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This is Hussain

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Parts 13
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The children looked - in despair - towards the Euphrates river. Withered lips dreamt of dew... Young girls whose hearts had reached their throats listened - in terror - to the drums of the battalion which was dreaming of conquest and captivity and crazy vultures hovered waiting for the moment to pounce. The moments of sunset accumulated inflamed...

The Euphrates blazed behind the fiery peaks of palms. The night was about to fall as the darkness slithered on the sand. Sadness wandered through the tents spreading its heavy shadow and groans rose from everywhere. As green dreams yearn for rain, fertility and life...All Rights Reserved

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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

Shamsherpur-er Jaamidarni by huma_ihmal

In the quiet recesses of the heart, there exists a mystery that has confounded men for centuries-a creation so delicate, yet so resilient, that even a mere glance, if harsh, can unravel her. She weeps not just with her eyes, but with her very soul, each tear a testament to the depth of her emotions, each sob a silent symphony of pain that echoes in the corridors of the heart. To the unknowing, it is baffling-how could a single tear, shed by someone barely known, hold the power to make the heart twitch with an unfamiliar ache? And yet, this fragile creation, with her trembling lips and quivering voice, has the power to melt the hardest of hearts. A single, tender kiss placed upon those trembling lips can drown an ocean of anguish, can soothe wounds that words could never reach. It is a paradox, this power she holds-a power unfaded by time, unchanged by the passing of centuries. It is the same today as it was in days long past, a timeless dance of vulnerability and strength, of love and longing. And it is in this dance that the heart finds its truest rhythm, beating in time with the mystery of a woman. ~~~ Delve into a world where tradition and love intertwine, where the echoes of a prestigious legacy reverberate through the corridors of a grand Jaamidar estate.

Our Hopes For Forever ✔︎ by hijabygirlFa_h

(Featured by wattpad) She was lost in her own thoughts.She felt like there was no one who could heal her wound. Her tears were falling from her eyes as if like a rain was falling heavily. In all a sudden her world stopped since she had got that wound.She wanted to a do a magic, but she knew, nothing could be done.She knew it, it's only Allah could do this magic to her. All talks were flashing in her mind.She tried to stop being weak but even though she could not be strong. "DO YOU THINK I AM YEARNING TO BE WITH YOU?"He shouted and was furiously."JUST GET LOST FOOL! MIND YOU! IF YOU AGAIN DO THIS-"He pointed his finger towards me and his eyes were full of angryness. He squeezed his teeth.Before I opened my mouth to speak,Zaheer told me to go in my room."Why it's happen this to me only, do I deserve all of this?"Since she went in this level of her life,all her hopes were destroying.This kind of level is important for all of us as a human.She started to never have hope in life. But why? It is said we must have hope in life.Why she is feeling weak? What's that level? Why is she crying?What type of wound she gets?Why is she feeling unlucky? #This story wants to show you with every difficulty there is relief, because difficult roads often lead to beautiful destinations. But you don't know what this one will lead.And now if you want to know the answers of the questions, you will add this story in your reading list and library.You'll read it, vote and surely comment. Note:Dear readers, this story is for everyone, for Muslims and non-Muslims, you'll learn many things in this story, if it's require then you'll need to keep a box of tissue near to you, you'll need also to keep a popcorn next to you so that you can enjoy this story :) This story is different and let's see why this story meant"Our Hopes For Forever" when she never believed in hope. Will it lead to a sad or beautiful destination? ➰Written and edited by : hijabygirlFa_h. ➰ Copyright© hijabygirlFa_h

QAIS by armaghanso

"She was his mirage, a dream he could only chase. He was her living hell, a nightmare she could not escape." Layla Mustafa is the only girl in her family allowed to go to university. Belonging to a strict patriarchal background, Layla, the shy and suppressed girl, could only dream of falling in love. That was until she met Zaviyar Malik, the warmest man she had ever met. Layla loved Zaviyar. Zaviyar loved Layla. They were meant for each other. The equation should have been complete. A fated Happily Ever After. But they forgot to consider one factor. One dangerous factor..... 𝘘𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘒𝘩𝘢𝘯. Qais who was just another name for the devil himself. He spilled blood like water. Killed like it was a hobby. But more than anything... he loved like it was a sin. Madly. Addictively. and Dangerously. One mistake is all it takes for Layla to fall into the hands of the devil. Layla was a lover, not a fighter. And Qais was a killer, not a lover. What happens when the roles are reversed? What happens when fate brings them together?

Towards Dawn #Wattys2016 by erumkhan19

Yes they have seen dawn... They have witnessed the most beautiful moments but for that they had to stay up the whole night, had to count all the stars for a thousand of times before finding that ray of hope and light.... they had to go through all the darkness to catch the bliss. But that darkness that chaos, only made them crave more for the light and the more their nights went darker the hungrier they became for.... the dawn. "Towards Dawn" is the story of Hussain and Tehreem, of you and me. In fact, its not just a story but reality; reality we all face at one point of our lives when life wants and demands from us, something bigger than we have ever dreamed of and only then we realize the purpose of living. Sometimes it is worth staying in darkness for only then we find our morning....our Dawn. .... Come and join Tehreem, Hussain and Me, in the journey towards Dawn..... Hope you'll find yours soon ;) <3

A silent cry by aszmxm

"and after all this time of waiting the devil would reach out to me and whisper, he's dead and you are here, how much longer will you wait, how much longer would you deny the truth, at some point, I was afraid that he would unlock my ribcage and send these words to my heart. " COMPLETE BUT I'M STILL EDITING!

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."

Azaadiyan by AishaN122

She knew this bus wasn't going to bring her to school today. She was afraid and scared that she would have to face this day. But it all happened and no matter how hard she tried to escape, in the end she went back to her place. He never chose to be who he is and do what he does. But he was glad he had power and superiority. The moment his eyes laid on her, he want it to have her and she became his only desire. A girl who's ready to do anything to get out of hell and pursue her dreams and a guy who's ready to do anything to make her his. When their paths collide, everything starts turning around. Will this story end well? Will she escape? Will he get what he wants? Read to find out!

Her Vocation by alin958

"Allah guides whom He wills to the straight path." (Al Baqarah | 213) Aasiya is the girl who has it all. At least that's what everyone tells her. So, why can't she escape this emptiness inside her; that's slowly eating her away? Moving back to Pakistan for her medical degree was the answer she sought, but her life turns upside down, when she is forced into an unwanted alliance. Can Aasiya untangle the knots of her heart, as she journeys through life, whilst battling with herself? Will a happy ending await her, with the one she desires? Or truth will break her and cause her to fall apart? *RATE ON GOODREADS*

Zayyad by ASDadore

ZAYYAD Synopsis: The companions of the prophet Muhammad peace be upon him shared the deen of Allah all over the world. Their followers also followed in their footsteps. Sageer Al'amin brought Islam to a place in the vast Arabian desert peninsula. The citizens, being engrossed in deep polytheism and evil monarchy rejected the message of Allah. Al'amin was treated badly but luckily with the light of Islam, some people converted to Muslims and surrounded him with aid. The deen of Allah spread slowly which made the king angry. They started mistreating the Muslims which led to conflicts and small-scale wars. In the process, Al'amin was killed. The Muslims fought their way out and in a few years established their cities, despite the Kafir's interference. Their power grew as more Muslims were born. The peninsula was divided into three; the kafir empire: Shams, the Muslim Emirates: Noor Al-Islam, and the Gold Empire. After his mother was abandoned by his father because she chose to convert to Islam, Zayyad grew up with his mother in Amatran. The Shams empire was trying its best to eradicate the Muslim cities, so the Muslims built up their armies too. Being a hot-blooded youth, who was determined to join the jihad and also find his father, Zayyad joined the recruitment of the Noor army. He found himself in a training ground where they were taught how to fight and more about their deen. Zayyad trained and joined the war, being entangled with many known and unknown vices. Their aim; make the deen of Allah prosper.

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It Started with a Hijabi's Diary cover

Shamsherpur-er Jaamidarni cover

Our Hopes For Forever ✔�︎ cover

Towards Dawn #Wattys2016 cover

A silent cry cover

His Soul✔️ cover

Azaadiyan cover

Her Vocation cover

It Started with a Hijabi's Diary

"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