Novel & Cerita Bidadari Turun Di Mushola

Hindi naman kami naghiwalay. Kabi-kabilang mga pagbati ang bumungad sa pagpasok namin ng church. Mula sa mga batang noong una ay sobrang mahihiyain pa na para bang nakadikit ang mga pang-upo nila sa upuan hanggang sa mga kabataang nandodoon. Hindi ko mapigilang hindi mapangiti dahil ang laki na ng pamilya namin dito sa simbahan. Their willingness to know more of God is transparent and clearly visible in their eyes.

saad niya. Niyakap ko na lang si Tita. Habang yakap ko si Tita Linda ay nakita ko yung bata na pagala-gala sa chapel. May hawak siyang kutsilyo, madungis na naman ito, nagdurugo ang mukha. Bumitaw ako kay Tita upang puntahan yung bata. Pero tumkbo ito papunta sa comfort room. Nakarinig ako ng iyak. Dahan-dahan akong naglakad papalapit sa cr, biglang bumukas ang shower.

"O, Iya, Mbak. Saya tinggal ke mushola dulu, ya. Di sini mushola dan kantin dimana ya, Mbak?" "Baik, Bu. Mushola, Ibu masuk ke lorong yang ada di bawah tangga terus belok ke kiri. Kantin ada di belakang rumah sakit." "Makasih, Mbak." Aku bergegas ke mushola. Berwudhu membasuh wajah membuatku terasa segar kembali lalu sholat empat rekaat yang menenangkan pikiranku. Selesai sholat aku langsung menuju kantin. Perutku sudah keroncongan minta diisi, dari pagi belum terisi sama sekali.

no matter how much i want to be here with you but we can,t , beacuse if we stay a little longer it will be hard for me to control my self , we have to go baby and you have to wait just one more day and then no one can come betwen us it will be you and me " i blushed on his statment he came to his seat and sat down and drove the car . when we arrived dadajan scolded the guys for their vulgar parties and then us because we didn,t told him and did such childish act by going alone at night without any men ." after that we were.dismissed to our room as we have to.wake up early morning. next day we all were.preparimg our self for jumma prayer . dadajan want us all to go to masjid , yes a

Our baby says mehak..... Ibrahim smiles and says you and baby both are mine..... She smiles listening this after that Ibrahim says just sleep you need rest....... She and Ibrahim sleeps..... after two days ..... Today is mehak Godh bharyi everyone doing there preparation..... Mehak wear red color lengaha alone with jewelry...... At night function held beautifuly and everyone goes to there house..... Khan family sit in the Hall and talk with each other mehak wanted to use washroom so she gets up Ibrahim asked where are you going? Washroom

Haider draped the towel around his neck and said ,"Because we are diaper buddies brother " Amina took the chance of their conversation and escape. Musa huffed and said, “When you were born ,Haider .I was wearing pants at that moment ". Haider seeking on no chance of excuses made a puppy face and said, “Please ,Let me use your bathroom ." Musa agreed and let him use his bathroom. Haider turned towards bathroom .As he reached at the door of bathroom he looked at Musa who was looking at Amina and Kiara sitting on the bed .

He didn't talk much, because they always made fun of him. "Come and join us, Musa" Kabir called out to Musa. At first, he didn't respond thinking it wasn't him. Why should Kabir ask him to join them, the most popular kid in school? He walked over to his seat to eat alone as usual but stopped on his track when Kabir called him out again, this time adding his surname. "Musa Bamidele, come join us." He turned and walked towards them, he felt frozen but his leg moved as if controlled by an unseen force.

I proceeded to the mushola next to Javier's room. "Allahuakbar" My step immediately stopped when I arrived in front of the mushola, staring at my four classmates who were praying in congregation, Jeffry as his imam. For a moment I was fascinated, instantly Jeffry turned handsome in my eyes. There's no jeffry that's so naughty, there's just a Jeffry figure I've never seen before. My assessment of them turned out to be wrong, they weren't as bad as I imagined.

Her voice clashed with my ears but I sufficed to respond with a Nop, popping the P. "Haadi says it's very beautiful—like heaven which is more beautiful than Switzerland—Oh! What time is it—? Oh no! It's already time for my Sabak (Lesson). I promised Moalima that I won't miss out on my lessons even on vacation—Can you tell me where the washroom is, please?" She asked politely and I showed her where the powder room was. I turned down the volume when she prayed and recited the Quran. I didn't know about Qibla direction in this room but thankfully Buwa had come just then and guided her. It felt a little embarrassing watching her do all this. More than uncomfortable, I felt a sort of shame at bei

I turned the motorbike away and parked it in the mosque's parking lot. I asked one of the congregation, where was Brother Bowie? The reason was, as a devout Muslim, Bowie would definitely not miss the recitation program at the residence of Haji Abdul Rasheed. The person I asked answered, Bowie was repairing the mosque's broken sound system. I hurried to meet him. "Asalamualaikum," I said to Bowie. "Walaikumsalam," he replied. "What's up, Lang?" "Don't you go to recitation at Haji Rasheed's house?" I asked.