Novel & Cerita Secular Daily Readings

“The destiny of life...” Sighing then my eyes fell on one point. Today is November 10, 2019, it is Heroes' Day, three days later Mica's birthday. Staring at the calendar hanging on the bedroom wall, right on Mica's birthday the results of the last test will be given by doctor Martin. “O Allah, may our struggle be approved by You, give the best results according to You, O Allah.” Raising both hands, lips slowly read the letter Al Fatihah solemnly.

“Glory be to the Father, to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit,' Thundi prayed. 'As it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be world without end, amen. May the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, the love of God and the fellowship of the Holy Spirit, be with us from now, forth and forever, amen.' “Thundi opened his eyes and was quiet for almost ten minutes. Then, slowly, he lay on the grass, closing his eyes. Twenty minutes later, he dozed off. “The following day, as early as five o'clock, in the morning, pastor Kofotori was up. He pulled out his Bible and read again 'He delivers and rescues; he works signs and wonders, in heaven and on earth, he who has saved Daniel, from the powers of the

They took each other's hands, and with closed eyes, began to recite The Lord's Prayer in French; some of the only French that Mikael knew fluently: Notre Père, qui es aux cieux, que ton nom soit sanctifié, que ton règne vienne, que ta volonté soit faite sur la terre comme au ciel. Donne-nous aujourd'hui notre pain de ce jour. Pardonne-nous nos offences comme nous pardonnons aussi à ceux qui nous ont offensés. Et ne nous soumets pas à la tentation, mais délivre-nous du mal, car c'est à toi qu'appartiennent le règne,

“Dear Heavenly Father, please give me the words to keep this evil man far away from Ryan. Guide me and give me your words to help your will be done. Help the judge to be open to your will. I ask this in your son’s precious name. Amen.” I sit in silent meditation until my watch beeps, letting me know that there are five minutes before it is time for court to start. Standing up, I grab the folder in front of me, straighten my suit jacket, and head out of my office.

And the rest of the extended family had distanced themselves from the scandal with practiced efficiency. The service was brief. Isabella had requested no eulogy—she couldn't bear to hear a stranger summarize her mother's life in platitudes. Instead, the priest read from Ecclesiastes: "To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven." Isabella barely heard it. She sat in the front pew, Damien's hand in hers, staring at the simple casket and feeling nothing. Or everything. She couldn't tell anymore.

It's Friday morning. As wonted, it has become Zuwairah's habitual to perform this obligations on Friday's after her fajr prayer. She sauntered to her bathroom to pick up a new blade,she trimmed her nails and pick up her 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 she ever cease to remember this important word in her life,and that's what she has been doing for the past years and will never stop as a good Muslim

He persuaded. 🌸🌸🌸 Dua': Supplication Essencial Bology Text Book: A type of Nigerian biology text book used in most secondary schools or high schools in Nigeria. Attakbir!: Praise God. Allahu Akbar!: God is Great Alfa: Islamic Scholar Fidau prayer: A contegational or jointprayer done 40 days after the death of someone. Subhanallah : Glory be to God. 🌸🌸🌸

Only one site remained on the screen. Olalekan stood up and studied the web address on the screen. It was vaguely familiar. With furrowed eyebrows, he wondered where he had seen this before. The others studied this too. BIBLECHRONICLES.ORG Huh? “Isn’t this the website that owns that famous daily devotional app?” One of the Heads of Department said. “Indeed it is. My daughter uses it every day to conduct her bible reading.” Said another. “I don’t understand why this is here…”

Then I rolled off the bed and went on my knees by the side of the bed as my early morning routine demanded. "Dear lord, it's me again. Thank you for waking me and my family this morning, thank you for another shot at improving our lives, this day look upon us and give us our daily bread, amid help those who can't help themselves during this tough times of war. The likes of Blake, dear lord open his eyes...Amen"

And it must be true, because, after all these years, she kept it. Hugging it closer to my chest, I went back into the kitchen, sat down pouring myself another glass whiskey, ready to read the Lord's teaching. “If dad can do it, so can I...” I murmured. I opened the book, and it's randomly displaying Roman 16:20, “The God of peace will soon crush Lucifer under your feet,” I read aloud, “The grace of our Lord Jesus be with—” Knock knock My reading was interrupted by someone banging on the door, Who could it be, it's late,