Martyrs Stories

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.

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!

Be warned: This poet is not experienced in writing poetry so this is at the reader's risk🤗🤗 PS an award-winning poem Hehehehe 😂😂 Written on the 10th of August

this story revolves around the life of People living in Palestine 🇵🇸......how the colonialists are humiliating them and the world is still quite......the colonialists torture them, practice genocide,massacre, .....the Israeli terrorist are shooting them, bombing them and no one are raising thier voice ...the world is bieng so cruel and unjust towards them .. Iam sorry Palestine 🇵🇸 your childhood was taken away from you ... iam sorry Palestine 🇵🇸 the leaders turned away from you... iam sorry Palestine 🇵🇸 the world failed you... your pain is my pain... we are both childrens .. but i wakeup to the sound of alarm clock ⏰ but you wakeup to the sound of bombs... i wakeup to mamma saying me "wakeup or you'll be late to school"....but you wakeup to mamma saying "hurry up we need to move"... i brush my teeth, you brush off your wounds... i wash my face ,you wash off your blood... i go to school,you go to war.... i watch the news, you are the news.... i scream" free Palestine", you scream "help me,iam inside the rubble" the thing i can do for you is i can promise you.... i promise that i will keep yo in my prayers... i promise that i will standup for you... i promise that i will raise my voice for you... i promise that i will not give up on you.... i promise that you will be free .. but until that stay strong ,dont be weak, because your weakness is thier strength ‼️Dear readers ,‼️ please pray for Palestine 🇵🇸 be the voice of Palestine 🇵🇸..... "FROM THE RIVER TO THE SEA PALESTINE WILL BE FREE"

story about guardians of soil

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.

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.

In The Silence of God, faith and oppression intertwine in a struggle for power that transcends the human. Within the cloisters of medieval Rome, Isadora de Lunae will defy the imposed dogma, turning tears into weapons and her pain into revelation. Among golden walls and cells of horror, every gesture, every whisper, and every sacrifice become omens of justice and judgment, flowing like a silver river that illuminates the deepest darkness of the human soul. This is a story where the historical merges with the apocalyptic, where devotion and rebellion collide with poetic violence, and where the secrets of ecclesiastical power are revealed in their full magnitude. The Silence of God is not simply a novel-it is an intense, terrifying, and poetic journey into the heart of faith, corruption, and resistance, redefining what it means to challenge the divine.

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.

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

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

Emotional poem on Terrorist attack in Pulwama, India...

Salute to those martyrs who are always ready to serve the country more than their family. These are the one due to which we can sleep in peace beacause they are on border . These are the reasons that we are able to celebrate every festival happily with our family. Salute to those mothers who send their sons to the borders to protect our motherland.