Ja'far Ibn Abi Talib Novels & Stories

I was such a jerk back then. I'm so sorry Farah for treating you badly. A knock came through the door, Aunt Fatima face appeared behind the doors. "Jawad you're back already." She said. Aunt Fatima is the only one who didn't show any hatred towards me a least for now. "Yes Aunt, Assalam Alaikum." I greeted her. "Wa Alaikum salam my son, actually I want to talk to you about something, but freshen up first I will be waiting downstairs." She said.

It was one of her children that was calling. “Hello Yusufar!! How are you? And calling by this time, I hope no problem because I know it’s night over there!” Yusufar was the younger brother to the guy that wanted to come home and his own name was Daud. Also him was an elder brother to Abdulmalik when Maliki was an elder brother Saida whom the last born and Zaira was their elder sister. So all of them were five in numbers. “Sister Zaira has gave birth! Congratulations mom!” Said with loud voice.

He held out his hands wide open as an invitation for her to take. Humeyra forgot of her head and heart's condition as she jumped into her third teacher's waiting hands. The only other person who knew her true identity before the tragedy that wiped out her entire family apart from Dhul Qarnain. The three men: Ibrahim ibn Talha (Humeyra’s father), Umar ibn zuneir (Hamdan’s father) and Dhul Qarnain ibn Maktoum (Humeyra’s foster father) were the three know muftis of the world all in their prime ages.

_______ "Your daughter is now well to go home sir,you don't need to worry about anything else. Just make sure she doesn't stress her self much, because she's still at her early stage and any slight mistake might lead to miscarriage" "Thank you,will abide to all the rules you gave" "My pleasure sir" _____THREE DAYS LATER_____ It's morning, time for fajr prayer. Zuwairah stood up from her bed as she sauntered to her bathroom to perform ablution. Few minute later, she was done with her prayer as she decide to read the Holy Qur'an "It been long I read my Qur'an" she thought She recite Al-Fatiha before starting to read from Suratul Ik-lass and decide to stop on Suratul Al-Rahman. "Tomorrow I'll c

was what he calmly lead with when Gunnar finally decided to speak, "years of me trying to make peace with what happened so why is the past getting dug up now?" "I don't know but don't you want to find dad, lay him to rest next to mom, and give him the proper burial he deserves?" Jericho asked, his posture turned from rigid to slightly more relaxed. He still stood in front of me ready to protect me if needed and the action had my heart swelling with some kind of emotion I couldn't put my finger on.

But little did they know that the Ayatollah had not actually died. Since he was the king because he reincarnated into a Vizier, a powerful and wise advisor, known as the Great Lion of Fire, until he returned to his kingdom, he brought peace to the people, of the twelve kingdoms in which he and his army roamed the other cities of sand, until he reached his kingdom as their new king and protector, watching over his people and keeping them safe from harm.

"Do not say a word. No matter what. He isn't to know what you are." "But - " That didn't make sense. "No," Laeddin barked quietly. "Okay," I said, hearing the worry in his voice. He let go and moved so that he was in front of me. His hand rested on my hip, keeping me firmly in place. I slowly turned around. The "he" Laeddin mentioned was tall. His skin was slightly tinted green and he was dressed from head to toe in black. In his right hand was a long staff tipped with a deep purple orb, which gave off an eerie glow. I knew immediately he was Jaffar.

And he did just that but she picked the call and placed her phone to her ear, waiting for him to talk. "I don't know your name." She grinned and said to the phone. "Ja'afar Muhammad." He said also through the phone staring right into her brown eyes that is yawing to gold because of the sun rays hitting her fair face. "Nice name. Hidaya Aliyu." She whispered lowly into the phone again. "The obedient daughter huh?" He whispered the meaning of her name and she grinned, liking him all the more. She likes men who have knowledge about their religion and even Arabic, it's a major turn on.

I walk quietly to my table of meetings, I sit rolling my mother's rosary in my fingers, I point out a chair in front of me and I get right to the point. -What did you want to talk to me about, that is so important? Jafar is my government's right-hand man, the head of my guards, one of the few people I trust, he is my cousin and a deep connoisseur of the mischief, and of the affairs of the kingdom of Bahrain. -My King, the matter is serious. You know how much I have always been faithful to you, how much our friendship ... Even though he's my cousin and my best friend, I don’t have time to waste on dodges. I am not a man of bended words, I like righteousness, the right shot, precision is a qua

okay sometimes it made me upset that he was not a true Muslim but maybe one day he will. Hope is everything in Islam. Nothing is impossible for Allah... if He could melt the heart of Umar-Al-bin-Khattab who was the biggest enemy of prophet Mohammed (PBUH) and Islam... and later he became one of the greatest Sahabi. Then why couldn't I hope for Daniyal? Maybe one day he would change too. "Allah guide him on a straight path " I made a little dua in my heart and looked again at him. He was already looking at me. Our eyes were locked for a few seconds... then I tore my gaze away.