Prayer Before Work Novels & Stories

The thought made me swallow hard nervously. I knelt beside my bed, my hands clamped together and my eyes. I said a short prayer, I began by thanking God for letting me see another beautiful day, praying for guidance at work and protection throughout today. I also prayed for strength to walk through this new path without going astray from the Lord. A shard of “Amen” rolled off my lips as I ended my prayer. When I was done, I arranged my bed, did some cleaning up and zipped into the bathroom to have a quick bath.

I said my regular prayer before leaving home" Aozubhilahi minashaithani rajim, bismillahi rahmani Raheem tawakalthu Alallahi wala aola walakuwataa illabillah (I seek refuge from you Oh lord,in the name of Allah the most beneficent the most merciful, guide me because there's no other one except You the creator) *** Back to the office,I take a look at my wrist watch and it's already 7:40am. Good job girl Aisha,now you're no longer late to work. After that horrible incident, I've made a promise that I would always make sure to come to work as early as I can and also leave early because, I don't want to be kidnapped again. I entered the elevator and press 28, after some minute feeling like ho

I spoke to him so he lowered his spoon on the table and bent down. “I’m sorry.” He apologizes. “It’s okay. Let’s pray, before our meal get cold. ” I smiled at him and we started praying. I’m used to praying before eating. I closed my eyes and pressed both my palms together. “Lord thank you so much for this meal, for this blessing. Thank you thank you so much for having this in our table tonight, I know that there is many people who wanted to eat this kind of food but you choose to give this delicious food infront of us. Thank you for giving me a chance to had a dinner with my boss, Mr Vergara. This is my first night, first day, and first dinner with him. I hope that there will be next someda

BORNO EMIRATE COUNCIL. A yawn escaped from between her lips as she stretch on the bed while sitting up and saying her morning prayers. It feels like she hadn't woke up herself to pray Fajr, she was too tired but she did it anyway. That is the magic of prayers, it helps you do everything in plan. You just need yo ask your Lord and then everything will turn out great as long as that is the best for you and it is time which makes her wonder why people are so into Shirk.

With a sideways glance, I nod and say nothing, just plop myself down into prayer. Once he’s robed, Father Kilroy lights the incense and takes up the holy water and in that concurrently comforting and menacing voice of his rattles off the Lord’s Prayer. “Our Father who art in Heaven, Hallowed be thy name. Thy Kingdom come. Thy will be done on earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil. Amen.” “Amen,” is echoed immediately by Father Brennan, my father and Bill Gregor, and all the while, Father Kilroy’s been sprinkling the house with holy water and

Eli quickly swallowed the chocolate, nearly choking, and gave him a nod. The guy didn’t seem to notice, thank fuck. “You’re to wake at 3:45 AM every morning. We begin with prayer in the Prayer Room at 4. Matins begins at 5. Since you’re a Postulant, you will stand back with the others and observe the monks until 7. Then we’ll recite the Third Hour psalms at 9. After that, we begin obedience.” “Obedience?” Eli asked, voice still thick from sleep—and whatever the hell he’d just dreamed.

With a heartfelt intention, he washes his face with water and completes the ablution ritual, trying to dispel the laziness and restlessness that linger in his heart. The man immerses himself in the beautiful verses he recites, whispering softly until they fill the depths of his heart. Gradually, the restlessness begins to fade, coinciding with the faint sound of the dawn call to prayer that seeps into his ears. Immediately, he rises from his position and raises both hands in takbir.

The next day she woke up very late with a slight headache and immediately she remembered how Eduardo spoke to her the last time that she was late to the office, she almost got heart failure, then she jumped down from the bed. She started praying as she was preparing quickly, "Oh my God... Please intervene for me in this case, sack latter is what I would receive from my boss if you don't... God." She exhaled and ran out of the house like crazy.

she exclaimed. Oftentimes, Isioma hated being interrupted in between prayers. It was something she never liked. She had to apologize to God now. “Dear God, I am super sorry for what I have just done. I wanted to talk to you about my boss, Mr. Ross. He seems to be on my matter. He calls me frequently to his office and makes some very annoying facial expressions and I keep asking his secretary, Rania why h is acting this way but she usually does not always have the right word. I am a bit worried. Take control. In Jesus' name, I pray.” She concluded her prayers and was son ready for the day.

Mom was happy as well as my father. "Oh hey, let's eat. Let's pray first. Scarlet, you lead the prayer," mother ordered and I nodded. Gio curled up next to me and frowned when he was looking at the dried fish. I just shook my head and started to pray. "In the name of the father, son, and the holy spirit. Lord, thank you very much for the blessings that are prepared on our dinner table. We appreciate these blessings because of your goodness and power all of them arose. Thank you very much, Lord, for continuing to give us the foods we need to be strong and healthy in our daily lives. Thank you very much for our gathering this time of eating and may we have the opportunity again in the next few