Hello beautiful people of Wattpad .
Here's the first chapter, don't forget corrections are appreciated. So feel free to point one out.
Hope you enjoy it.
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{ Did you know that 1400 years ago someone loved you?.
You weren't even born then, yet he cried for you, asking Allah (SW)'s forgiveness on your behalf .
He wanted nothing less than heaven for you. He had wives, children, friends and family, who adored him, but it was your name he kept repeating "Ya Ummati, Ya Ummati" ( My People, My people).
And do you know who that person was, it was non other than our beloved prophet Muhammad (saw).}
~ Hadith
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Suhyla's P.O.V.
"Run!" Jorge shouted.
Thomas pushed himself to go faster, his legs burning. Daggers of lightning shot across the floor from all directions; bullets pinged against the metal walls of the hanger; smoke twirled like fingers of fog in odd places. It all became a blur as he focused on the Berg now only a few dozen feet away.
They'd almost made it when........
"Lala!" Fraia barged into my office without knocking like she always did, Startling me, Making me jump in my chair and dropping the book on the desk, more like slamming you'd think I would be use to it by now.
"Ya Allah Fraia!, you scared me" I let out a breath and frowned "Would it kill you to knock" I said regaining my posture.
She gave me a 'are you crazy' look, "Yeah right and destroy my newly manicured hands" swerving her hand at me. I rolled my eyes, typical Fraia response.
I picked the book up, thank Allah I didn't lose my page, so I placed my book maker in. "You're still reading that book" Fray said with a disapproving look, "It's been two weeks, you do know that they have made the series into movies right?".
