Shortcuts To Jannah
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There is no doubt that the ultimate success is to enter through the gates of Paradise and to be among the inhabitants of a place where there is no suffering, no discomfort and no hardship. But as human beings, we tend to be easily distracted and tend to forget about our ultimate goal.
Allah's mercy cannot be compiled, imagined or calculated. No book can enlist Allah's mercy and no person can calculate it even approximately for it is supreme and unimaginable. Allah , out of his mercy has given us so many easy ways to seek paradise and believe you me, if we knew even 50% of these ways, we would marvel at the mercy of our Lord. We can start with thinking how he gave us eye better than the latest Canon Camera, and how he gave us legs to walk, better than a 4 wheeler car. How he gave us something as thin as Hair for protection, beauty and etc. so you see, every atom has a portion of his mercy, and we cannot compile it at one place.
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⚠️This story is a work of fiction and explores themes based on cultural traditions, emotional struggles, and personal transformation. She stormed out to the garden. "Say something!" she snapped, eyes burning. "Or are you still playing that 'I'm-too-pure-to-talk' game? Still pretending to be holy?" And that's when Raif moved. Fast. Zariah didn't even have time to blink before her back hit the nearby pillar - not hard, but firm enough to freeze her breath. His hand gripped her waist tightly, the other at her wrist, locking her in place. His chest pressed to hers. His face was inches from hers. His voice was deep. Controlled. But deadly serious. "It's no longer like always, Zariah." Her lips parted. "I used to ignore you because I knew my limits. I'm not like those men who flirt and sin and call it love. I feared Allah more than I ever desired you." His eyes narrowed, dark fire glowing behind them. "I didn't punish you back then because I respect women - even when they spit venom. I kept my mouth shut, not because I was weak... but because you weren't my mahram. I had no right to look at you, touch you, even speak without reason." He leaned closer, and she could feel his breath brush her cheek. "But now..." His grip on her tightened, and her body trembled - not from fear, but from the intensity in his words. "Now you are my wife. Now, you belong to me. Halal. Lawful. Mine." Zariah tried to turn her face away, but he caught her chin, tilting it back to him. "Now I can do anything I want. I can touch you. I can silence your insults without guilt. And I can show you what it means to be owned in a way that'll make you crave it again." His lips brushed her neck, just for a second - before he bit her. Not soft. Not brutal. But just enough to sting, enough to leave a mark. Zariah gasped, frozen. He pulled back just a little. "This-" he said, brushing his thumb over the fresh mark on her neck, "-is the first of many."Complete
LET ME HATE YOU
A marriage neither wanted. A hatred neither understands. Two strangers tied by a past that stains everything between them. He never wanted a wife. Especially not her. Cold, distant, and poisoned by assumptions, Amaan enters the forced marriage with one intention- to keep his distance and keep his resentment alive. Asmaira enters with something far heavier- guilt. Not to protect him. Not to save him. But because she knows the truth of what happened... and she cannot bear to confess it. They have never met. But the moment they do, the air turns sharp- full of tension, unspoken accusations, and the kind of hate that feels too much like longing. He despises her for a sin she never committed. She punishes herself for a sin she never confessed. And marriage turns into a battleground where silence is a weapon... and closeness is a threat. In this house, love is impossible. Trust is deadly. But hatred? Hatred is the only thing keeping them alive.
Internal Hell
This new sensual feeling made him excited like a horse that was aggressively running to win the race. He was still consumed by the alcohol, the rain wasn't able to wash his intoxication away. His lust was raging like a fire that couldn't be extinguished, that even the light was cut off to participate in this evil scene. "No, who are you, no please no!"she was shocked when she was awoken by his dirty touch and felt their indecent position but due to darkness, she couldn't easily escape from his stronghold. She cried hopelessly, but the young man was very intoxicated, he felt very powerful, he was like a heartless beast who slowly devoured her delicate soul, every piece of it. She tried hard to get away, but she wasn't able to protect her chastity. He did it, he destroyed her. 🔥🔥🔥 To what extent could you give forgiveness? Meet the hopeless patient,Drayan Ebry Cham ,a normal 14-year old girl. A diligent practicing Muslimah, but this little angel was being dragged to the darkness, someone removed her halo, there was a man who violated her soul, who killed her laughter and burned her dignity. But after ten years, Drayan bloomed like a beautiful flower .She was fine physically,but she had an unsound mind. Meet her sinful handsome doctor,Harix Birkly Hans. A 95% angel by looks but a 100% devil by act. He wore his white coat like wings installed behind his back. But these wings clipped by his dark past and brought him to internal hell. When a temporary touch became a permanent mark When the time just worsened the pain Was 10 years enough to force someone to regret his sin? Or was it enough to run away again? If you are the sick princess would you accept the healing hands of a beast? Internal Hell(Satan doesn't shout,he whispers) 🚨: Delicate content : #1 in Spiritual(6/6/22) #1 in Forgiveness(6/4/22) #1 in Muslimlovestory(1/12/22) #1 in Repentance(3/19/22) #1 in Muslimromance(3/30/22) #1 in Lunatic(3/16/24) #1 in Hopeless(11/20/25) #1 in Test (1/Complete
Hadith's with Explanation
Bismillahir rahmanir raheem. Assalamulaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh. I will be posting one Hadith daily here, inshallah we will try to implement it in our daily life so that we can be away from the fitna of this duniya and be more closer to our beloved prophet Muhammad SAW life and his struggles. And I'll try my best to give explanation to every Hadith so that we can actually understand what our prophet SAW is advising us. I have collected all the information from different sources, books, scholars so, all the rights to their rightful owners. All the information is in the light of Quran and Hadith. The prophet SAW own high standard of morals and manners made him the best example for Muslim to follow. Allah says in the quran Indeed the messenger of Allah ( Muhammad SAW) you have an excellent example for him whose hope is in Allah and the last day and remember Allah much. (33:21)
Blessings
Assalamualaikum My Dear Brothers and Sisters of Islam!!! Daw'ah, is to call, request, encourage people to Islam. Now since we're all moderately teens who are shy when it comes to the whole introducing of Islam to others and all, why not take advantage of what we are all good at? Technology!!! This wonderful site, gives us the opportunity to create and post our own writing. I got to thinking, "Hey, while we're at it, why not create an on line book about Islam?" Many of our peers don't understand many of the things that we do, the way we dress, the things we eat, they don't really get why we do it. They're to shy to ask out in the open, so they'll always have that word nagging at the back of their heads going "why." So I have decided to create this book, so that we can inshAllah explain Islam in our own way. Notice that I said "WE". Yep, I am not solely gonna take on this task, I am human and I will mistakes, so feel fee to correct anything I write, contribute and I'll publish it along with the rest of this book also. Come on, STEP RIGHT UP, share your own bit of knowledge, because it will be a form of daw'ah and you'll get rewards, inshAllah.Complete
When Skies Are Exposed
COMPLETED ✔️✔️ ** "10 years! You have been lying to me for 10 whole years. Every single thing about you was a lie. How could you think I'd listen to anything you have to say now." She paused, lips quivering. "I'll never know if anything you say is a lie or not." Naima cried out. Tawfiq had nothing to say to justify his mistake but he just wanted to explain everything to her. To make her understand him and why he did what he did. Why he hid the truth. There was only one thing left to do. If she wouldn't listen to him then he would have to give her the one thing that would explain everything on it's own. ** "I'm tired. I just want everything to stop. I want you to be here... with me." Naima said over the phone. "You know it's impossible. At least for now. For your safety and mine. Have faith. Okay? We'll see each other soon." The person on the other side replied. "But... But..." Naima tried to explain but was cut off. "I love you, Naima but I have to go. Bye." The line went dead. ** After ten years, Tawfiq's biggest secret has been revealed. A battle for forgiveness and to make a firm stand with his final decision. Ayisha won't rest till she gets her way and Naima might never forgive him. But there are still secrets in the dark. Past lovers and relationships you never thought were possible. The sorrow. The happiness. The deaths. All because of an unbreakable bond between two different people. Naima hides a secret. What makes her secret different from Tawfiq's? Even after all the secrets are EXPOSED, some will still remain HIDDEN. A novel that will break your heart into two, cry and smile at once. This is the story of Tawfiq and Naima. The battle for a final stand. [This can't be read as a stand alone. Hidden must be read first] Book 2 of The Secret Series Started: DECEMBER 2018 Ended: APRIL 2019Complete
Road To Jannah
Rabbi shrahli sadri. wayassirli amri. wahlul uqdatam millisani. yafqahu qawli. [surah Taha]. Sometimes love can prove poisonous when you nurture the seeds of your desires rather than nurturing the seeds of your emaan. Sometimes you learn after falling and that's when reality hits you. Sometimes to overcome your desires, you need to go through it, to know why Allah forbade you to go after your desires. Sometimes infatuation is not enough for a marriage to function smoothly but rather it is the understanding between the two. Sometimes Allah makes you fall before He makes you fly just like a striving bird who flutters through the wind and when it is about to fall, it strives even harder and it takes all the strength in the bird to flourish through the heaven while glorifying Allah. Sometimes love elevates your emaan but at times it can be more dangerous than slow poison which can slowly pierce through your strong walls of emaan, steadily making them fragile enough to crumble, which took several years to build. When we have to choose between the two roads, the road which leads to jannah isn't easy. While walking, you will realize that the path is full of obstacles which would stop you midway, which would make you fall hard but, isn't the true believer the one who after falling, picks up every shattered pieces of his heart for the Lord of the A'lameen as the heart belongs only and only to him. P. S. This book is the sequel of door to jannah. So if you haven't read it yet, what are you waiting for?Complete
Mending His Heart
Bismillahir Rahmanir Rahim With the ups and the downs of this world, never fret never frown Allah know's. No matter what's inside or out there is something of which there is no doubt Allah knows, Allah knows. And wherever lies in the heavens and the earth. Every star in this whole universe Allah knows. With a smile on their face But a hidden pain in their heart living them in darkness With a small hint of hope Telling them that everything will be okay And maybe Just maybe they will get to see their love one's one day. If Today they're are happy The next day they will be sad Wanting to leave the world And perhaps they will find peace there. But that day never comes Their life gets tough everyday Everything seems as if the world is against them And whenever they thinks Of a wrong thing they did They never get one But why are they so many challenges in their life?. They don't want to trust Because they're afraid Afraid of another pain For they're not heal from the previous one. And now in their room As they stare at the darkness With no feelings in their heart But words on their mouth That fails to express They only find the courage to scibble some words And they just hope that one day they will see their light at the end of all the sufferings. If you're ready to join this ride with me kindly tighten your belt because it's gonna be a roll coaster ride with me💃💃💃❤ Aeesha_ahmad ❤.Complete
⚠️This story is a work of fiction and explores themes based on cultural traditions, emotional struggles, and personal transformation. She stormed out to the garden. "Say something!" she snapped, eyes burning. "Or are you still playing that 'I'm-too-pure-to-talk' game? Still pretending to be holy?" And that's when Raif moved. Fast. Zariah didn't even have time to blink before her back hit the nearby pillar - not hard, but firm enough to freeze her breath. His hand gripped her waist tightly, the other at her wrist, locking her in place. His chest pressed to hers. His face was inches from hers. His voice was deep. Controlled. But deadly serious. "It's no longer like always, Zariah." Her lips parted. "I used to ignore you because I knew my limits. I'm not like those men who flirt and sin and call it love. I feared Allah more than I ever desired you." His eyes narrowed, dark fire glowing behind them. "I didn't punish you back then because I respect women - even when they spit venom. I kept my mouth shut, not because I was weak... but because you weren't my mahram. I had no right to look at you, touch you, even speak without reason." He leaned closer, and she could feel his breath brush her cheek. "But now..." His grip on her tightened, and her body trembled - not from fear, but from the intensity in his words. "Now you are my wife. Now, you belong to me. Halal. Lawful. Mine." Zariah tried to turn her face away, but he caught her chin, tilting it back to him. "Now I can do anything I want. I can touch you. I can silence your insults without guilt. And I can show you what it means to be owned in a way that'll make you crave it again." His lips brushed her neck, just for a second - before he bit her. Not soft. Not brutal. But just enough to sting, enough to leave a mark. Zariah gasped, frozen. He pulled back just a little. "This-" he said, brushing his thumb over the fresh mark on her neck, "-is the first of many."
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