She never talked to him. He never confessed. But every look he gave her... said "I see you." And every time she lowered her gaze... her heart whispered, "I feel you." In a world chasing loud love, theirs bloomed in silence. Behind notebooks, under niqabs, and within assemblies - their eyes met like stars colliding, softly. No love letters. No texting. Just glances. Just duas. Just fate. This is the story of Saliha, the wildflower in hijab 🌸 and Salih, the boy who smiled every time he saw her 🌙 A halal love story... Written not by hands, but by hearts. Guided not by ego, but by Allah. "If after 7 years you still feel the same, I'll tell Amma and Abba." And so she waited - and he stared.

"I know that we will never be a real couple, but we can at least be nice to each other Aneel" I told him. I've had enough. Tears were starting to prick my eyes, but I didn't let them fall. He looked over at me in a weird expression. Like if I died in front of him, he wouldn't care. "You don't get it, do you?! I. will. never. love. you! I will never care for you. You wait, every day, for me to come home and have dinner with you like normal couples do- you are pathetic. You are nothing! Absolutely nothing to me. You are not even worth my words. You are a loser who has nobody- your parents? They are just like me. They knew that you were worthless and wanted to get rid of you" he said angrily. I was not angry at him. He was telling the truth. I'm nothing. Never was, never will. I nodded. He was right. He was so damn right. Sahra Ali is eighteen years old when she gets married. It was not a marriage out of love, no, she was forced into it. Shre grew up being abused. Her parents sold her for money. No parent would do that, so are her so called parents her real parents? She is trying to survive this marriage, because she believes in Allah and knows that He had a good reason that He gave her all these pain. Aneel Osman is a badboy who wants nothing to do with Islam. He was a muslim when he was younger, but when something bad happened, he blamed Allah for it. Deep inside he knows that it is wrong, but shoves that thought away. He began doing the things Allah prohibited. There was no one to hold onto or to pull him out. He kept falling and falling. And when he has to deal with that girl his parents wants him to marry, he is losing himself more and more. Read the description in the book for the fully version! This is a short draft! ~ Salaam guys, this story is edited! Almost everything has CHANGED and it is now a mature story. I like how it turned out. Thank you for all your support! It still contains small grammar mistakes. You have been warned:)

ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ..ᴘʟꜱ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛ!! "You think you can find her?" asked the old man. "You are in my country, gentlemen, nothing happens here without my declaration," said the old man, smirking. "I can find my girl," He said getting closer to him. "You touched something you shouldn't have touched. You will regret it, sir," he said, leaning at His level. "I did what you asked me and successfully escaped your prison with your wealth five years ago," he said smirking. ••••••••••••••• They called it a sponsorship program. Ezra called it vision. But to Alex, Joshua, and Saaifa-it was nothing short of control. They were just kids when Ezra offered them opportunity. Prestige. Protection. What they got was manipulation, exploitation, and pain carved so deep, it rewrote who they were. Joshua lost his sister. Saaifa lost her peace. And Alex buried a part of himself so deep, even Bella the girl who sees past his silence struggled to reach it. Years later, they're not scared children anymore. They're survivors. Builders. And they're done being pawns. Together, they'll bring down everything Ezra built-no matter what it costs. But revenge isn't clean. Truth never comes without blood. And love... love has never been safe for any of them. Carnation - A story of survival, power, and the kind of love that rises from ruin.