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The Circle Of The Qur'an [Arc Two | The Number One Legacy Apprentice!]

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THE CIRCLE OF THE QUR'AN (#2) 

"In a world of genius scholars and ascetic saints, of sinners and sorcerers, a world of scheming leaders and kingdoms in turmoil, and when spirits created from fire appear, only one would survive who brings to his Lord a pure heart..."

A land where knowledge, purity of the heart, and morality is everything...

Five youngsters from a backwater city, under the tutelage of a travelling scholar and Mujtahid, enter into a world of knowledge and pious asceticism, vying with the chosen in an epoch-making tournament.

On the eve of the Grand competition however, a catastrophe strikes, and the scholar disappears..

Even before they had the chance to represent their city Tâ Hâ, the five Quraa' are forced to withdraw..

...

Washed ashore the Island city, Arkaan is a youth seeking to correct and make up his past, even if that means challenging the four tribes and echelon in order to revive the Scholar's circle, 'Inabah.

He's a youth with a dark past, and the world he has entered is one of the cultivation of hearts.

When Arkaan meets the five Quraa and offers his help, will they trust him and follow his lead?

As the mysterious foreign sixth apprentice, and possessor of a mystic diary that has deep secrets even the King of the land seeks to solve, Arkaan would be plunged in a much larger world with plots even thicker than he could ever imagine.

He must replace those at the top of Qur'an cultivation, purify his heart, and travel the land, meeting spirits and solving mysteries.

A boy is washed ashore a backwater city. There - a story begins..

In Tâ Hâ was a Scholar, and - five Quraa',

•An exiled prince

•A young scholar

•A child saint

•A repentant sinner

•And the Sayyid of their generation

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Both Muslims and Non-Muslims are highly welcome to read this Islamic fantasy!:DAll Rights Reserved

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Wanted to be loved (Islamic Story) by Delicate_crystals

"You will do it. You have to teach me. I will make you do it." He took a step toward me. I didn't stepped back, expressing that I was not afraid, ready for anything. "I will inform the Principal that you have caused another plight. And he will blindly accept it. And threw you out of his college." He threatened me. His lips tugged up to evil smirk. He stepped back, making measurable distance between us. I breath out a sigh of relief. "And you are already a transfer student. You might have no career ahead." He finished, as the smirk playing on his lips grew wider. He really have lost his sanity, didn't he? "Do you really believe, that I will be terrified with your empty threats." I narrowed my eyes at him. My growing lava of rage from the past days over took, ready for a rupture. I won't back out this time. "Never!" I screamed at out of my lungs. "I have went through hell! And I can start from scratches again." I spat at him and tried to walk pass him. As I said 'tried' He grabbed my arm, pulled me back harshly. I stumbled back prevented myself from falling. His smirk faded away, giving space to a deep scowl. My elbow started growing in deep pain. You are stronger than this. "You have not even witnessed hell. Blue. But if you walk pass me, ignore my demand again, I will make sure that you engross every part of hell. Blue." He warned me, but he didn't know what I have faced. "I dare you Damon!" with that said I left the room. Leaving him alone once again ○○○•○•○•○•○•○○•○•○•○○• This is a story about a broken heart bad boy and a miserable life of a muslim girl. Will she ever be able to cure his broken heart and fix her life with him? Or things will take a new turn, and they will be drowned in unpredictable tragedy.

The Circle Of The Qur'an #1[The Arkaan Series] ✓ by Attaruwa

#1 in quran on 29/06/2020, 3 days after completion! "In a world of genius scholars and ascetic saints, of sinners and sorcerers, a world of scheming leaders and kingdoms in turmoil, and when spirits created from fire appear, only one would survive who brings to his Lord a pure heart..." A land where knowledge, purity of the heart, and morality is everything... Five youngsters from a backwater city, under the tutelage of a travelling scholar and Mujtahid, enter into a world of knowledge and pious asceticism, vying with the chosen in an epoch-making tournament. On the eve of the Grand competition however, a catastrophe strikes, and the scholar disappears.. Even before they had the chance to represent their city Tâ Hâ, the five Quraa' are forced to withdraw.. ... Washed ashore the Island city, Arkaan is a youth seeking to correct and make up his past, even if that means challenging the four tribes and echelon in order to revive the Scholar's circle, 'Inabah. He's a youth with a dark past, and the world he has entered is one of the cultivation of hearts. When Arkaan meets the five Quraa and offers his help, will they trust him and follow his lead? As the mysterious foreign sixth apprentice, and possessor of a mystic diary that has deep secrets even the King of the land seeks to solve, Arkaan would be plunged in a much larger world with plots even thicker than he could ever imagine. He must replace those at the top of Qur'an cultivation, purify his heart, and travel the land, meeting spirits and solving mysteries. A boy is washed ashore a backwater city. There - a story begins.. In Tâ Hâ was a Scholar, and - five Quraa', •An exiled prince •A young scholar •A child saint •A repentant sinner •And the Sayyid of their generation •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Both Muslims and Non-Muslims are highly welcome to read this Islamic fantasy!:D

Ruhani ~ The Language Of Love by magicallovely

Sitting on the bed, I was waiting for my husband to arrive. It was our wedding Night. I rolled my toes as the visuals of him slowly touching my cheeks, making love to me was blurring my vision again and again. I was trying to compress my frequent blush that were turning my cheeks warm like candles. My lips unknowingly turning into the slight smile. Suddenly, the door pushed open and I shivered slightly. I could hear the slow and faded footsteps of him coming closer. I couldn't see him as my eyes were low and even covered with the veil. I felt him sitting on the bed, a little away from me. He was Sultan Aashiq Ibrahim Khan, my husband, and my childhood love. Ever since, I started knowing this world. I had imagined him my husband. And now, we were married through an arranged marriage. "What's your name? Begum," His voice was dark and deep. But it made my smile vanished all of sudden. My heart started beating insanely. I terrified honestly. "Tell me," he asked again. My eyes turned teary as I realised that he had no clue about my muteness. Yes, I couldn't speak. I had lost my voice forever in accident. But, the much I remember my father sent him a letter revealing it. "What happened? Are you okay?" He asked with concern, pulling my veil up. The tears left my eyes and I shivered. I sucked on my lips as my throat turned dry. Even my cries didn't have any voice. I moved my fingers to signal him that I was mute, a voiceless princess. But, his eyebrows turned in a thinned line and a immense shock was clear on his face. "Your fa... Family lied to me?" He stood up from the bed in anger. *** The life was difficult for ladies back in 17th century but it was worse for specially abled. This is the love story of Ruhani, a princess who can't speak but has a lot to say. Ever since, she lost her voice, she learnt to nod for everything and when she married to her childhood crush. Her life turned a complete turn. Mature content!!! It also have triggering scenes!!!

Hijabi Not in Distress by sabeenthememe

#4 in highschoollovestory on 11/2/2020 ****This book starts off with the present time of a wedding and reveals a hidden love story**** Now, going to be married, Sairah reminisces about her past love story. Sairah's a hijabi... and life as a hijabi isn't easy at Kendale High School. Sairah is witty, sarcastic, modest and beautiful. She receives looks of admiration, and hatred because of her loyalty to her religion. However, one day someone takes things too far... Ahmed, the new kid was also Muslim and had just moved to LA. He's bold, charming, egoistic, handsome, and sometimes gets a little too in over his head. However, when Sairah's and his path clash insults are exchanged and so is flattery. Learn the eventual result of these two hot-headed Muslims and where life takes them... Both start off with a rather teasing and sarcastic friendship, but time leads them into something more-- something beautiful. ************************************************************************************************ "Now? Now I have to deal with you throwing all your hard work for a girl! A girl Ahmed! A girl!" He emphasizes 'girl' with annoyance and disappointment. I clench my jaw getting heated. "Dad she is NOT some girl okay! I love her and she loves me! She is more than just some girl!" I soften my tone, "dad I love her okay and I'm not leaving NYU because of her. I'm not even thinking about NYU for her. And for our future together." I try to reason with my dad who is shaking his head in disbelief. "Ahmed I know you care about her okay. There's nothing wrong with falling in love-- unless she's taking you away from your life plan!" My dad explains visibly frustrated. "Dad, it was never my life plan to begin with. It was yours!" I run a hand through my hair. ************************************************************************************************ ALSO, THIS STORY IS A TAD RELIGIOUS BUT IT IS FICTIONAL

"Goodbye Curly Head" by NUmaker

Through thick and thin the Law shall prevail. A new sense of purpose awaits us, children of light, in the land where it all began. The darkness in which we once cowered in fear, now curbed by the might of our endless light. Come, brothers, come, sisters. Let there be peace among the wicked, just as the Law dictates. Peace and certainty is all that you have ever longed for, little angel. A bright, stable future. A roof without holes above thy head. Acknowledgement and recognition of thy existence, feverish dreams of grandeur. Greed born from yearning, treacherous vines of rapacity taint your innocent soul. You seek a future that does not exist. Let thy fingers hold the fragile line between dream and nightmare. Let thy light navigate the path. Shall thee give in and falter, O' land of old, envelop his body in thy unending flame of chaos. Spit out nothing but an empty husk, the remnants of a smile once so bright. Shall thee prevail, O', Great Kazdel, I ask of you, the impossible - take mercy on the innocent. Don't let the radiance dim and don't let the mind turn bleak. Wake, young traveler. Bid thy farewells and burn thy bridges. It's time to say goodbye, curly head. Cross post from AO3. For a shorter and more on-point description, look no further! I had something silly written up before throwing it out in exchange for that wall of text upstairs. It's a little story "about a young, dumb sankta who's been dealt a bad hand at life, looking for his place in all this mess. The pointless search for a better future leads him far, far away from home, to a country forever ravaged by war and misery - Kazdel, the promised land where devils roam free and peace feels out of place." Anyway, it's quite lengthy, but hopefully enjoyable? Slide a comment if you want, I'll give you a tiny kiss on the forehead. Man, do I love comments. (Lastly, to point out, English is not my native language, but I don't think it'll be much of an issue ;3)

The Tale of Timus : Book 1, the bracelet of evilness. by Timxwrite

{continues}This is tale that follows an well respected, adventurous and reasonable young man who. Has always wanted adventure. His name is Timûs, growing up and working as bar tender, his world be flipped up side down. An well known Druid by name of Sandor who tells Timûs is next in line to the throne of the kingdom of life. Aswell, that he is tasked with mission to reclaim his rightful place and next inline. But, there is doom in the east of the world. A evil sorcerers, who rules with torture. His name is kranks, ruler, sorcerers and army of goblins, gnomes and trolls. The sorcerer has one weapon that he uses, bracelet, that turns the user into madnes. As when Timûs was growing up his farther, lord p , and his mother who was the queen, queen, and the Imp who was the economically trained , Tock, who also trained as worrier . Timûs doesn't go alone. His two cousins, kitor and Andor who were his long lost cousins. The charismatic elf Josen, the Druid Sandor and the dwarf brothers Garo and Fardor. As well the elven scout called Fár. To seek out the bracelet and destroy it. But there is two outlanders an a troll of the name of Mashder who speaks, but, only little. bow master of the name of Adamer that Timûs comes across. As when Timûs gose on adventure, there is untrustworthy, ugly, lying gnome by name of Sumbumer. who she is corrupted by of the Bracelet. Aswell, Timûs has only wanted one thing. That would be have girl friend, who his called, Eellaer, who is only year younger than Timûs. Reason, willingness, braveness and knowledge all Timûs needs to go on this adventure.

Striving Muslimah by love_you_Allah_

AND WE CREATED YOU IN PAIRS (78:8) UNDER EDITING Note: IF YOU SEE ANY MISTAKE/ERROR PLEASE NOTIFY ME IN THE COMMENTS Thanks😘 _______________________________________ _______________________________________ "Do you really wanna know sweetheart" he replied with a grin Urghhh what do I do now... "Don't you dare touch me again" I warned him He got up from bed, came in front of me... I was staring in his lite brown eyes ... With the "I am not afraid of you" look He came very close and said "Be ready, we have to go to your parents and also have your sister's reception to attend " huskily.... I became statue... And came back to earth when I heard the walk in closet door opened and then closed... **************** Zyva Mohammad... And Aarib Ibrahim... A billionaire, who Fell for an ordinary girl and got married to her forcefully.... Let's see what happens... Jazakallahu khairan kaseeran And do checkout an amazing book "Quranic Wisdom" It has very short chapters and great lessons.. Hope you'll love it. 😁 Do a good deed in you free time😉 do like it Comment I hope you all like Inshallah I will try to satisfy you all.... so its my first story hoping for positive response.. #2 Latest #5 faith #10 Importance #66 Spiritual #163 General Fiction

Destined To Be With You by sidra_akhlaq

"How I wish you had first seen your ugly face in the damn mirror before confessing your shitty feelings to me!" He smiled cunningly while taking a sip from his wine.The floor beneath my feet slipped off like an ice as he brutally threw another dagger towards my heart "You are just a piece of shit, YOU UGLY GOLD DIGGER! You should have at least compared our statuses." He spat those words right on my face while his olive green eyes boiled with lava.I cried like a child and voiced my pain in between those merciless hiccups "I neither loved your money, nor your looks, nor your status. It's only your soul which I had dearly loved since 18 years, Shahveer for God's sake don't do this" I begged him while joining both of my hands.His friends laughed hysterically while calling me with abusive names.He came closer and raised his wine up to the level of my eyes making me feel cringe "Apparently, your filthy caliber doesn't match my prestigious one, sweetheart. Your face is not even worthy to be spat upon" And that's when my whole world collapsed. I blurted out something which I shouldn't have had "I pray to my Lord! May you suffer through the same pain which you have given to me" I cried He laughed "May you madly and deeply fall in love with someone who would also laugh at you" That cunning smile eventually started to fade "May you crazily fall in love only to get humiliation in return and may your heart bleed with the pain of rejection" I continuously denounced evil prayers upon him until my vision started to black out What happens when two spiritually opposite souls are destined to be attracted towards each other but one has to lead a regretful life, while the other has to kill all the dreams?To know more, join the painful spiritual journey of an innocent soul and a ruthless man and let the love whisper through your soul. THIS BOOK ONLY BELONGS TO SIDRA AKHLAQ. ANYONE TRYING TO COPY IT OR ACCUSE IT FOR BEING PLAGIARISED WILL BE REPORTED IMMEDIATELY

It Started with a Hijabi's Diary by flower_seeds_

"And they plot and plan, and ALLAH plans and ALLAH is the best of planners" (Al-Quran) "Can you tell me to whom this diary belongs?" The person gave me a bored look and I took a long breath to ease the ache in my lungs. I don't think I've ever ran this much in my life. I gave him a pleading look. "Please?! It's really important!". The person looked at me with a face void of any emotions. "Please!!" I don't think I've ever used this word for anyone except my family. I just ordered and it happened. But it didn't seem to be happening right now. I took a last glance at the person giving him a desperate look, then ran to other people. One clue, Just one!! Alteast a little hint!! I kneeled down on the road, not caring about anything and pleaded to Allah Almighty, keeping the diary close to me as it's the most precious thing in the world, the beads present in its cover poking my chest, "Please Allah! I'm sorry for all the sins I've ever done in my life. Surely, You're the most merciful. Please, find me a way to her. Let me meet her. Oh, Allah! Only You know if I don't go to her, what will happen. Please help me." I looked at the diary, its beads shining in the sunlight, and still keeping it close to my chest, I sat at the pavement looking defeated but I won't lose hope. I would not lose hope!! Then I heard heavy footsteps and then someone placed a hand on my shoulder and I turned only to feel like all the trucks of the world attacked me at once. It can't happen. No, no please no!! NOO!!! ____ It's a tale of motivation, Faith, Iman, Tawaqqul, Taqwa, mystery, twists and true love It's a tale of a diary "It all started with a Hijabi's diary! Now none of us knows how it's going to end" #1 in guiding #6 in Quran #1 in Taqwa #47 in mysteryromance #69 in Islam

Anfal's Ibtihaj ✔ by gulle_jana

" I do!!" She said in shaky tone. It was still unbelievable for her that her dad made her deal with a Mafia king just for some pennys. She could see the smirk of her ownership in his eyes and a golden cage in which she will have to spend her rest of life. _______________ "Let's see how will you wear all these shameless clothes in my house!!" He said throwing glowing match stick on a pile of clothes in front of him. She was looking at him with wide eyes. "Hey..Stop!!!" She tried to stop him but he yanked her away making her fall on ground. "Remember that I am not your fucking Hassan who will bear all your these shitty tantrums!! This is my house and here follows the rules I, Ibtihaj Ibrahim Usmani makes!!!" He said clenching her jaw. ______________ She was an innocent soul. He kills mercilessly. She was an independent bird. He used to cage birds. He hates her dressing. She hates everything about him. Both were loathing each other's existence not knowing that Allah has bounded them the day they were born till the day of judgement. A story of a girl who never gave a damn about religion. Fashion was her life but there came a point in her life when she wanted to change but the thought disturbed her was that will Allah forgive her?? A story of a man who never thought about a single girl. His work, his gang, his people were all he cared about. They say love can change anyone and anything!! let's see how love changes shameless dressing of Anfal and beasty nature of Ibtihaj. Let's see how they become from "Anfal" and "Ibtihaj" to "Anfal's Ibtihaj". Will Anfal's quest of making Ibtihaj "Anfal's Ibtihaj" be completed?? An enthralling and heart quenching tail of a Mafia man and a normal girl. If you are depressed and thinks that you are worthless and you are big sinner that Allah will never love you ever and forgive you... then!! My beautiful and precious gem!! this story is for you!!❤ Alteast give it a try!! 😊 ~Thank you

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"You will do it. You have to teach me. I will make you do it." He took a step toward me. I didn't stepped back, expressing that I was not afraid, ready for anything. "I will inform the Principal that you have caused another plight. And he will blindly accept it. And threw you out of his college." He threatened me. His lips tugged up to evil smirk. He stepped back, making measurable distance between us. I breath out a sigh of relief. "And you are already a transfer student. You might have no career ahead." He finished, as the smirk playing on his lips grew wider. He really have lost his sanity, didn't he? "Do you really believe, that I will be terrified with your empty threats." I narrowed my eyes at him. My growing lava of rage from the past days over took, ready for a rupture. I won't back out this time. "Never!" I screamed at out of my lungs. "I have went through hell! And I can start from scratches again." I spat at him and tried to walk pass him. As I said 'tried' He grabbed my arm, pulled me back harshly. I stumbled back prevented myself from falling. His smirk faded away, giving space to a deep scowl. My elbow started growing in deep pain. You are stronger than this. "You have not even witnessed hell. Blue. But if you walk pass me, ignore my demand again, I will make sure that you engross every part of hell. Blue." He warned me, but he didn't know what I have faced. "I dare you Damon!" with that said I left the room. Leaving him alone once again ○○○•○•○•○•○•○○•○•○•○○• This is a story about a broken heart bad boy and a miserable life of a muslim girl. Will she ever be able to cure his broken heart and fix her life with him? Or things will take a new turn, and they will be drowned in unpredictable tragedy.