❃↫✨ "In the name of the Lord of the Martyrs and the Righteous"✨↬❃ #Sheena_girl_novel 🌷🍃 ✫⇠ #first_part #chapter_one My father was sick. They said that he had a very serious illness. When I was born, he was fine. All my family, friends and acquaintances considered my birth as the cause of my father's health and recovery. My uncle was ecstatic and He used to say: "What a good-natured child!" You name it at all, don't step on it." I was the last child of my parents. Before me, two girls and four boys were born. All of them were either much older than me or married and had gone to their own homes and lives. Because of this, I became the beloved of my parents; especially my father We lived in one of the villages of Rezen. It was a pleasure for me to live in the beautiful village of Qaish. Rural houses were surrounded by large agricultural lands; Fields of wheat and barley, and vineyards.From morning to evening, we used to run in the narrow and dirt streets of the village with the tall and half-tall girls of the neighborhood. We laughed and played without any sadness. In the evenings, at sunset, we used to go to the roof of our house with the dolls that we made with cloth and yarn. I would put all my dolls and toys in my skirt, we would climb the long stairs and sit on the roof until night and play aunty. 💟 #continues Author: #Behnaz_Zarabi_zadeh

🌼🍂🌺🍂🌼🍂🌺 hand of appreciation #first_part 🎬: Mahia moved her head closer to the door to better hear the voice inside the room, her uncle Abu Hosin's voice was loud and her mother Ruqiya's voice was softly heard, but she tried not to hear any words of the conversation that was going on behind the door. Don't miss it because he fully understands that this talk is like a kind of war over his future, a war that might be a kind of suicide for his mother Ruqiya, a faithful, understanding and very kind woman. In a tone that was trying to be calm and without tension, Ruqiya said: Abu Hussain, my brother! You ordered me to come to Iraq to separate the property belonging to Abu Mahia and give it to your brother's child, who is my daughter. Although I was not greedy for these properties, I did not ignore your words, I endured the suffering of the journey and took Mahia's hand, we left our country and came. Abu Hussain rushed to the words of Ruqiya, his late brother's wife, and said: Not our country!!! your own countryBecause you are Iranian. But Mahia is from my brother's blood, he is not Iranian, he is an Arab, do you understand?! Don't think that I allowed you to go to Iran after my brother's death and Mahia to study there, you are older and versatile Mahia, don't do this one on one with me now, you are not going to go back to Iran. Roqiyya swallowed her saliva and said: "It's not possible. We have to go back, our home and life is there, Mahia has finished her studies, she is a nurse and she will go to work soon and she wants to continue her studies along with her work. God, what did you see?" Maybe he became a doctor for himself and he calmed down his voice and continued: You promised me that you will return us to Iran.Abu Hossein laughed mockingly and said: With this situation in your country, Mahia cannot make any progress there and then he lowered his voice and continued: I have heard that the king of Iran will flee soon, the situation in Iran is very bad. It's bad, if I used the division of property as an excuse, I had two goals: first, to save your life, and second, to ensure Mahiya's happiness. Ruqiyeh stuttered with malice in her voice: "Sh. You have done me a favor, but Mahia's happiness does not lie in leaving the house and life she has become accustomed to and marrying a man who is her father's place." Suddenly the voice of Abu Hossein was raised and he said: 👈 #continues #novel #hands_of_destiny ✍ the author; "T_ Hosseini" #Oj scientific school 💠 @Amoozeshkadeowj

The second chapter: #Dest_Taqdeer2 #first_part 🎬: in the name of god  "Indeed, Allah does not change our people until they change themselves." Surah Ra'ad, verse 11 And indeed, this is the promise of the Qur'an that a person can change his destiny with his actions. Roya turned off the car and as Gurban Sadaqa, his little daughter, Huddy, was walking, he hugged her, got out of the car, hit the doorbell and was about to go to the door of the house, when a car stopped next to him, and then his wife's kind voice was raised: Hello, teacher, wait a little until this slave hears. Roya, who was always saddened by Sadiq's words, turned back and put Hoda in Sadiq's arms, who had now dismounted, and said: "And peace be upon you, Sidi!" Come and take your daughter's flower, I didn't ask you to be a slave, as my mother said: Be a gentleman and serve.As he planted a kiss on Hedi's cheek, who was looking at his father with sleepy eyes, Sadiq said: God bless this gentleman for the sacrifice of his flower girl and his sour flower lady. Roya opened the door and said: "Aren't you going to bring your car?" Next time, if you become our friend, when will you teach your son manhood lessons?! Sadegh entered the house along with Roya and said: Well, it is clear, my dear wife, who is more mature than a hundred men. Roya opened the hall door and as he was complimenting Sadiq to come in, he said: "How much you talk!" That is, if you didn't have this language, you would have been trolled a hundred times by now. Sadegh went to the children's bedroom and put his hand on his nose and said: Hey! The peace of the father's arms brought the daughter to a sweet sleep, please don't ruin this father's efforts with your words. Roya smiled as she took off her tent and went to the room, and after a few minutes of changing her clothes, Sadegh joined her in the kitchen.Roya turned on the tea maker and said: Which direction did the sun come from, did you come early today?! Then bring your car inside so that our pride can follow it. Sadiq went to the refrigerator and as he took out the bottle of water, he said: We said we would surprise you today, I decided that today our little yard will be the pride of our dear wife and the horse of this crownless prince will stay at the door of our palace. Roya, who did not have a good memory of these words, put the stew pot on the gas to heat it up and said loudly: What are you saying, Sadiq?! Do you want to go somewhere?! Sadiq put his finger on her nose and said: Calm down, my wife, calm down, you exemplary mother, if you raise your voice, that fairy who is sleeping sweetly will call you to herself and deprive you of these moments of being with your lover. .Roya said slowly: Honest! Tell me what happened?! Do you want to go somewhere?! Sadiq lowered his head like a naughty boy who was ashamed and said slowly: I have a mission. But it will end very soon, only two or three nights. He dreamed and sat on the brown chair in the kitchen and said: Honest! What should I do in this strange city with two children?! Neither my sister, nor my mother, nor my relatives are by my side. Sadiq sat down in front of Roya and said: First of all, our son Mohammad Hadi has become a man for himself, he will get his diploma this year. It is your transmission problem.Roya shook his head and said: "Don't you mind us being here?" Sadiq smiled and said: Our goal is to serve, now how can we serve in deprived areas?! Roya stared at the bright flame and said: "A few days ago, a group of jihadists came to serve. You didn't see the long line the people of that village formed for the doctor. Of course, he was a general practitioner and these patients were seen for all kinds of diseases, but a Let me tell you something interesting and of course strange. Sadiq, who was happy that the dream reminded him of the village, had forgotten about his mission, said: Tell me what was interesting and what was strange?! 👈 #continues #novel #hands_of_destiny The second season ✍ the author; "T_ Hosseini" #Oj scientific school 💠 @Amoozeshkadeow

Bismillah al-Rahman al-Rahim ✍️ #Red_Shield novel #first_part ◽ From the window of the room, a pleasant spring breeze caressed me, so that I yawned from the fatigue of a long night, unaware of the memory that was supposed to disturb my mood. Like every day, with the intention of healing all the patients whom I took care of last night until morning, I recited Surah Hamdi and got up light and refreshed. I arranged my white nurse's gown in the closet, put on my jade-colored long coat and tightly wrapped my scarf when someone knocked on the room door. It was 7 o'clock in the morning, I wished they hadn't brought a new patient at this time of shift change and I could go home earlier, when I found his tall body in the door frame of the room.He had come for the morning shift and he thought that the tighter his shirt and pants were, the more attractive he would be, and he didn't know that he would only upset me more when he said with a smile: "Good morning Amal!" He didn't know how bad I feel when he thins his voice and calls my first name with that thin line of beard and mustache. Because of the coercion of the relationship, I only answered his greeting and he blurted out again: "How was last night's shift?" I didn't want to look at him directly because if I did, the anger in my eyes would be enough to close his mouth and I knew that the beauty of my face would make his tongue grow longer, so I lowered my gaze to the ground and said one sentence: "I wrote the patient's report.» I didn't wait for his answer anymore, I pulled out my bag from the closet and passed by him, when he bit my ear again with his ugly voice: "Why are you so nervous, Amal?" I turned towards him on my heel and had to cut his tongue when I raised my voice: "Who gave you permission to use my name?" He smiled at me with his wide lips and tiny black eyes and mocked my girlish self-restraint: "You do the same thing that no one comes to you! ISIS didn't take it as hard as you do!" Anger ran in my bones so that my finger straightened to hit his mouth and with the same hand, I grabbed the handle of my bag to release my anger.This young man just returned from America, where did he see ISIS and what did he know what happened to our nerves and psyche? What I had seen and experienced was enough to kill any girl and by God it could not be said so simply that I left her in her stupidity and left the room. ◽ I could hear him still laughing at me and I no longer understood what he was saying because now I only saw the long eyes and worried look of that Iranian young man. He thought that he had mocked me by mentioning the name of ISIS and with this one sentence he had done something to my heart that his imagination and the house of my memories had been turned upside down again. ◾I left the hospital and from all the excitement of this spring morning, the scene of that manic night remained in front of my eyes as I walked on the floor and missed his presence again. It had been three years since our first and last meeting, and I still felt his empty place on the glass when my cell phone rang.◽ Sometimes the only dream is a pain reliever. As a child, I wished that he was behind the line, and the arrow of my imagination hit the stone, and the voice of Nooralhedi came to my ears.» My mind was still engrossed in the kind look of that young man and I struggled to understand every word until he finally said the last word: "The Hashd al-Shaabi relief groups are also going with them. I will go with Abu Zainab for treatment, won't you come?" ◾ Since the night he passed away in front of my eyes, my heart was left with his jealousy and with this heart that was no longer in my hands, where could I go?. ✍#Fateme_Wali_Najad #continues

🎞🎞🎞🎞🎞 Samari on Facebook #first_part 🎬: in the name of god Indeed, the future of the earth belongs to the righteous, and this is God's promise, and God's promise is inviolable, even though the devil's representatives join hands to prevent the nations from reaching perfection, which is the nearness of God, but in the end, the earth He is one of the righteous and the rest of them are the believers. The young man's eyes were staring at the heater that was rising from the potato skin. The mother followed his gaze with worried eyes.The young man reached towards the plate and took the hot potato in his hand, the mother breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to smile, but the smile on her lips dried up with her son's movement. With all his strength, the boy hit the hot apple against the wall in front of him, small pieces of apple scattered around like shrapnel from grenades, the boy got up and as he picked up the bag next to the faded wall, he said: I won't leave it in this house, I'm tired of spending the money I don't have between Huyer and Zubair in Basra. Well, they see this in Najaf in front of the same destroyed university, and then, without looking at the tearful face of the poor mother, he opened the door of the room and continued: "You just learned to bring children, well, provide for their well-being, how much we love you." Wish for everything?! This is our time. A country behind it with a family behind it.Oh my God, when can we go up there too?! The mother, who was always afraid of her son's sharp and ambitious tongue, sighed and got up, went to the window and wanted to give the last dinars left for her to her son. It wasn't there, and even if he found the money, it wouldn't help, because the boy, as always, left without saying goodbye, a departure that might never come back, of course, as his son said. As if the young man was immersed in his own world, it was as if he was fighting with himself. .I have to think seriously, I have to make everyone jealous of me and my life situation, enough of all this poverty, misery and misery, I have to get money and status in any way possible, it is better for a person without money to die in this period. . The boy talked to himself and made plans so much that he didn't understand when he reached the end of the road. He had been absent from the university for several days without reason. He had to get to Najaf and find a reason for his absence. It was the last semester of his university, now that he had In order to graduate, he had to have a basic idea, a good idea, a bread and butter job that would cover the path of a hundred years overnight. use it and understand what to do. The young man said this and jumped on top of a small truck that had braked in front of him. continues Based on reality 📝T_Hosseini 🎞🎞🎞🎞🎞

🎞🎞🎞🎞🎞 The second chapter: Samari on Facebook2 #first_part In the name of God who created man and placed evidences on earth to guide him, evidences that are clear and sometimes hidden in the veil of the unseen and it is upon us to take firm steps to reach the evidence of God and indeed one of these steps is to fight against the false claimants of Mahdism, the claimants who multiply the alienation of our noble master a hundredfold and attract a simple group to themselves in the abyss of misery and misery, may this small writing be the savior of the deluded Oh, let it be and put a small smile on the lips of Mahdi Zahra, peace be upon him, and may the good prayers of that Imam be included in our situation. It was an hour after night when they knocked on the door of the house, Ahmad Al-Hassan came out of the door of the building as he gestured to the people of the house that they were working with him, and put on his slippers and walked towards the door of the house. He opened the door and as he expected, Heydar Mashtet was behind the door.Ahmed Hembushi smiled widely and said: "Welcome to Yemeni Zahor" and with this they both burst into loud laughter. Haider al-Mashtat entered the house and followed his friend Shafiq, and he knew very well that he had to enter a room that was far from the main building of the house. Hembushi entered the room and turned on the electricity and as he was sitting and leaning on the back said: Heydar! Sit down and listen to everything I say, and of course know that whatever you heard is not my only word! This is the result of years of training in Israel and it is approved by the authorities there. Heydarmashtat sighed and said: Zahi Saadat! I wish we were a hair on your head and I could see the kingdoms there, I think it's nice there. Hamboshi laughed and said: If you follow what I am saying, I promise you will be happy and one day you will become a person and start a whole family of servants for yourself.Haider pulled his fist forward and said: What should I do?! I didn't say no to whatever you said, the special deputy of the Imam, the grandson of the Promised Mahdi, and he burst out laughing again. Hambushi took a deep breath and said: Look, Haider, it seems that the school we started has become popular with some of the common people, and many of those who love their Imam of the time and are of course naive, have easily been attracted to our school, but I am not satisfied with this, that is, this school of ours should not be limited to a few cities in Iraq, in the first step it should spread throughout Iraq and then spread to the surrounding countries and when we come to our senses, we will have a global sect in front of us, of course this is the desire of the Mossad and they want all the expenses and efforts they have made to bear fruit properly and properly.Haider raised his fist and said: What exactly should I do now?! Ahmed Hambooshi stared at Haider's mysterious gaze and said: From tomorrow you will travel to the provinces of Iraq, you will tell everyone that the descendant of Imam Zaman is asking for your help, as we planned, you are a Yemeni and I am the special deputy of Imam Zaman.To be continued. 📝Written by: T_Hosseini 🎞🎞🎞🎞🎞🎞🎞