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Journey from Karbala to Madina

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In the aftermath of the tragic battle of Karbala, came the night of tenth of Moharram the Shaam e Ghareebaan. That night, the sky was red like blood. It was the hardest night for the family of the Prophet. In the emptiness of the desert, they faced the darkness and loneliness of night. Also on this night, Umme Salamah (S.A) had a dream in which she saw the Prophet (S.A.W.W).All Rights Reserved

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Play of Fate by Nora_urszula

"Where were you that night? Where were you?" I clutched his collar as my small fist beated on his chest. The tears spilled my eyes as I felt the raw pain. I look at him with my eyes full of complain and grief for what would have been lost. I wanted yell at this man and shout at him. If he have been present in Pakistan that night and not have gone away. Today I would have been his wife and I would have been because he was the person that I once loved. ◼◼◼◼◻◻◻◻◻◼◼◼◼ Two people joined by the beauty of nikkah. Would they able to grow their heart for each other when one of them has betrayed the other. Would that betrayal be ever forgiven or will they remain tied by a unexpected forced nikkah.

LET ME WALK YOU TO JANNAH by 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

His Soul✔️ by huma_ihmal

On the wet sand beside the seashore, the strong, tall man was laying with a cigarette in his hand. His bike parked a few feet away from him. The environment there was serene and noiseless as no one was allowed then on the beach that he owned. It was not a big deal for a billionaire like him. He had a lot more than that. Wealth, power, the respect he had all of them but lacked the most important thing that couldn't be bought with money. He lacked inner peace. He inhaled the vinous smoke as the corner of his lips twitched in a sad smile. His eyes deceived him being moist and a lone tear slipped down his face on the sand. The sand sucked the water as soon as it fell on it, and he wondered if his pain disappeared in thin air like that. He breathed out a puff of smoke through his nose and mouth. Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?" Miles away from him the girl with a cuddling baby in her arms uttered looking up at the sky, "I express my deep gratitude to You for sending this angel to me, Ya Rab."

When the Skies Wept Blood by MasoomaZahraS

Asalam Aleikum, peace be upon you to all my brothers and sisters. I offer my sincerest condolences to the entire Muslim Ummah for the anniversary of the martyrdom of the Holy Prophet's grandson, Hussain, son of Ali, who was martyred on the 10th day or Ashura, of the first month of the Islamic Calendar, Muharram in a city called Karbala in modern day Iraq over 1400 years ago when he stood up against a tyrant and faced an army of tens of thousands with only 300 men and ultimately, gave the biggest sacrifice. In honour and commemoration of this sacrifice, I have decided to compile this book of Islamic poetry. I humbly present this book to you and pray that these small efforts please Allah the Almighty and the Ahlulbayt (PBUTA). I thank them for everything they have blessed me with.

Irresistibly In Love by Queen0226

He was the Man who preferred darkness. She was the Woman who preferred brightness. He preferred Loneliness. She preferred Togetherness. He had suffered alot in his life. She did not knew what Trouble meant. He was Death. She was Life. Both were very different in every aspect but life has its own way of bringing them together. Life is not always sweets and candy. Along with the sweetness it also get bitterness that either changes you in a more positive way or in a negative way. It either makes you see things optimistically or pessimistically that depends on you. What happens when people of two different world collide. Will it lead to something beautiful or will it destroy one's life? Join the couple to witness the fights, yellings, tears, patience, understanding and most importantly Love! Cover by @Pearls_Queen

Where there is Love , there is Karbala . by arshi_786

بِسْمِ اللَّهِ الرَّحْمَنِ الرَّحِيم ( In the name of God, Most Gracious, Most Merciful.) لبيكَ ياحُسين IMAM HUSSAIN ( AS) stood alone , saying 'O ALLAH I have done my duty and exposed your enemies , so that mankind do not remain in dark a what is truth and evil . I have given all the sacrifice and now stand to give my life too.' The name of IMAM HUSSAIN (AS) is enough to bring tears to your eyes & enough to change your soul and the world ! " The world is unable to present an example finer and brighter than the personality of IMAM HUSSAIN (A.S) . He was the embodiment of love , valor and personification of sacrifice and devotion . Every Human , in Particular, must learn a lesson from his life and should seek guidance from him " . In a few days , the story of eternal love will be retold , a story that has been told over and over , for more than a thousands years . And which should be stapled in our hearts , as long as every heart beats . LABBAIK YA HUSSAIN (A.S)

The Empire: Love And Royalty. by WinterBearz

Being a king-That's power. Being a husband-That's love. Being a friend-That's trust. Muhammed Aleer, the sixth son of a king, fighting for his place on the throne. He thought he could escape royalty but losing the love of his life only weeks after their marriage makes him realize the fight for the throne isn't just a joke. Muneera Al-Qasim, her father's pride and joy. Only having the dream of doing things other than being locked up but it's not her choice anyway. Being locked up in her father's castle seemed like endless torture, until she became a princess, a place worse than the castle. Now they have to put their differences aside to fight for their place, if not they might just be taken out of the picture. A story about 6 brothers fighting for a throne, women and attention. They'll do anything to get it, whatever the consequence. *A Hausa Story. *Everything is purely fictional. It doesn't exist, it's all part of an imagination*

STIGMA by Eaglewoman20

Salamat was a victim of circumstance and was traumatized as a result of her past. She was willing to give life a chance but something seems to be missing. The past came tumbling before her when she was already healing and could barely remember the pain. She became stigmatized and couldn't help but give in to despair. Will she be able to overcome these troubles someday? Or will it affect her mental state and disrupt her matrimonial prospect? Will Habib's betrayal break her or make her stronger? WATCH OUT!

The tragedy of Karbala by skbwritess110

ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ꜱᴀᴄʀɪꜰɪᴄᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ, ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀᴠᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴɪᴛʏ. (ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ-ᴡʀᴇɴᴄʜɪɴɢ ɪɴᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴏᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ, ɪꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ, ᴋ ᴀ ʀ ʙ ᴀ ʟ ᴀ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʀɪɢʜᴛᴇᴏᴜꜱɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴀʟꜱᴇʜᴏᴏᴅ, ᴊᴜꜱᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴊᴜꜱᴛɪᴄᴇ, ʟɪʙᴇʀᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴘᴘʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ. ___________________________________________________________ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏɴꜰɪɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄᴜʟᴀʀ ʀᴇʟɪɢɪᴏɴ, ꜱᴇᴄᴛ, ʀᴀᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴜɴɪᴛʏ, ɪᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇʀɴꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴɪᴛʏ. ___________________________________________________________ 【ＭＡＩＮ　ＰＬＯＴ　ＲＥＶＯＬＶＥＳ　ＡＲＯＵＮＤ】 ʜᴜꜱꜱᴀɪɴ ɪʙɴ ᴀʟɪ (ʜᴜꜱꜱᴀɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴀʟɪ), ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴀɴᴅꜱᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴘʜᴇᴛ ᴍᴜʜᴀᴍᴍᴀᴅ (ꜱᴀᴡ). ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴄᴀʟɪᴘʜ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴀᴢɪᴅ ɪʙɴ ᴍᴜᴡᴀɪʏᴀʜ (ʏᴀᴢɪᴅ ꜱᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴜᴡᴀɪʏᴀʜ) ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴡɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴꜱᴄʀᴜᴘᴜʟᴏᴜꜱ, ᴜɴʀɪɢʜᴛꜰᴜʟʟʏ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇᴅ ʜᴜꜱꜱᴀɪɴ ɪʙɴ ᴀʟɪ'ꜱ ʀɪɢʜᴛ. ɴᴏᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴍᴀɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴀʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜᴜꜱꜱᴀɪɴ ɪʙɴ ᴀʟɪ. ʜᴜꜱꜱᴀɪɴ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ʀɪɢʜᴛᴇᴏᴜꜱ ᴍᴀɴ, ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ

The Awaiting Bride by Hafsa_Sabih

The sky was painted dark.Very Dark with no bright stars.A gush of wind swirled past us making me inhale softly.The large man besides me leaned against the iron railing.His eyes fixed ahead of us as if seeing something that I couldn't. A lone tear slid down my cheek as I brushed it off rather harshly.Finding my voice I spoke softly remembering a distinct and beautiful memory, "After you left I once asked Mama when you would come back.She stayed silent for a minute and then she answered that when you'll miss me you'll be back" Another tear rolled down my cheek and this time I didn't brush it.My light brown eyes stared at his handsome face, seeing him look down at this hands.His face constricting into something I could not decipher. "And I was a fool to believe her that day because now I know I was the only one waiting. " My words were bitter but I whispered softly. Turning around I left leaving the man to his own thoughts. I loved and now I've lost myself in the lands of love. ... From a very young age Shahwar Nawaz Khan has heard only one name.Her groom's name.Salah Khan's name.And since then she has loved him unconditionally.But not all golden dreams come true. Little did Shahwar know that when her world will collide with the one she has loved, her life will turn upside down.Fighting a battle with fire in which she herself had to burn. A story that will take you to a roller coaster ride of emotions and to the land of love.So get ready with a box of tissue papers. Spiritual# 8 -29th Sep 2020 Spiritual# 4 -27th Sep 2020 Spiritual# 5- 4th Oct 2020 Spiritual# 6- 5th Oct 2020 Spiritual# 5- 29th Nov 2020 Spiritual# 2- 30th Nov 2020

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Play of Fate

"Where were you that night? Where were you?" I clutched his collar as my small fist beated on his chest. The tears spilled my eyes as I felt the raw pain. I look at him with my eyes full of complain and grief for what would have been lost. I wanted yell at this man and shout at him. If he have been present in Pakistan that night and not have gone away. Today I would have been his wife and I would have been because he was the person that I once loved. ◼◼◼◼◻◻◻◻◻◼◼◼◼ Two people joined by the beauty of nikkah. Would they able to grow their heart for each other when one of them has betrayed the other. Would that betrayal be ever forgiven or will they remain tied by a unexpected forced nikkah.