Stories for the Muslim Youth
Hira and her brother Farid were very happy. They now had a baby sister. She was such a lovely baby. She had such tiny feet and hands and was not really much bigger than the doll Hira played with. But most of the time baby Mariam would be crying or cooing or making strange noises.... Continue Reading →
Zahid’s father had passed away just a few years ago. Just last week his mother passed away as well. Now he was left all alone in the world except for his uncle Osman who was a sailor. He would spend most of his life at sea never staying in one place for more than a... Continue Reading →
One day when Saad came home from school, he seemed upset and unusually quiet. His Dad observed his silence and after they had eaten their lunch, he asked Saad… “What’s wrong Saad? You seem upset…You are never this quiet when you come back from school.” “Yes, Dad. I am really upset today. There’s a new... Continue Reading →
Standing in front of the mirror with a comb in hand was usually the way Shahid spent his mornings. As he stood in front of the mirror today, he was suddenly startled by a voice that seemed to be coming from nowhere. “Who are you?” the voice bellowed. Shahid nearly jumped out of his skin... Continue Reading →
Laila’s vision was a blur for the first few moments, allowing her eyes to get adjusted to the blinding light of the sun. She flinched as a loud voice filled the air, followed by a softer, clearer tone. Cautiously getting to her feet, she looked around. Where was she now? Ringed around her was a... Continue Reading →
Laila’s eyes blinked open slowly. This time, she had appeared in the middle of a large field where many people were cheering. The noise was so loud, she sat up hurriedly. She looked around and spotted something that nearly took her breath away. Standing in the center of the field was a strong, middle-aged, holding... Continue Reading →
Laila sat once more in her seat at the back of the hall, hunched up, waiting for the test paper to be given. It was an Islamic Studies paper; all about the prophets, and although she had studied really hard for it, she felt, as usual, as if she had forgotten everything. She put her... Continue Reading →
Salma waited anxiously for the announcement. They were standing in the assembly hall, and the Semester exam results for Grade six were being called out. Usually, Fatima or Salma would compete for the first position. That was where their similarities ended, though. Salma was always anxious and stressed out over her studies, while Fatima was... Continue Reading →
The last part of the series "Three days; Three trials" When morning came, Khalid was ready to begin searching for the next and last, clue. But try as he might, he couldn’t find it anywhere! Where could they have hidden it? Hmm. Both of the previous clues had been ‘hidden’ in not so hidden spots.... Continue Reading →
3rd part of the series "Three days; Three trials" The next morning Khalid woke up to voices in his room. No, not voices, they were whispers. He cracked his eyes open and saw three figures crouched beside his bed. At once, his heart rate sped up, who were these people? He almost let out a... Continue Reading →
Nujoom Al Asar 