Jihad Stories

ZAYYAD Synopsis: The companions of the prophet Muhammad peace be upon him shared the deen of Allah all over the world. Their followers also followed in their footsteps. Sageer Al'amin brought Islam to a place in the vast Arabian desert peninsula. The citizens, being engrossed in deep polytheism and evil monarchy rejected the message of Allah. Al'amin was treated badly but luckily with the light of Islam, some people converted to Muslims and surrounded him with aid. The deen of Allah spread slowly which made the king angry. They started mistreating the Muslims which led to conflicts and small-scale wars. In the process, Al'amin was killed. The Muslims fought their way out and in a few years established their cities, despite the Kafir's interference. Their power grew as more Muslims were born. The peninsula was divided into three; the kafir empire: Shams, the Muslim Emirates: Noor Al-Islam, and the Gold Empire. After his mother was abandoned by his father because she chose to convert to Islam, Zayyad grew up with his mother in Amatran. The Shams empire was trying its best to eradicate the Muslim cities, so the Muslims built up their armies too. Being a hot-blooded youth, who was determined to join the jihad and also find his father, Zayyad joined the recruitment of the Noor army. He found himself in a training ground where they were taught how to fight and more about their deen. Zayyad trained and joined the war, being entangled with many known and unknown vices. Their aim; make the deen of Allah prosper.

*updates on Fri, sun, wed* "IT COSTS THREE THINGS TO BE A HERO. Blood, Sweat, Tears" Expecting gratitude from someone whom you've helped is equally wrong as denying gratitude to someone who helped you. When a life goes through unexpected circumstances.. finally losing everything and left broken; if still alive, only leads to some devastating CHAOS...IN THE NAME OF REVENGe. PROLOGUE: RAKESH KUMAR, TOP INDIAN JOURNALIST FINDS SOMETHING PROVOKING HIM TO SEARCH FEW ANSWERS FROM HIS PAST. HE TRAVELS ALL OVER THE WORLD AND NOW ARRIVES AT THE INDIA - PAKISTAN BORDER. A tale of true friendship which revolves around the lives of an industrialist, a journalist and a terrorist.

Showing the true love and passion for the reason we Muslim women wear the lovely and precious hijab. ~Salam, Lynaa Yousef

Dunia semakin kacau, perang dunia ketiga tak akan bisa terelakan lagi. Sementara pasukan orang kafir jauh lebih kuat dari pasukan orang beriman. Kemudian diutuslah sekelompok orang dengan kekuatan khusus untuk "menyeimbangkan" keadaan dan menolong pasukan orang beriman secara rahasia. Dalam kisah ini aku aku akan ceritakan pengalamanku.

He is a Muslim Arab boy. She is an Israeli Jewish girl. A man, a woman. The fruit of their love. New York. This time the dealer mishandled the cards. Their stories and their dreams crash against the bare and raw reality that upsets their lives. The origins and the genesis and the childhood of one of the characters of the new novel Israel Jihad in Jersulaem.

September 11th a high jacker doubts his mission. A fireman struggles to save his fiancé. A teenage boy loses him mind to radical Christianity. And a Lit professor prepares to start a college shooting. The only way to describe September 11th is through the long and arduous threads of life. Lives of others. Many. Changing. Folding together. Making. Interconnecting. Transposing our demise to our requiem. Forming on song, one tragedy, one day for our befallen. United, burnt, and broken. The smoke of our breaking made a momentous struggle a timeless sacrifice. Cover photo statue "Sleeping Beauty", by Ludwig Sussman-Hellborn

There is nothing much described in this it just a written story of thoughts 😂

A race against time between an Israeli Mossad agent and a terrorist ready to do what he had to do...a personal "vendetta" which takes place in the streets of Buenos Aires city, in a sea of corruption. Will the protagonist be able to avoid what seems to be inevitable...?

If you think that you know Islam then read me and think about it again. Because the real Islam is so different. Media showed you really bad religion called Islam. Do you think it's all true? Media showed you that Muslims are terrorist and Islam is the religion of terrorism. But they didn't talk about the real terrorism against to Muslims. You always listened to the media. Now, be just and listen all this things from a Muslim. A Muslim woman. Salaam alaikom!

This non-fiction book had three parts. First part, dealing with the misconceptions of Non-Muslims and extremist Muslims regarding Islam. Second part will tell you how Science is proofing Ayahs and basic teachings of Islam. Third part will contain bunches of interpretations and general discussion regarding Islam.

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[Women empowerment for all my ladies] "What are you doing!?" My mouth had dried and my heart beat was fast. "Abu -" I was about to scream for my brother when his large palm closed around my mouth, ceasing my speaker. "Drop the act. It is you, the warrior from the battlefield, right?" I opened my mouth, filled with lies when he interrupted again, "Don't you dare lie." His voice was threatening and my eyebrows raised on their own. Their was a tinge of happiness when he called me a warrior. I pulled his hand from my mouth away, "I do not know-" "I don't like Liars Hoorain." A shudder run down my spine when my name spilled from his tongue. Not really surprised that he figured out. He is a smart man after all. I sighed. "How am I not surprised you figured it out. Congratulations, now get out of my face." My voice sounded poisonous and annoyed. Aza noticed and he took a step back from me, lowering the dagger he had placed on my throat not long ago. "Are you planning to continue fighting?" His question surprised me and my eyebrows furrowed. "What's with the questions, you done interrogati-" "Answer the damn question." Taken aback from his outburst, my eyes blinked a couple of times and looked away, settling on the tree that might have been his hiding spot as usual. "So what, Now Amir Hamza will forbid me from fighting?" My nose scrunched and I looked back at him with distaste. He sighed, his finger pinched the point between his eyes. His eyes snapped back to me a second later, his hand dropped to his side. "Find a loyal man, marry and die in the comfort of your house." "No." "Find a loyal man, marry and die in the comfort of your house." "No!" Guess I will have to smack the knowledge into him! ... "Dressed as a Man to fight, under a name that belonged to another, I left for war." Oh and where there is war, there is love. TW: VIOLENCEEE

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This is a journey to the outer fringes of the law, which started in 2014, before the war in Gaza. It's the work of a group of friends, who became, in the space of a few months, one of Mossad's best operative teams. "In Israel, no one really dies. In Israel no one really lives."