Sekinat Amazing Stories

  It was a quiet Saturday morning in Abuja -Nigeria, one of those mornings where everything felt soft, slow, and expensive. The kind of calm that only exists in places where money speaks without making noise. The air itself carried a certain richness, fresh, clean, almost scented with luxury. Tucked within this elite part of the city stood an exclusive eatery, the kind only the wealthy even knew about, let alone afforded. It wasn’t loud or flashy, no. Its beauty was in its silence, in the polished glass, the neatly arranged outdoor seating, and the quiet confidence of a place that didn’t need to beg for attention. ---  A deep black Rolls Royce Phantom, the 2024 edition, glided to a smooth stop right at the entrance. The body shimmered like polished obsidian, reflecting the tall glass buildings around it. Every line of the car spoke of authority and wealth that did not need to be explained. Even the engine settled into silence like it understood the kind of presence it carried....

THE NEXT MORNING 5:40AM [The living room of a modest home. Zainab opens the door, startled by her husband Ridwan, who stands there, tired but smiling weakly, holding a tray of food.] Zainab: (Startled) Subhanallah! Ridwan: Good morning, my angel. How was your night? (Forcing a smile) Zainab: What are you doing? Ridwan: I've been awake since 4 AM trying to give you breakfast in bed, my love. Zainab: I never asked for it. I need to pray. Ridwan: Baby, baby— (Quickly sets the tray on the nearest table) I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you, please. Zainab: Look, Mr. Ridwan, it’s too early for another talk. Aren’t you tired? For the past two years, you haven't stopped talking. Haba! (Heads to the living room to get her prayer mat) Move out of my way. Ridwan: Baby, please. Will you at least eat what I prepared with so much love? [Zainab enters her room and slams the door.] Ridwan: (Swallows his saliva, regretful) Zainab, nowww! I don’t even have enough strength anymore... I won’t rele...

Mrs. Shola: babe! this girl is not responding oh. Mr. Suraj: (running and panting heavily) what did you say? (he entered the room) what did you do to her? Mrs. Shola: what kind of stupid question is that? Have you forgotten we locked her in this room, Mustakeemah! (still tapping her) honestly she is not responding oh. Mr. Suraj: nothing must happen to her oh, Mustakeemah!! (he tried to lift her up) go get a bowl of water so I can sprinkle it on her face, hurry up please. Mrs. Shola: ok am coming (she rushed out) Mr. Suraj: (quickly covered his nose) this place stinks! Babe hurry up please! Mrs. Shola: am coming (she rushed into the room) here it is… (she sprinkled it on her face several times before she finally responded) thank God she is alive. Mustakeemah: (weak and shivering as she coughed bitterly) Mrs. Shola: let’s carry her out of this room first, I don’t think she can get up. 20 minutes later Mustakeemah’s pov: unfortunately I came back to life again, back to the hell. I looked ...

  Wearing hijab is not just about fabric — it’s about faith, identity, and strength. But let’s be honest: in a world where beauty is often defined by what’s shown, wearing hijab can feel like a battle. Especially as a Muslim teen, it can be scary to stand out or be misunderstood. This article is here to remind you that you are not alone, and more importantly — you are not weak. You are strong, smart, and beautiful in your choice to obey Allah. Let’s walk through how to build real confidence while wearing hijab, no matter what the world says. 1. Remember Why You Chose It Confidence comes from intention. Hijab isn’t just a culture, trend, or uniform — it’s obedience to Allah. “And tell the believing women to lower their gaze and guard their private parts and not expose their adornment…” — Qur’an 24:31 Remind yourself: I wear this for Allah, not for trends or people. I’m not hiding my beauty — I’m honoring it. The moment you reconnect with the purpose, you’ll feel empowered, not embar...