Ziyarat Ashura Novels & Stories

It was the perfect, invisible backdoor to Professor Manji’s subterranean slaughterhouse. Baraka stood up and walked to the edge of the tree line, looking down the sloping foothills toward the valley below. The relief of survival vanished in an instant. Arusha, the vibrant, bustling tourist capital of the Northern Zone, was burning. Even from miles away, Baraka could see the thick, oily plumes of black smoke rising from the city center. The distant, rhythmic pop-pop-pop of tear gas canisters and automatic gunfire drifted up the mountain on the wind.

Christina glanced at Aspen and asked, "Are you heading out for something important, Aspen?" Aspen smirked coldly. "Haven't you noticed the commotion in Jayrodale today, Christina?" Christina frowned. "Are you referring to the opening ceremony of Andrew's medical center?"

Lastly, Neil entered Aashmaan's room with Arjun and found little Shaurya (Bunny, his pet name with Aashmaan. Shaurya was holding Aashmaan's hands and talking in his baby voice. "Aunt Aachi! Hello! Am Chaulya", [Hello I'm Shaurya] Shaurya said and his lower lips trembled. "How are you? Today's Dwali. Hapy Dwali (How are you? Today is Diwali)", Shaurya said to Aashmaan. [A/N: Diwali is an Indian festival of victory of light over darkness, good over evil, and knowledge over ignorance]

ASHUR… Ashur was happy to see his Uncle and figured this would be the best time to mark Sam. This might be the last time all of his friends and family would be together to celebrate. He also knew that when they reached the pack it would be chaotic and very busy for at least a few weeks. He would talk to Nezerra and Aaliyah about staying an extra night. He wanted to make this special and celebrate the marking of his mate. He wanted to make her more than his mate. He wanted Sam to be his wife.

Just as I was about to turn my gaze away, I witness Asher's hands come up to swiftly snap the neck of our driver. I scream. As the body slumps against the bonnet, then to the ground, Asher looks over at me, placing his finger against his lips. In utter disbelief, I only watch him, as he walks toward me. "Beyond that line of trees is Time's territory, another immortal. The lands have been unoccupied for the thousands of years he has been missing. It will give us the perfect place to speak alone," Asher say calmly, as if he hadn't just ended someone's life right in front of me.

My blood kept gushing out of the open wound and I continued coughing blood. I can feel my body healing, repairing every broken tissue slowly, making the blood lessen a bit. Just a little more… “Very well. That would be sufficient.” Zeron kneeled down beside Ashira and I moved away from above her. I’m in all fours as I cough blood, my wound is almost closed but the pain can be felt inside. I watched as Zeron placed his hands above Ashira’s heart, not touching her skin in the process. His eyes are closed and his mouth was moving, uttering some words that I believe is part of the ritual but I can’t hear or understand any of it.

Hajiya Kaltumi joined them in crying, it's was Baba that did everything for the corpse to be taken to there house for Aisha's final bath before she will be be taken to her destination ___________________________ Kulunafsin Zayikatul maut (Every Living Soul Shall Taste Death) Who knows this would be Aisha's end. That's how life is death does not care who you are, where you are, when or how to take you. Let's forget about this Earth and Strive for the hereafter

Haziya spontaneously wiped the remaining clear at the tip of the lid. "Are we in the mosque?" Haziya said when she realized the car had stopped in the parking lot of the Abu Dauh Beureueh Mosque, which was located not far from the Beureunuen market area. "Yes, it's already the call to prayer, shall we pray Asr first?" asked Zaweel while turning off the engine. The two of them got off, then rushed to the place of wuzu, then carried out worship because it was time for the Asr prayer.

The morning sun peaked from his window and he was woken up with the presence of a headache. Every memory came back to him as his eyes fell on the portrait of his wife he made when he knew nothing about her, Shayra had demanded to keep it in front of their bed, so he’ll always remember her. “Everyone is waiting for you, we need to leave for asthi visarjan (bone immersion after death)” Sherlin said as He nodded. “The jet is waiting,” She said as he nodded once again; he was not in the mood to speak. They were leaving for Ambala then they will take the cars to Haridwar to do the last ritual of Shayra. Yash got up and neatly folded the dress he was hugging; it still had her smell in it.