Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala Novels & Stories

"Silly girl, I won't go away. I will be here with you. Always, there will always be a dark shadow looming over you. But you have to believe in yourself and be happy. Just like I told you when you were a little girl." She opened her eyes looking at him. "You did things which no one human here has done. You survived something no one does. And you have stabbed yourself with a dark Thorne and saved someone's life. Be proud of that" She nodded rubbing her eyes and smiling. "I am papa. Promise me you will get better?" He shook his head once, "A king should not make false promises, now stop with the tears, I want you to go and eat a lot of food, your mother told me you don't eat much" She nodded.

" I threw at them after I was done with furious writing, I sighed. I wanted to talk but my throat was paining. Screw doctors, screw their predictions. Screw them constantly putting human in a state of fear. They would say something wasn't possible, were they the Creator? ; who gave and took. I looked at my family; mom, Lut, Maryam, Abdulrahman, Yusuf, and his parents. "Oh dear," Yusuf's father said softly, "Allah really blesses you with knowledge. You are knowledgeable, I wish I was blessed with a daughter like you. May Allah bless you. I've learnt something new today" remarked, wiping his face. "And He said in surah AL-Israa," Say: "Call upon Allah, or call upon Rahman: by whatever name ye

Stupid him too. Imar did not dare to approach me. "Bismillahirahmanirahiim, allāhu lā ilāha illā huw, al-hayyul-qayyum, lā ta'khużuhų sinatuw wa lā na`um, lahu mā fis-samāwāti wa mā fil-ard."

It was after 5 long years she was going to prostrate before her God, The wahda hu la sharik, The ever living, The Powerful, The Omniscient, The Creator. Allah Certainly, there is no deity except Him, the Ever-Living, the Sustainer of [all] existence. Neither drowsiness overtakes Him nor sleep. Indeed to Him belongs whatever is in the heavens and whatever is on the earth. The one who is the Most High, the Most Great. Tears brimmed in her eyes. She couldn't understand that feeling. Her heart was shuddering violently in her chest making her breaths shaky. She stood on the matt to offer her namaz.

الْفَاتِحَة‎) سُورَةُ You recite the first chapter of the Quran in Arabic with your hands folded over your chest. "Allahu Akbar" You say once more with your hands raised and with a bow, you recite three times, "Subhana rabbiyal adheem" (Glory be to my Lord Almighty) You rise to a standing position, saying, "Sam'i Allahu liman hamidah, Rabbana wa lakal hamd" (God hears those who call upon Him; Our Lord, praise be to You)

Ethan says, putting pressure on my wound to stop the bleeding. “I want you to know that I will always love you, and it’s not your fault. Goodbye, my love,” I say and allow the darkness to hug me not before saying my final words. La ilaha illa llah Muhammadur-rasulu-llah (I declare that there is no deity worthy of worship except Allah, and I declare that Muhammad Is the Messenger of Allah)

Immediately after his prayers he turned and place his hand on Habiba forehead and supplicate on her "A'oothu billaahi wa qudratihi min sharri maa 'ajidu wa 'uhaathiru(I seek refuge in Allah and in His Power from the evil of what I find and of what I guard against)" Mallam Audu continue to supplicate for her

’ Anjana’s face turned pale. ‘Don’t worry; I am saying that as he is the Shiva’s gift. He is part of Shiva. And as Shiva he will also destroy the phoney arrogance of others.’ ‘Oh! Then what’s your suggestion?’ ‘HANUMAN – Destroyer of Phoney Arrogance.’ *****

I look purely Love Pack. Opening the door, I smile meekly at Isaiah, not having to fake my flushed cheeks. He looks over me once again before he returns my smile, nodding his head down the hallway, having me fall into step beside him. "Maybe now would be a good time to tell you who I am, really," Isaiah murmurs as we walk, rubbing the back of his neck. "Oh?" I comment warily. "I'm the Alpha of this Pack. I can imagine that will likely either strike one out of the two usual opinions people have about me," he sighs, hopping down the stairs a few strides in front of me.

Anta mawlaa naa fansur na alal qawmil kaafirin. Translation: The messangser believes in what has been sent down to him from his Lord, and so do the believers. Each one believes in Allah, His Angels, His Books, and His Messengers. They say; we make distinction between any of his Messengers, and they say "we hear and we obey (we seek) Your forgiveness, our Lord, and to You is the return." Allah burdens not a person beyond what he can bear. He gets reward for that (good) which he has earned, and he is punished for that (evil) which he has earned. Our Lord! Punish us not if we forget or fall into terror. Our Lord! Lay not on us a burden like that which you did lay on those before us. Our Lord! P