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Because It's Written

LECTURES 52
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Chapitres 4
Durée 17m

LECTURES 52
Votes 12
Chapitres 4
Durée 17m

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She was not afraid of betrayal.
She was not afraid of hatred.
She was not afraid of love either.

What she feared the most was giving up.

Hope in her Lord is what kept her string attached to this Dunya.

Sometimes even the wind would stop to smell the beautiful fragrance of hope in her heart.

At times it would blow a bit hastily in order to dry the tears which left her dull eyes.

She did not know that the gale was trying to soothe her, she always thought it blew to wreak havoc in her life.



She always reminded herself that Allah gives the hardest battle to his strongest soldier.

But was she strong enough for this cruel battle? 

Victory had far left her mind. 


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Nnadia had called her husband over ten times but to no avail. After what seemed like hours, she heard the sound of his car. Few minutes later he entered the living room. To her surprise, he passed right by her without sparing her a glance. She practically ran after him trying to ask about Mikes situation. She came close and tried touching his arm when he roared. "Don't even presume to touch me ever in your life". Dumbfounded, she asked " But why?" " Really?" He asked turning to face her with anger evident in his voice. And the confusion on her face only infuriated him even more. " Are you really going to pretend now? " He asked coming even closer. " Wow! You are such an amazing actress." He said. Clapping his hands. " But let me ask, don't you have one iota of shame in you? What kind of a woman are you anyways? I always knew you never had any feelings for me but still didn't expect you to stoop this low. How could you Nnadia? You pushed your husband out of your room only to bring someone else in his place? Even if you don't have respect or love for me, you should have at least thought about your status as a married woman." Tears trickled down her face for she was hurt beyond words. He turned to leave once more and she tried following. " Oh God! She exclaimed. Abdullah please wait, it's, it's not what you are thinking at all. Please let..." He shouted this time around silencing her. " In the name of Allah please don't speak, i detest your voice. And your face, your face only brings me pain. I'm gladly going to give you your freedom so you can be with him. Just don't let me see your face till then." Nnadia couldn't believe her eyes or ears. She has never seen him this angry before. He got it wrong. How could he even think she would ever give his place to someone like Mike? Earlier today she had thought that they were finally going to be happy. At this moment with his bitter words still echoing in her ears, she really doubted it now.

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The things I knew that were once unethical, were bound to be saintly. The dreams I dreamt once upon a time, seemed to be an epitome of nightmares. The heart I thought I stole long ago, always belonged to someone else. The crimes I have committed all my life, became a handful of lessons that I ought to learn. The world I looked up to once, became a mortal enemy of mine. The family I thought would disown me, fought my battles for me. The life I never imagined I'd live, sadly it became a life I'd rather live than die. Lastly, the guilt I carried in me for the each and every second of my living, was a poison spreading and gradually banishing everything around me. Clearly, I was bounded by the past! Never have I imagined for the galaxy of guilt in me to steadily transform into a matter of great; Love. No, it wasn't for my dead sister, or for the woman I once claimed to love, or for my money-grubbing father, or even for the woman who was destined for me. Majestically, it was for Someone who I never ever thought it would be for; My Maker. Well, it's mind-blowing how the ugliest of matters bring out the most beautiful of articles! -Guilt is a gift from Allah, warning you that what you are doing is violating your soul.- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Started: 22/12/2017, 7:15 pm. [All Rights Reserved, froward 2017]

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Her Vocation, écrit par alin958

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Mistaken Perception

Life can be brutal and uncaring to some. Aisha was one of those unfortunate "some" she had deceived herself into believing she had full control of her life. That she could set the terms of how her life would unfold. However, life and fate have a way of showing us just how much control we truly have. How does one cope when the people most important in our lives are ripped away from us? What does one do when they become the sole guardian of their two younger siblings? And how does one survive, when you're hated because of your faith.