Days Till Ramadan Novels & Stories

she continued. “we pray five times a day, which is called namaz, and our god has name called Allah and he is with us 24 hours, even if we don’t pray but we pray to him to thank him for his blessings” explained Fatima. Stella didn’t want to ask any further questions. She was feeling something inside pushing her and her words were seemed to be capturing her, she didn’t want to dig any further. They completed their remaining work in silence. Gradually they became good friends and even started to hang out together. Steven joseph slowly started to erase from her mind. She never thought about him again.

Nadir said blandly. "Look how you sound spoiled, go to your room now," Irfan said. "Okay guys, enough of the argument, Ramadan is around the corner how many are you going to fast this Ramadan Ira?" "Mhhm say fifteen." "Why not all?" Nasreen said. "Bazan iya ba, I can't." "Meya sa, toh, why is that? Anam, Nabila, and Sahla, fast almost all, they would laugh at you if you don't fast." Nasreen said.

I find a seat at my comfy plush high chair and wait for them to begin. "Assalamualaikum Warahmatullahi Wabarakatuh." Amal says the reply to the Salam loudly while I just sit there mummuring the reply as slowly as I can. Abdul clears his throat and sighs before talking. "Ramadan begins in a week and a half." I nod, saying an Alhamdulillah. "So, I wanted the both of you to know that you'd share the housework equally. Two weeks each of the holy month, so think of how free you'd be." I sigh, I should have known. As much as I do not want to have anything to do with them, I'll just have to keep pick and do my best on those days because I can forsee it, Abdul will stress me out.

Larry asks. “Then we Ramadanize” Mel says. We all pause and turn to her, I guess no one understands what she meant “What Ramadanize?” I ask. “The holy ninth month of the Islamic lunar calendar, during which Muslims fast between the break of dawn until sunset,” Mel explains. Eddy lifts his bag,”Then I guess we should start moving”. Xiao toss her tablet into her bag and straps it, Mel hands me my bag then we head to the door. ************ After hours of trekking, I feel tired and exhausted. I haven't eaten, and now my stomach is crumbling. Moreover, I didn't get enough sleep last night. Anytime I think of those bodies, I lose my appetite.

“When?” He checked the online article again to be sure before answering. The printed newspapers wouldn’t be out for hours yet. “Tuesday morning.” “During Ramadan,” the man said in disgust. “Yes.” Her timing couldn’t have been worse. Or better, for the Taliban. A western woman imposing her unwanted views on the population of the Swat Valley during the holiest month of the Islamic calendar would only fuel their anger and anti-American sentiment. “It doesn’t say anything about what time the ceremony will take place, but I would assume in the morning.”

Ohoo Malik pretended to be sad. She is turning 20 tomorrow. He had waited for this day like how Muslims wait for the moon at the end of Ramadan to break the fasting. It's the day she had promised him something But here she is not remembering anything. Try to remember l dont want to remind you what day it is. Malik told. Rim looked perturbed as she tried to recall what day it is tomorrow. She went and got the shopping bags from him and she put then down near the closet in their bed room.

Wahid had decided to spare Humeyra the pain until the month of Ramadhan came to an end. This was a month that was most beloved to muslims. It was the month full of blessings, peace and tranquility. The only month in which muslims believed that the Devils would be imprisoned until the month ends. Only three days were left before the one month mandatory fasting starts for the Ummah . The city became busy as it burstled with activities. Food staffs were imported as dates and other delicacies started making appearances. Street vendors started preparing snacks that were rarely cooked in ither months unless there were special occasions.

But he hadn’t stopped thinking yet, couldn’t stop thinking, of what he could’ve done, or said. And hadn’t. Also, he felt like something was missing, felt like he had something he should do, but he just couldn’t seem to figure out what . . . His burning and tired eyes focused on the small digital numbers on his DVR, atop his black and mute television, which read 6:00 PM. His mind churned. What day was it? End of the month. Ramadan. He tipped his head back, emptied his glass, then pushed himself standing. He weaved a bit until he steadied, then walked with careful, drunken steps to the middle of his apartment. Best as he could, he faced east.

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The moon goddess is the one who's responsible for judgment day, and she doesn't look like she has any intention to back down. "So, how many days are left before judgment day?" I asked out of curiosity. "Exactly twenty days," he answered with a straight face. "Twenty days?" I covered my mouth with my palm. "But... The next portal's appearance is after twenty-one days. How is that possible?" The alpha held his own chin, thinking about whatever the moon goddess was plotting for putting the judgment day before the arrival of the next portal. "I think I already have an idea about what she desires," he said.