You know that awkward moment when someone asks you if you're secretly bald? Or that moment when your male teacher tries to give you a handshake and you politely refuse but he still gets offended? Or that really awkward moment when people start to talk about religion in class, and all eyes are automatically on you. Yup. We've all been there, and I dedicate this book to every single Muslimah who's been through the same thing. So let's take a moment to acknowledge these beautiful moments and make the best of them! Copyright ©2015

It's all about finding true love and a life long support. *** "Me?", Iqra asked him again, not able to get what he has said. "Yes,you Iqra.I want to get married to you.",he replied moving towards her,taking small steps,making Iqra's breath uneven. "I think you need rest,I will excuse myself,",saying that she heads towards the door,which was only a few steps far but for this instance it seemed to her that she could never get there before falling in between due to the fast throbbing of her heart. She couldn't belive her ears,nor her eyes,she just couldn't let that absorb her, He proposing to her. "I know you need time,and I am ready to give you that, I can wait forever for you,but please don't make me wait that long.",he said smiling,trying to lighten up the situation but it didn't turned out that way,but it made Iqra fell for him, in that very instant but she didn't realised it. Until Fate Hit her with that truth. *** Hope u liked the prologue, and if Yes,do READ. Will be waiting☺

In this generation more than ever, people struggle to find love. People are tired of meeting the misrepresented form of love, tired of being hopeful, tired of believing in love and its raw existence... Sarah Mohammed sees this is so, because guys seek the accomplishment of their pleasure and desires of lust from girls rather than aim for true love or the unraveling of a person's soul. Will Sarah possibly ever walk the path of true love despite the lack of it? Or will love just be a quote that she so simply finds on the internet? ...

Those random thoughts that can inspire literary drivel. Short stories are all about saying big ideas in small paragraphs. This book will aspire to reach pinnacles of inspirational (or even completely Rubbish/Baloney/Hogwash/Balderdash/Tripe/Drivel/Poppycock) thoughts.... within increasingly minuscule word limits. Anyone, and Everyone is welcome to submit their pieces to be featured here. Writers will be properly credited. Feel free to PM me here on Wattpad if you have a short story for me.

WARNING!! DO NOT READ UNLESS CURIOUS AND EXTREMELY BORED. Okay, This is going to be my book of musings. I'd upload my rants, complains, frustrations, musing or anything inspiring that strikes my mind. Yeah, it's basically my mind in words. Cover credits to @Zammurad.

As if being kidnapped from a poverty-stricken town in the Middle East was not horrifying enough, Hayat Ishfaq, a 21 year-old American Muslim, is forced to watch the slow beheadings of her own students. But, those are the least of her worries. ~A Wattpad Featured Story~

A Summary of Mishari Al-Kharraz’s Lecture Series “How to Taste the True Beauty of Salah” Kuwait 2008 By Mona Hubbi Free for copy/distribution Food possesses a special flavor. So does play. So does the spending of money. Even laughter has its special flavor. All these flavors share a similar pleasure, but the pleasure of true faith (Iman) is different from all the rest in this world. This is because it is not a state of the people of this world, but a state of the people of Paradise!- as Ibn Al Qayem said. What do the people of Paradise feel? You will know- if you have experienced that sweetness and beauty. Have you ever tasted that beautiful sweetness of faith? Those who have say- It is sweeter than honey, but in reality is incomparable to anything we know. We want to try to taste this sweetness. This is our goal- To taste the sweet beauty of Iman and all that is in it. And we start with the sweetness of Salah- How to taste the true beauty of Salah!

Their sympathy had worn off and I was back to how I started, except I no longer had my husband beside me. I thought the niqab (face veil) would protect me like it used to, make me look like I fit in with everyone else. But the little person holding my hand gives it away. His beautiful dark skin and short frizzy hair shows that he’s different. They see us as different and they don’t like it. - Born and brought up in the west with a Pakistani father and Palestinian mother, Esha’s never been liked by her extended family in Pakistan. But they remained polite until she went on to do something never seen in her father’s Pakistani village. She married a black man. To make matters worse, Esha and her husband, Isa, move to Pakistan so Esha can teach the less fortunate in the little village her father was brought up in. His passing caused her great grief and she wanted to feel closer to him. But they never accepted her. Yet, Esha refuses to move away and is adamant on raising her son alone in her father’s old house.