Prayer Before Work Novels & Stories

Raising my hands up I prayed to Allah. Ya Allah whatever insecurities I'm feeling make it easier for me to deal with. Ya Allah give me strength and increase my Iman, guide me through the good path. I stayed on the prayer mat for almost one hour praying and I feel so much better after telling my problems to Allah. Prayer is the key to any problem. After folding the mat, I laid myself on the soft bed letting sleep take over me with so much on my mind. ** I stared at the pile of work on my desk. Today is going to be a long day.

adding, David says, "I think we should start a daily devotion. A bible verse and prayer every morning before we start with the tasks and after the entire day’s work before everyone will be logging-out. We also prepare seconds of bible reading and prayer during noon break after or during lunchtime here in the office with the microphone connected to the intercom all over the area where everyone can clearly hear it. Let's suggest this program to Mr. Heinz first before we start."

She is glad, she got to the office before her annoying boss, despite her lateness. She flicks her hand bag to the desk as she says her usual short prayers before any other work routine. Patting her head gently, she pulls the seat to her ass. "Mmmmm. WHuuuu," she let out her breathe when she perceives the freshly brewed coffee, about to take a sip, her phone beeps.

Well, because I like my life. I finish taking a shower and I'm about getting dressed when Amanda finishes with her prayer session. A sigh of relief escapes my mouth as I thank God. I just don't get why people pray for as long as forever and on top of that, they pray loudly. Like, didn't you read the part that said close your door and pray silently because God who also sees in secret can hear you and will reward you?

It was a long wait for Justice. His alarm clock struck 5a.m and started ringing. He was awakened by the sound of it, he ran straight to the convenience to ease himself. When he was through with that, he went back to the room, knelt down in front of his bed and made a short prayer. He was full of anxiety as to what would happen at work today. He didn’t know what to expect. ‘What does today hold for me?’ He asked. He hurried down to the bathroom and had a cold bath. Over the years, he had grown so fond of having cold water bath. He believed it energizes him and creates a kind of mental alertness. He thought that today could be the day that would change his story.

Seconds pass, and I glance at the wall clock, which reads six-thirty. Before I can go freshen up, I kneel on the bed and offer a prayer, asking God to bless our day and make us capable of recognizing any malice within us, helping us change our ways. I head downstairs, already dressed for work, feeling better after a warm shower. Wetting my head always seems to help. My sister is sitting at the breakfast table, looking like a zombie. I think Simon is still asleep. "Are you okay?"

We went to our seats and arranged our food. "Form a circle," Sia said and we lifted our chairs to form a circle. "Let's pray before eating" He added. He led the prayer. “Let’s pray before we eat” And she led the prayer. We closed our eyes and put our hands together. To be honest, I am not a religious person but I am thankful to our God for all the blessings he has given to us also for another life. “Bless us O Lord, and these thy gifts,

“Yeah, yeah….go ahead and do it then….”. “Aw, come on, boss…enjoy it….…..OH DEAR LORD!!!!!…..PLEASE HEED MY PRAYER!!.and bless this soul before me!!….”.(Bishop Agabo)

THIRD PERSON'S P.O.V. It was around 3.am when Humeyra’s biological clock woke her up for her every day appointments with her Rabb. It has become a habit for her to observe Qiyamul leyl (night prayers) and converse with her Rabb (lord) on any and every bit of her Joys and sorrows.

damn you! Father Ward shivered, eyes snapping open. He turned off the sink’s faucet and glanced at the clock on the bathroom wall. 3:15. Might as well get ready for school. Have some toast, a cup of coffee and attend to his morning devotions, which felt emptier by the day. He hadn’t lost faith in the power of prayer . . . but he was beginning to wonder if anyone was listening to his, anymore. He turned from the mirror to get dressed, ignoring the whisper threatening to drag him to hell.