minarrihil ahmar
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Ongoing, First published Nov 10, 2016
sekadar perkongsian.. moga2 mendapat menfaat..
Pada satu ketika dimana Nabi Allah Sulaiman duduk di singgahsananya,
Maka datang satu lembaga yang cukup besar, maka bertanya Nabi Allah
Sulaiman "siapakah engkau".

Maka dijawab olih lembaga tersebut bahawa akulah Rihul Ahmar....dan
Aku bila memasuki rongga anak adam, maka lumpuh, keluar darah dari
Rongga, dan apabila aku memasuki otak anak adam, maka menjadi
gilalah anak adam,

Maka diperintahkan oleh Nabi Sulaiman a.s supaya membakar lembaga
tersebut, maka berkata Rihul Ahmar kepada Nabi Sulaiman a.s bahawa
"Aku kekal sehingga hari kiamat, tiada sesiapa yg dapat membinasakan
Aku melainkan Allah. Lalu Rihul Ahmar pun ghaiblah.

Diriwayatkan cucunda Nabi Muhammad S.A.W. terkena Rihul Ahmar
Sehingga keluar darah dari rongga hidungnya. Maka datang jibril kepada
Nabi S.A.W.  bertanya Nabi kepada jibril. Maka ghaib sebentar jibril lalu
Kembali mengajari akan doa Rihul Ahmar kepada Nabi S.A.W. kemudian
Dibaca doa tersebut kepada cucundanya dan dengan sekejap jua
Sembuh serta merta. Lalu bersabda Nabi S.A.W. bahawa barang siapa
Membaca doa strok. Doa Rihul Ahmar walau sekali dalam seumur
Hidupnya, maka akan dijauhkan dari penyakit ANGIN AHMAR atau
STROK.
*Doa merawat angin ahmar dan penyakit kronik*
Allahumma inni a'uzubika minarrihil ahmar, waddamil aswad, waddail akbar.
*Erti:*
_Ya Allah tuhanku lindungi aku dari angin merah & lindungi aku dari darah hitam (strok) & dan dari penyakit berat_
 
*Panjangkanlah ke group keluarga sahabat kita yang tersayang...agar kita semua sihat sejahtera..amin*
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This was my first time. I patiently waited for the man Dua Begum told me would be my first to bed with. After starting to bleed two years ago, my stepmother left me at a pleasure house when my father abandoned us. Since then, I've accepted the pleasure house as my new home. He walked in a black Kurta with subtle green eyes and a deep voice. The moment he asked my name and age and then proposed to me for the wedding, I fell in love. There was no denying it. I was just fifteen, and he was nineteen. But, ever since the night of our wedding, he has not come back to take me with him to his home. He left me alone, stranded, burning for him. I did not know who he was. What did he do? All I knew was that he was the soul of my World. My Jaan-e-Jahan. Seven years later, he came back as a storm in my life. As Sultan Rehman Sulaiman. The son of the man who took everything from my family, even before my birth. The reason I ended up in the Pleasure House in the first place. But my love for my husband, the Sultan, is bigger than the mountains, deeper than the oceans, and wider than the skies, even though he is himself a Mountain, impossible to move, an ocean, scaring people to stay away, and a wide sky, impossible to reach. Discipline is everything for him. He is full of love and respect for his family but equally heartless and dangerous toward those who cross him. And, in all of this, I entered his life as a burning flame, a tiny candle's flame, dancing for his attention, crying for his affection, and dying for his love. Until he killed my only loved one. My love died. And, his never bloomed. I was once a bud, unbloomed Rose, who opened my deep red petals for him, and he turned them black, leaving me forgotten inside the dying pages. Was I always forgotten for him? Did he never consider me anything more than a mere responsibility? Will I always be remembered as Bride of Sultan ~ The Forgotten Rose? Mature Content!!! @Copyright 2025