leaving the handbag on the couch she moved towards the babysitter standing by the rear door rocking a crying toddler in her arms. Untieing the hijab while walking she kept the cotton brown veil on the single couch beside the rear door. Her wavy dark locks slid on her waist with the short curls kissed her cheeks as soon as they were freed from the several hours of penned-up. "What happened?" she stated making her presence known to the babysitter who turned behind hearing her voice.

Mashkur was back to his possessive self as he was not up for another fight with his wife or anyone else for that matter. They walked in just as Mehr came down with a long jilbaab. Mashkur thank God immensely when she thought about wearing the jilbaab before coming down. If she didn't wear that jilbaab, they would've seen her in what only he was supposed to- jeans and crop top. "Baby, whe-," she trailed off when she saw the two new people on her couch. "He's here to apologize. Says that he's leaving to only God knows. Let's hear his story, I'm bored already," he chuckled when she glare at him.

He replied smiling , playing with her hair as she watched through the window. Getting ready for the picnic was not hard for her. She was happy to the core that she wouldn't stop smiling. She watched her self in the mirror as she draped over her abaya . She went over to Hussain who was thanking his Lord for blessing him with her. Abaya's makes her beautiful always . She walked slowly to him and say close to him. "Stop looking at me like that . I don't like it" She whined pouting. "You are my wife, my property so I must look at you" He smirked , pecking her lips. "Let's get going" He announced and picked her bag.

If she doesn't want him to see her without a hijab then he won't. She must guess his presence at the window as her hand searched for the hijab. She didn't even sigh in relief and wrapped herself first. She was shivering badly and tear stains were visible on her face. A reddish shade gleamed on her cheeks. She gingerly came closer to the window and slid it up.