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Hello my brothers & sisters of Earth. This is a book I compiled over the last few months about Islam...Each chappie with something new, something heart warming & something that can reach out to both Muslims...Christians...Jews... Atheists...Hindus...Buddhists...anyone!
Its not a book forcing you to believe that Muslims are perfect...or to nag you that your religion/science is false but to teach you that the same religion shown by the media as "EVIL" is peaceful...Is against things that kill the average human...drugs, smoking, alcohol, etc...
Most of all, this book is for you to enjoy as you scroll through the online pages =)
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You, my Punishment (Islamic Story)
"I know that we will never be a real couple, but we can at least be nice to each other Aneel" I told him. I've had enough. Tears were starting to prick my eyes, but I didn't let them fall. He looked over at me in a weird expression. Like if I died in front of him, he wouldn't care. "You don't get it, do you?! I. will. never. love. you! I will never care for you. You wait, every day, for me to come home and have dinner with you like normal couples do- you are pathetic. You are nothing! Absolutely nothing to me. You are not even worth my words. You are a loser who has nobody- your parents? They are just like me. They knew that you were worthless and wanted to get rid of you" he said angrily. I was not angry at him. He was telling the truth. I'm nothing. Never was, never will. I nodded. He was right. He was so damn right. Sahra Ali is eighteen years old when she gets married. It was not a marriage out of love, no, she was forced into it. Shre grew up being abused. Her parents sold her for money. No parent would do that, so are her so called parents her real parents? She is trying to survive this marriage, because she believes in Allah and knows that He had a good reason that He gave her all these pain. Aneel Osman is a badboy who wants nothing to do with Islam. He was a muslim when he was younger, but when something bad happened, he blamed Allah for it. Deep inside he knows that it is wrong, but shoves that thought away. He began doing the things Allah prohibited. There was no one to hold onto or to pull him out. He kept falling and falling. And when he has to deal with that girl his parents wants him to marry, he is losing himself more and more. Read the description in the book for the fully version! This is a short draft! ~ Salaam guys, this story is edited! Almost everything has CHANGED and it is now a mature story. I like how it turned out. Thank you for all your support! It still contains small grammar mistakes. You have been warned:)Concluída
Wounded: Our Journey Home
(Book 1) Completed: February 13th 2016 Highest rank: #05 on the what's hot list 12/1/15 Tuesday Reached 100k: 3/2/16 Wednesday Reached 200k: 7/12/17 Wednesday Reached 300k: 6/19/20 Friday this book was written when i was 15-16 so please try not to be too hard when reading "How can we heal if we will forever be wounded?" He's the boy who went to follow his dream. She's the girl he left behind. They have history not worth mentioning, especially when it involves two broken hearts. But when he decides to come to town to visit his family, they meet again. But this time all the blushing and fangirling over Riversides hottest voice is gone, and an angry woman put in her place. His intentions on coming to town were for his family, but all that changed when he saw her. All their history replayed in his mind, and getting her back was his goal. But how do you win back a heartbroken girl? A girl who once loved a boy, is now one who despises the idea of rekindling their relationship. All that he hopes to change when he shows her the old him. The guy she fell in love with and married. The guy who left her. They may be married on paper, but ever since he left, they're far from a couple. With all that said and done, he will do anything to get her back. Anything... Cover credits: @ZammuradConcluída
Islam Denounces Terrorism
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Scarred (The Ghuraba' Trilogy)
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Beloved
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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
She Is My Hayaat
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La Donna ✔️
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Pretty Little Thing | ✓
[Highest ranking: #1 in Spiritual on 15/8/18] ••• • In which a girl saved a boy's life in the most unexpected of circumstances • She drank water. He drank alcohol. She had a family who'd take a bullet for her. He had a family who'd throw him under the bus. She dreamt of her future. He dreamt of his death. Both are Muslims but only one is closer to their Lord. ••• *NOT CLICHÉ* This story in no way depicts the true Muslim culture. It's about the modern Muslims nowadays who steer away from the right path. This book contains some strong language, graphic content and violence so I advise you to read it with care. WARNING: too much cuteness you'll die squealing. ©Copyright 2018. sanasays. Any sort of plagiarism of my story will be reported immediately, and that includes my aesthetics and banners as well.Concluída
Immortal : A Collection of The Miracles of Qur'an.
My grandmother used to give me a spoon of honey every morning before I collect myself for school. I wondered why had she incited on doing this? And I asked her one day when I ditched myself from tiring school day. She replied it has many benefits according to The words of Allah. She recited from the Qur'an : { And your Lord inspired to the bee, "Take for yourself among the mountains, houses, and among the trees and [in] that which they construct. (28) Then eat from all the fruits and follow the ways of your Lord laid down [for you]." There emerges from their bellies a drink, varying in colors, in which there is healing for people. Indeed in that is a sign for a people who give thought. (29 } [ Qur'an Surah An-Nahl] Then she said in touched tone "It's one of the Miracles that has been mentioned. Make sure to have one spoon everyday even when I pass away. Words of Allah always has beneficial reflection on us when we do it. Almighty knows what would benefit us because he's the one who created us from nothing to creatures." I didn't get the honey Miracle, but I kept on practising her will because I know she knows better. As I think she never heard the scientific facts of honey, but she believed of it when she witnessed its benefits. Thus, years later I got it when I read a scientific article speaks for my religion's book that exits since 609 CE has revealed the benefits of honey before scientists even discover its components. The article hit my heart when it said it wasn't the honey only. The embryo formation from A-z, Iron sent down from space, pulsating stars, sea not mingling with one another in the Gulf of Alaska..etc. So I found there were tears fell unexpectedly. - Description extracted from one of my upcoming Novels. ;)Concluída
"I know that we will never be a real couple, but we can at least be nice to each other Aneel" I told him. I've had enough. Tears were starting to prick my eyes, but I didn't let them fall. He looked over at me in a weird expression. Like if I died in front of him, he wouldn't care. "You don't get it, do you?! I. will. never. love. you! I will never care for you. You wait, every day, for me to come home and have dinner with you like normal couples do- you are pathetic. You are nothing! Absolutely nothing to me. You are not even worth my words. You are a loser who has nobody- your parents? They are just like me. They knew that you were worthless and wanted to get rid of you" he said angrily. I was not angry at him. He was telling the truth. I'm nothing. Never was, never will. I nodded. He was right. He was so damn right. Sahra Ali is eighteen years old when she gets married. It was not a marriage out of love, no, she was forced into it. Shre grew up being abused. Her parents sold her for money. No parent would do that, so are her so called parents her real parents? She is trying to survive this marriage, because she believes in Allah and knows that He had a good reason that He gave her all these pain. Aneel Osman is a badboy who wants nothing to do with Islam. He was a muslim when he was younger, but when something bad happened, he blamed Allah for it. Deep inside he knows that it is wrong, but shoves that thought away. He began doing the things Allah prohibited. There was no one to hold onto or to pull him out. He kept falling and falling. And when he has to deal with that girl his parents wants him to marry, he is losing himself more and more. Read the description in the book for the fully version! This is a short draft! ~ Salaam guys, this story is edited! Almost everything has CHANGED and it is now a mature story. I like how it turned out. Thank you for all your support! It still contains small grammar mistakes. You have been warned:)
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