20 Basic Question On Islam

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-- Life works in mysterious ways. King Patterson never really thought about life in depth. He did not care much for his future. He did not plan. There was no use. He would be six feet under today, tomorrow or the day after that. He took each day as it came, but never took them seriously. That was until fate took him down a completely different route. After crossing paths with someone who paves a way for him to finally find purpose in life...a goal...a final destination that he can work towards, King pulls himself out of one world and falls blindly into another. A world that has A'ishah in it. And she, alone, was enough to make his newly discovered world absolutely perfect. --

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Quotes by Islamic Teachers

LukeysIrishDimples

"Y-You're not real..." "I'm right in front of you Carl." "I saw you get bit, you died!" The young girl simply shrugged, "You think you're freaked out? Try coming back from the dead. Dying sucks." In which a young boy's first love comes back from the dead, literally. * All rights reserved 2018. I do not own any of the characters in this book except for Lyds, I don't own Carl Grimes, any other character or most of the story lines

Binthabee

(Completed)✔️ heart touching stories about companions of prophet muhammadh (sa).... Do vote 🌟 & comment 💭 and.. if there are any mistakes please let me know 😊

BATULXX

WARNING: THIS BOOK NEEDS MAJOR EDITING (Book I in broken series) "What are you doing on my bed? Get down right now." He growled. i got startled and tears started flowing uncontrollably. "I...I'm so.. sorry... Khala she.. she said i-i could sit on the bed. " I stuttered. "Look here you wench. Don't blame my mother for this. Now get up from my bed and stay away from my room." He yelled. "But- But I'm your wife." I said meekly. "YOU ARE NOT MY WIFE AND YOU'LL NEVER BE MY WIFE." He growled. This is my wedding night..... ** This is the story of Iman Abassi a beautiful girl who lost her parents at the age of 4, now living with her uncle, who is only interested in the wealth his late brother left for Iman. Life of Iman wasn't easy. She gets beaten up on a daily basis. Her aunty only favors her own children and they all treat Iman terribly. Iman suffered for 14years until a day of salvation came for her or so she thought. I'm not good at descriptions but i promise you won't regret reading this. This is a Muslim story but non Muslims can read it too. Started: September 15, 2021 Ended: January 29, 2023 Ranked #41 in Islam out of #9.12k stories Ranked 7# in spiritual

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Hamza's thumb lingered on the mole on her lips. The maroon lipstick embellished on her soft, plump lips allured his inner devil to awake, making her blood turn cold seeing the lust and hunger in his eyes. She felt the hair rising on the back of her neck, her heartbeat accelerated. "Lea-leave me." Habiba stuttered out through her shaky tone. Her denial infuriated him, his blood boiled in anger. He grabbed the side of her face painfully and gritted out, "Why? Don't I have the right to be like this with you!" The rage and fury in his eyes terrified her. "Or do you prefer someone else?" She was flabbergasted of being accused like that but kept quiet as she was scared to the core. His jaw tickled at the lack of her response and his body flew into an abusive rage that wasn't hidden from her. "Is this gajra for him?" He tore apart the white jasmine garland from her hair freeing her hair from the tight bun, her wavy locks spirited all over the pillow wildly. "Is this lipstick, jhumka for him?" He gripped her jaw harshly, smudging the lipstick at the corner of her lips. "Did you wear this lal saree, all for him?" He grasped her saree from her shoulder and snatched it away from there. She yelped in pain as the safety pin securing her anchal on her shoulder unlatched and the sharp needle dug in her shoulder, erupting a trickle of blood from there. But he wasn't heedful there as his hawk-like eyes glued on the rise and fall of her chest. His inner devil woke up and the lust and hunger overtook him. He held the strap of her blouse and loosened it making her cleavage slightly visible. She froze at that and her whole body trembled like a leaf under his giant body. "No...no...please." Her soft pleads halted his hand on the strap and his gaze went on her face. Her smudged trembling lips, red nose, glossy eyes were a turn-on for him and he couldn't resist any longer as his lips crashed onto her soft plump lips hungrily making her sucked a terrified breath.

Yashfeen007

Damsel In Distress #3 in spiritual Winner of WOTY(The Writer Of The Year) Awards 2017. This book brings forth the story of a young Muslim girl, Laiba Hayat Hussain who gets kicked out of her house for something she never did. It had been a misunderstanding and nobody was believing in what she was saying rather they believed the mysterious guy who created all the fuss to begin with. He destroyed her life and she vowed to hate him for eternity. Having nowhere to go, Laiba goes to her only friend, Sarah for help. There, Sarah and her father, Haider Ahmed accepts her whole heartedly and not only gives Laiba a place in their house but also in their hearts. They leave the city and move to Dehradun, where Laiba begins a new life, leaving her past behind her but two years later, right when she thought everything was going perfect, her past knocks the door and unknowingly she lets Him in.. ***************** Author's Warning: First few chapters are not that great. P.s, Once you get the hang of the story, you would like to read it, I guess.

EadieWali

"Zaabit Bhai!! What are you doing?" I begin to walk back as his sturdier figure became close. "You aren't supposed to be here, Zaabit Bhai" I begin to scream because for the past few weeks since I have arrived back. He never came this close to me. What's the sudden change? "Stop calling me Zaabit Bhai.... Bhai ...Bhai ...damn it" his dark black eyes boring into me and I fear them ever since that day. "I didn't give you the permission to call me that. For you I am just Zaabit" he said in between his clench teeth. The fear of seeing me in different light became reality. I fear him. I fear him from that day. I fear him in day and night. He even haunts me in my dreams. Even when I went oceans away. ~~~~~~~♥♥♥♥ A journey of two souls beginning with different emotions. Like the meaning of her name, Saama vowed to hate him until her last breath. Zaabit like his name he remembers that she has always been his. Saama is an aspiring writer who can go to any length to bring the characters of her novels into life. Even if that meant for her to suffer. She wants to be the best romance writer who envisioned the life of her characters in detail ways. She is a bookworm along with having other qualities like she is always happy, talks to everyone disregarding age, careful of hurting others and unlike typical bookworm girl she is beautiful inside and out Zaabit is a Captain in the army. He is quite, cold, ruthless person who doesn't listen to anybody. Zaabit is like a crazy horse when he is out of the army attire. He hates being ordered around and is a clever man who remembers everything in detail. He has always been Obsessed with Saama since childhood's days. His obsession to make her his has led Saama to hate him. He had always found comfort in her. *Please do not copy*

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Salaat-ul-Istikhaarah is the prayer for guidance in choosing the best option, and it has a specific supplication (Du'aa).