There was once a boy on the verge of breaking. Then, there was a man who refused to give up on him. WARNINGS: Contains mature, sensitive and heavy themes. Read full warnings before reading.

Joseph "Joe" Ibrahim─born Yusuf Ibrahim─found fame at a young age when he won a local singing competition. Now twenty-five, he spends his days and nights doing things which he deems to be fun while ignoring what is expected of him as a Muslim. Used to the way girls would recognize and gush over him, he is surprised when he meets a practicing Muslimah who has no interest in him. Their unexpected encounter causes him to step back and figure out his priorities especially when he starts to feel attracted to her.

Treat her kind and with respect, no matter the circumstance.

A poem for a boy who have autism.

It's all a question of truth.

. { My stars, in jars, along with stars } Every star in this jar I call my heart, holds my scars. The only way to tell you about each and every star, is by sharing it in a form of a poem. This is my collection of poems. All the poems of which you may read, are all written by me, coming from the heart. Whether it be depressing or joyful, please enjoy this collection. Grab some snacks, get your popcorn, you're about to read my stars, in jars.

A collection of Islamic short stories. They dont all have to do with prayer but the first one does... Pray This heart wrenching Islamic short story is about two best friends who come face to face with death. Aalia and Sabrina have been friends since they were toddlers, but as they grew up they began to take their own paths. Can Sabrina help her not-so-practicing-muslim-friend come to her senses. Or will Aalia face the trials of the next world unprepared and full of regret? What happens when Aalia's mother shows up, kneeling over her dead child's body and crying for her guidance? This story ponders over the importance of prayer and dives into the strength of a mother's love.

One day I was really upset about something and for some reason I decided to grab a pen and paper and when I finished what I had scribbled down I was like, "hey, that could be a poem." Weird, I know right? That's how I began this whole poetry thing (without being forced to by teachers). A little while later I posted it here on wattpad just to see what others would think. I honestly didn't and don't consider myself as a "poetic" type of person. For me, writing poetry is just away for me to let my emotions out with out crying all over the place or cussing anyone out lol. It strangely makes me feel better afterwards.... Sometimes lol. In this collection of my poems some of them are about me, or things I can relate to, or things that have just been on my mind. So basically what I'm doing is gathering my old poems (some u may or may not have read) and I'm collecting them under this one book, I guess u could call it. I'll be add more poems but don't expect frequent updates because I only write poems when I'm "in the mood" lol. Everyone's opinions are welcomed (as long as you're respectful about it) so don't hesitate to comment. Sooo, enough of me rambling and go read! - Jannah Banana <3