Assalamualaikum everyone
"The things that your heart desires the most, Allah will use exactly those things to test you"
If you haven't prayed your salah/namaz yet then go... pray.... and then read the chapter
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Dua's point of view:
Hello everyone I am dua zain but you can call me dua, the name 'dua' means blessing, love, prayer, worship and I love my name very much, my chacha chachi are Alhamdulillah financially very well but they don't provide me much things, I am allotted a room upstairs whose way goes from outside the house, climbing the stairs and entering the room
Alhamdulillah I am very well in studies too and my hobbie is to share my each and every feeling to my dearest diary in the form of poems, I got ready for school, just tieing my hijab suddenly I heard a voice.
Voice - Duaaaa.... dua... come down.
Well she is my chachi, calling me, she never lets me sit in peace, and in hurry I mistakenly pierced the pin in my skin but Alhamdulillah it didn't hurt much.
Voice - Duaaaa, can't you hear come fast.
Dua - Coming chachi.....
She went downstairs
Dua - Yes chachi, you called me.
Nazneen - Are you deaf, I was calling you from such a long time, can't you come fast.
Dua - Sorry chachi, I was getting ready for school.
Nazneen - You yourself got ready but what about my hadi, who will press his clothes.
Hadi - It's ok mumma, I will...
Nazneen - It's not OK, [taunting] when these type of people go school with ironed clothes then why my prince would not.
Dua [lowly] - I will press it
Dua pressed hadi's uniform.
Hadi - Sorry di, mumma just...
Dua - No it's ok, you don't worry, it is normal for me.
Voice - Dua come fast or else we will get late.
Dua - Coming [to hadi] it's done, now go fast.
Dua came outside took her cycle and went near the girl who was calling her.
Dua - Assalamualaikum Sorry sorry asfu got busy.
Asfa - Waalaikumassalam, it's your daily routine, now come.
They both started cycling enjoying the pleasant weather and reached school.
They parked their cycle and rushed towards their classroom.
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Lost In A Mist Of Pain
RandomThis story is a work of fiction, it is inspired by many other stories and the life lessons we learn.... So basically the story will revolve around a girl named 'dua' 15 years old, a practising muslimah, but her life is filled with hardships and pain...