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He Gives And Forgives

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Reads 441
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Parts 6
Time 1h 42m

sylvator-Luqman

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"Muslims should not belittle or look down on people, Ayatullah. It is not our way.".                                                                                She leaned against the door, still panting from her sprint and shook her head vigorously. A few more strands of golden brown hair escaped her hair band and spilled out from the confines of her hoodie. She stared up at him in defiance, fury and desperation, not caring that she was yelling at her Sociology teacher. "They do it to us!".                                                                                                                                                        She expected exasperation, disapproval, anger even, but she most definitely wasn't prepared for the softening of his eyes or the hand that reached up to gently to swipe a stray leaf from the tip of her hood. His fingers accidently brushed against her forehead in the process, sending a swarm of butterflies exploding in her stomach.                                                                                                                                             "They are not our teachers.".All Rights Reserved

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TAUHIDA ✔️ by Deedi--

He turned abruptly to face her, she was already getting on his nerves. "What in the name of Allah is wrong with you?" he asked with a sigh."You don't get me, do you?" he asked again trying to be clear. "It is you that don't get me, if you did, I wouldn't be here in the first place" she voiced narrowing her eyes on him. "Then leave" he seethed glaring directly at her. "Is that a challenge I hear?" she asked holding her waist with both hands. "Take it as you think of it" he voiced walking away majestically. she groaned and murmured softly beneath her breath but it didn't remain unheard to him "He knows I can't, grumpy" she said and he found himself smiling weirdly to no one in particular. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Just like scattered stars trying to cluster again, just like the scars trying to heal with love, just like the swirling storm breaking down all bounds and just like the blinking starlight shining on a mirror, this story is also a mirror of life. Cold secrets will be clamped just like the break of dawn. Despite all odds, underneath their ventricles and cuticles is an undying love for each other. Just stay tuned with me so I will prove once again how fate can actually change the hearts of two people, Tauhida Al-amin Borodo and Sayf Hakeem Elnafaty @ "Tauhida". Lots of love Deedi-- ❤️

Destined To Be Yours✔️ by Zyna_Qureshi

Spoiler Alert: You're going? ". Hidayah asked him. She didn't wanted him to go. Never she thought, she will ever wish for him to stay. Her childhood enemy is slowly making a place in her heart which was long buried. He digged every ounce of pain he had caused her to finally burying the seeds of love in her heart. She gasped at her realisation. Does she really love him? No please no!! "Take care". Saying, he walked to his car and he finally disappeared from her sight. She kept her hand on her heart unable to take the pain. She ran towards his already speed car unmindful of her surroundings. She ran and ran untill she was drained of any energy left in her. "Please don't go Asad! Asad. Please come back. I need you. Yes I need you Asad. Come back. Come back to me". Hidayah cried her heart out. She felt like a flesh of her body was cut into pieces. How she wished to have confessed her feelings. At that moment she realised, Love is the whole thing. We are only pieces. And one of its pieces has gone with Asad forever that it will be always missing in her. The best and the worst thing about love is that it cannot be expressed in words. It may be hard to express those emotions but it will be harder if it's never expressed to the person we love. But can she do anything now? As the engagement dates of her and Arib has been finalised. "We weren't meant to be, Asad". She said wiping her tears and getting up, she walked back to her apartment. ••• Hidayah and Asad. Two individuals bound together by fate. Will love find its way to their hearts? To find out, stay tuned to the story.. Love, Zyna_Qureshi

Eternity by author_bri

Ayzal's patience snapped as she poked him hard in the chest. "What have I done to deserve this?" Her voice shook with a mix of anger and hurt. He stayed silent, his eyes avoiding hers, hands stuffed in his pockets. She yanked him closer, her breath hot against his face. "I need to know why you have been shutting me out. For months, I have felt invisible to you. Don't I mean anything?" Her tears began to flow freely, and she wiped them away with frustration. "If it is too hard for you to be with me, then just say it. I can't keep living like this, feeling abandoned. Please, if you don't want me, let me go." With a final, sorrowful push, she stepped back. --- In the heart of a timeless romance, two souls were bound by a sacred promise, destined to be together forever. Yet, fate had other plans. One soul, once vibrant and full of love, now wanders through an endless void, aching for its missing half. The other, left shattered and heartbroken, mourns the loss of the one who completed his world. Their story, entwined by fate and love, becomes a poignant testament to the eternal bond they share-a bond that defies time and distance, and promises a reunion that will heal their broken hearts and restore their shared eternity.

UNSEEN SELF | ≛✅ by NCDCherry

In the face of adversity, the girl embraced her true beauty, including the captivating shade of her piercing navy blue eyes. She refused to let the taunts and bullying diminish her self-worth. Instead, she took solace in the shimmering depths of her gaze, a reminder of her uniqueness and strength. With each defiant stare, she silently challenged her tormentors, letting them know that their cruelty could not pierce the shield of her unyielding spirit. And as she faced the world with her head held high, her eyes sparkled like ocean, a reflection of the radiant beauty that resided within her. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ So-jung's heart pounded as she answered the distant, chilling voice. "Hello? Is someone there?" The Mysterious soft voice cames out like a whisper"Shhh, don't be scared, So-jung. I've been watching you for quite some time now." She struggles but asked, "Who... who are you? Why have you been watching me?" A chuckle escaped. "Ah, names are just nothing, my dear. But what matters is that I know everything about you, So-jung. Your deepest fears, your darkest secrets... everything." So-jung's fear intensified. "This isn't funny. Are you some sort of stalker?" The Mysterious Figure's mocking tone penetrated the room. "Stalker? No, my dear. I'm much more than that. I'm the shadow in your nightmares, the whisper in your ear when you're alone." "H-how do you know these things? This can't be possible!" The figure chuckled once again . "Oh, So-jung, you underestimate the power of observation. I've seen you when you thought no one was watching. Your are so awesome!." She sighs "Please, leave me alone! I don't want this. I don't want you in my life." The Mysterious voice turned cold."Oh, but So-jung, you always wanted to be noticed, didn't you? Well, now you have my attention. Aren't you grateful?.....My dear" STARTED: 01/23/24 WRITTEN ENDED: 02/10/2024 ENDED: 03/30/2024 2024@ncdcherry

The Woman Who Blasphemed by 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 HATE YOU by AnjaaniSadek

Ever wonder how your supposed best day of life will turn into a lifelong nightmare. Two people, two different worlds yet bound by the same emotion, "HATE" and "same loved ones". Marriage is intended to be an eternal bond filled with love and happiness. This was far from the truth for Asmaira and Amaan. Two broken souls entangle in the game of destiny which ended their dream of everlasting love. For one, it was a journey of regret which she has to live for the rest of her life. But why?. For other, he was forced yet he promised to seek revenge for sure., for seeking "Her" place. Who is Amaan referring to as "Her"? Who is this "loved ones" that connects both Asmara and Amaan and why do they hate each other so much without even meeting each other? "Please......." the only word that she could manage to say while trying to get out of his grip and sobbing. "Please......Let..........Me..........Go, " she stammered in between her hiccup, shaking her head with pleading eyes and folded hands. "Don't be afraid honey! I realized my mistake of not accepting you as my wife and to mark the start of our marriage how about I gift you something, " He whispered while leaning close to her ear emphasizing on the word 'gift'. Sensing her fright, he placed his hand on her waist while using the other to stroke her cheek, "how about giving you a baby tonight?". He spoke with an evil smirk. " I know it is your first time and I promise to be gentle with you, My Wife" Note: This is the first draft of the story and since then had not been edited as I'm busy writing my other stories on "Booknet." If you find typos or grammatical mistake or narration is not perfect, kindly ignore since your feedback about it would be of no use as you are reading an unedited story. I would edit it once the sequel to Kabir Hashmi is finished. And yes please be considerate when you comment. First, it's a fictional story and second, it's someone's hardwork. #5 in torment-Sept 2020 #2 in torment-23rd Sept 2020

Her Innocent Heart (Masoom Dil) by BlissfullyElegant

⚠️ Kidnapped Romance: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCb0EOwy75EU8UQVbvkI-H8A Running through the woods, she suddenly fell to the ground, because of the outer root of an old tree... Ignoring the sharp pain in her foot, she again started to run. A lower bark of some tree hooked on her rustling veil and It tore with sound. Ah! Branch made a peel on her skin too. Running, running. She just ran. The cold air was shocking her throat and lungs as she inhaled deeper, faster. After crossing many trees, she looked over her shoulder. No one behind but some howling thuds. He must be wearing heavy boots. Compared to him she was bare feet. Suddenly a dried tiny branch cracked beneath her foot. She winced as her sole got pierced, but continued her running that was now transformed into limping. Her heart was beating in her ears. She kept her unsteady pace with her lower lip clamped between the third. She then bumped into maybe a tree trunk and fell with a thump. "Ouch!" With the lowest groan she got up....but... She saw the tall, broad figure in the place of which she assumed the tree. She started backing away but a harsh tug on her scalp stopped her. "Where?" He was having a fistful of her hair with a bitter scowl on his face. "Leave me!" She screamed as he started walking with the same demeanor. "Let go of me!" She yelled while punching in his stomach. He left her hair at once. "Bitch! Keep quiet straight away." With this, he flung and carried her on his shoulder. In the moonlight, he was looking as fierce as a giant werewolf. "Get me down!" She punched his neck and tried to dig nails into his tough yet thick skin. He stopped and hauled her down. She was laying shocked on dry foliage. Then he knelt beside them and got on top of her. "No!" She went pale. *** An innocent Beauty... And a famished Beast. Warning! Grammar sucks #1 in Spiritual many times. Alhamdulillah.

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" Is there a Authentic Hadith to back that up" she said. the teacher looked at her annoyed and said " no Ameera there isn't" "You shouldn't teach us something that there is no Clear chain of narration for it." she said as she went back to her notes. "there isn't no point in reviewing weak Hadiths, mostly on such controversial topics. " the teacher froze , not only was he mad that she embarrassed him in front of his class he was surprised at her boldness. nobody ever disrespected him like that. "come outside right now " he said and she just followed him out the door. --------------------------- Ameera Mohamed. she was the girl who argues with teacher and got kicked out of too many schools. She's not one to deal with disrespect as she feels that it goes both ways. This is the last school in her town that hasn't kicked her out. The only problem is that it's a boarding school and known for its roughness in teaching. she's used to going to different schools and being the new student as she got kicked out of 4 schools but this school brings her excitement as she's interested in how the teachers teach. will she get kicked out of this one and have to move to a new city or will she stop talking to teachers in a "rude" Manner. Ammar Aslan. The best teacher at the school. known for his strictness and his ability to work well with students. Although he's only been working for 5 years his students all are successful. he's not one for disrespect, hates it more then anything. the head of the school told him that there was going to be a new student and she was a trouble. The only problem was that he underestimated her, as she was way worse then he thought.

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TAUHIDA ✔️

He turned abruptly to face her, she was already getting on his nerves. "What in the name of Allah is wrong with you?" he asked with a sigh."You don't get me, do you?" he asked again trying to be clear. "It is you that don't get me, if you did, I wouldn't be here in the first place" she voiced narrowing her eyes on him. "Then leave" he seethed glaring directly at her. "Is that a challenge I hear?" she asked holding her waist with both hands. "Take it as you think of it" he voiced walking away majestically. she groaned and murmured softly beneath her breath but it didn't remain unheard to him "He knows I can't, grumpy" she said and he found himself smiling weirdly to no one in particular. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Just like scattered stars trying to cluster again, just like the scars trying to heal with love, just like the swirling storm breaking down all bounds and just like the blinking starlight shining on a mirror, this story is also a mirror of life. Cold secrets will be clamped just like the break of dawn. Despite all odds, underneath their ventricles and cuticles is an undying love for each other. Just stay tuned with me so I will prove once again how fate can actually change the hearts of two people, Tauhida Al-amin Borodo and Sayf Hakeem Elnafaty @ "Tauhida". Lots of love Deedi-- ❤️