My Love For Islam
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What's wrong with you My love? Is the baby kicking so much. Ahmed ask out of concern for his pregnant wife, when he came back with the zam zam water and found her in that condition.
No Med! It's nothing like that. Zaynah answered smiling at him, she wiped the remaining tears off her face and put her arms around him before whispering in his ears,"I am just thanking My lord you see for giving me you Abu Khadija, and our children. She looked In to his eyes lovingly and smiled again.
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Beneath His Name
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He is funny jokes. She is shy smiles. He is sarcastic. She is logistic. He finds positives in life. She finds negatives in life. He is a playground. She is a book. He stares at people, confidently. She stares at the floor, nervously. He is impulsive. She is caution. He is complex. She is simple. He is day. She is night. He is sun. She is moon. He is Mr social. She is Miss shy. They had nothing in common But still their heart rhymed, Because it takes two opposites to harmonize. You'll be surprise to know how much you can have in common with someone completely different from you.Complete
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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."Complete
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