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Part 99. Ziyaad (part 3) | life through my eyes.....
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Life through my eyes…. Life of an English girl……. October 14, 2015. Part 99. Ziyaad (part 3). Well anyway, I slept like a baby, sprawled right across my double bed, on my stomach. Literally because when Shakirah and Sahal came to drop off food they took a picture. They were on the verge of posting it on instagram. Me: *sleepy voice* don’t even think about it. Shakirah: bu…. But . Weren’t you asleep? Me: I was, until two craaazy idiots came into my room. Sahal: Bro come on, we won’t tag you. They’re...
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14 | October | 2015 | life through my eyes.....
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Life through my eyes…. Life of an English girl……. Daily Archives: October 14, 2015. October 14, 2015. Part 99. Ziyaad (part 3). Well anyway, I slept like a baby, sprawled right across my double bed, on my stomach. Literally because when Shakirah and Sahal came to drop off food they took a picture. They were on the verge of posting it on instagram. Me: *sleepy voice* don’t even think about it. Shakirah: bu…. But . Weren’t you asleep? Me: I was, until two craaazy idiots came into my room. They’re exp...
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Part One Hundred & Fourteen | Diary of Nuhaa
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Part One Hundred & Fourteen. March 8, 2015. The evening went well until I found out that Faheem is actually attracted to the same sex. What is this even? How can you even? Being a muslim, you know better than that. Why be homosexual? It’s just so unnatural firstly. Secondly, how do you find pleasure in such things? I was shocked out of my wits. I decided to bring it up on the way home since he decided to give me a lift. 8220;Do my parents know? 8221; Pulling the ow. I looked at him trying to signal him.
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Part One-Hundred & Sixteen | Diary of Nuhaa
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Part One-Hundred & Sixteen. March 12, 2015. 8221; He stuttered, “what are you doing here? His hand was held by a girl. Tall, thin, high cheek bones. Her scarf was tied like a turban with pieces hanging out in the front to frame her face. 8220;Uhh. Shopping,” I tried to be as confident as I could. 8220;No,” he laughed, “what are you doing in Cape Town? 8220;Oh uhh. I’m studying OT… I’m studying at uhh. UCT,” I stumbled. He just referred to me as his client. After spending all that time together. I fake la...
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nuhaasuleman | Mentions | Diary of Nuhaa
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April 6, 2015. As you all know, the next post will be the end of Diary of Nuhaa. I will post the last part on Friday night just before midnight. And also if anyone would like me to recommend their blog, drop me an email (nuhaasuleman@gmail.com) or dm me @. Or you can just comment here. I would also like to thank each and every reader for joining me on this journey. It’s been almost 6 months and my journey on wordpress will continue via https:/ findingfariah.wordpress.com. January 8, 2015. After a few day...
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Middot; October 23, 2014. Though I cant seem to find some posts. Middot; October 23, 2014. Https:/ diaryofnuhaa.wordpress.com/. Middot; October 24, 2014. Middot; October 24, 2014. Where’s post 15 and 16? It jumps from 14 to 17.maaf in advance if it’s my fault, can be blonde sometimes (no offense to blondes). Middot; October 24, 2014. Https:/ diaryofnuhaa.wordpress.com/2014/10/22/part-fifteen/. Https:/ diaryofnuhaa.wordpress.com/2014/10/23/part-sixteen/. Middot; October 24, 2014. Haha it’s chilled 🙂.
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Part One-Hundred & Twenty – The End | Diary of Nuhaa
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Part One-Hundred and Twenty – The End. April 10, 2015. Maaf I would like to apologize for the previous post that said ‘page not found’ and Jazakallah to those who have informed me about it. Much appreciated! Tasneem: Wasalaams. How are you doing? It slipped my mind to mention it to you. Maaf! Nikaah is in a few weeks just before Ramadaan so you must come home during that week. Riyaad read my message and ignored it Guess we’re not on good terms. To my dismay, I see Zaid’s mother talking to my parents.
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Part One-Hundred & Twenty – The End | Diary of Nuhaa
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Part One-Hundred and Twenty – The End. April 10, 2015. Maaf I would like to apologize for the previous post that said ‘page not found’ and Jazakallah to those who have informed me about it. Much appreciated! Tasneem: Wasalaams. How are you doing? It slipped my mind to mention it to you. Maaf! Nikaah is in a few weeks just before Ramadaan so you must come home during that week. Riyaad read my message and ignored it Guess we’re not on good terms. To my dismay, I see Zaid’s mother talking to my parents.
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Part 70: Imprisoned – Zaakira's Simple Yet Complex Life
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With all it's ups and downs, life is nothing but a rollercoaster ride…. Zaakira's Simple Yet Complex Life. Giving your all and not being good enough is most probably one of the worst things ever. But then again there were a lot of worsts, especially in this life, especially in my life, for all I’ve ever reaped was pain, pain that made me fear any form of joy and has me questioning the mere existence of content. The next day, my eyes fluttered open and I took in my surroundings. A sigh escaped,. You are c...
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Part 67 : Wishes… – Zaakira's Simple Yet Complex Life
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With all it's ups and downs, life is nothing but a rollercoaster ride…. Zaakira's Simple Yet Complex Life. Part 67 : Wishes…. It was hard trying to explain what was wrong. It was hard trying to find a reason behind my melancholy for when I tried figuring out what the problem was, I wrapped my arms around myself, clutching myself in the middle of the night as it dawned upon me that the only reasonable answer I could come up with was, ‘. Was I so accustomed to living a life of pretense, a facade? Address n...