Elham Mubarack is going through a messy divorce from her abusive ex husband, Akram. She is a strong woman with two small children. while her friend Mariam Abdullah is on the search for love. They try to decide to make the biggest decision of their life: whether to wear the niqab or not. Could they handle the challenges that come with wearing the niqab? © Hiba Nina 2017 All rights reserved.

What happens when your grandfather picks you, a happily married man with a heavily pregnant wife, amongst all his grandsons to get married to the granddaughter of his childhood best friend? This novel centres around a 26 years old guy and a 21 years old lady It is a story of an innocent love among young people, a story about love, betrayal, friendship and trust. Read more to find out about this beautiful yet innocent love ✨ Fatima_zahra15

Asma was the perfect daughter-pampered, protected, and praised. Raised in a home of comfort and luxury, her every whim was met with ease. But somewhere along the path, love turned into indulgence, and freedom blurred into rebellion. Surrounded by bad influence and the thrill of nightlife, Asma's world spiraled into late-night parties, arrogance, and reckless choices. Yet, even in her lowest moments, a part of her clung to her dignity-never crossing the final line. Muhammad Nuruddeen: calm, principled, and deeply rooted in faith. Their paths cross unexpectedly, and what begins as a clash of worlds soon becomes the beginning of a journey. Through his sincerity, quiet strength, and unwavering deen, Nuruddeen awakens something long buried in Asma-a desire for change, for purpose, for Allah. "The love that led me home" is a soul-stirring tale of fall and rise, of mistakes and mercy, of how no soul is too lost for Allah's guidance. A modern Muslim love story rooted in growth, redemption, and the beauty of returning back to the path.

©2024 COPYRIGHTS. ❝It's you i want not your virginity, literacy or marriage count.❞ Nabeel became her shadow, her protector in a world that had abandoned her. He fought for her, bled for her, and, in the end, claimed her as his own. In his arms, she found not just love, but a savage devotion-something she never imagined she would experience in this lifetime. And as their worlds collided in passionate, dangerous harmony, Umaimah learned that love, when it finds you, doesn't come with the gentle caress of a fairy tale; it comes with the weight of a storm. Umaimah, a village girl with a heart heavy with desperation, was shackled by the cruelty of her adoptive parents, who treated her more as a servant than family. Her dreams, whispered in the dead of night, were filled with visions of escape-escape from the suffocating village that never saw her worth. Her first and only hope of salvation lay in marriage, but even that fate seemed to mock her. Three engagements had been broken, each leaving her more jaded, and now, at the ripe old age of "marriageable despair," she found herself cast aside, an unwed relic in a world that valued only brides. But fate, it seemed, had other plans. She was sent to the city as a maid-a meager consolation, but one that allowed her to slip away from her tormentors, to vanish into the sprawling anonymity of the urban jungle. She didn't just wish to escape; she needed to find her real parents, the bloodline that might redeem her.

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Copyright©2021. All Rights Reserved. "You don't realize how much you want something until you dream of it every night" ~Rahma Turaki. »»-----　★　-----«« There's a thin line between revenge and justice. For the young Rabia, life had never been fair to her. However, she never sought a way out.That was, until an unfortunate event had her packing her belongings. Along with her best friend, Rahma, they left their village for what they hope was the best. But fate...fate had it's own plans. Never in a thousand years did the two girls imagined how their life will turn out to be once they left that village they grew up in. One ended up behind bars. The other's life got to changed, entirely. But that wasn't the end of the story. If anything...it was the beginning of it. »»-----　✼　-----«« R A B I A. R A H M A. By Ferdeausee_

Abdulhameed: She's my dream girl. Fatima: He's always been my crush, every girl has a crush on him. Abdulhameed: I love her. Fatima: I love him. Abdulhameed: I'm doing it for my father. Fatima: I'm literally forced. Abdulhameed: But she still loves her ex. Fatima: But he still loves his ex wife. Abdulhameed: And its just two years marriage. Fatima: And its just two years marriage.

She was an average muslimah but she had a weakness. She had a strong desire, yet her heart was weak. She found a solution to her weakness but it was only temporary and it was Haram. She then found a permanent solution to her weakness. It was Halaal but her parents didn't agree to it. She took a decision out of anger and that single decision turned her life upside down. She sinned... She violated... She was violated... She regretted... She repented... But there was a vacuum in her life that her past had created that she carried with her every single day of her life. The guilt and burden of her past always weighed her down every step of the way. She wished she could turn back the hands of time and erase that part of her life from her story. But then, her story had not yet ended. Her future seemed bleak because her past posed a threat. Will her story end like this? Probably... Probably not... The past cannot be changed, that is for sure. What about the future?

Maryam never had a say. Although her situation wasn't her fault, people never fail to rub it in her face. If she was a child out of wedlock, she wouldn't have been sad. Atleast she'd be paying for her parent's sin. If she was an Almajira, she'd still lift her head up high and accept what ever the world threw at her, atleast she would still be paying for her parent's sin for throwing her out into the streets. If she was a prostitute, Heck! she'd stand proud and tall, atleast it was her decision to sell her body to men. But, she was neither one of this things. She had lost her father, a day before she was born. Her mother got married to someone else a week later! That marriage came with a whole lot of burden. A burden she was subjected to by her gullible mother. A burden she had no choice but to embrace.

Copyright© 2019. All rights reserved. "I never thought I would say this to anyone, but I want you to use me, exploit me in every possible way, Mami. Use my shoulders to cry on and my arms to be hugged, my body to receive warmth, my chest to keep your head on and badge it with your make-up, my heartbeats and breathings to lull you to sleep, my hair to tug and play with, my eyes to lose yourself in, my accent to swoon over, my insensate jokes to laugh and giggle, my kisses to make you feel loved, enhance your confidence and make you feel perfect and my touches to take away your insecurities and vulnerabilities. You, mami, are the best person to ever grace this universe. Use me as your sun, moon, stars, night, day, everything and anything you want. Use me anytime but don't shut me out like you did for the past week, I can't deal with that. By Allah, it takes away my sanity and reason to live. Tell me please..." Zayn Borkan, makes her feel as though, perfection is real for whatever she does, is right to him. Even when her breathing pace changes, his heart spiked up in worry. There is nothing more important than Nana Aisha to Zayn and there never will. She is just too perfect and pure, also the most beautiful person to grace the earth for him. "I wish I could hold your heart, Cradle it gently in my hands. My arms are not strong enough, To hold what is not meant for it. My eyes have seen a lot of things, And I thought I'd seen them all. But the way your smile ignites my own, Makes me think there's so much more to see. This walls around this heart of mine, Have stood, collecting dust. But it's as though you've found the gate, That leads right to my trust. I've liked my name before but not anymore, But on your lips, it's heart warming. And your voice is my new favorite song, That's forever on repeat. But even though I feel this, I can never let you see. Because you deserve a whole lot more, Than a broken soul like me." No plagiarizing of this book! Aishatu