Destroy evil, by all means, yet the aim is to let what is good flourish and grow. Almost everyone has some good in them, so be kind, be wise, yet remain realistic.If you haven't prayed your salah please pray this book can wait but your Salah can'tHappy reading…Third person p.o.vMera space in a room from one place to another it's been an hour and Alex still hasn't come yet.With growing anxiety.. she reached for her phone when it started buzzing ,Angel number flash on her screen." Meerab" she heard her sister say in a teary voice . Meerab immediately panicked.What happened? Was she okay??Did dad go over there??"Di what's wrong?" She unknowingly yell in the phone."Dad " she heard Angel whispered with sob " dad is in the hospital right now you have to come" those word like someone just put a huge brick on her chest. Her knees got weak as the phone fell on the floor while she collapse tooMeerab sobbed uncontrollably…Jade burst into the room watching her cry on the floor held
If you haven't prayed your salah please pray this book can wait but your Salah can'tHappy readingTwo months laterThird person p.o.v" Maryam…whose luggage is this " Humza asked when he saw luggages of someone." Saad bhai came last night " Maryam informed ." He did" Hamza gritted outClenching his jaw he Strom upstairs .Saad groans in his sleep as the sun rays slap on his face when suddenly someone peels the blanket off his body harshly ." Where the hell have you been? " Humza shouted at the top of his lungs ." You should be the last person ask me this" " Get out before I do something worse" Saad warns, pushing a pillow on his face to avoid Humza ." You already did the worst " he snatched the pillow from his face." Do you really want to die? " Saad stood up with a threatening glare ." I am asking you something where the hell are you in these two months you didn't pick up your phone you didn't reply to any text hell you even change your number , why Saad why Meerab needed
Regret is there to invite us to view past events through different perspectives than the ones we had at the time, in the action of the moment. It is this creative perspective that grows our emotional intelligence and gives us greater maturity. If you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can't Happy reading….. Third person p.o.v After Hamza left Saad step automatically started to back out , he remembered her sobbing face he wanted to break her instead he broke himself and their relationship , he showed her a monster in him he never knew existed . He felt disgusted remembering every word he uttered to her stumbling back he found the washroom and puke his gut out , turning on the tab his splash water on his face again and again , until his vision started burning . Looking up at the reflection in the mirror , he couldn't even stand the sight of himself cleaning his feast remembering every word he said to her . He punched the mirror shattering into p
It's important with a new love that we have made the effort to fully heal first, to do the inner work that is required to become a whole person once more. Otherwise we put upon the new love the "crimes" of the ones who came before. We are all unique. All born into our era, our family, our body. We can only be ourselves and accountable for ourselves. And this is all the more apparent when we fall in love, when we need to see the new person as they truly are, no filter, no expectations, only acceptance, loving them always and in all weathers if you have not prayed salah please pray this book can wait but your salah cant meerab p.o.v ‘’MOM….I am going to the hospital ‘’ I shouted loudly so that she could hear me … ‘’ okay… i will be there by two..’’ she shouted back from the kitchen . ‘’got ya’’ wearing my veil properly . I whisper going out dua , closing the door behind me . A sweet smile appear on my lips as I watch the white snow spreading like a carpet ‘’It's beautiful isn't i
One can forgive and move on, forgive yet make a new life, forgive yet cut the one who harmed you from your present and future. If you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can't Happy reading Meerab p.o.v " Get out " I greeted out breathing heavily , suddenly my hands turned cold , I still didn't dare to look his way . " I didn't come to see you….I came to uncle " he entered , his voice dripping with arrogance . I was a little shocked , I know Humza has already told him the truth yet he has the audacity to behave like this . My lip pressed in a thin line " you have no relation with him so Get out " I turned around facing him but stumbled back as he was so close to my face . I gasped ,my feet twisted and I was about to fall back when his strong pair of arms wrapped around my tiny waist pulling me closer . Our face was an inch away ….I could feel the tears in my eyes….. Even in this cold temperature I could feel the warmth from his body . Oh ho
You can be a bit clingy, sure, but you are also trustworthy, loyal, cheerful and sparky. When treated right, you are the best friend a person could wish for. When trouble comes you have a tendency to withdraw and be submissive, yet during that withdrawal period you figure out unique and creative solutions that elude others. It is the way of the natural pacemaker, to take a step back from conflicts, see the bigger picture and attempt to solve the root of the problemIf you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can'tHappy reading….Saad p.o .v " Take this son " Meerab mother served me sweet , I gratefully smiled in return .My eyes fell on Meerab whose eyes were glowing in rage , my eyes travelled to her hand holding a spoon , almost bending it because of a tightening hole .I smirk " wow mom this is so amazing , your hands are magical"" Oh can I call you mom ?" I ask sweetly and sideways glances at Meerab. Mrs Rider was little stun , she is a beaut
Love transforms my emotions into a healthy perspective and the kind of good thoughts that build my better selfIf you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can'tHappy reading……Meerab p.o.vI awake to a field of daffodils, every one a sunny yellow and I feel the bile rise in my throat. Each one is perfect, a golden trumpet amid a fanfare of halo petals. They are many, but so delicate, and they wave like tomorrow is guaranteed. They stand rooted, soaking in the sunshine and taking in yesterday's rain through their fine roots. I want to protect this place, throw a force-field over it but even my back up power is draining and how could I justify using it on these blooms that move in the wind - a living ocean of light. I smell their fragrance and brush against them, will I ever see a sight like this again? It is always transient to the season but before I always believed it would return in due course. Now I can barely look without welling up, each one is
My love, you make my Imaan rise, you help me in the Dunya, and for this and many other reasons, I want to meet you again in Jannah! If you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can't Happy reading…Meerab p.o.v " Here…. Your favourite " I serve the paratha filled with green chillies . I gave a sickly sweet smile .His eyebrows automatically furrowed .I press my lips into thin lines…. trying my best not to laugh…I have been imagining his extreme reaction……. he hates spicy food and one day he fired our chef… because she just by mistake served his food with extra chillies .I sat next to his chair…..My eyes couldn't help but go on him as he warily glanced at me then the food .The moment he eats…his real self comes out and mom will throw him out of this house and our life ." What happened Saad , you are not eating " mom asked while eating her breakfast ." May be….he doesn't want to eat what I made. " I looked down and pretended to be sad." No I
If you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can'tHappy readingEpilogue5 years later " Bashir , Syra where are you both " Meerab shouted from the kitchen ." WE ARE HERE " She heard there voice including Blake.She entered the garden area as she gasp " WHAT THE HELL " She shouted looking at the three kids covered in mud ." It's daddy's fault " Bashir said running to her mother ." No mommy He started it " Syra hug Saad defending her father .She glared at Saad who looking like innocent child ." We were just playing " he spoke innocently ."What I am going to do with you guys " she exclaimed angrily ." You both go and change now " she said to her children sternly while they hung there head low and walk back to there room." Mom is no fun " Syra whispered while Bashir stick his tongue out to her ." And you do I need to give you invitation card " she placed her hand on her hips ." You look hot when you-" he tried to come near her when she stop
Love is sweet, yet more as fresh fruit than candy or confectionery. Love is colourful, yet more as summer blooms than the neon lights of frenetic city streets. Love is steady and forgiving, yet more as the wise mother than the servant in chains. Love hears and speaks with the wisdom of the heart, with a sense of the soul of the other. In love we have our "forever home"If you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can'tHappy reading….Meerab p.o.v" You want to get married again" Alex frowned at Saad and shook his head ."I knew this man will never change , he wanted to get married again when he is already married to my daughter, how can you fall so l-" he stop in mid sentence " Dad Saad wants to marry me again, not any other women " Meerab explained while Saad sighs in relief, this man Infront of him just doesn't like him but at least he needs to hear people out before judging them.Alex look at them for a moment then frown " why " " Why he wants t
The love of a marriage is simple and pure, it is as the air and water needed daily rather than the firework. That's what we wanted to show in our simple wedding, that by being so steady with one another we could remain together all of our days.By Angela AbrahamIf you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can'tHappy reading….Meerab p.o.v" I am so happy for Shireen but kind of a little sad too " I shared my thoughts with Saad. It's midnight and the day after tomorrow it's her wedding and I couldn't help but think about the similarity of our situation.We both are lying on the bed…" why are you sad " he asks ."Were you happy when we got married?" I asked honestly." I am happy now " he caress my cheek" But you were in that time" I stared at the ceiling." Why does it matter ?" " it's matter because wedding day is the only thing which we cherish our whole life but in our case that day was nothing but a nightmare to us " " I wanted to enjoy l
There is a quiet kind of "cheerful," the soft kind that comes as a quiet river on a sunny day. It is a way of being that allows others a positive space to open up into, a space that is ready to support their emotions and needs. There is of course a time and place for the loud kind of cheerful, yet here in the hospital it can have the effect of closing people down - after all it is challenging to express sad feelings to a person who appears so far removed from those emotions.By Angela AbrahamIf you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can'tHappy reading….Shireen p.o.v" Assalamualaikum I am Noor " Meerab sister said with a warm smile ." Walekum Assalam I am Shireen " I said in a hesitate voice. " And I am Meerab " Meerab spoke behind Noor teasingly . I gave her a bored look" Please come in " I invited them politely ." Some other time , are you ready shall we go shopping " Noor asked while I nodded, closing the door properly and checking my pur
Pain is a chance to become more empathic, more sensitive to others in pain. Problems are an opportunity to innovate. In isolation we can think and let the creative mind spin new ideas. In unfulfilled expectations we can learn patience and understanding. In grief we can learn to cherish the gift of life each day. We can use our pain and fear to mature the mind and develop the soul. For how can the soul dance if it is hiding in the shadows? Thus, only the brave of heart can know true happiness. So, be bold, my love. Meet life as an equal. By Angela AbrahamIf you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can'tHappy reading….Meerab p.o.vAfter praying I went to the balcony as usual…. To breath the fresh air .To tell the truth, after a long time I felt happy , it felt like everything around me was filled with colour , indeed with every hardship there is an ease …..Happiness is in everything; I feel around me . It is in the rain, cool and fresh, just as d
Guilt is a matter of balance. When you need to feel guilty it will show you how to become a better person, less rotten, more healthy. When you go too far with guilt it becomes like a heavy bag you were supposed to put down once you'd learned whatever it came to teach you. Forgiving yourself is necessary to enable further personal growth. This is being human. This is how we are wired.By Angela Abraham, If you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can'tThird person p.o.v" Saad , Meerab thought about this, you guys don't have to leave this house. You know how mom is right, she gets angry very soon but that doesn't mean she wants you guys to be out of this house. '' Noor tried to make them understand." Noor do you really like your sister getting humiliated all the time" Saad one question made her quiet." So you're really going to leave your old father at this age, " his father said .Saad eyes get moist he held his father hand and kiss them " you k
The pathway into evil begins as small acts of cold heartedness, yet as with any journey those small steps become more significant as they add up. So, wherever you are on that pathway between love and indifference, start making choices for love while you still have enough soul to redeem.If you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can'tHappy reading….Third person p.o.vSameera smiles while shaping her nails of course Meerab couldn't be thrown out of this house , but at least the chaos must affect the relationship soon Saad will throw her out too and realise that his only true partner is her." You told everyone didn't you " she looked up from shaping nails toward the door only to see her best friends standing there with the cross arm and accusing gaze in her way." Aww ….I miss you so much finally you are here I hope you miss me too didn't you?" Sameera stood up from the bed leaning on the wall crossing her arm and gave a flying kiss to Meerab, int
This chocolate heart hasn't once melted because the world has been so cold; yet here you come with the warmth of spring and I feel the softening.By Angela Abraham,If you haven't prayed your salah please pray this book can wait but your Salah can'tHappy reading…..Third person p.o.v" Where are you going ?" Mr Khalil asked his wife." For a drive" she said without caring." But I told you that today is an important day for my brother. I wanted you and I to be present there," Saad fathers said ." Well it doesn't matter to me if you want to be present over there then you can… you are free to go don't force me they are your family not mine " with that she left leaving a disappointed Mr Khaleel behindNaaz was never like this before she was the most loving one but after that one incident it changed her personality forever her husband tried so hard to bring the old Naaz back but instead her personality started to get worse stop feeling emotion or even show sympathy to other people al
In a world of endemic sickness, where cruelty is the cause and love is the antidote, the patients declare themselves doctors and seal the fate of the world.By Angela Abraham, If you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can'tHappy reading….Meerab p.o.vI prayed far before the sunrise and cried my heart out . After completing my prayer Alhamdulillah I felt better. I always feel better . I went to the mirror and cringes looking at myself . My eyes are puffy and red , my lips are dried like a dead leaf and let's just not talk about my hair at all .I washed my face a few times then went outside . I hold my head. I felt someone was hammering my head again and again .I want tea, that's the only solution for this deadly pain in my head . Saad enter inside but without sparing me a glance , he walk inside of the washroomNoor p.o.v" Yeah these three eyes pack this' ' I told the owner while I look back to see Humza is nowhere to be found .After taking