Fiction: Resisting Taqdeer Chapter Fifty One

Chapter Fifty One 375 days. 9000 hours. Half a million minutes. Time enough for life to make itself known. Time enough for death? I didn’t know. My grandfather was dying. My father’s father. The man who’d loved me, spoiled me and, when I’d had no one else to turn to, aided me. He was dying … Continue reading Fiction: Resisting Taqdeer Chapter Fifty One

Fiction: Resisting Taqdeer Chapter Fifty

Chapter Fifty Azmiah. One who is courageous and determined. I’d fallen in love with the name as soon as I’d read it. I hadn’t know then that she’d be a girl, but I’d tucked it away nonetheless. And when she’d finally arrived, I knew that I couldn’t name her anything else. Little Azmiah Abdi. Daughter … Continue reading Fiction: Resisting Taqdeer Chapter Fifty

Fiction: Resisting Taqdeer Chapter Forty Nine

Chapter Forty Nine When I was little, my grandfather was the one who indulged me. He was the one I ran to when I knew my parents weren’t going to budge. Even when I was older and he was around so much less, I’d call and leave him messages. I’m sure I annoyed his secretaries … Continue reading Fiction: Resisting Taqdeer Chapter Forty Nine

Fiction: Resisting Taqdeer Chapter Forty Eight

Chapter Forty Eight “What do you mean?” My voice shook audibly. “What are you talking about?” He laced his fingers together in front of him. “It would be easy for me to kick you out. Easier still for me to make you miserable enough that you beg to leave. But we must keep up appearances, … Continue reading Fiction: Resisting Taqdeer Chapter Forty Eight

Fiction: Resisting Taqdeer Chapter Forty Seven

Chapter Forty Seven Widow. Iddah. Shariah. My head was beginning to hurt. I knew the Islamic rulings, of course. A widow was required to live in her husband’s home for the whole of her iddah or mourning period. Usually four months and ten days, for me it would last until the birth of my child. … Continue reading Fiction: Resisting Taqdeer Chapter Forty Seven