Amaya's POV
I woke up to the buzz of papa's alarm clock.
He informed mom yesterday that he was gonna go to work early. They were going to interview the new recruit. I went to papa's room to ask for money because we had planned for a party this Saturday. But mind you, its meant for the sisters only.
My family had moved to Paris since i was at the age of seven. I hardly went to India in the past years. I has devoted my whole life to living here. Moving to Nigeria wasn't even an option. Yes! Mamma was from Nigeria. Papa had tried shifting us to India or Nigeria but my sisters and i were already used to living life in Paris. We had decided that we would visit our dear India and Nigeria when we complete our education.
I have a happy family family Alhamdulillah.
Allah had blessed us with enough Masha Allah. Our parents had trained us to be practicing muslimahs. Yes! Muslimahs. We are
all girls. I'm the fourth born. Nafisa is the first born then Ayesha,sameera and finally, muah!. Papa loves us a lot. Actually, he loves me more.
He loves me more than anything. Well that's what he says. "Amu, you're the apple of papa's eyes. I love you beta". I've been hearing that since my early life. My dad gives us anything we ask for. He loves us to the square of infinity.
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Dream Girl
ChickLitAmaya is your average muslim girl living a happy life in Paris. well not exactly an average in her social status because her dad is well Off. She loves everything islamic and enjoys spending time with her family and friends,not until a tragic event...
