Hue and Cry
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#FreePalestine
Allah SWT said:
الَّذِينَ أُخْرِجُوا مِنْ دِيٰرِهِمْ بِغَيْرِ حَقٍّ إِلَّآ أَنْ يَقُولُوا رَبُّنَا اللَّهُ ۗ وَلَوْلَا دَفْعُ اللَّهِ النَّاسَ بَعْضَهُمْ بِبَعْضٍ لَّهُدِّمَتْ صَوٰمِعُ وَبِيَعٌ وَصَلَوٰتٌ وَمَسٰجِدُ يُذْكَرُ فِيهَا اسْمُ اللَّهِ كَثِيرًا ۗ وَلَيَنْصُرَنَّ اللَّهُ مَنْ يَنْصُرُهُۥٓ ۗ إِنَّ اللَّهَ لَقَوِىٌّ عَزِيزٌ
"[They are] those who have been evicted from their homes without right - only because they say, Our Lord is Allah. And were it not that Allah checks the people, some by means of others, there would have been demolished monasteries, churches, synagogues, and mosques in which the name of Allah is much mentioned. And Allah will surely support those who support Him. Indeed, Allah is Powerful and Exalted in Might."
(QS. Al-Hajj 22: Verse 40)
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"Are you sure you're there to make peace?" I questioned him. He gave me a confusion look. "Excuse me?" he asked with annoyance in his voice. "If you're there to make PEACE then why thousand of innocent people die.... Women, Children" I said this time I raised my voice, I was really angry. "Everyone knows that Palestine is safe now" he said.By the look on his face he was angry. "Thats what the media wants us to believe, I have one question, if thats ok" I questioned him, he nodded his head and said "Sure go ahead". "Have you ever been in Palestine?" I questioned, he shook his head as no. Silence filled the room, it was death silence, until I decided to break it. "Then dont tell me that Palestine is safe or its in peace, We may own the name Palestine but we do not own the land because of your country." I shout out last part,with that I grabbed my bag and my notes and headed towards the exit until I heard him speak again. "I will not discuss that with you in here" he said. I shook my head in disbelief and walk out the conference room. Rana Kaya 20 years old, half Turkish and half Palestinian girl who witnessed her mother's death, she was only eight years old when she saw her mother hanged herself before her eyes. Now 12 years past, almost every night she has night mares about her mother suicide,cant forget or forgive her past. One day she meets David Stasi 25 year old lawyer and Israeli representatives nephew. They instantly hate each other, but little do they know they are falling for each other.Concluída
Guilted: Wars Against The Past (Editing)
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]Concluída
Mafia's Forced Wife
Being a Muslim girl and in a conservative family with three protective brothers to care for you for your entire life....It makes you spoiled, protected and well naïve to some point. My name is Sharia Qureshi. I am a cardiologist. Saving lives gives me the reason to live. I believe that living life for yourself is easy but giving a part of it to others is something worth living for. Starting as an intern at a reputated hospital was all I wanted after completing my degree. But never in my life I expected Allah would turn my life from a free spirited girl to damsel in distress with none other than the shaitaan(devil). #################### "You never married me with my own free will. You forced me and my family into this. Allah will make you pay for this." He started laughing at my face mocking my words. Breaking me. Showing me how powerless I was in front of him. He closed the gap between us, stepping dangerously close. I took a sharp breath as he held my my hair painfully pushing my scalp back leaving burning sensation. He leaned down to whisper hotly in my ears."You are mine and only mine to give pain. You will beg me to be free." # 15 Compassion (06/21/2021) #1 Compassion (10/19/2022)Concluída
Words Unspoken
There is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be held. Sit down in this circle. Quit acting like a wolf, and feel the shepherd's love filling you. At night, your beloved wanders. Don't accept consolations. Close your mouth against food. Taste the food. You moan, "She left me." "He left me." Twenty more will come. Be empty of worrying. Think of who created thought! Why do you stay in prison when the door is so wide open? Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking. Live in silence. Flow down and down in always widening rings of being. There's a strange frenzy in my head, of birds, flying, each particle circulating on its own. Is the one I love everywhere? Drunks fear the police, but the police are drunk too. People in this town love them both like different chess pieces. ----------------------------------- All things that we hide in our hearts eat us alive. This book is - full of emotions, love, care and agitation. Well, you need to read this to know what's in. Moreover, It consists of quotes, snippets, poems, bits of advice...Ummm simply deep and random stuff. Go Ahead! HIGHEST rank #1 in poetry as of 19.02.2018 ----------------------------------- 4/10/17 --- 19/04/18Concluída
Love is Faith (An Islamic love story) *completed*
#2 in 'right path' on 1/7/18 #58 in 'Islamic' on 26/6/18 #66 in #rockstar on 27/6/18 Have you committed a sin, that later made you realize, was not at all affordable for you? Do you regret it? Do you think you would be able to earn forgiveness? Will Allah really forgive you?..... Sometimes we only 'expect' when we love someone, whether it be a person or Allah. We forget that we must have something to offer too, and what it is? It is faith! Our lives are more than the fairytale love stories we dream of, luxuries we adore and things we long for. We are humans, we are never perfect, we sin, we are unthankful....and sometimes it all gets worse...So are my characters, Hareem and Zohaib, they are not role models, they are learners who like us learn all the way through their journey of life. In this story you will find them sinning, complaining, regretting, loosing, becoming helpless, falling, struggling and succeeding. They were meant to suffer, to feel pain, to struggle, they were not lovers... Their journey is like ours, real, painful and the one with a lot of lessons! Their fates interwove but not in a way you have been reading or hearing before....it was different, it was realistic, unlike a fairytale...where is "Love" then? yes that's the right question...it is in the story preserved for you to read...a story with Quran in it, a story with the blessings of Allah AND.... a story of 'Love'....Concluída
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Broken Souls (Editing).
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