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Pardoning Mercy

hayatiofparadise

MGA BUMASA 9,599
Mga Boto 752
Mga Parte 3
Oras 14m

MGA BUMASA 9,599
Mga Boto 752
Mga Parte 3
Oras 14m

hayatiofparadise

Mature

desi forgiveness islam justice muslim shortstory spiritual spirituallyundiscovered

Every night when the lights go out and the sea sets its journey to the shore, the images behind her eyes turn crimson with blood and ignite with the charcoal darkness. 

Every morning when the sun greets the sky hello, her daughter whispers goodbye in her ears and promises to come back again as her lissome fingers slip away with the early breeze. 
  
A story of brutal pain and an even more wicked truth.All Rights Reserved

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Broken To Become Stronger ni GardenOfReflections

In a small town there lived a girl with high hopes and great expectations.Who refused to give in to the traditions thriving in her town.Who denied to be defined by how others described her.She was scoffed at for her lofty ambitions, which the girls of her background wouldn't dare to dream.Those laughs never stopped her from dreaming high.Those scornful eyes never deterred her from working towards her goal. Despite her strong unwillingness she is inserted into a man's life. Life takes a huge turn when the determined Hera was stripped off all her determination and zeal. Just when she thinks life is going to get beautiful,happens an incident that leaves her soul bruised.Not letting the circumstances tame her she rises above all odds just like the rays of light breaks through the trees.She refuses to let the thorns rip up her soul any longer,picking them one by one she reaches her destination with majestic splendour.

The Woman Who Blasphemed ni DanishAamir

The drip, drip brought back the memory of those screams. She could smell the crimson from that day, or was it crimson, salt, left behind by the blood and tears of some other prisoner. Were they abused? She wondered. How were her children. She thought of them a dozen times a day, she asked the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost to keep them safe. Jamil she had long ago realized would be spared his father's beatings. That day only brought it to her conscious. She had always known. But she saw it that day. Her beautiful daughter Maryam, that was who she was more worried about. Drip, drip. Splat. Splat. The water smelled bad. Sour, of shit. It tasted even worse. She had been forced to drink it, they had starved her, and deprived her of water for a few days. Was it days? She didn't know. There was no night and day in this place. Just the collective quiet and screams for food, for water, for mercy. Confessions of sins that the prisoners had not committed, anything to get out. Most harrowing were the screams. The whips, the flays, the screams. She winced every time she heard one. She shivered the first time she had heard one. She shuddered as she thought of that. The hair on her back rose, she pulled her arms around herself. It was unearthly. Not an animal's scream, not her screams when her husband beat her, not even when he had hit her with a bat. Not the screams of the dog that those kids had cornered, and were poking with sticks, some throwing stones at it, as if it were the devil himself. No, none of those screams. This came from a deeper place. This was a scream from before civilization. From before language. This was a scream, guttural. Loud, screeching, very much in pain.

LET ME WALK YOU TO JANNAH ni lost_lone

Some people never experience peace Their pain never ease Maybe their peace is the next world Maybe for them it's the life after death ***** You were nothing but a test on my path To win or lose was trying my worth You couldn't hear the words my heart spoke Each day with knife my heart you poke **** Seeing you the way you are is a pain Together everything I want us to gain For you my heart I will place in a plate To hold your hand I will never be late The tears you will no longer shed Forever we will stay the newlywed **** "Why? Why me? Don't you see am crippled." I asked with tears blinding my vision. "The heart doesn't need reasons to love. My heart was searching until it found yours. I can't hold it anymore, this heart is not big enough to contain all that love. Love must be shared and I want you to be my half. I know what you have been through. I know accepting me isn't easy on your part. A chance is all I need my love." ***** Not your typical love story. Witness some heartbreaks Witness some wounds heal Rank #17 of 6.7k dua

The Evolution of Colors ni justagirl92

For Linda, life had settled into a constant, dull grey. But with the return of her estranged son, everything Linda knows is thrown into turmoil. She's forced to reexamine all that she has believed about herself and the world around her and realizes that sometimes in order to get to the truth, you've got to look through the lens of a kaleidoscope.

Signs of Allah ni MuslimYouth

Signs of Allah in Birds, Solar System, Honey Bees, Our Tongues, Clouds, Our Eyes, Eating a Fish, Dreams, Ants, Butterflies, Oceans and Lands, Plants, Roses, Fly, Spider, Body Growth, Fruits, Leaves, Our Senses, Our Sleeping, Camels, Seeds of Coconut Palm, Dolphins, Dragonflies, Eagles, Fireflies, Giraffes, Our Immune System, Mascaws (they look like parrot), Dazzling Pearls, Penguins, Rain, Sea Horses, Snowflakes, Water Lilies, Harmony Between Water and Plants, Woodpecker. Allah's Signature on Mountains, Look at Your Nails, What if you find a watch in the Sand? Sickness reminding us of Allah, The Earth: A Living Planet, How Mountains Strengthen the Earth's Crust.

Blue ✓ ni -ScatteredPearlz-

It was invisibility that plunged her into darkness, and in that darkness, she found her light. Aiyla thought her life ended with her sight. But moving houses, and a chance encounter provided her the light she needed to cross the dark tunnel. 'Sometimes Allah puts us through hardship to make us remember the purpose our lives'.

scar tissue. ni Your_Apricity

Amidst a city that never sleeps, two souls with evident troubles forge an unforeseen affinity. She carries the weight of scars that tell stories of pain, while he sees beauty where others look away. Under the night sky, their stories interlace, revealing desires and dreams long buried. It creates a spark- A spark she can't feel. A spark he can't see. In this world of vulnerability, how does one discover that true beauty often lies beyond the surface? _ _ _ _ _ A fragile tale of brokenness and healing.

Knitted By Time ni khairoon22

In the darkest of days she lived under the shadows desperately holding her breath trying to flee away from this toxic world. There were days where she yearned for someone's company yet she wouldn't breathe a single word out. As if the words were tangled around her head. There were days , where she once thought to turn back the whole thing but the pessimist side of her strangled her thoughts making it difficult for her to even think it that way. The heart of hers had no place for feelings,emotions, thoughts to the fact that it was just a haunted house filled with dust and the whispers of her inner self saying about the negative aspects of life. She was not exactly wrong about her views in life, for only she knows the phases of life which she overcame with a bright smile on her face. Though she was masking her emotions too well little did she know that the Almighty is 'All-Seeing and Hearing'. Every night there was this voice that reached up the skies that the stars and moon became familiar with. When the Earth was all sound asleep Inaya was awake In the position of sujood, with her eyes dripping drop by drop. Even she needed warmth in her life.

Inspirational Stories ni OwnerOfTajMahal

Few Selected Stories which Inspires us.. give it a try.. hope u wont regret reading this.. -OwnerOfTajMahal 30/08/2016 - #67 in spiritual

She Is My Hayaat ni hayatiofparadise

I walked down the white hallways filled with the smell of bleach and chlorine. The lights above were too bright, too luminescent. I can't think. I can't look straight. I can't breathe. Everything was blurry. I touched my cheeks and felt tears cascade down to my chin. My steps faltered. My heart wouldn't stop beating out of my chest. "I'm sorry Nouran." She had looked at me sadly, eyes filled with emptiness. No, no, no. What am I going to do? What am I going to tell him? Him. Izhar. I can't breathe.... Allah. •|#1 in Spiritual on February 20th, 2016 // March 26th, 2016 // May 20th, 2016 // June 25th, 2016 // July 3rd, 2016 // July 13th, 2016 // July 28th, 2016 // August 2nd, 2016 // August 13th, 2016 // December 28th, 2016 // January 21st, 2017 // January 27th, 2017 // March 23rd, 2017|• ||1 million reads as of May 12th, 2017|| ||2 million reads as of September 15th, 2018|| ||3 million reads as of July 15th, 2020|| ||A Wattpad Featured Story as of August 11th, 2017|| ||100K votes as of February 20th, 2018||

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Broken To Become Stronger

In a small town there lived a girl with high hopes and great expectations.Who refused to give in to the traditions thriving in her town.Who denied to be defined by how others described her.She was scoffed at for her lofty ambitions, which the girls of her background wouldn't dare to dream.Those laughs never stopped her from dreaming high.Those scornful eyes never deterred her from working towards her goal. Despite her strong unwillingness she is inserted into a man's life. Life takes a huge turn when the determined Hera was stripped off all her determination and zeal. Just when she thinks life is going to get beautiful,happens an incident that leaves her soul bruised.Not letting the circumstances tame her she rises above all odds just like the rays of light breaks through the trees.She refuses to let the thorns rip up her soul any longer,picking them one by one she reaches her destination with majestic splendour.

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