Quran By Pages Novels & Stories

Flipping to the next page, I try to see if there's any indication of a title, since neither the front page nor first page have one. I don't see anything of the sort. Instead, I find a paragraph of ink marks that look similar to the one on the first page. "Is this a joke?" I flip to the next page and find the same handwriting, but the text in this one looks longer. Groaning, already starting to get irritated by the seemingly pointless search, I flip through some more pages, hoping that I find something meaningful. Rather, most of the pages of the book are blank. Just bare sheets of paper.

I opened the other pages, my eyebrows met when I read something. I’ve read the poems and qoutes written on every pages, these poems and qoutes are kinda familiar to me. I read the other written texts. As I turned the last page, my eyes widen when I read it. Is she…

Why rip out only one page? I read the numbers in the corners of the pages on either side, noting that they took page sixty-three. So I turn to the contents page at the start of the book. I skim down the list, until I find it. Song of The Sea Maiden ……………………… p63 The sea maiden. The beach. The dreams. The answers are right in front of me. I just can’t see them yet.

(Jette came near the phone and answered the call) “Hello, Ma’am, how may I help you?” asked Jette. “Please find the first rule in the middle of the book,” said the woman on the other line. “Hello, what do you mean?” asked Jette. (Busy phone sound starts) *** At home, when she arrived, she counted all the pages, the book contains 500 pages. She divided it by two, she carefully turns every page. When she reaches page 250, she found a little envelope, and she opened it, Jette opened the small paper inside, and she reads it…

"Can you recite my favorite Surah for me?" "Yeah, sure, Nas." He picked the Quran from the bedside table and started reciting in his melodious tone. Nasreen couldn't help but smile. She rested her head on his chest and he wrapped her so close to his heart. Whenever he made a mistake she corrected him. Until the last time he made a mistake on purpose waiting for her to correct him, but she didn't say anything. That was when he looked at her something didn't feel right. "Why are you smiling Nas, I know I have a nice qira'a, but you don't have to smile this much."

Boaz declares, flipping through the pages of the Bible. Tbc.

“They will answer for what they did regardless of where they run to.” “I can’t wait to get my hands on them.” Darius said, his teeth showing in something that wasn’t quite a smile. Kaidora moved to the mat on the floor and lowered herself onto it. She reached beneath it and pulled out a book so old its spine had cracked through entirely, the pages held together by nothing except habit. She opened it carefully and spread it across her lap. Darius and Aurelian crouched on either side of her immediately. The pages were covered in the same script that lined the walls.

Pushing the other books aside, Kiara opened up the book. On the very first page was an oath, and the rest of the pages were blank. She turned the book upside down and flipped through it again, and still the only thing in the entire book was the pledge at the very first page. She picked up one of the other books she tossed aside, she flipped through them and they all had words written on every single page. Biting a side of her bottom lip, she decided to read what she saw.

She scanned the red box that was on the table. This box was sized and straightforward, only about thirty centimeters. But Queenie had seen a lot of magic from this box. Queenie slowly opened the box. Everything looked like before. There was a book with a gold covering. She opened the book. The first page was empty now! No more warning posts there. Then Queenie opened the second page. The page that was before empty now contained some text. Queenie frowned. This book could change according to the conditions that happened. Queenie started to read the text on the second page of the book.

With an uncertain feeling, he opens the mushaf to the middle, where the heart of the mushaf lies. The man begins to immerse himself in the beautiful verses, his body trembling. His chest feels like it's thundering as flashbacks from the past slowly fill his mind like a slow-motion documentary. Apart from the ustadz who comes to teach him to recite the Quran every day, his father, Renda, also used to listen to him recite the Quran every day. His vision starts to blur as he turns the next page. Tear.. crystal droplets finally fall one by one, wetting the pages of the mushaf in his lap. He wipes the crystal droplets with his fingertips, as they start to form a river, until he completes his reci