Repentance Stories

"Sometimes the heart feels heavy, and darkness surrounds every thought. But even in the darkest moments, a single step toward Allah can bring a spark of light. This is a story of hope, struggle, and finding peace in the remembrance of Allah."

De la blessure à la restauration oui c'est possible... Psaumes 147:3 « Il guérit ceux qui ont le cœur brisé et il pense leurs blessures »....

A city sleeps beneath artificial light, its streets folding into themselves like memory. Faces blur in neon and shadow, and every reflection carries both question and accusation. The air vibrates with murmurs of what might have been, while footsteps trace patterns that loop endlessly, unseen by those who walk them. Time stretches and contracts, indifferent, indifferent, indifferent, leaving hands empty and eyes searching. What is recorded is not necessarily truth, and what is observed is not necessarily remembered. Chaos and ritual entwine in silent choreography, and every attempt at meaning returns as its echo. Here, reality is negotiable, and certainty dissolves like smoke in a corridor of mirrors. Every witness is both participant and spectator, every action a shadow of choice never fully owned.

Arabic Poems is a collection of Islamic poems rooted in faith, remembrance, and devotion. Drawn from the depths of the Arabic language, these poems reflect on the oneness of Allah, the beauty of worship, the struggle of the soul, and the peace found in submission. Each poem is an act of dhikr-gentle, sincere, and reverent-inviting the reader to pause, reflect, and return to what truly matters. Through timeless themes of humility, patience, and trust in Allah, this collection seeks to soften the heart and illuminate the path of faith. Will be updating daily In Sha Allah ✨ (NOTE: THIS IS NOT MY OWN POETRY)

Adalee est chrétienne. Du moins, en apparence. Entre l'église, les soirées, les garçons et Dieu, elle marche sur une ligne fragile. Mais elle apprendra vite que Dieu ne regarde pas ce qu'on montre... mais ce qu'on cache. Joël 2:13

Humne aksar gumrah logon ko hidayat paate to dekha hi hai, Gunahon ki raah chhod hidayat ki raah eikhtiyar karte lakin baaz dafa bahut se log aur kahin na kahin hamara bhi unn logon mein shumar hai jo seedhi raah par chal rhe hote hain. Lakin phir hamari zindagi mein kuch aise hadsat o waqiyat pesh aate hain ya hamare kuch gum jo hamari achchi bhali zindagi ko aise mutasir karte hain ki hum seedhi raah chhod gunahon ki raah eikhtiyar kar lete hain. Hum na jaane kis sukoon ki talash mein nikal padte hain. "Banda e momin" bhi aisi hi kahani ko pesh karti hai. To chalein shuru karte hain eik naya safar jahan hum milenge kuch aise kirdaron se jin mein kahin na kahin aapko apna aap nazar aayega. Kya woh kirdaar hidayat paa payenge ya phir apni baaki ki zindagi bhi gumrahiyat ki nazar kar denge?

"𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖘 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖛𝖔𝖜𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑, 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖎𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙? 𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚'𝖗𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖉, 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖋𝖚𝖑𝖑𝔶 𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖊?" ___________________________________ 𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐙𝐀𝐄𝐋:𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 is a deeply emotional and grounded tale that follows the journey of Hemsa, a gentle, God-fearing woman, and Maezil, her emotionally distant and spiritually lost husband. Their marriage, arranged and wrapped in tradition, starts off cold-marked not by romance, but by silence, humiliation, and quiet heartbreak. Through the early chapters, Hemsa silently bears the weight of Maezil's indifference. Her love is met with cold shoulders, and her faith in marriage is tested when she's belittled in front of his family. Yet, instead of retaliating, Hemsa turns to Allah-making dua, offering tahajjud, and enduring silently with hope that one day, her husband will change. Amidst this, secrets start to whisper. •𝐇𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐚 learns that being a bride is not about being celebrated, but about enduring. •And 𝐌𝐚𝐞𝐳𝐢𝐥? He's on the edge-torn between pride and transformation. In the backdrop of love, betrayal, and silent sacrifices, HEMZAEL: Whispers of Secrets does not romanticize marriage. It reveals it. It's about what happens after the wedding day-the hidden tears, the unanswered prayers, the slow rebuild of a broken bond. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚. 𝑰𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆

I was bound by a deathbed promise-to the only person I ever truly loved. That promise trapped me inside a cold, ivy-covered mansion in Marseille, married to a man who embodies everything I despise. His power is precise, his cruelty carefully hidden behind a slow, knowing smirk. His dark crimson eyes cut like blades, sharp and unforgiving. But he is not the only danger here. Someone is watching me. Someone waits outside the door when the house should be asleep. And the man I call my husband? He may be the most dangerous presence of all. He believes control comes easily to him. That fear will keep me obedient. He underestimates the reason I was brought into this house in the first place. I am here to uncover the truth behind the promise that bound me to this legacy-to learn why I was chosen, and what secrets lie buried beneath stone walls and locked rooms. Whether it's the silent presence lurking in the dark or the living nightmare who shares my name, I will challenge every shadow until the truth has nowhere left to hide. { d. to Raisa for saving these words }

A journey to light

"She thought she was walking through life alone in the night, Not knowing every step was guided by unseen light." Salaam. She wasn't lost in the world. She was lost within herself. Smiling when she had to. Talking when needed. Living the kind of life that looked completely normal from the outside. But inside her chest lived a quiet emptiness she didn't know how to explain.Her duas felt distant. Her heart felt tired. And Allah felt closer to everyone else... except her. Until one small moment changed everything. Not a miracle. Not a loud voice from the sky. Just a subtle, unexpected sign that slowly began pulling her heart back to the One she thought she had drifted away from.VThis is the story of a girl who didn't suddenly become perfect... but slowly learned that guidance isn't a lightning strike. Sometimes, it's a whisper. A whisper that reaches you on the night you finally admit you are not okay. 🌙 A journey of faith 🤍 A story of returning✨ A sign she never saw coming

Enamour /ɪˈnamə,ɛˈnamə/ 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑏 past tense: enamored; past participle: enamored To be filled with love for someone, or something. ✧✧•°•.✧.•°•✧✧•°•.✧.•°•✧✧ "Come here, darling~" He whimpers at the enticing voice, luring him into crawling into the arms of the man who thought of him as a mere plaything. "Please, please, leave me alone." Jimin smirks, wide, evil and predatory, ah, showing his true colors, Yoongi assumed. "..No~" Fat steamy tears roll down Yoongi's face as Jimin simply holds his face and brings it to his own, connecting their lips as if making a wordless metaphor for entertwining their very souls and pulls away to look right into the boy's own nut-brown eyes. Yoongi throws his head back as he suddenly feels something within him, flickering, no, dancing, building, taking form. It was his arousal. Jimin smiles yet again, to Yoongi's demise, and buries his face into the brunette's neck. As he brings up the sharp tip of his finger to touch the collar of pure gold that was weighing down Yoongi's neck, The whole thing dissapears like water evaporating under a burning sun. "Let me give you something else that show my possession on you, love~" Yoongi was sick. He felt sick. Jimin was smiling way too wide. Jimin was sick. He had to be, he was so fucked up that the ravenette felt fucked up himself. The muscular man skillfully moves him so that he was properly being straddled, large hands handling his soft curves with care, gently pressing his core into the boy's body to get light pressure and buries his face into the boy's neck, before whispering alluring words of pure emotion. "You have gotten me 𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙙, Min Yoongi. It is given that you take responsibility for it."

Eliana Grace believed she'd found her soulmate in Ethaniel Kai. He was everything she thought she wanted-charming, exciting, and undeniably captivating. But Ethaniel wasn't a believer, and Eliana, a devoted member of her church's media team and a youth leader, knew her heart was leading her down a forbidden path. Blinded by the intensity of their connection, she ignored the warnings and chased a love that promised everything, only to discover that some dawns are false, and some loves are not meant to be. Ecclesiastes 3:11, said that God has made everything beautiful in it's time.

Some of the most common questions asked about Islam. What is Islam? What are Muslims? Who is Allah? Who is Muhammad? About the Islamic teachings and the Holy Quran. By Daniel Masters, Isma'il Kaka and Robert Squires Published on 23 Jun 2008 - Last modified on 18 Jan 2009

THIS IS NOT A JOKE IM SHARING MY VISION TO TRY MY BEST TO HELP PEOPLE IN THIS WORLD AND IM LITERALLY DOING WHAT GOD IS TELLING ME TO DO PLEASE THIS REALLY HAPPENED THIS IS A SPIRITUAL WARNING TAKE HEED AND REPENT AND KNOW THAT OUR HEAVENLY FATHER IS USING ME AS A VESSEL TO SHARE THIS MESSAGE SHARE THIS AS MUCH AS YOU CAN SOME PEOPLE WILL IGNORE BUT THE PEOPLE THAT STAY TO READ AND REALLY HAVE AN OPEN MIND ABOUT IT MAY GOD CONTINUE TO BLESS YOUR BEAUTIFUL SOUL😇❤

Completion of the Father's Work of Salvation in the life of the Appointed Son (PASTOR APOLLO C QUIBOLOY) This is your PASSPORT TO HEAVEN!! Praise the Father!!!

The true reality of angels, their abilities, tasks, names and numbers. By Imam Kamil Mufti Published on 16 Jan 2006 - Last modified on 04 Jan 2015

How do you present proof of this religion to those who do not speak the language of the Arabs or know anything about the inimitable eloquence of the Qur'aan? Is it the only way for them to learn this language of the Arabs and to master its sciences? The answer, of course, is no. Allah, may He be Glorified and Exalted, has shown mercy to them and to all other generations by sending the appropriate evidence to all mankind, irrespective of their different races, languages, and times.

Kris has a hard time expressing themself, perhaps gaining comfort in the present will require acknowledging the past.

Duncan has made it to the top of the financial world and had it all. He always had what he perceived as "luck" on his side. Anything he put his mind to, he got. His job, wealth, and any women he wanted just ripe for the picking. Life was good, he was bad, and that's the way he liked it. Then one day, he passed a man on the street, a street preacher; on any other day, this man would have been so beneath him, he wouldn't have given this person a second glance, and hadn't, until then. Duncan could have never imagined how one conversation with a street preacher dressed in what he would consider rags could change his life... But it did. (Warning: I was going to write this book without using any swearing, or suggestions of any kind. But in writing this I had to let a couple things in or you wouldn't know Duncan as he was before his journey began.)

Every Christians can relate to this book. I want everyone to be encouraged with every part of this book. Maybe God gave me this platform to share His goodness to everyone who believes in Him. Some part of this book is written in Filipino, upon knowing that there are readers outside the Philippines, I wrote the latter part in English. Thanks for all your support. God bless us. January 4, 2017- Rank 132 in Spiritual