Ayat Pertolongan Allah

Have you ever seen firflies shinning in complete dark field? Hopeful and beautiful isn't it? That's what Arham felt when Ayat came in His life. He found his life getting less darker by being around His firefly. Arham Khan is known to be rude,heartless businessman. Who can do anything to get what he wants. If he wants anything he get it by hook or by crook. Ayat Abbas is calm,caring and smart girl.who lives with her sister,Ayesha Abbas. What will happen when they will encounter? Will Ayat become his firefly or his darkness will engulf her live?

Salam, moi, c'est Sarah. J'ai 17ans beaucoup d'origines (ce sont mes vrais origines pas interessant mdrr) je suis comorienne réunionnaise mahoraise et un peu arabe d'Arabie Saoudite (cela viens de mon pere). Je fais 1m54 oui,je suis petite, j'ai les cheveux bouclés mes en touffe d'habitude en les demelants qui m'arrivent jusqu'a la poitrine. J'ai les yeux marrons foncés, métisse claire de peau et normale au niveau de la corpulence. Je suis un garçon un peu manqué et je fais du foot. Et le meilleure pour la fin mes parents Ma Sha Allah, il sont divorcés mais je suis fière d'eux, mes raison de vivre Al-Hamdulilah ils sont toujours vivants ! (Vous verrez par la suite). Vous découvrirez les autres personnes au fil de l'histoire. (Les personnages sont réels et existent vraiment). N'oubliez pas de voter et commenter ! A bientot mes hbiba !

"Ini yang kau nak kan! Puas hati kau sekarang?" - KHAIRUL ADAM Tanpa sedar, ayat itu menusuk ke benak hati yang paling dalam buat Imna Safira. Bukan itu yang dia mahukan dan bukan itu juga yang dia pinta. "Aku undurkan diri dari hubungan ni, bukan untuk kau tindas aku bertubi-tubi!" - IMNA SAFIRA. Namun semuanya sudah terlambat. Melihat orang-orang yang disayangi sedang bergembira. Dia hanya mampu mempamerkan senyuman bahagia. Walhal dalam hati sudah diamah perasaan luka. "Kalau kau nak dia, ambillah. Dengan kau aku percaya." - AISHA HANA Tetapi, prinsip hidup Imna Safira tidak akan sesekali merampas hak seseorang. Apatah lagi, kebahagian orang itu! Mampukah Imna Safira membuat pilihan yang tepat? Memilih untuk kebahagian dirinya sendiri atau pun berkorban demi orang yang dikasihi?

He is close yet so far! He was right, he is not mine. How can he be when he is going to marry her in a few minutes ? Why did it felt like we were meant to be ? Why wasn't I able to stop myself from loving him ? Why is it paining so much ?! My heart is tearing apart and he is not even fazed by my tears. What an irony ?! The man who wiped my worries, my tears away is the reason for my heartache now. Why can't he love me back ? Why ? “It’s okay. He is not meant to be yours. What's yours will find you. My brother doesn't deserve you. Don't waste your precious tears on him. Allah knows everything. . Trust him.” his sister and my cousin whispers passing a sad smile. It's time for his marriage. Asmara had given her consent, now it's his turn to accept her, his wife. “Mir Mustafa Ahwaan son of Aqib Ahwaan, do you accept Asmara Ahmed daughter of Yousuf Ahmed as your wife ?” he looked up, his dark brown orbs clashed with mine. There was some uncertainty and sadness looming inside them, just like mine. I pleaded him to say no, but looked like he won’t falter from his decision. Looking into my eyes he replied, ‘I do’, three times, taking her as his wife. He accepted her as his, but his gaze is not faltering from my face. He took his decision and now it's my turn. I will go from here and free myself from pain. I smiled at him as a treacherous tear leaked out of my eye but I quickly wiped it and stood up to leave. It's not over for Maria Ahwaan. It's just the beginning of new chapter in my life!

Ô Allah! Facilite nous le chemin vers le repentir sincère et accepte nous nous œuvres car Tu es certes l'Audient,le Savan.

"Allah guides whom He wills to the straight path." (Al Baqarah | 213)Aasiya is the girl who has it all. At least that's what everyone tells her. So, why can't she escape this emptiness inside her, that is slowly eating her away?Moving back to Pakistan for her medical degree was the answer she sought, but her life turns upside down, when she is forced into an unwanted alliance.Can Aasiya untangle the knots of her heart, as she journeys through life, whilst battling with herself?Will a happy ending await her, with the one she desires? Or truth will break her and cause her to fall apart?*I don't own any rights to the cover picture*

Halmy Ikram Lima tahun yang lepas ... Seorang lelaki yang berakhlak mulia dan paling penting dia pandai menjaga ikhtilatnya. Kerana akhlaknya aku terpesona. Tanpa aku sedar, dia membalas cinta aku sepenuh jiwa. Bila kasih bersemi, ikatan pertunangan tercipta. Namun ikatan itu tidak kekal lama bila dia pergi tanpa khabar berita. Halmy Ikram Lima tahun kemudian ... Seorang lelaki yang angkuh dan paling menjengkelkan dalam hidupku. Paling aku tak sangka, sikapnya berubah 360 darjah. Dia bukan crush aku yang dulu. Dia sangat berbeza. "Sorry, I memang tak kenal you. Jangan ganggu kerja I boleh tak? I benci lah dengan perempuan desperate macam you ni." Itulah ayat dia yang paling menyakitkan hati. Tapi tak apa, aku dah tak peduli. Aku taknak hilang dia macam dulu. Tanpa berputus asa, aku berusaha mendekati dia walaupun dia tetap berkeras beritahu yang dia tak pernah kenal aku. Biarlah orang kata pergi cari timba... Dulu dia yang beria-ia melamar aku. Sekarang ini biar aku pula terkejar-kejarkan dia. Apa yang pasti, aku nak kahwin dengan dia. "Halmy Ikram, hate me if you dare!" Berkat usaha aku, akhirnya dia termasuk dalam perangkapku. Namun, di saat aku dan dia mahu menjalin bahagia, aku dikejutkan dengan satu khabar berita. Khabar berita tentang rahsia kehilangan dia satu masa lalu. Mampukah kasih tercipta andai keraguan mula mekar dalam jiwa?

"Walaupun saya masih hidup, awak boleh berkahwin dengan orang lain, kan?" Hanzalah berpaling ke belakang, memandang Khadeeja yang tegak berdiri merenungnya tanpa segarit senyuman. Cuba memahami ayat yang diluahkan isterinya itu. "Tapi... kalau saya nak kahwin dengan orang lain, awak kena mati dulu... kan?" Tenang Khadeeja bersuara dengan mata yang terkedip lemah. Nafas perlahan terhembus di antara dua bibir yang terbuka sedikit. Hanzalah menelan air liur apabila tekak terasa kering. Matanya menangkap pemutar skru yang dicari sedari tadi, kini digenggam erat di tangan Khadeeja. _______________________________________ Kejadian misteri yang terjadi semakin menguji perkahwinan tanpa cinta mereka. Bergelut untuk meneruskan kehidupan bersama dan mencari sebab untuk mengekalkannya Memang susah bila hidup dengan dia yang asing. Memang susah untuk berkongsi kehidupan peribadi. Memang susah bila terasa kita berjuang sendiri. Tapi sebenarnya, lebih susah bila kita tak pernah usaha untuk membuka hati.

His sinful hands traveled to her waist as she looked at him; her breath hitched as he traced her belly button “You are so vulnerable right now,” his gaze landed on the gunshot wound on her chest, just between her breasts. The fact that she was not wearing a bra right now was very distracting. Even with the scar she was so beautiful. “So are you,” he whispered keeping the gun in her hands. The heat of their graze did not help with the hot atmosphere of the room; this was deadly. “We can’t deceive both agencies,” her murmur was soft, unlike the sound of his harsh breathing. “We can, we will,” He looked straight into her eyes as her lips trembled. So unlikely of the girl she was. “It's a matter of two countries,” she whispered, her last straw against him, she knew she would give up if he had an answer to this. That she would let go of the lust suffocating her insides after this. “It's a matter of two hearts,” her eyes snapped to his immediately. “I can't seem to forget the little girl who took a bullet for me,” He said as her lips parted in shock. “You… knew?” she could not form more words. He could not find himself to answer anything else than a nod, he was deceiving her in the name of love. ‘Ya Allah, why do I have to do this?’ she asked her god taking her eyes away from him for a second. “It's the matter of two hearts, two bodies, two souls…” and two deceivers, the word they both so wanted to add but couldn’t. “Have me,” He whispered. “Take me,” she obliged In which she deceived him before he could deceive her