Novel & Cerita Quran With Reading

Indeed You are the one whom we should ask, all Wise and Merciful. "Oh you who believe! Seek help with patient perseverance and prayer, for God is with those who patiently persevere." (2:153) After dua, I took the Qur'an and started reciting Surah Kahf to calm my nerves. It was almost seven in the morning, and everyone in the house was awake till now, as the function was held in afternoon right after zuhr salah. All the girls, including Hareem, Haya, Hira, Armeen, Faariha and Aamina, were present in my room, along with the beauticians.

It hurts tht I don't matter, that my emotions do not matter. I pat my head to feel the scarf I just tied a few minutes ago, almost knocking off the sun glasses I wore over my puffy eyes earlier. "So, first, Ms Moukthar's office abi?" I nod. She drives out of the car park and I revel in the silence that reigns, too tired to even cry. Glossary: Surah: Chapters of the Holy Qur'an. Ayah: Verses of the Holy Qur'an.

* * * I wake up the next day feeling body pain all over, I check my golden wristwatch for time and discover it was already past 9am, through the window i could see sun dazzling into the living room. I stood up quickly and perform ablution and said my missing prayer subh and open the holy book that was beside me and recited Suratul Yusuf, my favorite. Immediately I was done reciting I fold the praying mat and lay the holy book. That was when it dawned on me that I haven't seen Reedah since I came back yesterday.

“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

Allaahumma 'innee 'abduka, ibnu 'abdika, ibnu 'amatika, naasiyatee biyadika, maadhin fiyya hukmuka, 'adlun fiyya qadhaa'uka, 'as'aluka bikulli ismin huwa laka, sammayta bihi nafsaka, 'aw 'anzaltahu f*e kitaabika, 'aw 'allamtahu 'ahadan min khalqika, 'awista'tharta bihi f*e 'ilmil-ghaybi 'indaka, 'an taj'alal-Qur'aana rabee'a qalbee, wa noora sadree, wa jalaa'a huznee, wa thahaaba hammee . O Allah, I am Your slave and the son of Your male slave and the son of your female slave. My forehead is in Your Hand (i.e. You have control over me). Your Judgment upon me is assured and Your Decree concerning me is just. I ask You by every Name that You have named Yourself with, revealed in Your Book, tau

— H O O R — . . . “What are reading?” He asks in a low and soft voice. My attention is dragged by him. However, the peace between us is so pleasant and lovely that I do not grumble in annoyance or anything else. I just look at Zahir who sits beside me. On his knees, he is still praying under his breath. His gaze is in his front and closed, while his hands are joined. His head bows in respect. I glance down at the Holy Book in my lap and go through the lines that come into my view for the first time after I remove my gaze from my husband’s handsome appearance.

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

. “Allah (God) is with those who have patience.” Quran 2:153 If you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can't Happy reading… Sameera p.o.v Getting up early I went to the kitchen to make Saad's favourite breakfast. I glance at the clock from time to time. The moment I heard footsteps coming , I rolled the food covering it with aluminium and ran toward the door. " Saad stop" he stopped looking at me confused.

And if you know that is this matter is bad for me and my religion and my welfare in the life to come, then distance me from it, and ordain for me what is good wherever it may be, and help me to be content with it. Halima can't help but feel that the prayer doesn't suit the situation but Allah knows her situation and only He will understand her, for He is the knower of the seen and unseen. She turns to Sa'eed and recites Ayatul Qursiy - a verse from Suratul Baqarah -, Amanar Rasool, the three Quls three times each and other Du'ahs. After an hour or so, Sa'eed wakes up sweating. He obviously had a nightmare but he can't seem to remember what it is.

She jumped into his arms after seeing him standing by the door with s smile stretching his lips to his cheeks. "Anything for you." He gave her a full kiss this time around which she returned with equal lust and desire. Zayn and Nana sat down on the praying mat with Qur'an in their hands. They decide to recite the last two juz' so that Khumais will also pick up with them and continue. They started gently and kept looking at him once in a while till he finished fixing his puzzles and started reading with them, louder than them actually. A proud smile settle on both their faces as they started reading louder also which made his voice more and more louder. They kept competing till they finish th