Aisha (RA) the role model of the believers. She was a Mumina, a Sheikha, a Saleha, a Murabiya and an Aalima, ♥ Aisha (RA) was the one with great personality. She had a Brilliant Mind with a Remarkable Memory, and was Tender hearted as well as a Modest, Pure, and a Pious lady. She was one of the Greatest Muslimah.♥ Anas ibn Malik said, "The first love in Islam was the love that the Messenger of Allah had for Aisha. may he be pleased with her." In this book, the life of Our Mother is described in short. Since she was the most beloved wife of Prophet Muhamad (pbuh), I thought of writing this book. Indeed, her life is so inspirational! Subhanallah ♡ THE WORDS MENTIONED IN THIS BOOK BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS. P.S- I HoPe YoU AlL wILl StUdY ThIs BoOk AnD GrAsP LoTs Of KnOwLeDgE aNd WiLl TrY YoUr BeSt tO fOlLow THE MOTHER OF THE BELIEVERS♥♥♥ Cover credits- ItsFirstMalaika

"I dare you," He said to me with determination in his eyes. "I dare you to accept my proposal. If you do then I will make you the happiest women on earth." "What happens if I don't?" I challenged him. Who does he think he is just popping back into my life whenever he wants? It's been two years since we've last spoken! And now he's asking for my hand in marriage!? "You will because I'm Adam Mathews and you're Zamzam Amin. The girl who got the airhead jock to change his ways." "Deal?" I thought for a moment. I loved him once and the only thing keeping us apart was that he needed to figure himself out and now he has! He also showed up in front of my dad and asked for my hand. "Maybe." I then got up and walked away. It won't that easy to win me back, play boy. Two years had gone by since Zamzam and Adam had last spoken. They're both different people now, Zamzam is now a Freshman in college while Adam just got back from traveling the world. Now that Adam's come back he's ready to ask for Zamzam's hand in marriage. Will Zamzam accept? Will she forgive him for being gone so long? Or will the time they've spent apart get between them? Find out! [cover by @Tammzz] #QURUXNATION

"What was that?" He came closer and closer as I step back with each step he took. "What was what!? I can hang out with whomever I want, it's none of your business." I snapped when I felt a wall behind me. Of course the damn wall had to be there. "It is my business and you know why? Because you're my wife, get it?" His face were inches away from mine as his mint breath fanned my cheeks. "Since when do you care that I'm your wife?" I whispered, my heart was going insane. "Since forever, Layla." He brushed my cheeks with his warm hands. "You belong to me and the angels are witnesses for that." ________________ None Muslims are welcome^^ #1 Teenagers🎊 #47 teen 🎉 #37 school 🎊 #3 spiritual 🎉

There are some things you just don't get over. No matter how hard you try, some memories just don't fade away. Even if the edges are hazy, the feelings resurface inside you every time a particular person crosses your mind. Laeeq Abdullah had one such feeling wrapped in barbed wire and pushed inside his heart. For him, every big disaster he's had was a result of love. Then again, like the poets say - "how is the heart not brave, when after shattering a million times, it mends itself and walks ahead?" Leila Muhammad had everything a content muslimah could wish for - except perhaps love. Being the bookworm that she is, she's had enough exposure to know the difference between halaal and haraam. But would her heart be willing to sacrifice itself for someone like Laeeq? Someone who - despite having the best of manners - has been battered in the battlefield of love? After all, it takes a long voyage within qalbs to understand the depths of a situation - which is exactly what this story will do.

"You are fired," he said, as my heart broke into tiny pieces. "No please sir, don't separate me from Imad. I beg of you," I pleaded in agony. What sins have I committed to deserve this? How can I stay without seeing the child I have been raising like my own for three years. Why is he doing this to me? ••• Layla put her whole life on hold to take care of a young boy named Imad. She has been taking care of him since he was a three years old. They share an unbreakable bond, he counts on her and she has made him her world. Ahmed Damari a tactless, cold hearted business man who has no time to waste and no space for affection. The uncle of the boy. He wants nothing to do with her but he just can't seem to stop thinking about her. What happens when two different worlds collide and when unwanted feelings thrive? Written By: Naila Ali [ Highest Ranked #1 in spiritual.✨] hi

❝ You are a Lair, Professor! ❞ I said as I slapped him across the face. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to him. ❝ No student of mine may disrespect me like that and get away with it ❞ He said with a force that would have made any person in the world tremble. But not me. I gazed into his green eyes. ❝ But I am not anyone, Am I? ❞ ___________________ When Wahaj, a practising Muslim, received an acceptance letter two years ago from a prestigious college, she never thought she would marry her cold professor who doesn't even look at her direction twice. Still, she did, and the secrets are unfolding. Ibrahim Yilmaz is a cold-hearted genius who became a professor at the age of 24, and he only cares about his career, but everything changes when Wahaj comes into view.

Saima Rahman is an aspiring lawyer, with no intention to marry. She wants to live her life and grow closer to God without an annoying husband. She's seen how awful Marriage can be so she promises herself to never marry. But when a certain gentleman comes waltzing into her life, she realizes that promise may be hard to keep. After all some Promises are meant to be broken... Copyright © sammyhaa All rights reserved.

I walked down the white hallways filled with the smell of bleach and chlorine. The lights above were too bright, too luminescent. I can't think. I can't look straight. I can't breathe. Everything was blurry. I touched my cheeks and felt tears cascade down to my chin. My steps faltered. My heart wouldn't stop beating out of my chest. "I'm sorry Nouran." She had looked at me sadly, eyes filled with emptiness. No, no, no. What am I going to do? What am I going to tell him? Him. Izhar. I can't breathe.... Allah. •|#1 in Spiritual on February 20th, 2016 // March 26th, 2016 // May 20th, 2016 // June 25th, 2016 // July 3rd, 2016 // July 13th, 2016 // July 28th, 2016 // August 2nd, 2016 // August 13th, 2016 // December 28th, 2016 // January 21st, 2017 // January 27th, 2017 // March 23rd, 2017|• ||1 million reads as of May 12th, 2017|| ||2 million reads as of September 15th, 2018|| ||3 million reads as of July 15th, 2020|| ||A Wattpad Featured Story as of August 11th, 2017|| ||100K votes as of February 20th, 2018||

Meet Ayesha, the total twin troublemaker and an evil genius. Obviously she hates being girlish because that's what you get living with 3 elder brothers, playing soccer your entire life and having only one girl-best-friend by your side. But is she happy? Hell yeah! Join her adventurous life where she is obsessed with playing pranks on people almost every day, getting into trouble ALL THE TIME and naming her pets something no-one would name, like Rumplestiltskin! And then come the 4 jerks who she despites the most Aahil, who is a twin himself and Ayesha's neighbor Zayn, who is Aahil's cousin and the intimidating bad boy of the school Bilal, who is also Aahil's cousin and Ayesha's childhood bully Yazaan (Nop, he's not related to anyone) but he's a troublemaker himself Now what will happen when one of helps a very lost Ayesha and guides her through her life? Highest rankings #1 in Muslim story on 02/10/20 #1 in Halaal on 02/10/20 #10 in Islamic on 02/10/20 #13 in Spiritual on 02/10/20

Previously known as "The Ceo And His Hijabi" *** The night was dark. Ruthless and forbidden. It was like the murkiness was calling him in the arms of lurking demons, the demons which had always been there with him, teasing him mocking him. He stood before the window, looking down at the city, which was glittering as if thousands of stars have descended down from the sky, each scattering as far as a human eye could see. The tall buildings stood there, an aura of pride surrounding them, reminding him the consequences of the evil power that he had faced. His heart was beating in a sinful rhythm but the devil, oh the devil, he stood there in the darkness as if it was his own cloak, his own shelter. "Tell me this is a lie," The little Muslimah whispered. Her voice hoarse with emotions, her throat perched from all the crying that she had done in the past hour. The truth that laid before her had broken her. "Either you believe the artificial lie or realize the truth lying before your eyes." His voice was cold, devoid of any emotion. His mind but his heart, it was in chaos. A cry of pain escaped the Muslimah's lips but he stood there, unwavering, listening to the tortured soul. "How long? How long have you kept this from me?" She questioned him. Her green eyes held a fire which he had never seen before. It was dangerous because it could consume her, becoming the reason for her own downfall. He knew after telling her the truth there was no coming back but he was a man of character and no matter how comforting a lie is, he would always go for the truth even if it meant chaos.