Ziyarat Ashura Novels & Stories

Lash asks and Zulqa glares at her as his eyes fill with tears. "Why Aisha? Why did you have to do this to me? Why do you have to perform Shirk? Why Aisha why?" Lash looks at him baffled and confused as to what shirk is and why the hell Zulqa is crying. "I'm lost." Lash says. Zulqa brings out his phone and shows Lash the video of her he saw. She feels her eyes bulging out and all of a sudden she's feeling choked. As if all the air in her lungs have been dissipated.

Arash asked mid-ride. “W-what…?” Zaya replied. “Do you have somewhere to go, Mazaya?” he repeated. Still shaken, she swallowed before answering, “Konac.” Arash immediately steered toward Konac, one of the largest districts and the center of the city. --- Dawn was approaching when Arash’s bike rolled onto the streets of Konac. The sky was still dark, but the sound of Qur’anic recitation echoed from nearby mosques. “You don’t want to stop and pray?” Zaya asked.

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

She inquired with widening eyes at which Aasiya nodded her head solemnly. "More than anything and everything in this entire world—" Aasiya added before picking up her daughter in her arms and walking in through the gates of the cemetery, to make way towards Naveed's resting place. A Dua on her lips, which Naafiya slowly recited behind her. "Oh, inmates of the graves, salaam on you. Allah forgive us and you all. You left first and we will be coming later".

Insha Allah- By the will of God. Pure water: Satchet water Zulaiha - blossom or Flower. Also a devoted wife of Joseph. Zainab - An ornamented Tree or A fragrant plant. Also the name of the prophet Muhammad's daughter. Salatul 'Asr - Evening prayer (between 3:30 to 4:00pm) 💮💮💮 ADVICE OF THE DAY... Servants of Allah, Exercise Patience In Whatever You do Or Face!! 💮💮💮

Mane rushed to Asherah, swiftly sheathing Nightmare and Night’s Kiss in the process. The Asura was being suppressed by Komfo Anokye, but it was taxing to do so. Zica’s letter had taught him two things: one was that the Usurper was coming, and the other was how to put the Asura to sleep.

yet when Haya spoke, Asher suddenly ran towards Asher and just hit him in the head. Asher and Haya are confused by what Asher is doing. He tried to punch her again, but Haya stopped him. "Asher, stop it! You got it wrong!" said Haya. "Of course we're just talking here." said Asher. "Are you still talking? When you hug him, huh ?!" said Asher angrily. "Asher, we're sitting empty, trust me." said Haya. Again, he approaches Asher, but Asher is still angry and dies.

The low hum of an engine broke the silence of the forest trail leading to Kael’s estate. A sleek black SUV rolled to a stop in the gravel drive, dust curling around its tires like breath in the cold air. Zev stepped out, his presence commanding even in his casual jeans and hoodie. He looked up toward the manor’s towering front steps, nerves flaring beneath his confident exterior. Ashara burst through the double doors before he could knock. Her face, radiant with youthful excitement, stole the tension right out of his chest. She was in a light sweater and jeans, her hair braided down one shoulder, cheeks flushed with the anticipation of adventure.

"Please, Ryan, don't do this. He's your son! Please, don't take this from me!" But Ryan's mind was filled with anger and betrayal. He opened the urn and began to pour the ashes onto the ground. "No!" Sophia wailed, her cries echoing through the cemetery. She lunged forward, her hands clawing at the ashes as they scattered. The gray powder clung to her hair and skin, mixing with her tears as she wept uncontrollably. She pressed her head to the ground, her body trembling with sorrow. "My baby," she sobbed, her voice barely audible. "I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry…"

Five pulses answered the question before any mouth could. Ashar looked at his hands as flame curled around his palms without burning him. “I am Ashar of Veydrin,” he said, but the name carried more weight than before. The air behind him shimmered with images of a civilization made of fire, stone, blood oath, and sanctuary towers built into mountains. Then those towers fell in silence, and the last flame entered him like a crown returning to its owner. “God of preservation,” he said, as if confessing to a crime.