Alim Stories

Ali was the heir to a bloodline of Ulama, a Hafiz and soon-to-be Alim destined to become a guiding star in a world that has forgotten how to look up. Zoya, his neighbor and childhood friend, has always been his classmate in the the same Ilmiyyah and hifz class. She's sharp-minded, steadfast, and cloaked in the same divine calling. As we know, through centuries, Ulama's have guided mankind. Their entire lives, they strive to become the guiding stars, the heirs of the prophets. Years of memorizing scriptures of hadiths and sacred texts, Quran, and implementing it in their lives is a real struggle. Ali and Zoya are training to be just like that. There lives are stitched together by strong Ilm scripture and sacred purpose-until a single rumor spreads like wildfire through their tightly-wound neighborhood. To silence the storm, they're forced into a marriage neither of them chose. But something stirs beneath the surface-whispers of fate, the weight of destiny, and trials more spiritual than they ever imagined. In a world where every step is watched and every word carries power, can Ali and Zoya still rise to become the luminous souls they were born to be? A Spin-off of 'His Hafizah and her Hafiz". Although, plz note reading that book is not needed to start this.

\\\\This is just a sample of the story. The complete story is published on GOODNOVEL APP.\\\\\ . . . He pulled me inside my office, slammed the door shut and came up to me. I stepped back. He tugged me harshly towards his chest. Before I could think how he knew about my office he smashed his lips to mine. He was devouring my lips like it's his last meal. For a second I was also drowning in the sea of pleasure I was receiving. Then I returned to my senses and pushed him, like tried to push him but he didn't budge. Now he was nuzzling my neck. "A-alim." "SHUT UP, just shut up." I looked into his eyes and it was the first time in my life that I feared him. They were red like the eyes of a pureblood vampire. He looked like he was ready to kill anyone in his wild fury no and he would enjoy it. That anyone was most likely my fiance. He put his forehead over mine. His breath was fanning my face. "I don't want to have that so-called relationship with you, "I said with determination. "Ah, that." He put his hand on his chin like he was thinking hard. "That you will have," he said quite calmly and kissed my forehead.

One Christmas day,three little ducks was waiting for santa they say "when is santa going to come here???''they wait and wait and wait but santa still never came. Then they say again by themself first duck say"how can santa came late when it is the time to give out the presents?"Then follow by the second duck.It says"you are right santa should'nt be late anyway. After a minute past by,the third duck sound."why is the santa late?"anyway this time is sleeping time." After an hour past by,they fall asleep. In a suprise,santa came.Santa was so guilty for being late.Just then,as santa felt guilty,he then put a bunch of different kind of present and a letter on their christmas tree and left the house. The next morning,they woke up and in a sudden,they shout hooray!They were so glad that santa still came last night.As they were openning the present they saw a letter.They took it and open to discover whats in. And they read. After reading they forgive santa.