Unarguably, stories are the writings that leave the greatest impact on the mind of readers/listeners as compared to any other form of literature. This string carries you on it's waves to storms of emotions, making you feel the light experienced by reverts on accepting Islam to pangs of excitement in action-filled adventures.
With the passage of time, we will( if Allah wills) make effort to develop this string further, your comments and suggestions will be of course warmly welcomed.
Don’t hesitate in posting your stories, as already mentioned, after edition; they will be posted as quickly as possible.
The first novel ever written on one of the most highligted topics of the world today, picturised in the mysterious prisons of guantanamo, the place which gives any one the creeps, with the knowledge of the henious crime being committed by the soldiers there. Providing a deep insight on the prisoners feelings, from the expeience of returnees from the camp. The novel will include various instances that the prisoners have gone through, with the detail of the real instances as well! ... join us now!
STORIES The Cards of Death Her father had taken her sisters to the market, so she was all alone the day the contractions started. How she wished her mother had not passed away so many years ago; she needed her so much at this moment. He turned and looked where Diraar was pointing…miles and miles away, there lay the borders and miles further a bloody battle raged where the souls of martyrs were climbing upwards… the doors of heavens were open for their welcome…May be the winds from it had blown a little farther than necessary… “What the hell is that man doing?” I told my friend when we were at some distance. He bent and fumbled back to pick his chair up, then sat on it as if nothing had happened. Sitting and starring out again, taking his juice... "Your body is mature, and now your mind, your intelligence, must catch up. Always, always be cautious with humans. Don’t think that because they walk on the ground beneath us that you are safe. They have guns. They can shoot you down from thousands of meters away. Do you know how your father died?" His heart grew sore, tears trickled down his cheeks and he was crying. He never went to the masjid since his college. He was far away, so diverted, he never noticed people still went to pray. He never knew there were people who attended the call… but now they were going, all together, to the same masjid. They were all smiling. They were all feeling easy... There was the horrible sound of groans and screams…there was blood and bodies…amongst them, even the bodies of my parents. I ran from there, not knowing why, I was screaming…crying. I didn’t get what had happened. I wasn’t feeling anything but the horrendous scene... I could feel tears running down my eyes, my whole body ached. I couldn't remember anything that had happened. I just felt my lips moving. I was saying something but I didn't know what. I could feel a soft hand on my cheeks...and then...a voice...someone was weeping by me... There was a short silence and we changed our clothes and came out. When we opened the door, the American soldiers stood eyeing both of us...
She extended her hand, pressed between her forefinger and middle finger was a card on which was written… “Covenant and Death”… red in colour.......
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Nu'man b.Bashir reported that the messenger of Allah said "Muslims are like one body of a person; if the eye is sore, the whole body aches, and if the head aches, the whole body aches".(MUSLIM HADITH: 6261)
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