Sholawat Ayah Novels & Stories

It took him awhile before he could utter the words, "I am interested in marrying her." "Allahu Akbar! Allah's great." His mother screamed joyfully. "Alhamdulilah, alhamdulilah- thank you Allah." She raised her palm to the sky and began reciting gratifications to her Lord. Sufyan's father smiled at him. "Have you performed Istighar on this?" He asked making his mother pause her praises to look at Sufyan. Sufyan nodded. "I have." "Aah thank you Allah, thank you for answering my highest prayer." His mother continued.

Abhi is sitting with Lucky parents. ishq haay Oh love teri aankho ke matwale kaajal ko mera salaam Salute to the kohl of your eyes zulfon ke kale kale baadal ko mera salaam Salute to the clouds of your tresses ghayal karde mujhe yaar, teri paayal ki chankaar The sound of your anklets drives me crazy soni soni, teri soni har adaa ko salaam Oh pretty lady, my salute to each of your charms

"Kataku tojita mabuta no ura de negau koto wa ushinawareta inochi ni yasuragi wo kidzuiteagerarenakatta kokoro ni sukui wo mata au toki ni wa douka kiseki wo ( Behind my firmly shut eyes I pray: Peace for those lives that were lost, Salvation for those hearts that did not realize, a miracle for the next time we meet.) Pity that kid had to grow up without a father. ... Well, that's if I fail here!! 7th time the charm!

I said begging and crying "Maryam I understand you so much,I promise you this, she won't do anything to you again" "You promise sir?" "Yes I do and why are you calling me sir? I thought we agreed to call me your Dad" "OK Daddy" "Good now let go home" ************* "As salamu Alaikum" "Wa alaikumu Salam"

I got up with no smile on my face, but with dead emotions and soulless eyes. with giving a kiss on Azan's cheek And headed to the washroom, to perform ablution. After praying fajr salah, I still sat on the prayer mat. 'aye Allah give my parents the highest rank in paradise. Shower upon Azan your blessings, make him stay away from wrong doings. I am accepting Arman just because you want me. Because it is written in my fate. I want you to put rehem in his heart for me. I don't want to live a live full of miseries. I am scared, help me see the right path, show me the right path. I'll try my best to perform every duty, he expects. Lead me to straight path. Give me patience. Grant me with sab'r,

Papa came towards me with a smile on his face while tears fell down his face. "Papa, why are you crying?", I ask him. "These are tears of happiness, my Hayat. Finally I can say that you are happy with your family. I am so glad that I accepted Aayan's marriage proposal. He is the best son any parent could have asked for," he says kissing my forehead and making me smile. Alhamdullilah. That's what we should always say even if things don't go the way we want. Allah knows best. He knows what's inside our hearts. He knows what we need in our lives. Pray and trust in Him. Allah knows best.

I just needed a motherly comfort. "I'm sorry ma for shutting you out. I'm sorry ma..." I hiccuped while she wiped my tears and pecked my forehead. "I understand baby, I'm also sorry" she cried. "The Prophet (SAW) said: The greatest reward comes from the greatest trial. When Allah loves people, He tests them, and whoever accepts it gains the pleasure of Allah and whoever complains earns His wrath. May He saves us from His wrath and punishment" he lectured. He stood up ready to leave our melodramatic family reunion not before saying, "Oh Allah, help us to remember you, to be grateful to you, and to worship you in an excellent manner!" and we all replied with "Ameen".

"Today is your last exam. I thought I'd help a little. Do you have a problem with that?" Abrar ran and hugged his father. "No, Father. Just stay beside me always. Please." Arian wiped his eyes. "I will, my son. Always. Now go take a shower, eat your payesh, and go to school." Abrar went to shower. Raisa arranged bowls of payesh on the table. Nurul Islam called from the balcony, "Abrar, I've said my prayers for you. You can do it." ---

"As salam 'alaykum wa rahmatulah wa barakatuh!" (Peace, mercy and blessings of Allah be upon you). The deep, familiar voice echoed through the living room. Ramlah's heart skipped as she recognized the voice. It was Mr. Aliyu. Her father was finally back! With a surge of excitement, she leapt from the couch and raced towards the door. "Dad?" She jumped up and raced towards the door and opened it. "Dad!" She threw her arms around him tightly. "Welcome home! I have missed you terribly."

“One son of a gun had angered my spirit earlier. I don't know, but I think I hate him.” “You hate no creation of Allah, Liyana,” Sofia cleared. “The Qur’an taught us to love, not despise. You just got to tolerate everyone's personality and behavior. Do you get it?” “Whatever!” Liyana smiled and Sofia shook her head with a chuckle. At Ayaan’s place, his grandma, whom he lives with was in the sitting room, making a beautiful embroidery on a piece of cloth when Ayaan arrived. “Salaam alaikum,” he saluted, shutting the door behind him. He had just gone to perform the Ishai namaz.