Imam Stories

Delve into a captivating collection of halal love stories that exemplify the essence of Islamic values. From tales of sabr and tawwakul to discovering love for the sake of Allah, each narrative explores the beauty of relationships rooted in faith. These stories inspire us to embrace genuine and fulfilling connections guided by the principles of Islam. Discover the profound lessons of halal love in this insightful and enriching book.

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" What you do when you are alone is the person you truly are" alone _ imam Ali The Holy Prophet [s] advised: "When making a decision to do something, think about its outcome. If it is good for your advancement and development, follow it, but if it is misleading, leave it out."

Imam Hassan was born in Arabia in 624 and died in Medina in 670.His full name was Hassan ibn Al ibn Abi Talib. He was the oldest son of Fatimah, who was the daughter of the Prophet Muhammad. He is one of Shia Islam's five holiest people. Muhammad covered them with his cloak and said, "These are the People of the House. "Many people who lived at the same time as he thought that he should be the next leader after Muhammad, after his father 'Ali.

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Opus Dei - the work of God – in this case, the work of the hidden god. From an attack on the streets of Beirut during the civil war till the incredible climax in 2016, this strange tale of conspiracy and intrigue is sure to grip the reader. Opus Dei has an intensely human aspect to the story. It is the love relationship between Pierre Zein and Danielle. And it is their struggle, with a young family, to survive in a country divided by conflict. “A leader is about to arise. A man who will seize Europe and overpower her as a man takes a woman. He will dominate her and she will serve him. This man’s name is war…” This prophecy by the Twelfth Imam of the Shiites leads Pierre Zein, a journalist, to investigate the dark forces behind the scenes intent on creating a New World Order. In Israel an attack is launched against the Iranian nuclear installations, while on the same night a right-wing group raze the Dome of the Rock plunging the region into war. By the intervention of one man, a new Order comes into being - one that is ultimately intended to destroy the Holy Land. Opus Dei reveals the secrets concealed beneath the pyramids of Egypt, and the ultimate secret of the Knights Templar. These are the hidden things, the desire of ages, over which wars have been fought and are destined to be fought again. A game is played between two men and two powers – Islam’s Al Mahdi, and the leader of the Order. Only one man can win and the winner takes all. The work of the hidden god is almost complete. The intended New World Order is well-documented. Opus Dei reveals its beginning and more importantly, its end. It discovers the confluence of politics, mythology and Biblical prophecy. As fresh as tomorrow’s newspaper, this novel was written over many years. It is deeply researched and carefully crafted.

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"Why are the angels crying blood?" "What?" My heart started hammering in my chest. No... No... It couldn't be... "They are crying blood." He closed his eyes, covering his ears with his hands. " They're screaming and howling in agony." I looked at his tiny lips that were as dry as wood. "Aunt Sakinah?" His faint voice sounded again. I tucked him closer to my chest. "Yes my love?" I couldn't hide the shaking anymore. "I think they're crying for us." Mohammed drifted into sleep with that last sentence leaving me with the reality. A reality he was still too young to witness.

Nedim looked at the young teen in front of him and called out, "Khadijah." "I know what you're going to say, Imam Nedim. You'll tell me to have patience. You'll tell me that we'll find my father. You'll give me reassurances. You'll tell me that you believe in him, but you know what Imam Nedim?" The blue-eyed, Caucasian-looking teen whispered in question. Nedim quietly watched as the teen picked up the picture of his family on the table. She looked at it and smiled sarcastically before whispering, "I don't believe you, Imam Nedim. Instead of standing up for my father, you condemned him like the rest of the congregation. He isn't a terrorist. He never was. He was your friend, but you betrayed him. You helped destroy my family, while you live happily with your in. In my eyes, you're as bad as the men who shot him. Please don't try to console me when you are just as bad as them," Khadijah whispered before heading out the door.