Short Religious Inspirational Stories Novels & Stories

"So this is where you've been hiding! Pay up, now!" The old apartment building had paper-thin walls, and the debt collectors heard the racket. Without hesitation, they stormed upstairs and beat Zach to a pulp. "Please, I'm begging you, spare me," Zach stammered, his whole body shaking. "I've got money. I swear. My girlfriend's the Zeller heiress. Give me some time, and I'll get you the money…"

“That’s why I told you to believe in the God of my pastor, Pastor Timothy. You lacked faith, but now, you see His power.” “Please, don’t be sad. You know there are so many fake pastors out there. Most of them just use their position to make money.” “Not Pastor Timothy.” I moved excitedly in his loose embrace. “From the moment I heard his first sermon, I knew he was a true man of God. He told me I would get pregnant right after the fasting and prayer, and look, here we are! This baby isn’t just any child. It’s special, a gift from God. Do you remember Zachariah and his wife, Elizabeth, from the Bible?”

me fall into the abyss. She teaches me how to make my belief strong in Allah. She was the one who gave me the name Zaniya. It was because of her concern and teaching about religion that slowly made me closer to Allah. I prayed with every breath to meet you, I always prayed for a miracle to happen. But perhaps miracles don't happen too quickly. I didn't lose hope once I got closer to Allah. The time moved a little more when with the efforts of that old lady we got a proposal for Bobi. He was a good and gentle boy in every respect. We were happy for Bobi and after a few months, she got married and left us to go with her husband. And then that old lady became my friend, my mother, my sympathiz

Her faith was similar to a weak, thin string which could be broken by a sudden single tug. But it doesn't matter how many steps you've moved away from Allah, you can come back with a single step of repentance. She was in a deep sleep when suddenly the room to her door opened and entered Irtaza. His eyes fell on her sleeping form, she was snorting like a child making him smile.

“I think he’s cherry picking scripture, I hate it when they do that.” “Shut the fuck up,” Isaac said. “Don’t bring attention to us. These religious nut fucks will turn on us in a second. The pastor lowered his bible and looked upon the crowd that was eagerly awaiting the fire and death of the vampires. “Before we do God’s work here tonight, I want to tell you a story, a story that will help you and guide you on a path to God.” The pastor slowed down and timed out his words for maximum impact. He had his audience where he

“One miracle at a time Figila. You already got your billionaire back. Do not ask too much of God without giving him anything in return to show your gratitude. Give him thanks for the gifts he has already bestowed on you.” Amber chuckled at the irony of her father. It seemed a drug dealer in a gang, no doubt a killer to boot, was giving her advice about God. But stranger things had happened after all. And maybe her father was more attuned with God than she was. Maybe he was onto something, he had survived a life on the streets this long somehow, perhaps because of divine intervention.

Like the world is eating upon him and he wants out" "AWW my poor kind Hayat.Always want to mend broken ones.I know you are very concerned about pained ones because It makes you relive your painful memories.I know you feel them Haya...But don't get too deep this time" she said putting her hand on mine "Just pray to Allah...Allah don't do unjustice to any soul.He love all humans equally " Sana always had a way with words.She knows I'm very religious.So when she ends a talk by telling me to have faith in Allah...It placates me.

She gave a small chuckle before replying, "In my religion, we don't know courtship, but we do know the process of getting to know each other." "What I want to know--" "Don't cut me off," she interrupted, helping the waitress to put coffee and tarts onto the table between us. "Love is like a kite. If you pull it tight it can break. If you let it slack off, it will go away. Fany is calling in front of you, a sign that she doesn't want to keep anything secret. That's good." She continued speaking, "In my religion it says if God made a woman from a man's rib, there should only be one for every human being. Rest assured that Fany is a part of your rib. Believe in God, because God does not put tri

Be not like the hypocrite who, when he talks, tells lies; when he gives a promise, he breaks it; and when he is trusted, he proves dishonest. - prophet Muhammad sallallahu alaihi wasallam ( peace be upon him) If you haven't prayed your Salah then please pray this book can wait but your Salah can't . Meerab p.o.v It's been two weeks since I have avoided eye contact with Saad. I couldn't fight that day between us .

‘‘ I love to hear and watch you talk, I already told you, you are great, you are beautiful, you need to have some faith in yourself, have a little faith, just a little,’’ he added. His words were pleading with me to try, to believe in myself, to have a little faith in me, even if I didn’t want to. ‘‘Well, its not that personal, but I heard that a few years ago, a girl, some girl, committed suicide here, that she was pregnant and jumped to her death right here, I- I don’t know know if it is…’’ ‘‘That girl,’’ he interrupted, ‘‘That girl, that girl is my sister, she is my sister, its not just a story, she is someone that I love dearly, someone that isn’t here anymore, so yeah it true, the stori