mohib

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The Last Hug I Never Knew Was the Last
I didn’t know it would be the last. No one ever does. If I had known, I would’ve held on for a few more seconds — maybe even a minute — letting the warmth sink deeper into my bones. I would’ve memorized the shape of that moment: the smell of their clothes, the way their arms wrapped around my shoulders, the softness in their voice when they said, “Take care, okay?”
By mohib2 months ago in Fiction
The Last Arena
The stadium lights burned like twin suns, pouring molten white beams onto the octagonal cage at the center of the arena. The crowd was a roaring ocean — thousands of voices, thousands of hopes, thousands of dollars bet on the fighters who would step into the steel walls.
By mohib2 months ago in Families
The Cry of a Mother — The Justice of Caliph Umar (RA)
Most of the city slept peacefully, but one man — the leader of an entire empire — walked quietly in the shadows. He was Umar ibn al-Khattab (RA), the second Caliph of Islam — a man whose name once struck fear in the hearts of tyrants, yet who now roamed the streets like a humble servant, unseen and unknown.
By mohib2 months ago in History
The Prophet Muhammad S.A.W & The Orphan Boy
The sun was setting over the city of Madinah, painting the sky in shades of rose and gold. The call to prayer echoed softly between the mud-brick houses, weaving through the air like a song of peace.
By mohib2 months ago in Humans
The Night Allah Spoke to Muhammad ﷺ
The night was silent. Makkah lay asleep under a blanket of stars, its sands cooled by the breath of the desert wind. High above the sleeping city stood Mount Hira — dark, ancient, and still.
By mohib2 months ago in History
The Old Woman and the Prophet ﷺ
The old woman’s hands trembled as she tied the last knot around her bundle. Her tiny clay house in Makkah stood silent — too silent for a city that once felt alive. She paused and looked around one last time. The walls that had echoed her laughter now only echoed fear.
By mohib2 months ago in History
“How Kindness Can Melt the Hardest Hearts” (Prophet Muhammad S.A.W)
How kindness can melt the hardest hearts. Part 1: The Path of Thorns The sun was rising over the golden dunes of Makkah. Its rays danced upon the sandstone houses and narrow streets, filling the air with a quiet warmth. The people of Makkah stirred awake, merchants opened their shops, and travelers prepared for another long day under the Arabian sky.
By mohib2 months ago in History
The Sword of Allah : Khalid bin Walid (R.A) _The Unbreakable Commander
A warrior whose faith sharpened his blade and whose leadership shaped the destiny of empires. When the desert winds howled across Arabia, they whispered the name of a man whose courage struck fear in hearts and inspired entire armies — Khalid bin Walid (R.A). To his enemies, he was a storm that could not be contained; to his people, he was Saifullah — The Sword of Allah.
By mohib2 months ago in History
The Girl Who Never Answered
The first letter was written on a cold January morning, his breath fogging up the window as snow fell softly outside. “Dear Emily,” he began, “I hope you’re happy, wherever you are.”
By mohib2 months ago in Confessions
The Letter I Wrote to Myself
The morning sun slipped through the dusty window blinds, painting thin golden lines across the old wooden desk. Papers were scattered everywhere—unfinished drafts, unpaid bills, and half-written apologies that would never be sent.
By mohib2 months ago in Confessions
The World That Forgot Love
In the year 2199, emotions had become a liability. The world was clean, efficient, and precise — a quiet hum of order beneath skies filtered to the perfect shade of blue. People no longer argued, cried, or fell in love. They worked, slept, and obeyed the rhythms of the Central System — a vast artificial intelligence that ensured peace through the removal of chaos.
By mohib3 months ago in Fiction
The Man Who Sold Time
By Mohib “Every moment you give is a piece of your life — make sure you give it to what truly matters.” In the heart of an old town stood a clockmaker named Yusuf, a quiet man whose shop ticked with hundreds of clocks — small ones, grand ones, some that chimed, and others that whispered the soft rhythm of time itself. People said that when you entered his shop, you could feel time slow down, as if the world outside had forgotten to rush.
By mohib3 months ago in 01