Iman Gadzhi Religion Novels & Stories

” Made explained. “Why do they do such a thing?” Herman asked. “They do that to show their respect to Indra.” Made explained. “Indra in Hinduism is the god of war. Once, this village was governed by a malice king named Maya Denawa, he even claimed that he was a god that he prohibited anyone to do any religious activity. This made the gods angry and Indra was sent by them to Tenganan to kill Maya Denawa. A war then occurred and Indra won the war and liberated the villagers to do any of their religious activity. That’s why we still conserve this tradition to show our respect to Indra, our savior. The villagers don’t judge anyone by their caste, they just believe that Indra is the most superior

Zain chuckled loudly, how frank and cool Eden's parents can be, it was clear in the shape of Eden. They were talking when Azan echoed everywhere and Eden was startled for mere seconds. " Is it an announcement? Wait? In another language? " He roamed his eyes around but furrowed at their laughter. " It's called azan. Have you ever heard of it before? " Eden shook his head when he added. " This town is a combo of different religions. Welcome to the town. " Zain patted his shoulder. " What type of religion? " His eyes fell on her, who smiled at his question.

Radu asked him at the time. “I am from the Galatian region, m’lord,” his truthful reply in a careful tone, it seemed. His dark eyes glanced at the handsome prince. “Your religion?” “Shia Islam,” he answered quietly, bowing his head. Radu heard about it and its rituals. A thought dawned on him, and he smiled slowly. “Do you happen to come here with an intention?” The old man could not speak. “Why, old man? I can let those soldiers execute you if I say so,” Radu threatened.

"You have to be some kind of genius to make that comparison. But have you considered that having just one out of the two is good enough?" Momo shrugged. "Do you know that the Indians worship over a million different gods? And most importantly, they are willing to worship any deity. And why? For insurance, of course! "I'll always pray to any powers that be… Who knows, even if one wasn't at home, another might happen to pass by, and hear me! Here, let me show you."

yaa Allah why am I sweating, should I call my I gang yaa that's correct - izzah thought. "No No they must be sleeping, I should not disturb them - she again thought. As she was thinking. The door opened making izzah frightened. "Assalamualaikum - said ahad. "Walekum Assalam - said izzah. "ummm izzah there is a gift for you - said ahad. "Gift?? Why ahad it's not needed - said Izzy. "No izzah it's a small gift and for me you sacrificed your family and left them for me - said ahad.

They expressed their reservations about the cult's singular focus on the desires of Gada and the implications it held for the lives of its members. To their surprise, Jude, the Messiah, listened attentively. He acknowledged the validity of Sasha's concerns, recognizing the complexity of their faith and the need for individual journeys. In a rare display of humility, Jude shared his own moments of doubt and struggle, revealing the ongoing evolution of his own beliefs.

"They are Christian, we are Christian... It's same, let's go... They are having fun." She grabbed his hand and dragged him towards it. "I am not christian." He replied. Grace frowned at him. "You are not christian?... Ohh! Do you follow your mother's religion?" "No!" He shook his head. "I don't believe in god! I am Atheist." "Ohh!" She looked surprised. "I never noticed it." "Do you have problem with it?" He asked. "No!.. it's your choice... I personally feel religion should be choice... We should follow in which we find peace..."

BALQIS’S POV “No, No. No fuckin No!!!!” I yelled angrily slapping my palm to the wall, Riot playing with his toy as usual. My head has been ringing like I was standing beside a church hell all along. I refused to believe that the man I saw as Isis’s father is the man I thought I’d never see again. I believed he was dead, or has left this country entirely, but turns out he was living at Bermuda mansion all these while?

I said, trying to stir things up, "congratulations on your sister's engagement with the son of the Regent of Madura." Zidan then laughed out loud, while Mr. P, Matt, Liam, and I just stared. "Is not that true?" Liam asked. "No, no," said Zidane, "it's not like that. You've come to the wrong conclusions like so many others." I was getting curious. "Wrong how?" Mr. P, "Didn't the two families met in Madura? Wasn't that an engagement?" Zidane replied calmly. "Actually, there is no engagement in Islam," he replied, "the meeting of the two families in Madura was taaruf."