Sholawat Ayah Novels & Stories

" Khalid honestly, I know you went through a devastating childhood with your mother and I know that you definitely do not want to be like your Father" " I almost turned into him, I hit you" he answered. " but it was out of anger, you let Shaytan control you and it's not supposed to be so, Khalid you're a good person and that anger in you, the aggressive part of you needs to die down, the only way we can get rid of that is by praying to Allah, just make Salah, stay a while in your sujood, pour your heart out to him and that's it, you'll be fine, you'll find peace because Allah is always there to listen to you, he is always there to protect and guide you, he loves all his servants equally Khal

Whatever comes out of her mouth. "Alhamdulillah, so what is your decision. You don't need to speak, you can just nod your head, yes or no." Lash blushes and hesitates before nodding her head in a yes motion. "It's a yes! Ya Allah Alhamdulillah! {Glory be to God} Alhamdulillahi Rabbul Khaliqeen {glory be to Lord of all creatures} !" Zulqa shouts, the sound echoing throughout the garden. Lash gives him a wierd look as he goes down and does multiple Sujoodush-shukr {gratification prostration}. She never thought she's capable of making a human being this happy without doing anything.

My thoughts sharpened. I turned inwards, reaching deep into the core of light within me and whispered a prayer for strength. “Subḥānaka Allāhumma wa biḥamdik, wa tabārakasmuk, wa ta‘ālā jadduk, wa lā ilāha ghayruk” (Glory be to You, O Allah, and praise. Blessed is Your name, exalted is Your majesty, and there is no god but You.)

He inquired kindly and I gulped down the knots in my throat; all the while reciting Ayat-e-Kareema in my head. "There is none worthy of worship besides You. Glorified are You. Surely I am from the wrongdoers."(21:87) "Is, Hadiya Ameen here? I am here to see her." Ya Rahman, Ya Raheem, please—

V I took a deep breath and started my heartfelt declarations and sincere confession. Bismillah, I began. Asalamu aleikum warahmatullahi wabarakatu dear family. Na'am. Today, Alhamdulillah am grateful to have you all around especially Abu. I couldn't help but get up and embrace him. I missed his fatherly presence. I have missed you so much baba. Jazakillahu kheir for coming on such short notice.

Even now he still missed his wife badly and he always got very emotional whenever thinking about her "Oh my god! You look so pretty fuck!!" Amaar literally exclaimed ,obviously trying to minimise the sad tension that had welcomed the whole room.. Father playfully smacked him on his head for swearing as we all laughed. "Thank you baby brother" I chuckled happily ,giving him a side hug before my father joined too in our little group hug.. "No way ,a family hug without me ?"A voice came behind and that was my big brother Shivaay walking towards us

"Thank you Mom, I'm on my way going now" "OK my dear, be safe OK?". "Okay Umma". 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)

A sweet smile appear on my lips as I watch the white snow spreading like a carpet ‘’It's beautiful isn't it ??’’I rub my hand to keep it warm . ‘’ Subhan Allah ( glory to be our lord )’’ shaking my head at the beautiful nature in front me , I sat in the car …. ready to meet my father . ‘’ Assalam ( May peace be upon you ) ‘’ I greeted as soon as I opened the door to enter his room . ‘’ dad….’’ I frown at his behaviour… ‘’ you still change your clothes’’ opening my veil , I kissed his forehead.

Arfaat explained. The elderly woman was in tears already... "Allah mai yadda yaso!" She praised God silently before proceeding to say, "Son, I'm proud of you. I'm so proud of you, Allah ya taimaka ya bada sa'a" (May Allah help and guide you)". "Ameen". They chorused. "Congrats bro, I'm so happy, at least we now have a big source of income". Fatymah said happily with tears of joy gathering in her eyes.

Let Allah decide which one is best for us. “Father, Mother, I . . . ." Without answering her father's greeting, Anna screamed to tell her parents that her husband was in critical condition in the ICU. "Honey, take care of yourself, okay?" Murni said while hugging Anna. "All trials are a necessity for the believing servant. Allah wants to know the quality of our faith, loves Allah more or loves family." "Mom, I'm scared." Wildan stroked his daughter.