Days Till Ramadan Mga Nobela at Kwento

"One month. They want you to start at the beginning of February." One month. Thirty days. Four weeks. That's all the time we had left before everything changed.

"I ordered your favorite soft pink wedding dress. After surgery, the designer will take your measurements. At our wedding, you'll be the most beautiful bride." I smiled and touched his face. This was my farewell. Tears streamed down my face, and a silent thought echoed. "Ethan, there won't be a wedding for us." As the doors to the operating theater closed, I kept my gaze fixed on the three people I loved most; I wanted to commit their faces to memory. Once these doors closed, I knew I would never see them again. As anesthesia dulled my senses, the world around me faded away. My death was declared at precisely 10:00 pm, as indicated by the wall clock.

I explained. "Woah that's so interesting." Jane squealed. "A day is 30 hours long and we have 8 days a week." "Let me guess you have a day in-between Saturday and Sunday." She laughed. "That is correct, that day is called Hawud. This means extra in English." I replied as we entered the atmosphere.

"Three days," Mira said. She was standing in Lena's chamber doorway with a schedule for the coming week in one hand and an expression that suggested the schedule was no longer entirely relevant. "The Red Moon is three days away. Earlier than expected. The court astronomers revised the calculation this morning."

I asked. “There are sixty seconds in a minute, sixty minutes in an hour, twenty four hours in a day, twenty eight, thirty or thirty one days in a month depending on the month, twelve months in the year, fifty two weeks in the year and three hundred and sixty five days a year, unless if it’s a leap year, which then has three hundred and sixty six days. How does it work in the Nomad World?” she asked. I laughed. “Exactly the same.” “What’s funny?” she asked.

He added, winking at her before he disappeared from her view. Najmah stood transfixed, touching a finger to her lips as she placed a hand over her heart. 'Dear Lord, what is happening?' *** "Ramazan is just a few days away," Lale spoke, pulling out her phone from her jeans pocket. "Is it?" Najmah's brows furrowed, pausing before carrying on braiding Hilal's hair. "Mm-hmm," Lale replied distractedly, typing away on her phone. "Is it only me or did you grow into another hobby these last days?" Najmah nudged Lale's shoulder.