Sholawat Ayah Novels & Stories

"BISMIL LAAHIR RAHMAANIR RAHEEM,AL HAMDU LILLAHI RABBIL 'AALAMEEN, AR RAHMAANIR RAHEEM,MAALIKI YAWMID DEEN,EYYAAKA NA'BUDU, WA EYYAAKA NASTA'EEN,EH'DENAS SIRAATAL MUSTAQEEM, SIRAATAL LAZINA AN'AMTA 'ALAYHIM; GHAYRIL MAGHDOOBI 'ALAYHIM WALADDAALEEN" AMIN. He said a short prayer: BISMIL LAAHIR RAHMAANIR RAHEEM Qul huwa Allahu ahad Allahu assamad Lam yalid wa lam yoolad Wa lam yakul-lahu kufuwan ahad. Amin. When he was done praying, he called for one of his servants' to serve him some fruits including his favorite, water melon.

She asked her father who was busy praying for his wife "I don't know Tehzeeb. I just wake up and see her like this. I don't really know" Mallam Audu said feeling dejected "Baba don't you think we should take her to the hospital" asked Tehzeeb "Let's wait and see. Get me a cup of water let me pray inside so I will sprinkle it all over her body" Mallam Audu said which Tehzeeb quickly went out to get the cup of water her father asked of. She returns shortly and hand it over to her father which he collected and reciet Suratul Nas, Falaq, Ikhlas and Aayatul-Kursee each three times before he open her mouth for her to drink and use the rest for her body. Which she sighed in relief and slept off. Ma

I say, and we see Leon rolling his eyes and heading toward the mosque. I dry my hands and beard and head toward the voice of my father, who was leading the first prayer of the day. I focus all my requests to Allah, asking for wisdom and protection for my marriage, that He shields my wife from anything that could harm her, and that when the time is right, we are blessed with children to grow our family. My parents approach, and I feel their hands on me while I kneel, my thoughts centered on my requests. “May our son be wise,” my father Hassan says.

i winked at my dadu "You son of donkey!where is your salam(muslim greeting" "Oopss!Salam dadajan"i said He laughed and replied to my salam "How are you dadajaan . I missed you alot ."i said He kissed my forehead and replied "i am good my son .how about you ? You have changed so much ." " i am handsome as always dadajaan"i replied with a tint of naughtiness in my tone "Lets go downstairs dadajaan .i am so much hungry .i really missed the food of ama "i pouted

“And what happens to the boner?” He shrugs, “Same thing that has always happened to others. It’ll go on its own.” My eyes drop down to the barely concealed hardness, he was swollen and showing even through his cassock. I swallow, I missed seeing it by the slimmest of chances. “Well played Father Aryan. Well played. I respect that.” He flashes me a small smile that spoke volumes. He was feeling proud of his one move. “How does one get the special prayers privilege?” He frowned, I could almost see the wheels in his head turning as he wondered what angle I was coming from.

"Hau....w*! And he breath long into the air__ his last breath unto his son hand. Before he could regain from the name he had mention His father has long gone. "Daddy! Daddy" his voice echo and the doctors rush in. Few minute after checking all the could they remove the all the tube connected to his body and cover him in a white sheet. "Innalilahi wai'ina illahi rajiu'n" was all he kept repeating. " from Allah we come, and to him we shall return! Mubarak was still trying to be strong especially when he was forcefully drag out by Khalid and his dad. He could not cry non stop reminiscing all that happen all within 30minute. Indeed Allah his the most wonderful of all.

They are almost fitting in his hold, making me feel even smaller. He then closes his eyes and so do I. “Father, we thank you for being the King of heaven. We thank you for being in control and providing me and my wife with blessings in everything, for you are a merciful God, the most compassionate Lord, and the Adonai Most High, loving us immensely and never ceasing to show your steadfast love to us. We thank you, Father, for this food and bless your holy name in the name of Jesus. Amen.” “Amen.”

¶¶ Tears, tears go away. Why must you come back almost every day? You remind me of my pain. You remind me of my past... ~ Stephany Manfull (Tears, tears go away) ¶¶ Loveth was from a good Muslim home. Her father had taught her to do good to others; to prove to the world that not every one of them saw the worse in others or yearned to eliminate others of diverse faith. Every religion had people who upheld their belief than the Almighty, but Loveth's father taught her not to be like these people. He counselled her and would proudly say he had done a good job alone.

She gently shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper, as she struggled to make him see the error of his ways. "Who am I to question your judgment, Father?" Inayat replied, her voice soft and trembling. "I only wish to remind you of the boundless love our God has shown us. Which nation can boast of a God as benevolent as ours? He has lavished us with riches, granting us the finest treasures from the mountains, plains, and oceans. Your majesty is renowned even in the kingdoms beyond the great oceans. And to whom do we owe this glory? Our one true God, Father." Agnil's expression darkened, his brow furrowed in a bitter frown. His mind had grown resistant to reason, unwilling to recall th