Jafar Ibn Abi Talib Mga Nobela at Kwento

Subhanallah. Inalillahi wa ina ilaihi raji'un. I couldn't save Miss Faryah.

The books were on shelves that began at floor level and went all the way to the top in every direction, three-hundred-and-sixty degrees of books. We each grabbed a tome and started reading, pouring over the thick volumes that held the histories of his realm. Jaffar was all over in the writings. Some historians called him the equivalent to a saint or a prophet, though little was known of his personal life. He married young. His wife had a child. But nothing more. Nowhere did it mention his wife's or the child's name. It said nothing about his magical abilities or how he came to possess them. There were also stories of "the benevolent priest" saving crops from pestilence, healing children with

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

No, he knew he just couldn't, he was no super hero but at least he would try to do something. Omar looked around, studying every man's face that he could, like he knew who the bad guys, the assassins and the so called Prince Aazim were but he didn't. He had never seen this Prince Aazim before and aside from his father, he didn't know who else was in on this plot. "Custodian of the Two Holy Mosques, His Royal Highness King Jaan bin Abdullah bin Abdulaziz Al Saud, of Saudi Arabia."

Tehzeeb dressed in a mini skirt and crop top arranging her apartment neatly, putting incense every where, she has no idea of AA coming back today, so she connected her phone to the home theater speaker listing to the recitation of the Holy Qur'an Suratul At-Tawbah(Repentance). Different kind of car but thesame colours of car lined up waiting for the gate to be opened for them, the gate man immediately open the gate knowing who is the owner of all this car which is none other than General Ashafa Alkali Ladan (AA) who is back with his escorts. Despite him not liking the idea of escort following him he has no option like before because his now a General and no General is to be roaming around wi

Ayesha, Yahya and Farhan were about to agree- “No, we deshide righth hair righth noww,” Jafar declared as he was wheelchaired into the garden by a nurse.

’ he asked, his gaze flicking back to Abdullah. ‘This is Abdullah al Bakir, Sheikh of a northern desert tribe and Sheikh Omer Ibrahim’s older brother. He is the rightful heir to the throne of Dubai.’ Amira felt the sudden surprise tense Abdullah’s body, felt it in herself. She’d spoken with a certainty she felt right through her bones.

He looked at me and said, "You've done a great job, she-wolf. I've never seen a braver girl like you during an operation like this. I saw your potion box. Have you been through some medical training before?" "No. The box belongs to Uma. She was the Shaman doctor in the Crimson Pack. I was just helping her around in her tent, treating wounded soldiers." I said. "You've got yourself a pair of very steady hands. Have you thought of becoming a doctor or something?" he asked. "A real doctor? A Shaman doctor, you mean?" I asked. "Yeah," he said. "My name is Jafar Sadiq. I'm His Excellency's personal physician and I'm also the head of the Royal Medical Academy in King's Land. You're welcome to join

’ Anjana’s face turned pale. ‘Don’t worry; I am saying that as he is the Shiva’s gift. He is part of Shiva. And as Shiva he will also destroy the phoney arrogance of others.’ ‘Oh! Then what’s your suggestion?’ ‘HANUMAN – Destroyer of Phoney Arrogance.’ *****

"Assalamualaikum" Sadiq raised his head and was met with his drained friend. He unplugged the iron he was using " waalaikumusalam. Finally you're here." he said to jafar . Jafar walks straight to the bed, he kept his bag one side and lat flat on the the bed. " I'm so so tired and hungry wallahi" Sadiq hang the shirt he ironed and went to drag a stool to sit on " see this boy fa, wasn't there a cafeteria at your work place? "