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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

Stop trying to please people, the truth is you will never be good enough.

You have soft heart and pure soul which is very rare to find and you are one of a kind, always keep shining

Khadija:

"Mom? He saved me… he saved me! and all I've done in return is treat him with callousness… I'm not worthy of his friendship! I'm not!" I said, wiping my eyes; sore from continuous crying.  I wasn't sure how much more I could take of this heartache.

"Khadija…"but I couldn't hear anything oroeley my mind was clouded with a lot of things at moment. I needed to let it out all.

"Mom please…" I said, searching her eyes for I don't know what "I've disgraced you and dad and I'm deeply ashamed of it.  The trauma I've suffered has caused havoc on me.  Ugh! I can't take this no more" I said, briefly crying into my hands yet she was here listening.

Khadija: Talk with mom and awkward confessions