Ziyarat Ashura Novels & Stories

Aashu said But I know it does symbolise. Call me superstitious or whatever but it is what I believe. "Turu don't be sad baby," stuti said hugging Me "yeah I'm not sad." I told her but she didn't believe me "That's why I don't come to the temple. All bull shit things." Aashu said and I glared at him "what? Don't glare at me. I don't like this all." He said "and yes today sharp 6 pm be ready to go and I will send you a dress as well wear that only." He said and I nodded

I continued, “but it wasn’t Amara. It was something else. Older. Like a title.” Kael’s brows furrowed. “Do you remember it?” I nodded once. “Ashirah.” He stepped back slowly. “That name hasn’t been spoken in a thousand years.” “I know.” We left the temple before dawn, cloaked, silent. Only Victor knew we were gone. Cyrus had vanished, but I felt the pull of him through the sigil—like a string tugging behind my ribs, drawing me deeper into forgotten woods no longer on any map. By midday, we stood before a ruin buried in ivy and snow. A shrine carved from bones and obsidian. Blood symbols ran along the walls in languages I couldn’t read—but understood.

Her eyes flashed with a grief I didn’t understand. “It’s time,” she said softly, “you learned the truth about our family… and about Him.” The voices outside grew louder. A chorus of whispers. Merry Christmas.Merry Christmas. Merry Christmaaaaas… My skin crawled. Ruby lifted the lantern. And the flames inside turned black.

Groping where, even though he can't wait to meet Lizzy. The car stopped at a cemetery. Burial is always synonymous with sadness, synonymous with separation, synonymous with something that is not sincere or willing to let it go. "Where is this?" Asher was confused, but when his parents helped him get out of the wheelchair, his curiosity wondered even more, what was this? "Where is this?" Asher looked at Verena, who shrugged her shoulders, though she felt devastated now. "Baby, listen to Mommy carefully." Rara immediately sat down and held Asher's hand. Asher's body instantly relaxed. This is not happy news!

The only thing they could do is feeling pity for Ayesha. Zubair ordered two of his guards to dig a grave and his guards obliged. They didn't dare to question him. Then, he shot Ayesha on her stomach and she just laid on the ground holding her stomach. She cried out more loudly seeing the huge amount of blood. " Allah......won't... spare....you....for.....your.....sins......Mark my....words.....you.....will....never.....find.....peace," Ayesha uttered with great difficulty looking at Zubair and he just ignored her.

replied Aisha. I hurried to change clothes, put on the best fragrance, and then drove the car to the Arabian palace on the busy Great Certajava Street. Haji Abdul Rasheed's house looked still the same as the last time I visited. At that time, I came to Aisha's invitation to attend the recitation. This time, from a distance, I could see many people in turbans gathered in the courtyard of the Al Rasheed Mosque, next to her house. "Allahuakbar! Allah is the Greatest! Allahuakbar! Allah is the Greatest!" they shouted.