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Islamic Reminders - 1 by UMMeSYEDA
UMMeSYEDA
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◇بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم◇ " And remind, for indeed, the reminder benefits the believers. " [ Quran 51:55 ] Sharing a collection of beautiful and insightful reminders that everyone needs to refresh their emaan. Ps : - I don't own these Islamic Reminders .. I'm just sharing.. As sharing is caring. =) - Do share everything that you learn from this book, not by the publicity of this book but through your words and actions. =) - Make lots of dua for me. - This book isn't restricted to Muslims.
Islamic Pearls of Inspiration by scienci
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In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful Islamic pearls of Inspirations is a combination of quotes, hadiths, Qur'an verses to inspire you and to increase your faith, In sha Allah. ©2014 Cover: Zammurad
Broken Blue Balloons    (Islamic Story) ON HOLD by sssilentscreamsss
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From the author of You, my Punishment and Have you..? 'Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn't possible have any direct correlation to one's happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possible work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, than you are going to do it. It's really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint.' I closed the page of my laptop and sighed. The things I've been reading were not helping me to have peace with myself. I looked in the corner of my room. It looked gorgeous. The blue balloon looked gorgeous. Blue stands for communication, for trust. For logic and for calm. Blue is thinking, light, sun, sky. But to me, blue has the worse inside. To me blue is cold. Blue has lack of emotion. Blue is unfriendly. It was never there for me. No one was. Blue looked gorgeous from the outside, but from the inside it was empty. Empty as my soul. Nila was having a battle inside of her. Her mind wasn't logical. Things never made sense. She was trying to find something, but always ended up with empty hands. She knew that there was a truth somewhere hidden in the world. She knew she would find it. She started receiving letters that was going to change that. But what she didn't know was how broken she would be when she finally found it. How many broken blue balloons will there be when she has finally peace with her mind, peace with her own yellow paint. ~ Islamic romance story. I warn you for the grammar mistakes.
You, my Punishment (Islamic Story) by sssilentscreamsss
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"I know that we will never be a real couple, but we can at least be nice to each other Aneel" I told him. I've had enough. Tears were starting to prick my eyes, but I didn't let them fall. He looked over at me in a weird expression. Like if I died in front of him, he wouldn't care. "You don't get it, do you?! I. will. never. love. you! I will never care for you. You wait, every day, for me to come home and have dinner with you like normal couples do- you are pathetic. You are nothing! Absolutely nothing to me. You are not even worth my words. You are a loser who has nobody- your parents? They are just like me. They knew that you were worthless and wanted to get rid of you" he said angrily. I was not angry at him. He was telling the truth. I'm nothing. Never was, never will. I nodded. He was right. He was so damn right. Sahra Ali is eighteen years old when she gets married. It was not a marriage out of love, no, she was forced into it. Shre grew up being abused. Her parents sold her for money. No parent would do that, so are her so called parents her real parents? She is trying to survive this marriage, because she believes in Allah and knows that He had a good reason that He gave her all these pain. Aneel Osman is a badboy who wants nothing to do with Islam. He was a muslim when he was younger, but when something bad happened, he blamed Allah for it. Deep inside he knows that it is wrong, but shoves that thought away. He began doing the things Allah prohibited. There was no one to hold onto or to pull him out. He kept falling and falling. And when he has to deal with that girl his parents wants him to marry, he is losing himself more and more. Read the description in the book for the fully version! This is a short draft! ~ Salaam guys, this story is edited! Almost everything has CHANGED and it is now a mature story. I like how it turned out. Thank you for all your support! It still contains small grammar mistakes. You have been warned:)
My Dunya (NEEDS EDITING) by samukasoo
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From opposite sides of the tracks comes a novel of two unprecedented lovers. Dunya Kareem and Cameron Miller are two individuals who are so confident about who they are, to the point where they feel nothing can stop them... until things do, that is. When all the circumstances are wrong, when vulnerability and need is great, it is only then, do Dunya Kareem and Cameron Miller truly understand the phenomenon that is love. A love between a devoted Muslim girl and an agnostic Non-Muslim guy that was once deemed impossible slowly becomes a reality. But life gets in the way of the guy who seldom thought from his mind, and the girl who seldom thought from her heart. But sometimes, that's the beauty of it; the worst possible situations can oftentimes bring out the best of people- or, is it rather the worst? All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2017