Novel & Cerita Secular Daily Readings

JASMINE “Not again!...” I groan, rolling to the end of the bed to turn off the alarm clock. it's another working week and I need to head to the office. I'm still feeling sleepy but what can I do?. sitting up fully I rub my eyes a little, stretched my body then accepted my fate before climbing down from the bed to go on my knees. “Dear Lord, thank you for the gift of life, thank you for your mercies upon my life that's leading me on, I know I'm not perfect but I'm perfect in you. this is another working week and I need your help at Javis-k...Amen!”

I sauntered to my bathroom to pick up a new blade, I trimmed my nails and pick up my Qur'an to recite Suratul Al-Kahf "Whoever reads Surat al-Kahf on Friday, will be illuminated with light between the two Fridays." In no any circumstances will I ever cease to remember this important word in my life, and that's what I have been doing for the past years and will never stop as a good Muslim. After finished reading Surat al-Kahf, I send a lot of blessings upon the prophet Muhammad (S.A.W) peace be upon him (PBUH). Decelerate, I slept off on my praying mat with tears on my face. _____9 HOURS LATER_____

The white-capped waves that crashed along the jagged cliffs had lulled her to sleep each night, and the terrace where she read her devotionals in the mornings provided the perfect view of the Mediterranean Sea. Alexa had awoken with the sun each morning on their vacation. Jetlag and the changes in her schedule were distracting enough to send her stirring at an earlier hour than Salvatore, so she used the time to study Scripture. She and Salvatore had taken a few journeys into the nearby towns, and although they had no neighbors to observe, she knew the villages were waking with the dawn. Pulling her blanket tighter around her shoulders, she stared at the passage before her. Proverbs 28:13 re

He’s so impatient! I stilled when I open the message. Chayim Neo: Good morning. May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in Him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of Holy Spirit (Romans 15:13). My mouth hanged open as I finished reading his message. Goodness gracious! I squeezed my eyes closed, unable to move from where I’m standing. With my trembling hands, I decided to turn the knob and grip my phone tightly.

"In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit..." A hundred voices responded: "Amen." Veronica could see Henry's feet through the gap in the altar cloth....his polished black shoes, the hem of his chasuble. He was standing directly in front of where she knelt, separated only by the marble altar and a thin cloth. The opening prayers continued. Kyrie eleison. Gloria. The collect. Then Henry moved to the ambo for the readings, and Veronica waited. First reading. Responsorial psalm. Second reading. Gospel acclamation.

“ You do know that it's only Tuesday today, the third day of the week. ” “ I know, right? ” “ Yeah. My favorite verse for this week is Matthew 6vs25. Which says, “ Therefore I say unto you, Take no thought for your life, what ye shall eat, or what ye shall drink; nor yet for your body, what ye shall put on. Is not life more than meat, and the body more than raiment? ” “ Oh, wow. That's a very beautiful verse. Mine has been, Ephesians 4 vs 32. Which says, “ And be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God for Christ's sake hath forgiven you. ”

“On the Ninth Bell, everyone would answer: the one who arrives without fear has rehearsed his lie.” My jaw tightened; I knew what the Ninth Bell meant, and I also knew I had prayed my entire life never to ring it. Slowly, I flipped to the next page. “Open the Black Chair. Close the white door. Count thirteen breaths before judgement. Never count fourteen.” I stared at the page for several long seconds. The old kings never wrote unnecessary words. Every sentence, number, and command had a purpose. Another paragraph caught my eye. “Nessuna Misericordia. Nessuna preghiera.”

The priest’s voice rose and fell as he recited the prayers. "Requiem aeternam dona ei, Domine, et lux perpetua luceat ei." "Grant her eternal rest, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon her." The priest beside him interpreted. Rafael stood on my left. Lucia on my right. Their presence was the only thing keeping me upright. My father stood across the grave, alone. His face was carved from stone, but his hands — his hands trembled at his sides. The priest lifted a small brass thurible, swinging it gently. The smoke of frankincense curled upward, disappearing into the pale morning sky.

It was already time for the second reading, she stood there and tapped her feet in annoyance, she had slept late the previous night causing her to wake up late in the morning. After the second reading was done, a song proclamation was made and the priest came up to the altar for the gospel reading. Ben and other church members that came late were allowed into the church, she walked swiftly and took a seat at the middle roll, she loved being at the front but it was already occupied. She made a sign of the cross and prayed briefly “The lord be with you." The priest began raising the mike up. "And with your spirit." The church responded. "A reading from the holy gospel according to Luke." He fa

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.