Novel & Cerita Nothing Short Of A Miracle

I can't believe my ears, the earth was dancing beneath my feet and I can't believe what my ears listened to. After ten years of no hope, after ten cursed years, ten years of longing and hopelessness, I stopped believing in God but little did I know he will return all my happiness, answer all unsaid prayers and bless me with the most beautiful blessing, my parents. "My parents, they are alive." "My Mom, Dad, my life, my happiness, he had returned it all." "Utter Bliss"..." Pure Blessing"

The look on Soraya face was nothing short of pure joy and she had hugged Kaylee so tightly and passionately that I thought she would have never let go. The doctors had been more in shock as they had already concluded that nothing could have saved her and that we would do well to cherish the final moments with her before she died. “This is nothing short of a miracle Mr. Sinclair.” One of the doctors had said. ”You and your wife must really be one hell of a lucky couple because this case has been nothing but baffling. We have never seen anything like it and for her to just recover on her own, an absolute miracle!”

Leonel I reeled from shock and felt like I'd taken a solid right hook to the jaw. My mind struggled to process the blow. It felt like all the air had been sucked out of my lungs, leaving me gasping for breath. The pain in my heart was staggering as I gazed at the photo of Miracle kissing her ex. This form of betrayal was raw and left me numb and empty. Miracle appeared to be the last person who would cheat, but humans continued to prove me wrong, demonstrating that trusting them was a fruitless endeavor. At this point, the only beings I could rely on were my loyal dog, Buddy, and perhaps Leana, who hadn't disappointed me yet.

Never has it been used to describe any part of my existence. Now, I’ve heard it probably three dozen times. Miracle. Miracle. Miracle. Goddess’s Blessings. “If your mate hadn’t been there, you wouldn’t have survived, Ms. Pride.” “The Goddess is smiling down on you that you are still here with us.” “Your bond must be incredibly strong. It seems Rafael willed you back to life.”

Aditya was about to cut the cake when Mehak stopped him "First make a wish! Mumma always says that whatever we wish on our birthday, it always comes true. So close your eyes and make a wish." Aditya never believed in all these but he doesn't know why he wasn't able to deny Mehak? Aditya closes his eyes and thinks "I have everything in my life but no peace. When and where will I find my peace?" Saying this he opened his eyes and Infront of him Zoya was standing there in a lemon frock. Aditya looked at her shockingly…

Mira asked seriously. " I do. Don't you?" " I don't. I have prayed countless times for a miracle, but nothing happens." Mira replied. If it was two days ago, maybe she could agree with the old lady about miracles. To her, the second chance granted to her was like a miracle. That was until she learnt it wasn't. It was a way of atoning to get sins. The sins of trusting the wrong people. " Never loose your faith young Lady. We pray and even when our prayers are not answered, it's fulfill knowing that you turned to the Almighty one when you needed help." The old lady said.

However, I still don't understand why he chose me, a lowly woman who was saved by him. "Mia, do you still remember what you said at that time? Allah is the one who wills everything, nothing is impossible for Him. Nothing is difficult for Him. Nothing is impossible for Him." I stared at Mia's face for a long time, how good she was at hiding her pain. Never sharing her sadness and suffering, she was always there for us, her friends. While taking a deep breath, my mind directed what Mia needed right now. A miracle, Mia needed a miracle so that she could open her eyes. Really wanted to see her recover and live her life as before so that we could chat and discuss many things with her.

The storm was over. The family they’d fought for was here. Whole. Loved. And growing. One perfect, ordinary miracle at a time.

That beautiful, perfect cry. “It..It’s..a miracle” the doctor stammered. Too stunned to speak. I sobbed harder, pressing my face to my son’s, whispering, “That’s it, scream at me, scream at the world, let them know you’re here. You’re mine. You’re alive. My miracle.”

No one knew how to speak into a miracle. Marianne cupped the baby’s cheeks with shaking hands, staring at her daughter like she was something holy. The kind of miracle you only witness once in a lifetime. She didn’t yet know how close she came to losing her. That truth came from the least expected voice. A small figure walked forward. Tiny, skinny Mira—hands clasped behind her back, her eyes still swollen from crying earlier. She stopped right beside Marianne and tugged her arm gently. “Auntie…” Mira whispered.