Editing! Cover done by: GollGappay 🥇First place in the 2018 Rahma Awards. Alhamdulillah.💖 °•○●°•○●°•○●°•○●°•○●°•○●°•○●°•○●°•○●°• They say that you are upon the religion of your friends. Suhaib couldn't agree more with that statement, as he witnessed the horrific scene in front of him. He had been a complete fool; he had thought that he would be a good influence to his so-called friends, yet he had been unaware of the danger that lurked in the future. As the time had passed, he had realised that they were harmful, but never had a situation like this cross his mind; never had he thought that he would experience such a heart wrenching sight. The cold breeze swept past him, that caused the hairs on his nape to rise. The wind howled as if grieving along with him for the loss he experienced. The leaves rustled in the vicious storm. The clouds poured down their burdens, mourning along with him. He stared down at the horrific site. Her body was cold and lifeless, sprawled upon the floor, like a discarded piece of insignificant trash. His heart pounded wildly in his chest - the pain he experienced was so raw, he felt as if his very own heart had been torn out and trampled upon multiple times. He knew the image of her lifeless body and horrified face would forever be imprinted in his memory, and no matter how many years would pass, the pain would forever be embedded in his heart. He slumped down beside her cold body. Tears streaked his face, his vision blurred, his heart felt as if it was snatched out of his body; leaving him barren and hollow. He looked down upon her body that was stained in scarlet; her face had been mercilessly bruised and cut. The only girl he ever loved so dearly stared at him with lifeless, horror-struck eyes, drowning in a pool of her own blood.

Houssam Shaykh is living the dream. He is a big sought after basketball star who has his pick of teams, is recognized wherever he goes, makes millions per game, and gets to play his favorite sport for a living. He is even being called the 'Muslim Michael Jordan'. But he has a void that he can't seem to fill, no matter how many screaming fans chant his name. When he goes back home after a long season and decides to throw himself into volunteer work, will he find a shot at finding what he's seeking? Hana Ismail sees life through the lens of her camera. She loves to create memories for others to hold dear, but often wishes that she gets to experience them for herself. When she gets chosen to start a Masjid newspaper, and ends up doing a profile on none other than their very own celebrity, will she have a shot at her own happiness?

"And they plot and plan, and ALLAH plans and ALLAH is the best of planners" (Al-Quran) "Can you tell me to whom this diary belongs?" The person gave me a bored look and I took a long breath to ease the ache in my lungs. I don't think I've ever ran this much in my life. I gave him a pleading look. "Please?! It's really important!". The person looked at me with a face void of any emotions. "Please!!" I don't think I've ever used this word for anyone except my family. I just ordered and it happened. But it didn't seem to be happening right now. I took a last glance at the person giving him a desperate look, then ran to other people. One clue, Just one!! Alteast a little hint!! I kneeled down on the road, not caring about anything and pleaded to Allah Almighty, keeping the diary close to me as it's the most precious thing in the world, the beads present in its cover poking my chest, "Please Allah! I'm sorry for all the sins I've ever done in my life. Surely, You're the most merciful. Please, find me a way to her. Let me meet her. Oh, Allah! Only You know if I don't go to her, what will happen. Please help me." I looked at the diary, its beads shining in the sunlight, and still keeping it close to my chest, I sat at the pavement looking defeated but I won't lose hope. I would not lose hope!! Then I heard heavy footsteps and then someone placed a hand on my shoulder and I turned only to feel like all the trucks of the world attacked me at once. It can't happen. No, no please no!! NOO!!! ____ It's a tale of motivation, Faith, Iman, Tawaqqul, Taqwa, mystery, twists and true love It's a tale of a diary "It all started with a Hijabi's diary! Now none of us knows how it's going to end" #1 in guiding #6 in Quran #1 in Taqwa #47 in mysteryromance #69 in Islam

You see, I have dreams to pursue Life to live Shores to conquer And all of a sudden There was a knock on my door It was fate Which let you in- A visitor Who wasn't invited. [Extended Summary Inside]

*Now available for purchase on Amazon, KU, Barnes&Noble, and more* Valedictorian and Ivy League-bound, eighteen-year-old Hayat Amanullah seemed to have it all-until her oldest brother died in a car crash. Since then, the tight-knit Amanullah family has crumbled; now her mom never leaves her room, her dad buries himself in work, and her middle brother Ihsaan-once the carefree jokester-is withdrawn as he battles his own demons. Seeking comfort in her new role of caretaker, Hayat grows closer to her best friend's brother, Rameez Khan, whose attention offers her a temporary but troubling escape from the weight of loneliness and responsibilities. Further complicating her emotional turmoil is the inexplicable connection she feels towards her late brother's best friend, Mikaal Zaman, whose kindness and shared grief draw her in deeper. As Hayat struggles with loss and identity, her strained bond with Ihsaan begins to shift-gradually but meaningfully. And when picking up the pieces of her family is no longer enough to outrun her own grief, she's forced to confront the one question she's been avoiding all along: who is Hayat Amanullah after losing the version of herself that died with her brother? ~ #2 in revival: 3/26/24 #6 in startingfresh: 8/13/22

☾ featured ~ ❝Empty chest and misplaced heart, what can fix them if not love?❞ ☾ Started: January 15, 2021. Completed: May 27, 2021.

"You're the never ending blue sky in my world." "Well then you're the green land completing me." Life was crude, a path of potholes and smooth roads. It never stayed stable and neither did Zoya Hayat Malik's. Ever since her high school years, she was impeccably drawn towards cardiac studies. After all, cardiologists took care of the heart, an organ too complex to ever fully comprehend. Entering the top medical university in a small town, she dreamt of saving a heart. On the other spectrum of the town lived a passionate architect. His prayers involved more gratitude than requests but there was an unattainable absence deep within his heart. They yearned for the best until fate bind them together. He met the girl who wanted to save hearts. The very first heart she ever saved was his. Whenever he crossed paths with her, the desire to hold onto her starved him. She kept enchanting him. They wanted to walk together until they reached Jannah, until it was only Him & His Muslimah. -HIM AND HIS MUSLIMAH-

✵ featured ~ ❝Once upon a time in Baghdad, a common girl teaches the Khalifa of the kingdom why a king needs a queen.❞ ✵ Started: June 5, 2021. Completed: March 30, 2022. ✵ cover by @xniftykayx featured on wattpad historical fiction, undiscovered, and dangerous love profiles. Highest ranking #1 in historical fiction.

'Every boy is a player, Until... He meets his true one' ... "Come on Inaya! You just have to pretend" he whines trying his best to convince the girl. "Pretending also comes under the category of lying" he rolls his eyes till the back of his head if possible hearing her uttering truth. "It does? Well, One pretty girl and One pretty boy with One pretty lie sounds fair to me" he grins proudly and the poor girl looks so done by her cousins behaviour. "Wait...pretty boy sounds gay, I am Handsome so lets change that sentence-he worries about something which is not at all important but convinces the girl to be his crime partner not knowing where this will take them. Two dumb souls tied into a mature stage of life because of their own deed by uttering a pretty simple lie.

Resident sunshine and hopeless romantic Noor ul ain is the beloved light of her family's eyes, known for her cheerful nature and willingness to please. She wears the weight of expectations like a crown, afraid to disappoint those who cherish her. The only person who can't stand her bubbly personality is her lifelong neighbor Zunair Yusuf. Broody, cynical, and as "I-don't-believe-in-love" as it gets, Zunair sees right through Noor ul ain's happy-go-lucky facade and is convinced her every laugh is a defense mechanism. But when Noor suddenly undergoes a traumatic experience, her laughter fades into silence. And Zunair Yusuf is the only one who was there when it happened. Disturbed by the drastic change in her demeanor, Zunair is determined to find out what happened to Noor ul ain. And as Noor spirals into depression, she finds comfort in reading an old journal from an estranged family member, a woman whose harrowing story Noor feels deeply connected to. As Zunair embarks on his mission, he finds himself growing close to both the faith he had detached from years prior, and the girl he thought he despised. And as Noor connects with someone she's never known, the generational trauma she had contributed to suppressing begins to break the surface, revealing the strength within her to confront the past and forge a path towards resilience and healing. #1 in islam: 4/7/25