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Deep in my thoughts, I stood blankly by my dad’s side as he delivered a gratitude speech, boasting about the new beginning of the Werewolves’ rule over the supernatural world. Alphas and Lunas were in tears to hear the emotional story of my race’s struggle, they all raised their glasses for a toast as my dad said, “Here’s my toast for my brilliant daughter, Shyla. May you be charming and gracious! May your words warm the hearts and souls of the large population of Werewolves. And may the good wishes you share come back to bless you, my dear daughter.” The fatherly love dripping from his words warmed my heart, I clung to his chest and sniffled.

He composed himself before leaving the room, with me tailing behind him, my face crimson red from embarrassment. "Ya Allah, I can't believe I'm going to be a father" he held his wife face kissing her forehead, making me cringe by his action. "Jawad I'm going to be a father" he exclaimed happily giving Jawad a brotherly hug. "I'm happy for you bro congrats" he patted his back. Aunt Fatima prayed for them. "You should thank Allah for this gift," she said "Alhamdulillah" they said in unison.

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.

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“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.

¶¶ 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

[A/N: Diwali is an Indian festival of victory of light over darkness, good over evil, and knowledge over ignorance] "I bil yol baby Achi Maa (I'll be your baby Aunt Aashi). I'll play for You (I'll pray for you). Get bel chun (Get well soon). Aye way You (I Love You)", Shaurya said in his baby's tone and kissed Aashmaan's cheeks and wiped his own tears. Shaurya turned and saw both Arjun and Neil were looking at him. Shaurya looked down immediately and whispered, "Cholly Dadda" (Sorry Dadda)