Zahi Lectures Novels & Stories

There are so many questions in his mind that he couldn't answer yet he's afraid of their answers. He sat on his swivel chair before picking up the papers again as he analyze them. 'He is indeed tenacious. I never thought that I'd have him on my side or him offering me this. ' His mind went at ease when his personal phone created a buzzing sound. He picked it up on his table while eyeing the caller's name. Lousy is calling... "I'm listening," he said in an instant with his eyes still focused on the documents. "She left the country." Just one sentence and yet Hazard stilled. His focus from the paper drifted away in an instant to the caller.

I chuckled, staring at her. Such a cutie pie she is! I moved my eyes from her to professor Zain. I saw him writing something on the whiteboard with a marker. He's looking hot from behind too. I laughed inside myself. I'm seriously crazy. So what, the whole world is crazy. I'm not alone crazy in this world. It's normal to be crazy. If you want to survive in this world, you have to be a bit crazy. He turned toward the class and sauntered toward the table. "So today's topic is A Turning point of your life." He told, leaning against the table. He kept his hand over the table and crossed his legs.

It wasn't a suggestion; it was a directive to get into the safety of the building before he lost his temper with the rest of the world. Forty minutes later, Hazel was sitting in the third row of the lecture hall, her notebook open to a fresh page. Professor Miller was at the front of the room, droning on about the "Architecture of the Human Psyche" and the "Limbic System’s Role in Emotional Response."

Then, he took a seat in the back row. Paxton was very inspiring which was shown by how much his students respected him. The originally clamorous lecture hall immediately quieted down after he entered the place. “Let’s begin our class today.” “Hey, prof Brookes!” Paxton nodded, then said, “We’re going to discuss Erwin Schrodinger’s book titled ‘What Is Life?’. What is your understanding of life?” Upon hearing that, Zayn knew that Paxton was teaching a lesson to him.

"Is this the internal training material of the Emperor?" Zac didn't answer. He would never let her know that he made it specially for her, this rookie. With that thought, Hazel didn't ask more questions. She took out her notebook and pen, getting ready to listen to his lecture. Though she had a lot of questions, he answered every question she asked. Time flew quickly. Without their knowing it, the plane landed at the airport of Sea City. On her way to the planning area, Hazel reviewed the courses that Zac had taught her and couldn't help asking, "iceberg guy, why are you teaching me?" She started to doubt that he had been blessed by Buddha last night, and that was why he would like to teach

Zada was walking through the corridors after her classes when she got pulled into an empty classroom. Before she could scream a hand covered her mouth. "Don't scream. It's me." He felt her relax in his hold and took off his hands covering her mouth. She turned around glaring at him. "What the hell Zahir?" Zada asked in annoyance. "Uh oh. We just wanted to talk to you before we leave," Zahir said with a casual shrug. "We??" She asked and turned to see Zi leaning against the desk shaking his head.

Dr. Fyfe Kaelan closed his laptop and let the lecture hall settle. The last slides had flickered away, leaving only the faint hum of the overhead lights and the smell of old textbooks. “That concludes our discussion on human-animal transformation myths,” he said, voice calm but carrying the authority that made students sit a little straighter. “Remember, theory is meaningless without practice. Next week, I’ll begin interviews for the Harappa field program. Prepare accordingly.”

The line only rings twice before a warm voice answers, “Rosewood Café, good morning! May I take your order?” “Good morning,” I reply, matching their energy. “This is Professor Hazel from the university. I’d like to order a large cappuccino and a giant chocolate muffin, please.” “Of course. Will that be all, miss?” “Yes, thank you. Could someone deliver it to my lecture hall?” “No problem. What lecture hall?” “I think… Hall Six.” There’s a light chuckle on the other end. “Occult studies, huh? Your order will be there within thirty minutes. Will that be cash or card?”

If it weren’t for Jamal managing these relationships at home, Grandpa Mark probably wouldn’t even know how much stress he’d be enduring living under the same roof as Agatha. Now that Jamal had gone abroad, Grandpa Mark was surely somewhat displeased, but it wasn’t Hazel’s fault. It was just that Jamal’s misfortune to have married such a woman. Hazel had wanted to visit Grandpa Mark several times but didn’t know what excuse to make. When Damon actively approached her to help, she didn’t refuse. The next day was the lecture by the master of renovation. Hazel told Damon she’d be going to the Price family later. The lecture was still at the same old place. This time, Hazel and Sheila arrived ear

"Eyyah. Allah Kara mata sauki. Don't worry dear. I know how worried you get when umma is sick. But I promise she will be fine" "Nagode" "Let's go for our next lecture since it's just two lectures we're having today after that you can leave" with that they both walk out to there next lecture without saying a word again. Tehzeeb was physically in the class but all her attention and thought were at home. She was eager to go home to see what's happening to her Umma. She was so lost in her own thought thinking of what going on at home that did she didn't even know what the lecturer was saying until Khadija touch her. She turned and face her before she raised her eyebrows in question. "You're not