Hearts On Fire

The hot wave of the afternoon caressed his cheek and he closed his eyes, it was so hot that he could feel the way sweat was forming into beads on his forehead. He looked through the mirror and watched as they moved past the green plants and people walking on the road in a blurry vision. He felt nothing, not even the one he saw nearly thumped upon by another driver. All he could feel now was the hot air wafting through his nostril and caressing the pores of his skin. His heart was the same as it was, yesterday. Ten years back, and will be, forever. The driver drove into the palace an

She turned on her bed and she felt as if all that happened was a dream. Her face scrunched up when she reminisced what happened to her in the police station and she slowly began to open her eyes. She stared directly at the wall clock in her room and it was only a few minutes to 4 pm. She quickly got down from the bed, she knew wherever Ammi was, she was on her way to the house. She walked to the bathroom and bathed, she still felt the stink of the police station on her body. She was sitting on her vanity stool and was getting ready when Ammi barged into her room, Fatima Zarah stood

He was in his khaki, looking around the living room as he waited to see the place where Umma would come out from. He was in the office when she called him and asked him to come back home, that she was already at his house, and Al-mustapha had no oher chouce but to do what she said, because he knew it was something huge, whatever brough Umma to his house. She walked out of his room and her head was held up high until she came ot the living room and she sat down. He sat down on the sofa beside her and crossed his legs, "Umma you called me while I'm in the middle of a serious meeting,

Ever since Ammi told her that Al-mustapha would be the one that'll take her to Tambuwal, she felt as if she could choke on her intestines and die at that minute. But whatever she was going to do with him, endure about him, she would do it for Ammi, nothing more or less. Ammi had already bade her a safe trip and gave her all that she knew she might need and also things to take to Hajjo, she was left alone in the house now. The maid usually don't come on Friday, because Fatima Zarah hardly went to school or court on Friday. She pulled her legs down from her bed and wished the scream s

She felt a soft tap on her shoulders and she groaned before she turned to the other side of the bed. “It’s weekend, Ammi. For the sake of Allah, allow me to sleep.” She mumbled sleepily but the next thing she felt was a soft smack on her bare laps. To Hajjo, that was rather a soft smack, but Fatima Zarah knew better. “Ouch, Hajjo! Why are you always like this for godsake?!” She whined and sat upright, taking a look at where Hajjo’s palm had already made a mark. “See, your fingers left a mark on my laps, Hajjo. You always want me to come, but