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.

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.