Noor Al Qalb || (Names Under Editing)

Noor Al Qalb || (Names Under Editing)

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"No One Is Too Pious To Not Sin And No One Is Too Sinful To Not Repent." This is not just a story. It is a wound carved into words. It whispers that even the righteous can fall, and even the sinful can rise. That pride can destroy faith, and despair can bury hope... yet Allah's mercy never closes its doors. This is the heartbeat of Noor al Qalb. It is a tale of falling so hard the earth could swallow you... and rising again because His forgiveness was always waiting. Noor al Qalb is a tale of breaking and returning, of justice that humbles and mercy that heals. Of a light in the heart sin tried to smother, but could never kill. Because when Allah calls you back, no night is strong enough to keep you away from His dawn. A journey where sins turn into sujood, and even the darkest night bows before His light.... It is the proof that even in ruins, the heart can find its way back to light.
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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]

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