Till Eternity.

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ENJOY!!!

Labeeba moved the sofa away, sweat trickling down her back, she hurriedly vacuumed under it, making sure it was dirts free. She didn't like being disturbed on this particular day of the week for everyone knows she was cleaning her room.

Yes they have maids to carry out all the work but she found their work useless, everytime she inspects the house after their cleaning she would still find it dirty which made her do it .Her mother, Hajj. Binta has told her countless times to let the maid do it but Labeeba isn't an easy person to pursuade just like her mother who still won't leave the matter be.

people would probably be shocked learning that her a daughter of such a well-known millionaire loved cleaning and tidying up, they assumed her to be a spoil brat who prefers being fed by a maid or actually likes being carried around in a carriage with red carpet spread everywhere she goes.

But that mentality has never affected her, Labeeba believed Allah just made them lucky enough to be rich, as he gifted them such a great blessing so can he retrieve it and give somebody else ,instead of boosting around and buying the most extravagant jewellery or accessories, she'd rather give it to the less privileged or buy food no matter how expensive it is.

Labeeba felt movements behind her, not bothering to turn to see who was standing just by perceiving the perfume she knew by heart who the person is. "are you almost done Mimi?" asked her mother.

"Yes Ma this is the last thing that needs my attenion after that I'll be done for the day" Labeeba said.

"Okay, so i came to tell you that we are having a barbecue in Sami's house by 6 In shaa Allah" Hajj. Binta said moving toward her daughter's wall mirror to look at herself.

Though the woman is in her early fifties, she never failed to look dashing everyday, she loves looking pretty at all times. Sometimes she would dress up as though she was going out for an important event, Michelle Trump will defintely be put to shame any time.

"Yesssssss, it's like you read my mind wallah, I was planning to go see her actually" Labeeba jumped happily. Hajj. Binta smiled looking at her daughter in adoration, the girl is always so bubbly and cheerful.

"Wear the Amnas gown I bought for you please, no plain jane Abayas or Hijab today kinji?" Labeeba's mother said frowning. "Yes Maaa" She dragged the last word just to tease her mother. She wasn't going to object this time though as her mother allowed her wear Hijab last outing with great difficulties.

Labeeba finished her cleaning routine in just a few minutes. Bringing out the gown her mother instructed her to wear she gazed at it for a long time before dropping it on the bed with a long sigh. It wasn't in any way revealing, transparent or worse clingy, she just detests clothes that were bought with so much money, just a piece of fabric but so much cash will be spent on it for no absolute reason.

She hissed just thinking about it and moved to have a long shower to clear up her frustration over materialistic things and get rid of the sweat that assaulting her entire body.

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Labeeba is surprisingly a very fast dresser, she doesn't waste time like Ninety-eight percent of women. She rubbed coconut oil on her face and white baby powder, never caring about her appearance or how her family members will judge.

It's like almost all her cousins dislike her, why? because she isn't like them. If not shopping, shopping, shopping and makeup they don't know anything else. So many of them don't even have a well defined Islamic knowledge, yet you'll see them walking like penguins with tails.

It infuriates her alot when they sit and do nothing but judge her, isn't it a reverse psychology though? Labeeba would always ask herself. She hopes to never be like them so mannerless to even abuse a person right through his face.