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Presenting Zainab Hassan, who has a fair complexion and is plump and vivacious. Her hair, which she wears a hijab over, is darker than the gloomy evenings. a set of glasses that are usually worn on her symmetrical face, perfectly forming her nose and concealing her stunning grey eyes. Her presence is not anyday the talk of the town as with an average height and weight she can usually go unseen by many. Though she does not fit the description of being fat, she tries to lose weight and wonders what it is be skinny and naturally beautiful just like her friends.

However, it is said that beauty is subjective and that God is the best judge of beauty. Zainab might not be aware of this proverb because, like many of us, she is self-conscious about the way she looks. In the world where being beautiful and skinny is the mostly a way of making money, Zainab is oblivious of her actual beauty which is her amazing character, helpful nature and a beautiful soul in which her Lord resides.

Tragedy can not strike twice right? Wrong! For Zainab it has. A huge incident has taken place in her life. If that is not enough, she now has to go and stay at her relative's place.

However, there is a catch! She will live there not as a family member but as a maid.Though strange but true, there comes a time when our own loved ones can neglect us and backstab us.

Tommorow is her first day as a maid in her own realtives house....join her to know what circumstance and tragedy led her to where she is and how her life unfolds.

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Every smile has a backstory that deserves to be shared.

Let's see how Zainab's journey turns out to be.
Possibly a new house? New people?

What will happen? Will some people love her and others not?

The Day He Came, Everything Changed

<p>As my body trembled back to reality from the sound of the Adhan, (call of prayer) my dream came to a sudden halt causing my long dark eyelashes to battle against my sleepy eyelids; enticing me to gain conscious but I was fighting it.  Wake up Khadija, you have to wake up!</p>

<p>In the last hour, I managed to doze off in the solacement of my soft bed.  Wrapped up beneath the cosiness of my snug duvet but throughout the night I was intensely agitated due to my troubled mind; over clouded with thoughts from my past mistakes.  Each time I tried to sleep, I failed miserably by tossing and turning throughout the night, I even took sleeping pills but ended up waking half an hour later crying out his name.</p>

Khadija:It aches alot mom(heartbreaking)