Dear Imamku Novels & Stories

“God is now your father. I am Pastor Ndubuisi. Take this and go through it. You will see the schedule for all our services. Go in peace. Also, don’t forget to buy a copy of the king James version as you go.” I took it from him with my heart swelling with happiness. “Thank you, sir. We shall meet again.”

We paused to hear who it was. "Assalamu Alaikum, Fatima dear, can I come in," Ibrahim's mother said.

It sucks! "Assalamualaikum" I greeted, padding my way inside the room; parlor. "Walaikum Salam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh umum" he replied, smiling softly while looking at the ground. Maa Shaa Allah, he was lowering his gaze. "Lemme, get you food" I stood abruptly, ready to make my way to the kitchen before he stopped me. "Thank you umu but I will pass this" he declined politely.

"Waalaikumsalam mother, mother I miss you I will come home tomorrow" "Wow, you miss me too, come home here, Aunt Ida is staying at our house" "Wow, I can't wait to go home soon, greetings to Aunt Ida, I miss the good input, I turned off the phone, mother, because I have to go back to class, assalamualaikum" "Yes honey, study hard waalaikumsalam" I see Ida who is still busy cooking, I feel lucky to have a beautiful and smart daughter.

-I mentally squealed before running towards the sitting room. "Malik! As salamu Alaykum (Peace be upon you).... Good morning. Come on in, I missed you a lot. You can't believe what happened, a lot of things happen when we went to father in laws house and I'm sure that you'll be very pleased to hear all about it too. Father in law was very happy about it too, In fact, do you know that your friend now regard me as his wife?."

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Imr explained. "Hmmm... What were you thinking about, dear? Your girlfriend?" grandmother probed once again, interested as to what his grandchild was thinking. Imr was taken aback by his grandmother's question and shakes his head in denial. "I don't have a girlfriend Nana, I was just thinking about the assignment we had at school," Imr explained.

After I'm done playing i raised my hands in dua. Ya Allah, Ya Rahman. You're the hearer and the forgiver. Ya Allah forgive our sins the intentionally and unintentionally. Increase our Iman and guide us through the good path. Ya Allah my hands are raised up in dua, ya Allah give me strength to take care of Amir. Ya Allah guide Mr Marwan through the good path. Ameen. We don't know each other that much, but i have a feeling that there must be something bothering Mr Marwan, like this is not how he is before but whatever he's going through i prayed Allah guide him to the good path.

Sa'eed threw out watching as the two Uncles leave the mosque to come stand where they are. "C'mon, Sa'eed Ibn Umar Garbai El-Kanemi, I know you name and mine won't be hard. My name is Suhayr Imraan Khalid and it is twelve in the afternoon on a beautiful Wednesday during winter in November." She grinned at him while he only stared when she called his name in complete, most of the people don't always remember his names. "Thank you so much, Uncle Ubaid, Uncle Salman. This means a lot to us and we won't ever be able to repay you." Her eyes glisten all in form of acting just to make her sappy, cheesy, nostalgic story more believable.

"Kasumi. Theodore. Come in here." I darted my gaze at Thaddeus, who did not falter at my piercing gaze. It was then I realized that Immanuel was also there. I refused to lower my gaze, marching inside with purposeful steps that reverberated through the room, the sound of my footsteps echoing on the wooden floor. "Tell me that Uncle Hajime did not talk to you about something," I said through gritted teeth. "Do you mean the annual sacrificial prayer and ritual?" he asked in an apathetic tone, his hands clasping together on his desk.