Thursday, January 23, 2020

Character Interview with Nakio Atana from E.L. Strife's Stellar Fusion

We’re thrilled to have Nakio Atana from E.L. Strife's Stellar Fusion.  It is a pleasure to have her with us at The Literary Nook!

What is your name?

The Universal Protectors named me “Nakio Atana” when they rescued me at fifteen. I do not remember my name before that time.

I am a Technical Integrations Specialist and code-named “Tango Sierra One One.” I am also “Commander” to the twenty-eight sergeants of Sand Base Eight and “Katana” to my Command.

What do you look like?

I’m 5’8” (1.72meters) tall with deep red hair and blue eyes. I always wear a rust red leather uniform to hide the scars covering my mocha skin. I’m a bit higher in muscle mass than most female soldiers. I’m told it’s genetic.

Where are you today, and what are you doing?

I am a shepherd for the Universal Protectors which keeps the people of Earth safe, but am on mandatory “restoration” at my apartment. I do not like stalling my progress in capturing Kronos rebels or sitting in the silence where voices from my past can taunt me. But my wristband’s Comprehensive Endocrine and Neurotransmitter Analyzer (CENA) function has determined I need restoration. Sometimes, I wish I hadn’t programmed the systems to be so sensitive.

Describe the outside of your home.

My apartment above Sand Base Eight, where I command, is a second story glass and steel box at the edge of a rebuilding city in the Nilsa Sand District. Nilsa is in an area above where the Nile used to have tributaries. The city is a jagged oasis the surrounding dunes continually try to wash away. The Three Hundred Year War caused extreme climate change and shifted a lot of weather patterns.

I often stay at Home Station, my organization’s center of operations, hidden below the Pacific Ocean’s surface. Dolphins swim by the windows of the lunchrooms. Transports rush in and out of the main hangars built into the island as waves crash into the rocky cliffs.

Space Station Hope is another home, on the moon. Commander Lee and I are well acquainted. I trained many of his recruits when I was younger. It is cold up there, in space. I hate looking out at the stars like pinpricks in the black or endless night. Someone up there took me from Earth when I was five.

Earth is my true home. All of it. It’s in our Shepherd’s Oath.

You come face to face with your worst enemy. How do you react?

Interrogate. Torture. Execute. Krage, the leader of the Kronos rebels uses women and children as body shields. He poisons his bullets. He wants the world in chaos so the people will bend to him for supplies and peace.

I bow to no one who harms others.

Information is always useful. Since Krage has tortured innocents and fellow shepherds alike, by the standards of the 2800s I am legally allowed to torture him. Because he has killed, I am authorized to end his life. It is the way we balance all things.
Prior punishments were not severe enough to deter crime. Now we have little crime. The judges were not impartial. Now we are.

You keep a photo album of memories from your lifetime. If you could only keep one photo, which one would that be?

Photo albums are not things permitted to shepherds unless for the sole task of working an assignment. Paper is nearly obsolete. But if I could have one photo, I would wish for one of my family, together. My father died before I met him. My little brother was a baby when I was taken. I worry my mother and brother died that day.
I wish I had a way to remember them.

Are you a morning person or a night owl?

I prefer not to sleep at all. The broken memories are too much during rest. I am awake at all hours, but primarily the dark ones. My eyes are more adjusted to the shadows. I feel...safer there than in the light. I can watch others without being seen. I get stared at a lot. Scars are like eye-magnets. The sunlight makes it worse. There are also fewer people up at night, so I can work my shifts in peace. Besides, most of my targets are active in the middle of the night.

A police officer stops you for a minor violation. What violation is that and how do you react?

I am the police. But UP’s Command still controls my life. I don’t work well with other teams and have had several shepherds die under my command—only the ones who wouldn’t listen. I do not make mistakes. I just need shepherds that don’t hesitate. So Command ruled me an “Independent,” and I am no longer permitted the usual assignments with teams. I’m a solo act. And I don’t mind one bit.

What is your favorite piece of clothing?

All I own are my uniforms. I do not own pajamas or street clothes. I appreciate my corset the most. It matches my leather jacket and pants, but is specially designed to help with the pain. It stabilizes my spine without looking like a brace. I do not need any more pain or attention from others.

Do you have any phobias? What are they and how intense are they? How have they impacted your life?

I have two phobias. The first is that I will never remember who I was from before the crash that took my memory at fifteen. I have pieces, nothing more. It’s infuriating and frightening to be in control of everything but myself. I cannot even remember my mother’s face.

The second is being trapped in a cage I cannot breathe in, like a ship with no oxygen or an underwater dunk tank chute for accessing Home Station’s exterior. For that matter, swimming pools.

I suppose I’m lucky to be so busy with work that I do not have time to consider my fears. I’m just too busy. There are more important things to address. Plus, all shepherds are on serum to keep our emotions and reactions regulated. Serum takes the edge off of everything. Except, I don’t need it. I’m the only one of almost 100,000 of us.

Open your wallet, purse, or briefcase. What do you find?

No one in our century owns wallets or purses that I know of. We all have chips embedded in our wrists with all the data necessary to communicate our worth. Shepherds have additional wristbands which contain all of our teams, assignments, work notes, etc. Mine also contains designs I’m working on for transport modifications and the like.

I do carry one special tool, a hooked blade, against my low back. I cannot explain my need for it except that there is something familiar and comforting about the menacing curve of the metal and the way the handle balances perfectly in my palm. It calms me.

You move into a new home. What's the first thing you buy for it?

UP provides most things, but not the food in our residences. I love cheese and Marusa tea. Those are the first things I pick up.

How do you feel about mortality?

I’ve died more times than I have fingers and toes. (I haven’t lost any.) My Instructor, Rio, said there’s something different about me, like an instinct that won’t let me die. He says Command lies about saving me so I don’t think I’m different. I know better. There’s something important I still have to do. I can’t die yet. It isn’t my time. But when it comes, I’ll be grateful for the rest.

What scares you?

Losing control of my body. When I was abducted, they did tests on me, took away my ability to consciously move and breathe. I can push through pain and exhaustion to fight, not numbness... not the loss of sensation as if my body is gone. I know it too well.

How would your parents describe you?

Unsure. All shepherds are orphans. I hope they’d be proud of me. My father was in something my mother called the Vioran Army. I couldn’t find any information on it in Human Cataloging databases. I am a soldier now. But I actually think she’d be disappointed. Shepherds are not permitted families or friends. If there is one thing I do remember about her, it was that she was a gentle person.

The other shepherds use the terms “merciless” and “apathetic” behind my back when they think I can’t hear them. I guess I’m like my father.

What’s the last thing you do before you go to bed at night?

My first instructor, Sensei, taught me to start off thinking about a place I enjoy or picturing a blank gray screen—if I’m feeling overwhelmed. Meditation is my preferred method of rest.

Who is your best friend?

Shepherds do not have friends. I don’t even have a co-shepherd like most. Frank has been my assigned residence guard for many years. I think he understands me the most. He respects my privacy and always seems to know what I need him to do before I request it. I trust him to relay orders. By all standard definitions of friends: understanding, well-acquainted, respectful, trustworthy, I believe he would be my friend if we were not bound by law to relationship isolation.

Who is your worst enemy?

Most shepherds would say Krage of Kronos. I know there is something far more evil in the stars, something Command has lied about to protect the people of Earth. But as I’m the only remaining survivor of the rescue mission, they only have to keep me silent. It’s not hard. I don’t like talking.

Are you faith-oriented?

No. Shepherds aren’t permitted religion. But I do not believe in magic, gods, or an afterlife. I see the hungry children and fighting villages in this life. I work to protect them in the present.

Are you married or in a relationship?

Shepherds aren’t permitted relationships. We are bound by oath to our jobs.

Do you have children?

I do not think so. I do not believe I had any prior to age fifteen. Nurse Orley tells me I could not have any now, if it was permitted, anyway. I was injured on the ship that took me. I do not remember how, only that I was not alone. Someone else knows.

Where is your favorite hangout?

There is an island in the Pacific, not on maps, that was given to those of us from the rescue as a place of peace to meditate away from society and work. It has a mountain that almost always has a patch of snow. A river runs through the forests and meadows and pours off of the cliffs in white sheets. I enjoy swimming in the warm saltwater there with the sea urchins and other oddities. They make me feel like less of an outcast.

You are at the zoo. What is your favorite animal?

Zoos no longer exist in our century. Some of the richer families have exotic pets, but all other animals are wild. We are more concerned with saving humanity.

I admit, I sometimes encounter animals on missions. They usually pause and stare for a breath but always seem to conclude I’m no threat and wander off.

On one assassination mission in Mountain Zone Forty-seven, I encountered a black wolf that stood almost my height. We did the usual stare-down, and then he sauntered closer. I let him for a reason I can’t explain. He sniffed my pack, licked my face a few times, and then continued past me into the snowy night. Sometimes, I wonder where he is.

You just woke up to find that war has been declared. What’s the first thing you would do?

Get the people of the city underground in the bunkers. Assess damages from Sand Base Eight. Report to Command in Home Station, and then await further orders.

When you were a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?

A soldier, like my father, until I was abducted. Then I just wanted to survive, to defy my captors, to escape and find freedom. UP gave me a chance to do both when they rescued me.

If there was one thing you could change about yourself, what would that be?

I’m told I take my job and life too seriously. But I’ve seen things others wouldn’t believe unless they were there. I am precise, accurate, timely, innovative, and ultimately effective because of what I’ve been through. My scars are proof of my experience level. So I have to say that I need to be more understanding when it comes to younger shepherds and civilians. It’s just hard for me to be sensitive when my life has been about desensitization for the purpose of work and survival.

I also wish I understood what family was like: to be accepted and loved just because of what we are... and to know what a hug feels like. I can’t remember ever sharing such an intimate embrace.

Thanks for listening. If you have further questions, pick up a copy of Stellar Fusion, or email our reporter at I have to prep my chute for a night jump. May the stars guide you home.

About the Book  

Author: E.L. Strife
Publisher: Independent
Pages: 330
Genre: Scifi/Fantasy

This isn't the first invasion. This time, they’re taking everything… and everyone.

Earth, still patching itself together from the 300 Years War, is severely unprepared and outnumbered when the invasion hits. Their only hope is a small team of soldiers on a suicide mission to infiltrate the mothership and relay critical defense information home.

The last survivor of the first encounter can't explain why she knows what she does. Sergeant Nakio Atana is the Universal Protectors’ elite assassin and holds within a spark of unimaginable power. But a daring escape from an enemy ship knocked the first fifteen years of her life into darkness, leaving her with only inexplicable apathy and technical knowledge beyond Earth’s evolution.

What she is can change their future.

Sergeant Bennett must guard her with his life.

Together, Atana and Bennett lead the team in hopes her knowledge, and his crew’s skills, will render them a soft spot in the alien armor. What they find when they reach the mothership is entirely unexpected. The truth they uncover will challenge the code they live by and their concepts of the power within.


“Stellar Fusion is the work of a new aspiring writer with a penchant for exploring possibilities of future life for humankind. Good versus evil, loyalty, truth, integrity, and the power of strength, love, and hope are all masterfully interwoven into this inaugural novel by E.L. Strife. With the age-old theme of making the world a better place, Strife casts her characters in the spotlight as they embrace survival on the planet. Stellar Fusion offers readers an opportunity to look to the future and reflect on what is most important to ensure the happiness, success, and survival of the human race.”
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“Great book. Would recommend it to anyone who enjoys fast-paced sci-fi action with moments that slow to profoundly grab your heart and draw you into the characters’ lives. Looking forward to reading book 2 when it’s released.”
-Amazon Customer


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About the Author 

Adopted by two educators, Strife developed a deep love for learning new things. In 2012, she graduated from Oregon State University with two Bachelor’s Degrees in Public Health and Human Sciences: Interior Design and Exercise Sport Science. Her past wears fatigues, suits, and fitness gear, sprinkled with mascara and lace.

"I like to question everything, figure out how things work, and do tasks myself. Experiencing new things is fun but also helps with writing raw and genuine stories. And I'm always trying to push my comfort zones."

Strife likes the rumble of her project car's 350-ci V8. She enjoys the rush of snowboarding and riding ATVs on the dunes. But nothing brings her more solace than camping in the mountains where the stars are their brightest.

Strife enjoys connecting with readers and welcomes all feedback and questions.

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Wednesday, January 8, 2020

Q&A: John DeSimone Author of THE ROAD TO DELANO & Win $50 Amazon Gift Card!

John DeSimone is a published writer, novelist, and teacher. He’s been an adjunct professor and holds an MFA in Creative Writing from Spalding University. His recent co-authored books include Broken Circle: A Memoir of Escaping Afghanistan (Little A Publishers), and Courage to Say No by Dr. Raana Mahmood, about her struggles against sexual exploitation as a female physician in Karachi. His published novel Leonardo’s Chair published in 2005.

In 2012, he won a prestigious Norman Mailer Fellowship to complete his most recent historical novel, Road to Delano. His novels Leonardo’s Chair and No Ordinary Man have received critical recognition.

He works with select clients to write stories of inspiration and determination and with those who have a vital message to bring to the marketplace of ideas in well-written books.

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Thanks for this interview, John.  Congratulations on your new book! Would you say it’s been a rocky road for you in regards to getting your book written and published or pretty much smooth sailing?  Can you tell us about your journey?

I had never published a historical novel, but I have always loved history. Yes, it was rocky. I had 40 some rejections before Rare Bird took the project. It’s a breakthrough book for me now. It took me five years to write and rewrite. I probably rewrote it three to five times in places. Then had to trim it down. It was a lot of work.

If you were to pen your own autobiography, what might the title be?

Persistence Wins the Day

When not writing, what do you like to do for relaxation and/or fun?

Read. Exercise. Eat out in interesting restaurants.

What makes your book stand out from the rest?

The combination of history that isn’t centered on a love affair. But on a friendship, and the moral strength it takes to be heroic.

Can you give us the very first page of your book so that we can get a glimpse inside?

Sugar Duncan was known around Lamoille County as  a gambler who could farm, but Sugar called himself a farmer who understood a sure bet. He grew up a plowboy on a hardscrabble patch of Vermont hill country and had calluses before he knew he had brains. It was in the seventh grade, in Pete Colburn’s barn, waiting out a driving rain that he found his power. While playing seven-card stud he could see the patterns, he understood the odds. He lived by the bluff, and he lived well as far as a child of the Depression could.
Before he reached high school, they were calling him Sugar because he was sweet about taking their money.
While his college buddies baled hay and slopped pigs to pay their way through Ag school at Vermont U, Sugar found it more profitable to relieve the hooligans and rumrunners of their easy fortunes at the card table above Markham’s Grill over in Providence. After four years of playing cards and a new degree, he left town to farm where the land hadn’t been wiped clean of its strength.
Sugar rode west to California’s Central Valley in a Pullman with a new pair of tan and white brogues stuffed with cash packed in the bottom of his steamer. FDR had just signed the Cullen-Harrison Act ending Prohibition, and a fifth of whiskey was now as cheap as an acre of California farmland. He hadn’t any choice. Returning to Vermont would mean he’d starve. With gasoline a luxury, his father had resorted to using mules to plow his hundred acres. Milk and corn prices had fallen so sharply, a farmer could live better by killing his cows than by selling their milk. California was the place he could make a living. And he intended to make that living as a farmer— eventually.

If your book was put in the holiday section of the store, what holiday would that be and why?

Easter. Spring is the time of renewal and rebirth. The resurrection of Christ. Cesar Chavez fasted for nonviolence and broke his 25 day fast on March 10, 1968. My book will be launched on March 10, 2020. Auspicious.

Would you consider turning your book into a series or has that already been done?

I would like to see it and its sequel turned into a TV series.

When you were young, did you ever see writing as a career or full-time profession?

Always. It caused real problems in my jobs because in my mind they were always temporary on my way to what I want to be doing.

Did any of your books get rejected by publishers?

This book received over 40 rejections.

What is your view on co-authoring books; have you done any?

After I left the corporate world, I took up ghostwriting as a way of making a living while I wrote novels. So yes, I have co-authored over a dozen self help and memoirs.

What’s next for you?

The sequel to Road to Delano. Continue the story of Jack and his crew as they deal with the upheaval in their lives and work. 

About The Road to Delano

Jack Duncan is a high school senior whose dream is to play baseball in college and beyond―as far away from Delano as possible. He longs to escape the political turmoil surrounding the labor
struggles of the striking fieldworkers that infests his small ag town. Ever since his father, a grape grower, died under suspicious circumstances ten years earlier, he’s had to be the sole emotional support of his mother, who has kept secrets from him about his father’s involvement in the ongoing labor strife.

With their property on the verge of a tax sale, Jack drives an old combine into town to sell it so he and his mother don’t become homeless. On the road, an old friend of his father’s shows up and hands him the police report indicating Jack’s father was murdered. Jack is compelled to dig deep to discover the entire truth, which throws him into the heart of the corruption endemic in the Central Valley. Everything he has dreamed of is at stake if he can’t control his impulse for revenge.

While Jack’s girlfriend, the intelligent and articulate Ella, warns him not to so anything to jeopardize their plans of moving to L.A., after graduation, Jack turns to his best friend, Adrian, a star player on the team, to help to save his mother’s land. When Jack’s efforts to rescue a stolen piece of farm equipment leaves Adrian―the son of a boycotting fieldworker who works closely with Cesar Chavez―in a catastrophic situation, Jack must bail his friend out of his dilemma before it ruins his future prospects. Jack uses his wits, his acumen at card playing, and his boldness to raise the money to spring his friend, who has been transformed by his jail experience.

The Road to Delano is the path Jack, Ella, and Adrian must take to find their strength, their duty, their destiny.


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Monday, January 6, 2020

Guest Post by Curtis Orloff, author of Streetcar Sandwiches

Title: Streetcar Sandwiches
Author: Curtis Orloff
Publisher: Authorhouse
Genre: Performing Arts/Screenplay
Format: Ebook/Paperback/Hardcover

Streetcar Sandwiches is a screenplay showing the efforts the owner of a sandwich shop in Uptown New Orleans undertakes to keep her business running. Not only does she have to deal with a menagerie of all types of employees, she has to comply with onerous and often conflicting regulations from several government bureaus. How she handles what turns into an ordeal threatens to change her naturally optimistic and pleasant personality. It leads directly to an outcome that could only have occurred in the Big Easy.



It has always been a pet peeve of mine that people equate niceness with mental deficiency.  It is an axiom tough guys finish first while nice guys finish last, or even have to be taken care of.  Being aggressive has become an attribute. Look at Patton, Steven Jobs, or even Admiral King, who was notoriously known as being even tempered, “always mad.”  Name one national hero who was known for his niceness and concern for others. If you do, it is in human services, as Mother Teresa, Jane Adams, or Helen Keller, never a titan of industry or commerce.
But that cliché’ is all wrong.  One can be savvy, industrious, and wise while treating each other with respect.  One can care about them. In fact, doing so reaps serendipitous rewards. Good things happen, as what occurred in the story “Streetcar Sandwiches”.  One act of unnecessary and undeserved kindness turned imminent defeat into victory. Of course, it was followed up with a lot of subterfuge once what had been revealed became apparent.  As I implied, nice people aren’t dumb.
In a similar vein the best way to handle overbearing, overregulating governments is to be yourself.  Notice how they always demand conformity, in speech, dress, and comportment. They love synchronic marches.  The definition of a good and proper person is how well one represents the ideal. And who is this ideal? Whatever the power that be decide.  Sure, in the military and in corporations one has to conform. But as long as one knows why he is putting on a mask he will be fine. It is when one gives up selfhood to strive to become what others require, when one is lost.
I did not know it at the time but I was more rebellious running my sandwich shop than I was as a boisterous student activist, getting in the papers every time I was arrested.  Authoritative entities can’t handle spontaneity or individualistic expressions of personality. Know what seeded the demise of the Warsaw Pact? All those Young Pioneers loved Elvis, Jerry Lee Lewis, Carl Perkins—and Levi Jeans.  They risked social ostracism and even punishment just so they could express themselves.
That is why individuals throughout history brought down empires, ended repression. Gandhi, Lech Walesa, it doesn’t matter who you are.  Anna Walentynowicz was a cranewoman who had had enough. She was instrumental in founding the Polish trade union Solidarity. A cranewoman!
Why is this the case?  How does this happen over and over?  Those who turn people into cogs never last.  They may start a movement, as I started one in college, and strive to stay attached, stay current, be the ideal person.  But all movements eventually end, or whirl out of control, throwing everyone off. Quite suddenly too. Look at the USSR.  Those bureaucrats I fought to save my sandwich shop and my employees’ jobs had no idea how badly their ignorant regulations were hurting businesses.  They were strangling the golden goose. But before they went too far, and , of course, blamed the golden goose for its demise, I stopped them. Just by being myself, and applying a little savvy.  

Book Feature: 'Twas the Night by Marin



* Children's Picture Book *

Author: Marin
Publisher: Fontreal
Pages: 32
Genre: Children’s Picture Book


‘TWAS THE NIGHT is a wordless book that “tells” a heartwarming and inspirational Christmas story. The illustrations gift each reader, young and young at heart, the opportunity to reimagine the Season’s wonder, and the freedom “to script” (if they choose to) their own lines to go with the images. Keep dreaming big!




'TWAS THE NIGHT is a wordless book that "tells" a heartwarming
and inspirational Christmas story. The illustrations gift each reader, young and young at heart, the opportunity to reimagine the Season's wonder, and the freedom "to script" (if they choose to) their own lines to go with the images. Keep dreaming big!





My name is Marin and I was a child a very long time ago. My father passed away when I was one year old. My mother remarried and I was raised by my loving (but strict!) grandparents. After losing their son, they were terrified by the thought of losing their grandson. For this reason, they didn’t let me play on the street, swim in the nearby pond or explore the forest with the rest of the kids. This was also the reason I learned to read and write long before I went to school. My grandparents surrounded me with books. Books became my imaginary parents and my fictional friends. Apart from my genetic building blocks, books also came to be the main component in my development as a creative, compassionate and competitive individual.

I studied nuclear physics, art, and literature, but I enjoyed art the most. As a young artist, I was eager to succeed, winning prizes from various countries. I later became a partner in an advertising agency and switched my attention to serving clients. My last award was somewhere in the early nineties – The Best in the West by Corel Draw Corporation.

Oh, a few more boring things about me: I do not drive, I do not drink carbonated beverages, I have never consumed food from McDonald’s, Burger King, KFC or any other fast food restaurant, I do not have a mobile phone, I have never used legal or illegal drugs (except Gravol when I fly), and I have never visited my GP (much to the disapproval of my wife).

I read. I read every day. I am what I am today because of books. This publishing house is my little “thank you” to all of them.

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Friday, December 27, 2019

Book Blast: The Lunchtime Club Detective Agency and the Mystery of Strangway Tower by Michael A. Gilby


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Title: The Lunchtime Club Detective Agency and the Mystery of the Strangway Tower
Author: Michael A. Gilby
Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
Genre: Juvenile Fiction/Mystery
Format: Ebook/Paperback

Everyone in Austrey, Kansas, believes their high school is just like any other good high school around the country. Its staff inspires good grades, its sports teams are enthusiastic and its student body is comprised of all round nice kids. But just how normal is it? To everyone who knows Professor Weiss, he is a normal, well-liked, and knowledgeable teacher who has been heading the Lunchtime Club for several years. Everyone believes the club is a group of students who meet every lunchtime recess to chat and complete homework, assignments, and class projects. Although some are a little ‘geeky’, they seem like normal students. But what no one knows is that there is nothing ‘normal’ about Professor Weiss or his Lunchtime Club. As the shadowy and powerful Strangway is about to discover, they’re actually a detective agency - the best. They are the only ones who can stop a ruthless man and his empire from carrying out an evil mission. In this adventure, this group of high school sleuths and their teacher must solve a shadowy mystery before a powerful man achieves a dark vision that will change the world.

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Meet the Author:
Michael A Gilby is a former teacher with thirty years of experience in education. He has written and produced several award-winning learning materials as well as educational copy for a range of products across multiple platforms. Michael now works as a technical writer and journalist. He lives in the Channel Islands in Jersey. The Mystery of Strangway Tower is his first novel.


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Monday, December 23, 2019

Book Blast: Disease is an Expiation of the Sins by Dr. Mira Bajirova


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Title: Disease is an Expiation of the Sins
Author: Dr. Mira Bajirova
Publisher: Partridge Singapore
Genre: Religion
Format: Ebook/Paperback

Disease is an expiation of the sins. Every sin is a disobedience to God. The sins involve the evil jinn (demons). When a person commits the sin, a black spot appears on his heart. If he repents, asks for the forgiveness, gives up with the sins, restores the people's rights and honor, who were wronged, and follows the Qur'an and Sunnah, Almighty Allah will purify his heart. But, if a person continues with the sins, his heart will become black and he will be doomed. "... Indeed, there is in the body a piece of flesh which if it is sound then the whole body is sound, and if it is corrupt then the whole body is corrupt. It is the heart." (Bukhari) "Unquestionably, by the remembrance of Allah hearts are assured." (Qur'an, Ar-R'ad 13:28) Sins remove God's blessings: life, health, fertility, wealth, provisions, knowledge, memory... Refraining from the sins is more important than performing good deeds. "Whatever is good is from Allah, while evil and sin are from ourselves and satan" (Fatwas of Ibn Baz) The only one God, Allah, the Creator of the heavens and earth and everything between, seen and unseen, sent the Noble Qur'an and His last messenger to all mankind, as a healing for what is in the breasts and guidance and mercy, and warning about the day of judgment and hellfire. "No calamity has descended except by disobedience, and no calamity is repelled except by repentance." (Ali Ibn Abi Talib) "Know, for certain, that when you break no one will heal you except you." (Ibn Al-Qayyim) More than 90% of the diseases are caused by the evil jinn, but doctors have no knowledge. Healthcare needs serious reform as went astray, instead of healing, it contributes to the progression of the disease and death, as it excites the hidden evil jinn and excited jinn spread more the disease. Satan can be cast out only by Ruqya and Negative Ions; both in the Noble Qur'an. The Ultimate Cure from all diseases is with Almighty God: Ruqya, Negative Ions and Prophetic Medicine. "Whoever abandons the Qur'an would abandon treating sickness and seeking healing through it." (Ibn Al-Qayyim).

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Dr MIRA BAJIROVA, Associate Professor, Consultant Ob-Gyn, IVF from Paris, has obtained 14 University Diplomas and Certificates and widely published. She has received "WOMEN ACHIEVERS AWARD 2018" With the recent guidance by Almighty God, she received the beneficial knowledge about the Ultimate Cure from all diseases: Ruqya, Negative Ions and Prophetic Medicine. She has published by the grace of Almighty Allah the book "Infertility Caused by Decreased Oxygen Utilization and Jinn (Demon)" She is an International speaker and has worked in many countries.


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  • One winner will be chosen via Rafflecopter to receive one $25 Gift Certificate to the e-retailer of your choice
  • This giveaway begins December 23 and ends on January 3.
  • Winners will be contacted via email on January 4.
  • Winner has 48 hours to reply.
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