THE DARKER SIDE OF LOVE Inspired by a QUR'ANIC VERSE • A sharp-tongued girl. A sacred bangle. A slow-burn romance written in secrets and blood. Juveria Rahman has enough wit to outmatch Mr. Darcy and enough sorrow buried in her bones to write a hundred novels. Her only heirloom? A deceptively simple bangle - one that holds a truth worth killing for. Now, she's caught in a silent war between: ✔️ A dangerously obsessed predator ✔️ A mysterious savior she wants to hate, but whose presence unsettles her in ways she can't explain 💔 And somewhere in between... a love story is quietly blooming - unspoken, unwanted, but utterly unforgettable. --- • The rules of the game: If the villain wins, she'll wish she had never been born. If the savior succeeds, she'll wish she could forget what she learns. • In this haunting tale where: Every ally hides a knife Every smile carries a price And the Qur'anic verse etched in the bangle? It wasn't a blessing. It was a warning from her Baba. Islamic mysticism meets Pride & Prejudice's wit in a Gone Girl-level psychological maze ⚠️ Warning: This story will: - Leave you breathless over a single line at 3am - Make you question every relationship you've ever had - Make you forget this was "just" a Wattpad book 🎬 Teaser video available inside 👇 Please check out ©️ Bint-e-Azhar

"I won't let you come with me if you wear this burqa. Understood?" Mrs. Khan fixed her brown furious gaze at the 12-year-old girl who was insistent on wearing a burqua and beginning Hijab. After being unable to convince her father, she was trying to persuade her mother. She was pretty sure that her mother would definitely support her. It was none other than her mother who taught her to wear a head scarf at an early age, even with criticism from people. But, oh no! Her mother's statement was like an arrow from the heavens that sent the earth trembling in terror and shaking her feet. With faltering steps and a heavy heart, she decided to try the tool of last resort and stood before her Merciful Lord. She prayed to Allah that if you want me to do hijab, then make me steadfast on it from this very day. Help me now. Please! As she moved her head to the left reciting "Assalamualaikum wa rahmatullah", a strong and confident girl woke up inside her.

Cover by: My lovly sister ❤ A cool breeze blew through the French windows, as he ascended the stairs, slightly calming his thumping heart. With his back straight, his shoulders squared, his beard trimmed to perfection, his piercing, yet mysterious gray eyes, and his kurta that was tailored to precision, he was the perfect drool-worthy groom. A smile graced his lips as he passed his parents, as well as his little brother's room. This was the best part of the whole day, the time when he would be left alone with his lovely wife. A blush crept up his neck, as he recalled the heavily embroided, blood red lengha that adorned her and the shy smile that painted her porcelain face. Never in a million years had he imagined marrying his younger cousin. He was six years older than her, he had never looked at her as his younger sister neither as a supposed wife, she was just another cousin, but a few days ago that had changed. She had been encompassing his thoughts since his parents suggested that he should marry her. He halted abruptly, when he noticed Waqaas stepping out of his room, closing the door behind him. Just before Waqas could walk towards his room, which was right opposite his own, he strode towards him swiftly, putting on his best stern face. He knew Waqaas sometimes spoke to his wife, but he never thought much of it, they were cousins after all, some cousins did speak to one another, but he disapproved of it, as cousins were not mahrams. He trusted his brother would stay within his limits, but he was giving him a friendly warning. "What were you doing in my room?" His brother looked unusually sad. "Ammi wanted to give Naailah milk, so I offered to take it, since my room is right here. " He nodded stiffly. "Okay, by the way it's Naailah Bhabhi to you!" Waqaas grimaced at his brothers tone, but nodded nonetheless. He really didn't want to bring out the worst in Daniyaal. Little did he know, he would do exactly that in the futu

Torn apart from his family, homeland and childhood because of his faith and identity, he grew up to be a hope for the hopeless, voice for the oppressed, liberator of the occupied lands - a revolution himself. ☆彡☆彡☆彡 Israel has long trampled over the Palestinians' rights, kept on pushing the land and its inhabitants into an endless pit of injustice. Palestine - a land that has footsteps of revered men from the past hidden beneath its dust, is believed to be free once again. But, the questions remain... When will it be? Who will make it free? Those who dare to dream, Can they persevere through the consequences of standing against a super-power? Or will they, along with their dreams, be reduced to dust? ☆彡☆彡☆彡

Sometimes it isn't possible to include every single idea I have in my books. Sometimes I have to cut out hilarious or awesome scenes because they don't really fit, or they are too slow for the pace of the book. So, Skript will include random moments from ALL of my characters! It could be before or after or during when the book is taking place. Sometimes it could be a re imagining of a scene I have already written! They are just for fun, and will contain only that specific scene, and not a complete story line. Much like Ask SAJMRA, I will take submissions for Skript ideas! I'm excited for this :) Stay awesome <3

Shasmeen is lovely. Mubashir is handsome. Both have been recipients of a string of rejections. When the possibility of them marrying each other suddenly becomes attractive, questions of a union between fire and fire rise. Can love bloom between two who refuse to see eye to eye?

Let me speak for all of the people in the Middle East who want their voices to be heard. Let me tell you just how hard is. Let me shape how life threatening it can become. Let me explain to you what the media doesn't want you to know. Let me show you the Middle East from another perspective...my perspective. This is a collection of poems about the Arab Spring, the conflicts being faced there, the present-day civil war, and how misunderstood Muslims and Arabs are. ------ Story cover courtesy of @XCrocusX. Thank you. ----- #322 in Poetry and #41 in Crime. Thank you so much. I sincerely appreciate it.

Sisters torn apart by the fragility of the heart, how can love possibly hurt so much? Hana Junaid decided two years ago, distance would make her younger sister Hanaan more independent but Hanaan's love and yearning for Hana during this time has drowned not just herself but also Hana in a series of Instagram messages with a boy who listens and converses with her so well. What shows on the screen is not what's behind it and the chaos that follows with photoshopped pictures tests Hana's patience and endurance. Added to the mess is the dynamic Nashwa, fighting her own love battles. Hanaan's cerebral palsy, rendering her coordination haphazard. Young boys daring to be more than themselves in big lawyer conspiracies. Hearts shall certainly flutter wild. So when the strings of the heart are tangled with so much sophistication, Hana's integrity hangs on a hook and Hanaan is deep in a coma after her online friend turns to a vile foe, will love survive or will fragile compassionate hearts be shattered furthermore? They say the sensitive do not make it far in this cruel cruel world. This is a story that aims to change precisely that. #LoveYourself #FeelThePain A WATTPAD FEATURED STORY ⭐ Cover by @Warrior_Queen3296

The year was 1663 A.H. An evil emperor named Kwaade threatened the freedom to believe and sought to erase religion from the face of the Earth, bringing the world to its knees. Alas, there remained those who would be steadfast in bowing only to God. Read and discover the tales of their battles and struggles against oppression in a world of empires. Empires, of faith... _______________ Copyright © 2013- by Abdullah Muhammad All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. Legal charges may be filed against anyone found in violation of this copyright.

These letters are raw. They bleed. They rage. They whisper. They scream. Because how do you unlove the man who hung the stars in your sky... but also shattered your entire world? This is not a story of fairytales. No prince will come. No magic will heal. Because the king - the father she once adored - poisoned the apple. And now... all that's left is a girl trying to unwrite her love for him. Read Ada's letters - if you dare.