SEQUEL TO "Under the Olive Tree" After losing all he had lived for at the hands of a merciless Occupation, Riyad joins the Resistance fighters to persist against the Armed Forces and liberate his country. Known for his obedience and ghost-like combat, he thrives on his recklessness and a nonexistent fear of death. But when one girl enters his life with torn and dirtied clothes, a silent voice, and a look in her eyes carrying a depth and mystery unlike any he'd seen before--Riyad's world crumbles. She, without uttering a single word, took hold of his soul and watered within it what he had not felt since his tragic youth: love.

A tale of love, loss, and new beginnings. Hareem wants to start over, Momin is stuck in the past. Can a newly wedded couple learn to love and accept one another while also dealing with an uncertain future and a haunting past? Trigger warning: ptsd, suicide, death. Copyrighted © Saroosh M.

Dawud and his two siblings are left war-torn by the aftermath of a bomb that has caused havoc in their city. Left at the hands of the oppressors, orphaned and hungry, they don't know what to do or how to live their lives. Follow the writer on this heartbreaking journey of Dawud and his family.

This book is full of positivity, you have to be able to think positive and be prepared to work towards your dreams The aim of the book is spread positivity, and to let others know how they should believe in themselves. I hope you guys like this book , as much as I enjoyed writing it Positive thoughts only Much love Iman Hayat

"Help...someone, help," she gasped, collapsing to the ground. Her eyes rolled back as blood oozed from her mouth, flowing down her pale face and matting her brown hair. Gradually, the blood pooled around her, staining the concrete crimson. Arina's lifeless body lay motionless beside the growing pool of blood.

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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.

whilst you only see stars glint in my eyes, i hide a cosmos under my hijaab.

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.