Tagged L U'U L U'U BOOK 03 PAGE COMPLETE HAUSA NOVEL

..... She knew what she needed in the evening, light food, even if she was late she didn't miss her lunch, so she didn't hesitate to ask her what to eat, she started serving her. It is a healthy professor who is very attentive to the fact that she is very fond of their food. It has a very secret in it, she poured Oromian black tea for her, it was royal black tea because of the high price of the herbs that are used to steal it, you don't get it in everyone's house, as it is rare to find it even though they are the ones who grow it, she gave her a spoon and fork, and then they all gathered and left her parlor because they didn't like to eat among people. From the first gate where their cars stopped, all the doors of the house started to be opened with a kind of respect and dignity. His cars are different.....in Ethiopia and neighboring countries, in a short time the servants in the house all surrounded him in a warm welcome, and he greeted everyone with respect and knowing the honor and value that God has given to human beings, before everyone left him, he turned and started walking into the house quietly. Any setting room or parlor that will pass in the utmost respect for the servan

..... she carefully completed that training and came out, since all the investigations he had on her said they did not find anything on him, this time she will show him the extent of her power. She didn't know what was going on, she just found herself busy checking her phone. After a few minutes, check the screen of her phone, then start going to the call center. She keeps the phone close to her for a while, she turns the phone in her hand for a while, she doesn't know what she is waiting for, she doesn't know what she is looking for. Little by little, these pictures were taken without anyone's knowledge....at different times and in different places, they became familiar to her....they became her things that every day she would not come out and see. In the end, she knew.....she let her heart have a bad news about his affairs......the news that didn't know what the reason was.....the news that didn't know what brought it......she knew she was used to it, she was used to it, she was used to it......but still there is one thing to believe in herself that is LOVE. Admitting that she loves him, she feels it is the last lie she will ever believe and her heart is broken. She knows how to

..... who is studying but she has this problem. It's not like the first time she came.....not like before when she was staring at him from a distance......what would make her stop like this?. "Who is she?" She found herself asking herself after a long thought. As soon as his behavior is complete he realizes that he does not have any idea of ​​dealing with women, he does not look deeply at them, this gives him relief that only she will succeed in his life. How did this person come into his life?, who is she?, why did she leave?, what is she doing?. These questions completely motivated her to want to see and know WHO AKHNAN is. Even though she is afraid, her heart is telling her who will succeed in owning the sheikh muhammad's step. When Nanay walked into the room with a cane, her face was bright with a smile that once again showed her old age and the calmness that her children inherited from her. His eyes are on her, he is looking at her with a kind of love and compassion waiting for other people to be in her life for many years without her having confidence in anything that affects them. He closed his eyes and grabbed her hands, he.....

.....he was very swollen all over the stick and showed it to her. "It's just tired" She said softly with a feeling that she doesn't talk to. Even in his bones he heard the sound... he pressed his recording again and recorded a hidden memory. He is not satisfied with the words of the fight.....only the tone of her voice has any effect, what is the difference between the first call he made to her and this one, even though the call did not take much time. "Biftuuu" He called her again with the same tone that made her feel like she was going to faint. She couldn't answer him, because she knew how difficult it was, her voice came out as it should, maybe he felt hurt in her voice more than he felt before... maybe he found out something that she was avoiding and avoiding him. "There's something you don't understand," he said in a quiet voice, feeling his entire body relax. The words came to her unexpectedly, she closed her eyes tightly and her heart was pounding. There is a distance between them.....but why can he camp something?. "What?" She said slowly. "Yes" Shima did not answer with this husky voice of his and she failed to speak. Her heart kept pounding, her fear was filling her. She

..... the weight of the cancer brought her down, she slowly lowered her eyes. Her question has no answer.....because she can't say anything. She still doesn't know, did she steal him or did he steal her? None of them did a great job. She can directly say that it is the sultan's job..... it is the sultan who has prepared everything, not her... as her first suspicion is that the silar of preparing everything has already taken her away from her soul. "But is he the one who started it?..... I know his behavior... he has some kind of secret that I have never seen in anyone's place but my cousin" She said again lowering her voice with a different style of teasing. The way she talks like it's a secret makes her laugh. What kind of people are these?, she looks very royal with them in a certain style... but also a gentle attitude and dealing with them to that extent?. Her eyes widened as she listened to Khansaa giving brief information about the haisam. The data reached her ears and went deeper to listen to them, and they kept opening a thin door for her, but the door didn't open... and it didn't lead directly to where she wanted to go. "Alhamdulillah, we are here" Taji hasna was saying, ju

..... that's enough for her to join her soul. The word entered the third day and she started to let go of what she was holding and turned her head to Aanani, she was looking at the stairs of the plane, this made her focus on Aanani's frustration. When it comes to data fetching and downloading, Aanani does his own thing. She only makes tasbihi, which causes many people in the place to faint what is in their hearts and souls. "This man......does he know what he has saved?, is he able to look at women?, is he able to choose where his eyes are?" Rumaisa said while holding Aanani's hand, Aananin with all her composure moved, her only wish was for them to reach the place, she hugged Akhnan and made sure what her eyes were seeing was real?. Her heart is just melting in a certain state. The welcome they received from the last staircase in the words of respect coming out of the mouths of the people who confirmed that they were close to him. Are those close to him? Where do I see the other common people?. It is a red carpet that contains big words of welcome in a short text to make sure that it is not woven from useless threads, the carpet is designed to the extent that she thinks its height

...... but first of all, that's not all..... we miss you like we've never done before, but I'll tell you the truth this time..... we're not here..... we welcome you as our guest..... can you be a little patient and finish watching this beautiful soul who managed to steal this heart that has failed to be opened to every woman?" The way she was treating him? Since she couldn't hide her cousins who were waiting for him? He didn't say anything to her. He was walking past her, all her eyes were on him. She was talking to him in a language she didn't understand The confirmation of her coming to a different world. He told her that now she is not in Agadez.

..... uk adults and elders that we have, will Ahmad the little boy be given the throne?, this is not in the legal system, when will he come back to memorize the royal system and lead?" Mammina said in anger. Just as the haisam was quiet in peace, the hall became silent, the silence was silent and she scolded herself because she started to look like everyone's eyes were on her. "You won't say anything?" "Thank you very much, Sheikh Haisam. We will not embarrass you. We will cook for him until he reaches the end, because he is more than us. Thank you very much for your understanding," Haisam said respectfully Morsa Safiyya dropped her stick and everyone signed the approval of Ahmad's rule. She respected God's decision to turn things the way He saw fit. Who ever thought that Ahmad would be alive again?

... She put her hands on her neck... Her ears, her breasts, her thighs right behind her. Wherever she goes, she remembers what kind of situation the hand landed on, she lowers her eyes and clutches the pillow she is holding. But now she is feeling that same feeling that she should have felt so much that she was afraid to stop it. "Biftuuuuuuu" A part of her heart called out to her with a loud voice. Hasn't she started going crazy?.....hasn't she started having brain problems?. Why does everything around her change? Why does everything about her change itself? Where is this idea of ​​hers?... where have all her rules and regulations gone? What about this teacher? This teacher is just like other teachers. "I'm not like other teachers, akhnan.....not like the others" A part of her heart came to tell her slowly. She was not quick to deny it, she got herself to talk about it again. The first day I saw him...... how amazing he was. How he does not accept humiliation, lowliness or distance. The great position of her father and all her beauty did not even once make him join the ranks of the men who wanted to enter her life, until now..... until now, when the marriage tie was broken.....

.....I'm losing my control" She moved her lips and said slowly, but she left her heart and the skin of her mouth the secret of what she wanted to say. She felt as if she was going to say it, but something was suppressing her words. She closed her eyes and felt something was making her face. If he lost his mind by holding her for a few minutes, he could understand the slowness of her breathing, the sweat on her forehead, and the moisture that he felt from the bed where his hands were lying on the side He was going out with some kind of calmness. He didn't know that he was asleep, because he was sweating so much.

.....she feels a kind of cold. Deeply, he looked at her eyes and put a rose in it, and he put his thumb slowly and gently rubbed the skin of her hand. "Calm down...uhnnnn.....I won't hurt you, take a deep breath and let it out slowly.....I promise you, before you finish letting it out it will be completed.....do you trust me?". Slowly, as if she had a neck pain, she raised her head. "Alright.....keep looking at me.....don't take your eyes off, I will know if you are serious" He said, closing his eyes deeply and opening them to her. She felt the needle slowly go through her skin, but it was a situation she had never experienced before. There is nothing that she is afraid of when she is going to be injected like that, seeing how he is giving her some things directly from his big white eyes to her eyes when the needle is inserted into her body. "Finished" He said slowly, pushing his chair back and letting out another breath. For the first time he felt something different.....the first time he ever felt some eyes carrying some heavy things....The weight that they kept on him some heavy things and killing the body. She looked down with her eyes and was feeling ashamed. "From injecting?

.....in. She closed her eyes again and felt how the soft palm of his hand and its warmth passed through her head. "Hello...." He said with a voice that showed a lot of care and concern in his voice. She moved her lips with the intention of telling him about herself... her head was hurting so much, but the palm of his hand on her neck stopped her mouth. Slowly the pain on the top of her neck goes through the skin of his hand and sends something to his body parts, he slips his hand slowly and relaxes, just as the message arrived from the clinic. He accepted it and came back, he put it on the bedside drawer and his eyes were still on her. She was crying.....she was crying softly, the crying that he heard was heavy on him, he stepped slowly and went out to the sitting room again. Within five minutes, this hidden prince walked into the room, carrying a tray, on which there were cops and a cup of tea and a tea flask. He quietly placed it on the bedside. He took one cup, mixed the tea a little and added honey according to his taste, because he doesn't use sugar at all. "You can get up...please God" He said with his voice that was cold and calm. The eye.....

.....the car. Another thing to note is that he is not a fan of AC cooling at all. "Salman al-Farisy... is a great companion of the prophet S A W, his origin is a Persian man which is Iran now, He traveled a long time in search of the truth (Islamic religion) He researched from different religions until he reached Islam. The palm farm of salman al-faris, a history shows that the prophet planted 300 date palms in the whole place because salman al-farisy avenged himself and his master. he gave fruit, he did that because he did not intend to be free, because each date palm normally takes seven or eight years before it gives fruit that will reach ten. When he cried to the prophet S A W, they met him with a palm tree, the prophet S A W kept taking it and planting it, and they planted 300 heads in a short time and they gave fruit as the master said. demand.....so salman al-faris got his freedom in a short time. But some parts of history say that it is not so.....but how is it.....palms are precious things in the place of the prophet SAW, we will love dates, we will continue to eat them, we hope to get the reward of imitating the sunnah of the best creature.....

...... She felt some dummmm.... his last words should have made her happy..... his last words should have made her happy....... but she didn't get it. That's what she was running for. He didn't know what made her put her hand on top of his hand on her waist, and she gently squeezed him to loosen his hold on her. "What you are thinking is not in my mind..... let's worship... the sultan said let's do it..." He squeezed her hips even more, until she could feel his fingers in the skin of her stomach. He eased this height of his and bent down to her mouth, which wasted a great opportunity to stop his eyes looking more than usual. These eyes, which have abundant eye lashes, are white as if they are not the eyes of a man. "Worship?...... there are different types of worship...... it's not Umrah, it's just worship...... that's also a thing of worship". It was as if he blew the wind out of her in the winter, so the extreme shyness made her start to feel it in her body. She was searching for a place to heal but there was none, only his body was standing in front of her. Now, what has brought this talk of fisabilillahi?. Is it the same?, is it the same as the others? "Are you afraid?........y

.....with thread and cotton what is the real value. She said that it is a kind of eye-catching because of the high price of silk material. He was standing at the big glass window, his eyes were directly fixed on the haram of the mosque of the S A W worker. Even if he will die and become a resident, he has the share of his land to be in the city, what is sacred. He puts on the links of his robe in a deep dive, once again ending the prohibition of viewing. He is a very Westerner, who all go to Maghrib prayer not more than two and a half to three hours, and he wants them to finish their visit because they only have two days left to go to Ethiopia. A kind of light and softness is shining through the haram, because he has never seen a town that has such a quiet and pleasant listening like Madeena, despite the number of visitors from the S A W staff who are always in it. He finished putting the links, he put his hands on the glass and let go of a heavy heart, the heart that comes with a kind of calmness from his soul to his body. After waiting for about a minute to pay.....

.....any, she threw it and it came back to her). Alhaji Nasiruddeen gave a hand glove to one of the children after all of them had also lost their hands. A thin knife was opened by the children, and they arrived in front of the rope of all of them. From the ground they started to wake up and search, but they didn't find anything. They were about to reach half of the phone and some white things started to appear. "Keep cutting them," Alhaji Nasiruddeen said. "Innalillahi wainna ilahi raji'un" He just repeats. Not her, the sultan's dignity is watching. With which eyes will his people look at the house and the kingdom as a whole? An elephant.....the king's wife?. *S U L T A N E* There was a kind of silence in the place after they took Alhaji Nasiruddeen to the investigation, the silence that morsa safiyya felt, she could not stand it, she came down in front of the sultan and sat smiling at him again. "It's been a long time...we talked to the bride yesterday." He raised his head as he heard her words conveying something to him. "Bride? Who is inside?" She smiled back at him. "Daughter...my daughter is akin to us" "Do you like mornings?" The way he spoke made me smile. "Falaak is good f

.....orsa again. "May God have mercy on her" "Ameen amee" Ahmad and the sultan agreed to answer. "Is the body strong?" She asked him again, "We thank God." The way he spoke, she felt her heart break in the morning. That's how Safeena tells her every day until the day she leaves the world. "May God give you eternal health and the rest of the sick" "Amen" They all answered including my mother this time who coming to the place made her feel like she was a stranger, like she was isolated. "Our prince" Mammina said smiling. In a deep breath, Ahmad turned and looked at her. "When did he know all these things?" She asked herself. "When you fight, it's like you're putting a heavy weight on your heart, when you're patient with expressing your feelings about one thing". He spoke in the Oromo language to make sure that no one understood what he said, because even Morsa Safifyya understood that it was not the language of every part of her, that she had left the country and she had forgotten many things. She just smiled at him like she used to, until today she never uttered a single word to him, but he also knows, that doesn't mean anything is okay. The front of the sultan is full.....

..... he stood still and froze in place. Some kind of situation, what really burdened her, why didn't she stop and not pull back, a stick came near her, now he said some words to her and their weight made her feel like she couldn't lift her feet. "Uhmmm.....tell me....what will you say to the sultan if you don't call him, I'll help you call him." He said while pressing his phone as if to ask for the Sultan's number. As soon as her energy was taken away, her ideas disappeared. Why did I tell her so directly?, she just looked at him and her mouth was unable to say anything. Sanda raised his eyes and they met hers, raising both of his eyebrows. "You keep staring......uhmmm tell me what are you going to tell him?" Her eyes dropped with a kind of coldness, then she took three steps back in a tactful way, then she turned around with a cold feeling and disappeared into the room. When you look at her, how fast she is, he will tell you that there are things that compel her, and there are things that she avoids, but the speed does not match her character. He didn't smile at him, he bit his lower lip, he slowly moved back and sat down after putting the phone by his side. She stood for a long

.....n her mode was changed or something related to her between the minutes that separated. His eyes were fixed on her face, both his hands were in the pockets of his body, but once she was willing to look at the part he was leaving himself. Her heart is still beating, she is afraid of him, he is entering her, she is looking at him differently now. "Is that the case too?" That's the only thing she keeps repeating in her mind, so she chooses to move forward even though she feels all his eyes on her body. The side of her veil was held, and she was pulled back a little, she stood still, her chest continued to beat, but she agreed and looked back. "Wait for me" He said in a soft tone and walked to the front of the fridge and took out a glass of cold water and filled the cup and drank it. He doesn't know why, just by looking at her, he feels that his throat is getting dry, and his breathing is getting a little heavy. "Let's go" He said standing behind her as if he was given the task of monitoring her every movement and her breathing. I don't know how many times he changes sides from her left to her right. He was on her left, and she found him on her right, as if he felt the protection h

..... a kind of loud sound as she held her face in both his hands and brought their faces close to each other. Her heart beat stopped with a temporary beat before she went back to her work with a mad rush for more than an hour. A hot breath that was falling on her face was the first thing that made me come back to my senses. "You're killing me too...... please..." Then he couldn't finish because his hands were shaking. Her blue eyes widened, her thoughts were still not there, except for a feeling of fear in her heart hearing the way his hands were dancing on her face. She placed one hand on top of his and held him tightly. "What did I do to you?,......I didn't do anything to you....God forbid..." "Kinmin biftuuuuuu......kinimin mana" He spoke in a whispering sound, bringing her face closer to his face, then he brought their faces together by touching their foreheads and noses together, he put one of his hands and held the back of her neck so that she couldn't move, then he held her waist with the other hand and wanted to get closer to her and his body combined the closeness between them. But then her body started to feel tight, the closeness started to be too much for her....

.....hundreds of people were walking around the place, but her eyes saw him alone among them. He married many men, but whoever married him, there was a big difference between him and him. Increase the body's fullness and flexibility and energy levels. Every time he passed by, before they met again, she felt a kind of loneliness that slowly descended and enveloped her. Every time he slipped his hand from hers, she felt as if she had returned to an empty place.....as if she was the only one left in the world. "Subhanallah" She said lowering her eyes to the ground slowly trying to turn herself to worship. She had a kind of worship with her faith that she had never seen before in all her visits to the place. The whole night in the sanctuary, they called him, he offered her to go to an inn, but she didn't want to stay here. For the third part, he said that she left, but she did not go until after the morning prayer, sleep started to really affect her face and she went to the inn without searching where he was. She just changed into a long nightgown and fell on her bed, it didn't take long for her to fall asleep. He woke up from the knocking that he heard. She barely opened her eyes as s

.........it is not the original of everything. Everything has changed in some way. She turns them and looks again, everything is in a certain order and it is impressive, as everything shows its original price. The wind blew gently, she noticed the difference, she was surprised to hear herself, but she thought it was Birra's plan. Today, in the midst of drought, she prepared herself. The white background is like some kind of shiny stones and silver water that changes the light and everything that reflects them. She wore silver ash snickers and covered herself with a Malaysian hijab, also the same color. She looked at herself in the mirror and she closed her eyes, a smile came over her, a kind of cold smile. She never knew that this type of dress would look good on her until now, she never knew that it would be one of the clothes that would fit her body until now. She went back and checked the time, set the clock and went out of the living room and found a lemon tree before they passed. The phone was stuck in his ear because he left his Bluetooth in the room, that's when he came out of the bath and she called him. He picked up the phone but the thirst.....

..... her hand gently until one notices it. "Can you drink after he calms down?" He asked her, taking his eyes off her. She was silent before slowly taking the cup to her mouth. She calmly sipped and lowered the cup, enjoying the coffee as it passed through her. She put her eyes in the cup and looked at the contents of the cup. There was nothing wrong with it, so she raised her eyes again and looked at it. He raised his eyebrows at both of them as he set his cup down. "Oromian coffee" He said briefly, she pressed his lips and looked at the one who put his warm coffee back into a red color. Thirty minutes later, they went back and forth to the raffles so that they could rest again. Birra came to her room, took off her clothes, took a shower, came out and put on the same nightgown and took it for her. "What's wrong with you, Birra?....What are you doing and you're greedy?" She bowed down to herself in reverence "I am repenting.....the sheikh said everything about the house should be left here....that is the order I accept". She kept silent and looked at Birra, and she wanted to find out the reason why he gave this order. She doesn't understand.....

.....who has arranged a message only right other than calling until they complete the order. _Muhammad is worried.....he wants to see his sister since he lost his mother_ is the only message. He felt a heavy weight on his soul, he felt compassion for the boy, and he gave the boy a short answer. _give him patience, they will meet in Ethiopia_ From there, she was looking at them in a different part, he was lying on her lap with the Qur'an in his hand, and she pushed her fingers into his hair, stirring it gently and following the sound of his reading. His sound is higher than hers, but all their sounds are mixed together to give a beautiful color. I don't know why he put a smile on her face......then he turned her attention to looking at him through the window, did he see it too? Still his eyes were on the phone, she felt something uncomfortable when he stood up to her, she turned her gaze on him and turned back to him, and he slowly turned around and looked at her in a way that would make it difficult for you to understand what he was looking at. For the first time, he looked at her with a different look..... her compassion for the first time began to penetrate his heart with real st

.....why was she pressed so much, he knew that at this moment she did not have the strength to limit herself in front of the Kaaba. She quickly lowered her eyes from his head to the ground, and her heart began to move. "Oh God..." She said as she felt a sudden fall. What should she pray for first? What prayer should she pray?. As if he knew the question that was in her mind, this voice of his entered her ears again with some prayers that made her heart feel like she was sprinkled with cold water, she just kept repeating what he was saying. Every time she repeated each letter that came out of his mouth, she felt her heart calm down again. Every time she repeated the stick, she felt a kind of calmness and peace. One thing is given to the situation, change her part which does not matter how many times. From his left shoulder to his right, and from his right shoulder to his left. She felt a kind of protection when she walked there..... a kind of safety and security that she had never felt since she was going to Umrah, even with how many servants she was going to have. She didn't feel pressured again since the first pressure, she didn't repeat every prayer except the prayers that came o

.....lleta once but he didn't start walking until he came close to him. They walk slowly, in a situation that calms her heart. The air is beautiful....the light that illuminates the heart and the body.....you bring the people who are full of peace and worship, worshiping God in peace.....the peace of the soul and the body as a whole. Something caught her attention again during their illegal entry. The exclusive entrance that since she has been coming she has never entered the place, according to the guidance of the three men who are wearing the uniform of the workers who are in charge of the haram as a whole. From the moment they arrived there, the three of them arrived, "Welcome to the sheikh" They said respectfully. He smiled quietly, the smile that fills up his charm and perfection, brings out the secret of his beauty. Then he extended his hand to them and they shook hands. "Sheikh Yasir Addosary has signed the document of your residence...but he will not be leading the Isha'i prayer, Sheikh Abdurrahman Assudais....saidai is at the place, they will sit between them for a while, when it will be enough for you to complete your order and sit with them" He spoke in English which gav

.....the......the sight that she craves directly from your accommodation in the raffles Makkah Palace. She stretched out her hand slowly, opened the curtain, she was in full view of the hall of the temple and appeared as if she was standing in the place. A heartbeat that was full of calm caused her to close her eyes and she opened them. A kind of calmness came down on her, at the exact moment, like the reward of the mosque of the Haram of Sheikh Ali Ahmad Mullah, he knew that she was standing..... at the same time her heart was swinging and in a kind of situation, the call to prayer began to flow. That's just because she knows she can't find herself raising her hands and praying. She was praying to the sultan.....she was praying for him to have a better life, but she was praying for him without knowing what she was going to pray for. "Get ready.....we will enter the haram" She remembered his words. She was a bit nervous after giving birth, she remembered that she hadn't seen a beer since they woke up, but she didn't see anything. Well, we are not worried about her, she said. How can she bring herself together.....

..... as if everything is in his environment, as if there is nothing strange in his situation, as if this is his normal daily life style. Slowly the elevator stopped, he still did not look at her, he walked slowly and extended his hand to her. She stopped and looked at the smooth palm of one of his hands extended to her, and his eyes were on his phone, it seems that both his hands and both hands are skilled in using the phone. She looked at the palm of his hand very much, for the first time she felt it in her hand instead... This life.... is not like that of a poor person" she said in her heart, except that she was clearly unable to control herself. It is fear that should come now, the fear that is more powerful. The silence that he felt from his eyes fell on her, and their eyes were mixed with each other. "Let's go?" He said gently, putting his hand in his pocket instead of continuing to extend it to her. She was following him again, showing his every move. Her mind was divided again.

.....what should she do.....she didn't answer him, because she herself was wondering about Khadeeja Muhammad Hammud?,......she stole the look of a man?,why?.....why?. Wanting to protect her dignity and feeling proud, she took her gaze from the data room and returned to the window without saying anything, watching them break through the clouds and go away again in the sky. He just felt that he didn't want to talk and stopped like that, he moved a little and adjusted his sitting position by putting one leg on top of the other, a sitting position that was good for him, and he was showing off another layer of anger that he himself did not have. "What are you watching?" He asked her again how it was just making him happy, but even if you look at the surface of his face, you will not understand that. Her heart pounded again, she frowned and shook her head. "It doesn't matter" She said in a confused state, her soul full of suspicion. He let out a hidden smile. She is not the first woman to have something like this happen between them, but her situation is filled with a kind of compassion and pride like a daughter. He likes this behavior....don't be proud of Izza, for the first time seeing

.....let her go forever. Then she felt that her heart was completely broken, and she felt like she needed someone around her, someone who would cry a lot in front of him like a sultan. She doesn't cry in front of anyone......no one sees her tears if you take away the two people, the sultan and my mother, but now she only has the sultan who she will cry in front of and enjoy, where will she find a substitute?, she ended with her unanswered question. Slowly she felt the soft palm of his hand penetrating into hers......slowly, like a snake's movement, she felt his five fingers entering the center of hers.......slowly she felt his hands clasped together as he squeezed his insides so that they began to exchange the warmth of each other's hands. A kind of silence..... silence mixed with calmness is what exists between them, it is what dominates the border plane where they are. Even though the crying did not stop, but she felt a kind of relief that was slowly coming down in her heart. A kind of cold that made even the tears coming out of her eyes come out with a kind of cold. From time to time she felt how he pressed her hand in his, as if he wanted to talk, as if he was persuading her th

....., and did not prevent the eyes from realizing the shape and beauty she has. She took her eyes slowly, with the same style of izzar that became her habit and nature handed her the bag without saying anything to her. She bowed a little, then she put both hands and took the bag, but before she turned around, she looked back at the section where Haisam was. "BonBonsoir, Monsieur." She said politely while bowing and looking at the haisam. She lowered her eyes and stole his gaze from the corner of her eyes in a certain way, the way she was attracted to him, not the staff crew greeting him......it was not what she wanted to see, but she wanted the window of his face so dark, she wanted the window of his eyes. He smiled a little, in peace with his restraint. You thought he wouldn't answer, but his voice, full of calmness, moved. "Bonsoir" She took a breath, what a heavy breath, for the first time she was turning around. His smile...something she couldn't remember seeing before. She can say that she has never seen him directly, she went to see his height......she went to see his height.....she went to see his pride clearly above.....

..... the journalist was recording the interview, after giving a pause to the signs that were showing that he was going to stop, he smiled. "The people of Agadez and Niger must be proud of your existence among them. But if you don't mind, can we know the origin of your roots?" He spoke and the sound echoed in the meeting room. She felt a kind of dummmm in her head, her heart was beating so crazy that she felt like she was looking for my neck, then she quickly controlled herself and remembered the number of cameras in front of her and let out a smile. "I think you haven't been in Agadez for a long time.....or are you a stranger?" He looked at her, then smiled and said. "God help you......I am fully born from Niger......from my tenth grandfather until today.....we just want to hear it from your mouth" Kai said, trying to hide her anger on the boy, because in her mind she felt as if he had said a bad word to her. "I'm like you, I was born here, my grandmother and grandfather..... I don't know any other country after this... not other people after the people of my country, Niger....... this makes me very jealous of my people" She finished with a smile. They went and took it all togethe

.....they started to ride to get out of the kingdom.....the car with number six casss.....the car that Haisam and Akhnan were in, the car that she was carrying was carrying some things that are heavy in the standard of her life. Saida smiled and smiled at her because of the vision of success......getting space and getting a full chance to control the SULTANE and the kingdom as a whole. But one thing she didn't know......sanda was lying down when haisam ran away from her with some kind of distance running......sanda started thinking......and then haisam finished his and even closed the chapter waiting for the next chapter. Their cars are finishing leaving the house... the car turns around and goes back inside with a smile of victory... at the same time, the press (journalists) are coming in their car, from the main TV and radio station of the country. *_Spit.......😄, what will happen?_* There was a kind of silence in the car, the silence that Haisam was trying to control his anger. Now there is no time to be angry, it is time to start harvesting after the black seed that has been planted for a long time. His silence is echoed by the repetition of Olive's words in his head. Shameless

.....Only her mother knew about it on the day when the daughter would be taken from her hand to someone else's house. Sheshsheqar's cry of Falaak created a kind of silence between them, a kind of silence that carries a weight that only the heart can measure. No matter what, she hears it like a fairy tale, no matter what she watches it like a movie or a book. Today is she akhnan?, is she a man who will take her completely?, from her motherland?, from her kingdom?, from the family she grew up in?. She will not leave only Niamey..... she will not leave only Agadez..... aah, she will leave her country and her entire continent. The first time she heard the cry of Falaak put a wound in her heart, the first time she held Morsa Safiyya's hands and felt them in her bones and heart. "It's enough falaak... it's enough ha..." Then the morning morsa's voice started, and Salin Alin swallowed the rest of her words to avoid tears, and broke the promise she was preparing for them. "Momma... what about the sultan?" Ahmad's voice, walking into the room, fell on their ears. She smiled and started trying to slip her hands, thinking that she was just going to argue, but to her surprise, she heard a...

.....n is the HUSBAND?. The last question she asked herself broke her heart, and she felt a warmth in her eyes as if tears were about to gather. She noticed the changes in everything about her parts, like from above, the security situation and so on, even if she didn't ask, it was from....... but then she felt like this was not satisfactory. "Why are you worried.....it's only a husband who is married to you without your approval" A part of her heart whispered this to her slowly, what made her look at the wall of her room even though it was dark, as if she wanted to remember something different. And as if waiting for you to do that, her phone which was on silent started to light up. Her eyes were fixed on the phone, her heart was beating slowly. That's how she was hoping someone was making her believe about the phone call...so she was thinking something about someone calling her on the phone at the same time. It should be a little bit surprising....when she opened her eyes, is it at such a time?. She knew that it was not her nature to call so late at night, if she would ask her like that when it was late at night, she would tell her to leave.....

.....nun his, something melted her heart very much the first time. She recognized the sultan's fingers on his hand, their length and the shape of their fingers, even the size of his thumb was the sultan's. "Even if you go to the police station, I will come, I hope that I will be like a sultan for you, right? I heard you say that he is a substitute for a father" She felt a cold feeling that was slowly passing through her heart. In the past, where is he here?, where is he living, is he going to give her advice?, is she going to complain to him? His eyes are not open, but his ears are in the same place, especially when the stick reaches in front of them... especially when the stick puts her hand in his and he feels something standing on his neck. It is halal...not haram, he is my blood cousin, same mother, same father, but just like that, a fire of jealousy was planted on top of his soul. "I have made peace with Muhammad.......let me say goodbye until tomorrow?" The Sultane said something great coming out of his eyes to Haisam. He feels a kind of love for Haisam more than he loves his children, he doesn't know if in the future he will love Ahmad like this or more than that?. Miqewa ma

..... my good servant never passes him, I never thought that this day would come, I never thought that he would risk me...... but in God's judgment after many years of despair, my destiny came back to me...........Muhammad, look at Kaida Ahmad" Sultane spoke while looking at someone. the kind of charisma on his face and the perfection in his creation... this kind of charisma that every royal family has, today it's like the face of Almaz has been changed, as if it was the first day that he was bathed in charisma water like the real blood of the royal family of AGADEZ, the charisma of Haisam shone again with a kind of situation that made everyone stare at him. When she was thrown from the top of a mountain or mountain, she felt her condition change. She didn't stand up until they met her eyes. She was very nervous and scared.....

.....is divided. There was a little silence in the place, the silence that came only in silence, and it was the same as her entrance. "They have to see... I am still an elephant, nothing has changed," she said from the bottom of her heart. In her heart, she feels that there is this person who is hunting her here....if her enemies are watching her....she will surely show them that an elephant has fallen to the power of a fool. "I am not the one who is being invited..." She said to herself as she braced herself and gave herself confidence. Just when he was sitting six other six. Khadeem....mutallab.....amjad, omar, maleek, naseeb the seventh one went out a little from their circle and was relaxing in a different chair which was a little far from them. He is completely absorbed in the chair, all his eyes are falling on the mini system that is placed in front of him. Since yesterday without anyone's knowledge, Abeer has installed a security device in every corner of the place where the meeting will be held. That's right.....

.....I only want you, as long as she is sure that I don't have a problem knowing who you are or what your job is until the end of my breath". A heavy weight.....haisam felt very heavy on his heart. Oh God.....what kind of trust and loyalty is this?, what kind of love is this?. Oh lord, don't give him the power to hurt the sultan or contradict his opinion. He couldn't say anything to him. "D'ana ahmad?" He looked at him with some emotions. "He's alive, he's not dead." "Where is Muhammad?" He asked, "Ahmad is alive".

.......some kind of closeness that is in every mouth that can air to her nose, pass through her nose and shoot the message to her skull. She was just feeling that she was melting again.......now what she was feeling was not just fear, it was some kind of strong influence. He was saying the words in a low voice...... he was talking with her ears and she felt as if the world was slowly spinning around her, or something heavy was taken and placed between her palms and her heart muscle. He bit his lips gently, the warmth of her body was passing through every part of his body... a kind of change was very close to him, he pulled her a little from his body, and he crouched down and took her cloth that was left on the ground and separated it very much. He raised his long hands above her head and began to cover her without looking at her face. "This is intentional...it's not a special place like that" He finished saying, taking two steps back and leaving a distance between them. Slowly, with a kind of feeling and weight, she put her hand and gathered the cloth to hold it between her palms, then she raised her eyes slowly and put it on his face. Today, she only sees the man of the hippodrome

..... not until he said bismillah and moistened the water and put the cup down. "Everybody should not hold some things" "It's a picture.....a tree" Omar mumbled to Amjad who was closest to him, Amjad was surprised by Haisam and killed him and couldn't speak. Sam Omar forgot his manners......some kind of sharp hearing for him, he didn't know what Haisam heard when he answered with a stick and he was about to leave. "I don't used to share what I own with anyone...everything that he owns will stay in my borders until the stick stops responding to this name". He listens to them.....he listens to their speech and everything about them, he is sure that if he was living among them, they would almost eat him. A little smile appeared on him, his smile itself does not know where it came from....... he just remembers how he showed it. He himself will not respond to what he has done, he will not respond to what has made him react, he only knows one thing, he will not be at peace until he gets the confirmation of his servant, even though he does not blame or blame the servant. "What is that? Jealousy?...." He heard the question come to him. His head shook slowly, leaning his elbows on the hood

..... It is a small yard that is filled with light. It is not a good day to go to the place because of the availability of some interesting plants in the place. No matter what part of the morsa morning, the window is according to her plan and opinion, and she doesn't know why. Over the years... this is the first time she has come to know the places and corners of her side, which no one knows except her parlor that she enters every time she is forced to come to greet me. It is in the west, sitting on top of some of the most beautiful churches in the country of Turkey. All of them are almost her cousins, then her and then Falaak, they are all close because they are three years apart. Her coming to the place caused surprise in the hearts of almost everyone who was there, until she realized that she started to feel as if she was in a stranger or a new place. They were almost surprised to see her coming out of them, but the way everyone was trying to accept her by dragging her body made her lose a little, and she went to the area where Safeena's grandparents and parents lived and she sat among them. It was Shehnaz who also walked in a beautiful dress that was embroidered with money and

..... he broke. "Alright" He said again, interrupting the call because he heard Naseeb's voice calling Omar. He put the phone down slowly and relaxed. "Walima?.....men and women" When the conversation came back to him, he picked up the phone again and started looking for Abdii's number. Until the call went in, he started asking himself what he would say to him. What will he say to him is the reason for the call? "Good Friday obbo" He said with respect and some fun in his voice. "Obbi, I hope everything is fine" "Alhamdulillah, obbo..." "Obbo, maleek will be fine today" "It's not my son's job to give you a call." "Yes.....you should pay attention again" "I pray to God, obbo" He hung up the phone and concentrated on the road that they were passing with the calmness of the salaana driving. When Sanda reached home, he checked the time and saw that there was still time to go to the mosque. He was sitting in the car, looking at his phone as if he was remembering something.

.....he returned to her as if he had never squatted in a place in her heart. No matter how early morning she wakes up, she concentrates her attention on the akhnan. Her face with a little smile that she felt something broke her today and she showed her side. "Sit here" She sat down and all the servants in the place came down and greeted me with respect. She gave them the same answer, each of them put down their handiwork, lined up and left. "Welcome to you tent" Falaak said with her voice that was kind of funny and hoarse. He nodded slowly, "Goodbye." "Welcome to this time". It was good for everyone, it was something that Falak had never done between her and her husband. "Goodbye, my little one...momma, let's go out and have a good time," Hairaan said as she stretched out, just as Anwaar was entering the parlor. Akhnan was watching and hugging his big ball. Ever since we gave him some big chocolates, he hasn't forgotten her face, even though she missed him, she didn't talk to him but he didn't forget. Good morning, she woke up and felt some happiness.....

.....hekaru hasn't done anything like her......" "I need to see the video of the place to know how to collect everything and pay the compensation for the loss" she said, feeling a sweat breaking down her, and she was trying to be strict in all her words, not to say anything that would expose her secret. Is this house consumed by fire like her heart is alive? Is this house the one that she doesn't have in the whole world, or is it just an illusion of her heart? Sanda moved with the intention that something behind them made them look back. If she was told that she had been picked up from the first gate of the place, she would not have tried to lie even once.

..... I can't answer your question..... because everything came from the hands of Sheikh Muhammad, why was everything taken away and put into his, I don't know the name of the coffee". Shuru was quiet and reading the situation of Birra. Birra slowly opened the book, and every paragraph that came to her was full of points His grandfather asked him to marry Falaak, but since he had finished his lunch, everything was heavy for him and he raised his head and his face was lying in surprise, he did not want to come.

..." Omar said to Haisam, who was all focused on Ousmane's information. His eyes, which were slightly soft, raised a little. His hands are in his pocket. The results of the DNA test given by Dr. Na'eem to further confirm the relationship between Almaz and Ajani. He found the doctor, who has a good relationship with the security authorities of Ethiopia Baice didn't sign anything, he opened it and looked at the information. He was told that he would get it. All the documents were written on the top of the document.

.....remember ten or twenty. She accepted it and drank it, then it went down as she wished, she went in to take a bath, then she asked for food which she sat down and ate very much without distinguishing between its flavors. She is fighting because she needs a lot of energy around her. She knows... where the achievement has already been achieved..... she knows, her body is missing, there are many black faces living in the house... there are a lot of shadows that have entered the dark walls of the house, they live their lives and hunt her without knowing it, but who is it..... but why does she assure herself where this olive tree is.... where is the tree, then she puts regret in the heart of everyone who laughs at her in her plan... her life is long gone her dream. SHIEKH MUHAMMAD HAISAM is the name that is lying in her mind... one name is like a test for her. She sleeps with him.....she wakes up with him.......with all the plans of how she will deal with him, so that no other teacher will enter the kingdom of AGADEZ and say he will live.....

..... she will walk in the house with a stick. Anyone who comes will stop at the roads she will pass until she reaches where she intends to go. *_H A I S A M_* Tied with a towel around his waist, the length of the towel is almost below his knees.....the shortness of the towel made it not cover all the built body and the strong figure, full of heart and fullness of creation that God has given him. A situation that no one allows to see him like that.....even if they are Omar. His hair dripping with water alone is enough to tell you that he bathed, and the water flowed through his hair of the real Oromo tribe. From his steps to his facial expression, you will learn how much energy and happiness he has. It's the same..... because inside his head, he felt as if there were some small extensions since the first investigation was completed on the young man who gave him the same answer after asking him his name. "I HAVE NO NAME" It is the only name known to him as a complete human being for more than twenty years. "THE BLOOD IS AJAANI...... THE BLOOD IS SULTANESE MUHAMMAD HAMMUD" These two words do not show that there is a time or luck that will happen.....