Yaqeen Ka Safar Novels & Stories

He said. By ‘Traveler’, he means as a traveler between worlds. “I have been to many worlds, gained many experiences…” Reyan continued with a sigh in his voice. “… though, no matter how many worlds that I have been to, nor how much time did I spent on traveling, I still don’t know why I was traveling in the first place, nor where did I exactly come from, and – “ he looked at Blue who also looked at him. “ – where am I really going to? That indicates the end of my long travel.” He said and sadly smiled.

It always PROTECTS, always TRUSTS, always HOPES, always PERSEVERES. LOVE NEVER FAILS. 1 Corinthians 13: 4-8 Keily, together with Yara and Dream reached Muntazah Eco Park. Yara can't hide her smile remembering her memories with Kenzo having their first date here. “Why is it so dark here, Mom?" Dream asked after getting out of the car. Yara shrugged her shoulders and looks at her bestfriend. "Let's go inside." Keily said and started walking. "Wait for us, Kei." Yara said who had difficulty in walking because of her heels. "Mom, I'm scared." Dream said. "Don't worry, I'm here and Dad is somewhere out there." Yara said holding Dream's hands. "Kei?" Yara shouted but her friend didn't answer. Sudd

She's seen enough. Or perhaps, she has not. Her striking eyes are now cold and hard, tougher than jade as they take in the desolation above me. Cyran is beside her, pale-faced, his hand quivering with the arrow he holds so tight it could splinter. 'We need to leave this place right away,' Fareedah says, 'This was a bad idea. Too bad an idea'. 'Hear hear,' Quain mutters, walking well past them. He seems very eager to put as much distance as he can between himself and Halden…or what had been Halden.

His fist clenched. Zoya shook her head in disbelief. While Sahir was showing off his attitude. -- Somewhere in France "Where are you going Zyan?" A male voice asked Zyan. "India" He replied. "But why suddenly?" He asked Zyan again. "Because HE is also going there, Sultan be ready, Zyan Santorini is on the way !" ---

The elevator doors open before Knox can argue further, and Queenie spills into the penthouse with bags over both shoulders and a bright smile that falters when she takes in the scene before her. Her eyes dart from Rayana to Rafael to Knox’s murderous expression to my barely concealed amusement, cycling through confusion, alarm, and finally settling on forced enthusiasm. “I brought the luggage for the flight to the States,” she says carefully. “But I’m sensing the plans may have… changed?” “We’re going to see the Northern Lights!” Rayana announces like she’s declaring a holiday. “Three days in the wilderness, all of us together. Won’t that be wonderful?” Queenie’s smile tightens. “Wonderful.

“The same way I’m stuck in this house, right?” “Are you stuck in this house?” the father asked. “Just joking. Can’t wait to be called the Khawaja’s in-law anymore. It’s such a blessing,” the mother declared and relaxed her back against the couch. The father sighed. Liyana rode with a cabby in his cab, heading to Sofia’s place. She looked gloomy and tired. She was pale with teary eyes. The cabby constantly glanced through the mirror. She was seated at the back, getting overwhelmed by her thought. She sighed constantly due to too much crying. She turned her head to the window and saw Ayaan. She narrowed her eyes, she wiped her eyes to make sure she was seeing clearly. As the car continued movi

They internally recited a little prayer. " we've come to your stop" announced sadiq. Jafar took his documents from the back seat and salute sadiq " thanks bro. We would meet at home and I pray with good news" " Insha Allah, all the best" sadiq zoom off and started his journey to his destination **

Sorry for trouble. ‘No, it was very good of you,’ Guy said. ‘ Shukran .* ‘ Afwan . Please, enjoy visit to Nizwa. Salaam alaykum.’ ‘Well, how was I to know?’ Anoushka said defensively, once he was out of earshot. ‘You weren’t,’ Guy said patiently. ‘But, for the record, you’re probably safer here than in any city in England.’ ‘If I was in England, I wouldn’t give a stuff how lost I was. I wouldn’t give a flying f - ’

“I have to go now. The East.” Freya did not look pleased at all. I felt all that she hid behind her bright smile. Aaliyah for some reason did not look pleased at all but I couldn’t care as much. I embark on my journey, sitting at the backseat, I felt a whiff of regret and uncertainty. Should I really go on this journey? RAPHA’S P.O.V.

At that time Yesran was ten years old, and in those ten years, Yesran got a lot of memories from her father. Yesran does not regret this, she is happy as long as she can be with her mother, the only member of her family left. If moving around can make the mother feel safe, Yesran will do it with pleasure. Yesran landed on the chair, took toast, and spread it with strawberry jam. "Where are we going this time?" asked Yesran. Melia smiled a little. "Switzerland." Yesran's eyes widened a second later, her mouth stopped chewing. "Are you serious?"