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Whispers of Time
In the quiet town of Chronovale nestled amid rolling hills and surrounded by ancient forests, life moved at a peaceful pace. It was the sort of place where time seemed to stand still, and the townsfolk cherished the tranquility that enveloped their lives. Yet, beneath the serene facade, Chronovale held a secret—one that would soon unravel in a way no one could have foreseen.
By Musa Nuhu 2 years ago in Fiction
ChronoGuard
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By Musa Nuhu 2 years ago in Fiction
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By Success2 years ago in Fiction
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Islamic Short Stories" 👳Abdullah's Charity . Content Warning.
"ISLAMIC STORY" 👳Abdullah's Charity Once upon a time in the bustling atmosphere of a small village there lived a kind boy named Abdullah. Abdullah was known throughout the village for his steadfast faith and willingness to help others in times of need. Helping others was one of Abdullah's great virtues. His character was full of helpfulness, giving, hospitality and elegance. Everyone in the village loved Abdullah for these qualities. On a scorching summer day, as the sun beat down mercilessly, Abdullah noticed an elderly woman struggling to carry a heavy basket. Without hesitation, he approached the old woman. Abdullah lifted the old woman's painful burden on his own head. Abdullah delivered the old woman's burden to the house. The old mother thanked Abdullah with tears in her eyes and a sad voice. The old woman said I am none of yours. I don't know the words to express my gratitude. The old woman prayed for Abdullah that Allah would bless him and accept him as a pious man of good faith and piety. Abdullah simply smiled and said, "It is our religious duty and duty as a Muslim to help one another, especially in times of distress to others. And This is the teaching of our Qur'an and Hadith." 👳🧑‍🚀🙋❤️ The news of Abdullah's good deeds spread quickly in the village. Inspired by his actions, others began looking for ways to help their neighbors. They shared food with the hungry, sheltered the homeless and comforted the bereaved. Over time, the village became a place of compassion and unity. Abdullah's small acts of kindness created an atmosphere of goodwill, proving that even the simplest acts of philanthropy can transform a community. In the end, this great work of Abdullah later became a source of inspiration for everyone in the village. It served as a reminder that in Islam, helping others is not just a duty, but a source of blessings and a way to strengthen community bonds.
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"Observe your surroundings," Grandpa whispered, his left hand resting gently upon my right shoulder, while his right hand gestured expansively before us. "This is my daily view now."
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