sunehra_sokwala

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

If you're at a stage where you feel you can't take much more of what life throws at you; close your eyes and take a deep breath and say "Alhamdulillah! if this is the path Allah has chosen for me, who am I to complain" I know it'll be hard but please don't give up because Allah is training your patience.  Testing you with the trails He puts before you.  Leading you into perfection.  Be thankful

As we stepped up on the threshold, my parents welcomed Umar back while Mustafa acknowledged my presence by tilting his head and placing his right hand over his chest; a greeting of respect.  All the while, Umar kept a tight hold on my hand.

When uncle Hamza and aunt Rehmat joined us, panic started to kick in and my hands began to tremble.  I squeezed my eyes shut to fight the tears and felt my hand being squeezed further by Umar.  Even though I had the love of my life by my side, my legs felt like led; I couldn't move them.

I need you by my side