Originally posted 5th August 2015.
My mom Zainab Mukhtar was a historic figure in my life, and in the life of all those around her. She is a loving wife, an embodiment of righteousness, valour and uprightness. A virtuous woman, I have never come across a person so loved by other people than she is, she has a way of interacting with people that makes them feel important and wanted by her. It’s been three years since she passed away, I miss her a lot. (more…)
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