My First Quran Book Novels & Stories

May Allah bless you saying this imam left the room and Murat and Arman both hugged me happily. Soon Hayat, Jiya and Fatima took Khushi outside and make her sit beside Hasan while piya sit on Khushi's lap.. They both look each other and smile :O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O: Assalamu_Alaikum dears, How was my first book? I really want a overall comment from you all.. Want Epilogue? Enjoy, vote and comment

"I... I am sorry," I stammered, scrambling up from the bed, my face flushed with embarrassment. My heart thundered in my chest as I felt his piercing gaze following my every movement. Before I could take another step, his hand shot out, grabbing mine. He pulled me close-so close that I could feel his warmth radiating against my skin. The intoxicating heat from his body mixed with the faint scent of pine and something raw, almost feral. His breath brushed against my cheek, and I instinctively kept my head bowed, avoiding his gaze. I knew better than to look directly into his eyes. These creatures were unpredictable, volatile. One wrong move could mean my life.

Muhammad asked. “I guess there is a lot I need to learn outside the field of Medicine,” Maryam replied and they both laughed. As Muhammad swam, they both chatted towards dawn. About the Author Musa Hashim is an Author, Philosopher and Pedagogue. He is a citizen of Nigeria. Musa is a graduate of Biological Sciences and he is based in Kano. His writing genres are Mysteries and Thrillers. Musa was among the participants of the L. Ron Hubbard’s Writers of the Future Online Workshop 2020 mentored by Orson Scott Card, David Farland and Tim Powers. He was also shortlisted for the Yasmin EL Rufai Foundation (YELF) Writing Workshop 2019 mentored by Pwangulongii Daoud, and Kaduna Books and Arts Festi

“Lauren, I need you with me. I looked at Ursel, startled to be caught with lost thoughts. “Of course, I'm sorry. – I replied awkwardly as I fidgeted in the chair next to hers while we tried to talk about some things that didn't match my personal concerns. For them everything was in the greatest peace, what happened the day before was a misunderstanding that would be resolved. — The Qur'an is explicitly fascinating and what I am going to quote is something that comes from my total conception and studies, don't be scared. – His speech accompanied the movement of his hand placing a robust book over my hands, the Arabic inscriptions on the cover and inside were fascinating. I touched the pages l

Anaisha was ready to respond but Teddy stopped her, Isha laughed. "Well... This is it! The Quran states, "That it is indeed the Most Honorable, In Book well-guarded, which none shall touch but those who are clean. " The word "clean" sometimes is translated as "purified," which means that ablutions must be performed before touching the book. In Muslim homes the book usually sits on a pedestal stand or in a clean, uncluttered area. It is never allowed to fall on the floor or sit on a shelf underneath other books"... Satisfied? 🤗

she tried not to answer but he already noticed. “let me guess, its English translation of Quran?” he put her in the hardest spot. Her face went white as if someone tried to shot her, and there were mix feelings of embarrassment and confusion. While he waited for answer, he read her face and understood her expressions so he made it easy for her. “you should read translations of other holy books too, it gives you a great knowledge about others religion but Quran is the most preferable book, enjoy reading it, I myself also read bible” he stood up along with his laptop.

If there was an answer anywhere… It would be here. I searched through the oldest section first, carefully running my fingers across cracked leather bindings faded by time. One book after another came off the shelf. None of them mentioned curses. I kept looking. Finally… One worn spine caught my attention. Across the faded cover, a single word had been pressed into the leather. Curses. I carefully pulled the heavy book free. Dust drifted into the air as I carried it to a nearby table and sat down. Taking a steady breath, I opened the first page. “Well…” I whispered to myself. “Here we go.”

My eyes water a bit at his words. My father reenters the room and gasps. I look up to see him staring at the book. "Do you know what that is. It is the first book that has ever been printed in our language. It is a story as old as time but talked about much." He exclaims. He looks so happy and shares my joy. We both love to read, and I know it has been a while since he got to read an actual book. It is a fine first gift, I think.

“Hi, Bram, it’s been a long time since I wrote a letter to you, like when we first met. Do you still remember, Bram? ‘A special man for Mother’, that’s what Mother called you. It turned out to be true, you are so special, even though you are not a perfect man. You hurt and disappoint me so often, but you are the best for me, for our children. I can finally understand the unconditional love you have. Did you know, Bram, Bi Mun invited me to the Grand Mosque, to attend the weekly study that she regularly attends. Ibu Fahri, who was giving the sermon at that time, discussed Surah Al-Ashr, the 103rd chapter of Juz 30, a short letter that was revealed in the city of Mecca. The letter was very sho

Me and myself. I managed to pull myself up and reached for the pocket of the jacket I'm wearing. The book Justin gave, The First Born is inside. "You know, you really gave me a headache" I said looking at the book in my hands. Even after thinking about it on the diners and through my way home last night, I'm still confused and somewhat frustrated. I still can't believe what was written on this book. Still, I love the author, Priam, but his book this time is confusing.