PLEASE AND PLEASE, READ: I greet all my readers across the globe with the best of greetings 'Assalaamu'alykum warahmatullah wabarakaatuhu'. I can't say without you there won't be me cos surely there will definitely be me! But without you loving guys, my pen will never exist and thanks so much for that, Jazaakumullah Khairan. But I'm always somehow sad, I mean most times I'm not happy because you drop very few comments. Through my statistics here, I know not less than 500 people across the globe read my updates but less than 10 people show themselves to me in the comments box. I'm really thirsty of your comments and I hope you won't let me die of it. Pls drop your comments; your opinion, your observation. "Maa'sha'Allah" "barakallahu fihi" "Jazaakumullah Khairan" is good but I'm yearning for more. Please don't let me down for Allah's sake! NOW THE EPISODE:********************************AZEEZAHI have always wanted a perfect life but life...
AZEEZAHSweat dripping profusely from every pores of my skin, despite the curtain folded up and the window widely opened. I remove the pin used to hold my large veil to...
MIKHAILBy the door, I stand by listening in as I place my ear. Is she really sobbing? I have expected her to retaliate and snapped at me but... Anyway! I...
Assalamu alaikum, [as RECIEVED]By the time you read this email, I’m probably just about settled in Muzdalifa.Wanted to share a weird story, but first - Eid Mubarak! You’ll find a “Sunnah...
"Salam alaikum, we appreciate you unraveled mastery of the next issue/challenge bedeviling our Ummah. It is worthy to note that your story came at the right time by Allah's will...
ASSALAMU'ALYKUM WARAHMATULLAH WABARAKAATUHU my dear brethren in Islam!Lemme start with the update on ESCAPE FROM THE BOTTOMLESS PIT - I'm really sorry for pausing without informing you guys. I had...
My eyes focusing on him, am I overdoing it again? I turn sideway and frown, silence takes over the room once again. What response should I give him? I remain...
Laying awake in the dead of the night after Mutmainah has filled her stomach with fresh warm breast milk. Even though she has started sitting, suckling in the middle of...
"Idayah, I can't believe what I've heard. I was just a game" I weep. She pats me at the back, "sorry dear, stop crying. That is men for you" I...
For a moment in the sun, as I'm running up and down to cater for the crying Mutmainah, all I can see is his humble self. Ignoring all that has...
