The Islamic Love Story Concert Group is dedicated!
The Islamic Love Story Concert Group is dedicated! APK
1.1 ․ 5 years agoFree ․ Arba_Studio ⇣ Download APK (3.88 MB)
Complete short collection of romantic love stories about romance
What's The Islamic Love Story Concert Group is dedicated! APK?
The Islamic Love Story Concert Group is dedicated! is a app for Android, It's developed by Arba_Studio author.
First released on google play in 8 years ago and latest version released in 5 years ago.
This app has 2.2K download times on Google play and rated as 4.30 stars with 10 rated times.
This product is an app in Education category. More infomartion of The Islamic Love Story Concert Group is dedicated! on google play
The sound of footsteps on the asphalt road echoes that afternoon. The words of tauhid are quoted. The crouchers held a coffin over a black umbrella. Hot air, dust flying up into the air in the dry winds. The Sun refuses to hide behind the clouds, he is glad to see it.
The bright blue sky colored the funeral ceremony, the afternoon wind blew with hot air that caressed the bodies of escorts. Want to take shelter to avoid it.
Inside the coffin, a body fell asleep rigidly. White clothes. The aroma of mothballs filled the air in the coffin. Seven bonds were wrapped around his body. The former body of a leader in the village is now undergoing a three-phase phase towards the eternal world. The coffin is lowered. The old body was put to sleep in the last resting-place. The voice of adzan was blown in when his face was opened from white cloth.
Pale bad. There seems to be a happy life in the body. It would be nice to meet with the creator. Adzan finished churning. Time to arrive. The wooden planks were tilted all over his body. The land will now hoard it. Leaving the world's life to the next world. Dark. The land has closed all its holes.
The pain for 44 days made him give up, in fact no. He knows the time has come. Long before this day arrived, he lay drowning on his bed. He had a strange dream. He was visited by his late father. She was confused and afraid. For a moment he was wondering if this was the sign of the Khalik being missed her? Cold sweat blows. Drenching the whole body whose skin has started to wrinkle. He wakes up in a quiet night. One night. He sighed heavily. Lafadz stumbles out with a chaos with a cough that breaks the silence of the night. Cough that these days make it somewhat disturbed.
He got up from the bed, though his body was hard to deal with for compromise. He walked a little back to the well behind his house. The ice-cold air immediately hit his wrinkled face. Soon he opened the muffled lid of the old green. The water flowed to his hands. He then wavered. The drowsiness does not make him leave the sunnah of this one. He looked up at the sky facing the direction of the Qiblah. Pray.
The sky was so bright that night. Stars scattered as far as eyes look. Subhanallah. The Greatest God who has created this wonderful universe. For the umpteenth time he said it. Perhaps countless. He was still afraid of his dream.
Allahuakbar. In his prostration he prayed Ya Allah, You are the Almighty over all your creatures. So if You want to bring me back to Your day, restore me in special condition. Two long cycles. He was bowed in covetousness. Reflecting on her actions all this time. Fear of his charity is not enough when he returns home. Feared that the Creator threw him to hell Hell.
The tears scattered over his plaid case. A wrinkled hand filled with veins indicates he is a hard worker in his youth upward. Expect forgiveness from the Most Forgiving. That night was so quiet. Just the sound of night creatures emitting his voice creates a typical night atmosphere.
fiture:
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- small file size
-can be used in different versions of android
The bright blue sky colored the funeral ceremony, the afternoon wind blew with hot air that caressed the bodies of escorts. Want to take shelter to avoid it.
Inside the coffin, a body fell asleep rigidly. White clothes. The aroma of mothballs filled the air in the coffin. Seven bonds were wrapped around his body. The former body of a leader in the village is now undergoing a three-phase phase towards the eternal world. The coffin is lowered. The old body was put to sleep in the last resting-place. The voice of adzan was blown in when his face was opened from white cloth.
Pale bad. There seems to be a happy life in the body. It would be nice to meet with the creator. Adzan finished churning. Time to arrive. The wooden planks were tilted all over his body. The land will now hoard it. Leaving the world's life to the next world. Dark. The land has closed all its holes.
The pain for 44 days made him give up, in fact no. He knows the time has come. Long before this day arrived, he lay drowning on his bed. He had a strange dream. He was visited by his late father. She was confused and afraid. For a moment he was wondering if this was the sign of the Khalik being missed her? Cold sweat blows. Drenching the whole body whose skin has started to wrinkle. He wakes up in a quiet night. One night. He sighed heavily. Lafadz stumbles out with a chaos with a cough that breaks the silence of the night. Cough that these days make it somewhat disturbed.
He got up from the bed, though his body was hard to deal with for compromise. He walked a little back to the well behind his house. The ice-cold air immediately hit his wrinkled face. Soon he opened the muffled lid of the old green. The water flowed to his hands. He then wavered. The drowsiness does not make him leave the sunnah of this one. He looked up at the sky facing the direction of the Qiblah. Pray.
The sky was so bright that night. Stars scattered as far as eyes look. Subhanallah. The Greatest God who has created this wonderful universe. For the umpteenth time he said it. Perhaps countless. He was still afraid of his dream.
Allahuakbar. In his prostration he prayed Ya Allah, You are the Almighty over all your creatures. So if You want to bring me back to Your day, restore me in special condition. Two long cycles. He was bowed in covetousness. Reflecting on her actions all this time. Fear of his charity is not enough when he returns home. Feared that the Creator threw him to hell Hell.
The tears scattered over his plaid case. A wrinkled hand filled with veins indicates he is a hard worker in his youth upward. Expect forgiveness from the Most Forgiving. That night was so quiet. Just the sound of night creatures emitting his voice creates a typical night atmosphere.
fiture:
-wipe offline / no internet connection
- small file size
-can be used in different versions of android
