"Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same"
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Ruqayyah
I set back on the couch with Zahi beside me
No work for 3 days as Iqraam was in Tahiti
Iqraam
Wallahi this guy was getting on my nerves and...
Surprisingly it was not that.. bad..
"Mama, I want to play Spiderman and Zaik baya will nwot let mei!" Said Zahi tugging beside me
I hadn't noticed she was off the couch all this time
"Zaik, why won't you let Zahi play?" I asked him
"Mama, she throws controllers around the house when she losses!" He replied turning away from the game
I turned to my daughter
A smug smile gave it all away
I grabbed her by the waist and made her sit on my lap
"Now little lady, why do you do that?" I asked her
In return she gave me a sly smile with two of her front teeth missing
"Throwing controllers? Not so lady like are you?" I asked her and she giggled
"He won't give it to mei!! " she said and I laughed
Count on her to do such things
Sighing I checked the time
30 minutes after his flight
Goodness
Looking around, my curtains were going off color
My bluish purple curtains had lost it's original color
Needs washing
I smiled
Something to do
Getting up, I walked to the curtains
Pulling off the rod, I took out the curtains
"Mama, we help?" Asked Zaik
"Yes please, get the laundry basket!" I said and continued pulling down the curtains
"Here mama!" Said Zaik
I put the curtains in it
"Zahi please get the laces from the sofa and tv rack!" I yelled for Zahi
I wander what cleaning up his house would feel like?
What. The. Hack!?!
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The Billionaire and The Niqabi
Spiritual-UNEDITED- | IBRAHIM BOOK I | Iqraam Ibrahim; a billionaire who had it all. A loving family, money, fame, an empire and was living his dream as a CEO and Racer. He felt that he was 'Content.' And that 'Content' changed to something more when he met...
