MAWAHIB

About this Novel

Two young girls strolled leisurely, their youthful radiance complemented by their modest attire. One, dressed in an Islamic uniform, possessed a rich complexion that stood in contrast to the other girl's casual home clothing. They were in the same room, yet their distinct personalities added a unique charm to their presence. Jeddah began, her voice tinged with a sense of humor, "Mawahib, let's talk about that 'son of God.'" Intrigued, Mawahib gazed at her with a quizzical expression. "What are you insinuating, Jeddah?" Jeddah continued animatedly, "Believe me, Hassan and Hussain are all over our neighborhood, and they're alluding to the fact that even Yaya ASHRAF, your house is no exception to the 'Hassan and Hussain' brigade. I've been here countless times, but you've never mentioned having two little ones at home." Saida, with her arched eyebrows denoting curiosity, interjected, "But why do you seem unaware of him, Jeddah? How's Ashraf doing? I'm sure you've seen him around. He always struggles with his uniform. Although they are identical in appearance, they each possess a distinct personality."