Martyrs Stories

Dedicated to the shuhadaa who fought fisabillah and held firm to the very end. Dedicated to the women who became widows and to the children who became orphans. To raise awareness of a story that should never be forgotten. The battle are in turns, and the days are divided. A day for us, while another against us.

The story of a soldier on the border fighting for his country. Warning : If you find yourself reading this story on a website other than Wattpad , please log off the site and scan your device for viruses.

16th December 2014; one of the darkest days in the history. A year has passed since the Army Public School took place in Peshawar, Pakistan. To pay tribute and honour the long gone souls, here's a little something. #wehaventforgotten #peshawarattack

Pilate is doomed to clean his rifle forever- The walls will not forget these nights. If you decided to brave the waters of sanctioned terror, be sure to wear your Christ; should you decided to share your scraps of hard-won Gospel, sharpen your sword against the bars.

Okay so I TRIED to write again. It isn't that great but eh- This poem just deals with a war scenario and how our era doesn't have sense of patriotism because they weren't taught the past history enthusiastically. It deals with how our era is misguided.

Let go of everything, even all that you love, for the sake of a greater love.

The world watches as Gaza, a land rich with history and resilience, endures yet another wave of suffering. This narrow strip of land, home to over two million people, has become a symbol of human perseverance amidst unimaginable hardship. Yet beneath this perseverance lies a cry that demands urgent attention: a cry for humanity. Gaza's story is one of duality. It is a place where vibrant markets and laughter once filled the air, where families gathered for meals and children played in the narrow streets. But it is also a place scarred by blockades, bombings, and an unyielding cycle of violence. For decades, the people of Gaza have faced a siege on both their physical and emotional wellbeing, enduring restrictions that have choked economic growth and limited access to basic necessities. The recent escalations have only intensified the pain. Families huddle in fear as the night sky blazes with conflict, unsure if the dawn will bring relief or further despair. Hospitals, already under strain, struggle to cope with the overwhelming casualties. Water, electricity, and essential supplies dwindle to critical levels. The resilience that once defined this region now walks a thin line between hope and hopelessness. Beyond the statistics, beyond the politics, lies a simple truth: the people of Gaza are human beings who yearn for peace, security, and dignity. They are parents cradling their children, students eager to learn, and dreamers who wish for a future unbound by suffering. Their voices call out not just for sympathy, but for meaningful action-for a global acknowledgment that their lives are worth defending. It is time to amplify Gaza's plea for humanity. It is time to remember that compassion knows no borders and that every life is precious. In a world capable of both extraordinary destruction and boundless kindness, may we choose to listen, act, and stand in solidarity with those who need it most.

story about guardians of soil

A letter for a persecuted church on Western Europe. A warning from the voice of the Aggelos in the sixth century. A Reformation under Theocracy.

When Madeleine Kensley enrolls in St. Agatha Christiana's Academy for Girls, she thinks she'll finally get some peace from the oppressive symptoms of Guyphobia, a condition she's been struggling with for a year and a half. But wouldn't you know it, her new roommate (who's supposed to be a girl) somehow manages to bring out the worst of it. However, Madeleine starts to realize her roommate may be the least of her problems- trouble is stirring, girls are attacked one after another, and disaster seems to strike way more often than it's supposed to, even in high school. But nothing is really how it's supposed to be at St. Agatha's, and Madeleine thinks the answer to fixing everything lies in a secret she found in its very depths: a series of heart-wrenching letters written by the school's founder to the mysterious Julia, also referred to as the Hidden Rose...

The Genocide. The killing. The starving. The rubble. The ashes. The Palestine. Respect to you from the core of my heart, my sisters and brothers. Allah is there to help if people are not. Oh, Gaza, we failed you. Oh, Palestine we failed you.

A competition tribute to the Martyrs of Army Public School attack. Top 3 stories from the competition will be featured after the writer's story on 16th December 2018.

This's for a contest. Candy-floss" Pihu shouted as they entered inside. "Papa, why you weren't not present at my annual function. I did a dance performance. Everyone appreciated. I got 1st prize..... "Mamm...." words stucked inside her throat. There was a body shown lying, wrapped in.... This's a short story based on a father-daughter. Happy Reading!

This was the first full ghostwrite I did as a freelancer. I wrote this book (386 pages in the end) in about eight weeks.