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Eid e Ghadeer

Eid e Ghadeer

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by Syed Jazib Reza Kazmi

Compilation of hadiths from Masoomeen (asws) regarding the lofty status of Eid e Ghadeer


Compilation of hadiths from Masoomeen (asws) regarding the lofty status of Eid e Ghadeer

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Eid e Ghadeer 5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 3 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Nice! I HAVE AN IDEA! How about she falls for her roomate! >:) yesh.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Wonderful! I love the attention to detail. Writers often screw up in that department, but you nailed it! Please continue!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I sit in the chair across from my new counselor. Not just any normal counselor, a suicide counselor. When Keenan told me that it was over, that we were over, I was crushed. So like any love-sick teenage girl, I decided I wanted to cut the connection between me and the world. I wanted to go some place better, and what better place is there than Heaven? I didn't even get the good graces to be unconscious. All I did was cause myself to go blind. And pain. I was in very much pain. After being in the hospital for two weeks, and listening to my Mom wail on about how I was going to He<3>ll for my sins, my Dad decided that he didn't want me anymore. Or in the way he put it: 'Rebekkah, I am afraid that I will not allow you to tear this family apart anymore. You need help, and we are going to send you to a place so that you can get help. It is in your best interest that you go willingly.'. What lovely parents I have. Now I am one hour away from them, and Keenan, in a Suicide Clinic. All of these people ha<3>te themselves and life. In all fairness, I guess I do belong here. <br> "Rebekkah, uh... Rebekkah." The Counselor, Mrs. Ramirez, pulls me out of my head. I slightly raise my eyebrow to let her know I'm listening. "Should I get someone to help guide you around due to your," She clears her throat,"condition?" <br> "I don't need help." I say, my voice emotionless. It has been like that lately. Lacking of any sort of emotion. I forgot how to feel. The chair across from me squeaks. Ever since I destroyed my sight, my hearing has been a lot better. It's like I can hear everything. <br> "Very well. Go ahead to your room, meet your roommate. I am very glad that you decided to get help." She says, as if coming here was my decision. I stand up, gripping my cane. My Mom told me it was black, but I wouldn't be surprised if she told me that and then got me pink, just to spite me. I feel around with my cane, and hand, guiding myself to the door. I touched the cool metal of the doorknob, letting my hand rest there for a minute before opening it up. I heard the sound increase when I stepped out of the Counseling room. There was crying, laughing, screaming, among other sound coming at me all at once. I took a breath and continued walking a bit. My room was on the bottom floor, for obvious reasons, d it was number 34. If I was being totally honest with myself, then I would know that I was being stubborn. I had no clue where I was going, and I could really use some help. But I wasn't going to admit that. I wanted to keep what little pride I had. I continued walking until my can hit a door, I think. I tap on it lightly. <br> "What are you doing?" A voice from behind me asked. <p> I would like to thank everyone for their support for this, even if only a few are reading it right now. I hope you enjoye this chapter, and the next will be out soon. <br> ~The Author