Fiction: Resisting Taqdeer Chapter Sixty

Did this chapter publish or was it stuck in drafts for almost a week? If you read Sixty One without Sixty, please read this one and then read Sixty One again #_# Chapter Sixty “So what happened?” I’d put Azmiah down and used Rayyan’s bathroom to wash my face, hands and knees and I felt … Continue reading Fiction: Resisting Taqdeer Chapter Sixty

Fiction: Resisting Taqdeer Chapter Fifty Nine

Chapter Fifty Nine “Mom!” I felt my knees go weak. “I found her,” I breathed into the phone, quickly disconnecting the call. “Thank goodness! I thought – never mind what I thought. I couldn’t find you or Az-.” I faltered. Az. I’d found Mom but there was no Azmiah. “Where is she?” I scanned the … Continue reading Fiction: Resisting Taqdeer Chapter Fifty Nine

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