If somebody asked Zahra - "do we ever reach a point in time when we just cannot love a person any longer?" - she wouldn't know. Zahra Yusuf is the most sensible girl in her family. She listens to her mind more than her heart, maybe that's why her Nani keeps telling her - she needs to plant a few seeds of love in the soil of her soul. She has buried many secrets in her past, and they all are slowly catching up to her - maybe because somewhere between sadness and exhaustion, she hadn't learnt the lessons she was meant to. She didn't have a clear head back then. But to the same question, the hopeless romantic that her heart is, would answer - 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵. Perhaps it's this inner voice that leads Zahra towards Shafaq even after the incidents at Anaargis. A story of trust and pain - and how both are a perfect mix of ingredients for love, even after bitterness. • • • L O V E B E Y O N D A N A A R G I S ( g e n r e : r o m a n c e / s p i r i t u a l ) © writer_muslimah | Jasmin A.

[R] Note: Contains some material not suitable for individuals under 16 years old. First book of my "Knowledge" series. This is a compilation of articles taken from authentic sources (Islam QA, Islamic Online University, and MuslimMatters) on topics I believe Muslims should be aware of. If you have a question, post it in the comment section or send me a private message, and I will research it for you and post the answer in sha Allah. Cover: Zammurad

No matter how close you are to them, there are certain things you just don't say. No matter how lonely you feel, there are certain people you just don't befriend. No matter how much you've fallen, there's always a guy you shouldn't give your heart to... Sadly for me, I learnt the last one only after I had gotten my heart broken. They say that you shouldn't look down upon anyone, or you will be put in their situation and made to experience the crisis. When I was fourteen, I had rolled my eyes at a girl who was sobbing histerically over a guy who liked her best friend. And I was probably paying the price for that now. However, I was trying my best to fit my feet in the shoes I had been given. I was trying and I was managing just fine. What I didn't need was a trouble maker who entered my life without permission. The guy who claimed to be bowled over by me, the one with a broken heart. Little did he know, I had entrusted myself to Al Malik, The Owner of me and my heart. And if he had to reach me, he had to do so by pleasing Allah. Which wasn't possible for a guy like him. Or so I thought.