Note: I made this book when I was 14 and there's a lot of cringey things in there and I have definitely changed as a person. The things I put in there do not align with my values anymore and if I had the time to edit this book, I would. SORRY IN ADVANCE! Are you a Muslim Gurl and tired of just...EVERYTHING? Stupid questions? Idiotic actions? Stupid Social Media? "Oppression"? Explaining? Strict Parents? Annoying Siblings? Clothes? Little things that just annoy the crap out of us? Hijabs? EVERYTHING. Come and join me and LET'S RANT TOGETHER!! Even if you aren't a Muslim Gurl, read my book anyway! Muslim Gurls and Non-Muslims Gurls have a lot more in common than you might think!

#104 Ranking in spiritual on 23-6-2017 Mariam grew up believing that she had what you could say the perfect life money , health , luxury , beauty living with her family and friends Until one day her estranged American mother came to take her back to America after winning the custody battle. However, going into a country that doesn't speak your language or match your culture or your religion isn't something easy especially when you don't even have your family beside you and instead you are trapped with an estranged mother and living under the same roof with your new stepfather and his three boys. Mariam tries her best to fit in but living with strangers is really tough. Definitely when three of them are boys. They also get into many fights and do things that normally in my country will get them into prison. The three boys aren't all perfect but well far from perfect. They all have their personal problems and secrets too. Mariam will learn more and more each day about these boys. The more she knows the more she keeps getting herself closer to the boys. Which is not a good idea to be falling in love with her stepbrothers...

( Spiritual/Romance ) "Dont worry wifey .. This is just temporary, I have no intentions of keeping a women like you as my wife for real.THIS WILL BE OVER SOON! " He spat on my face with disgust. "What will be over?" I asked holding back my tears. "This arrangement sweetie .. The husband wife game we'll be playing for the next few days .. I will divorce you the moment you reach your home and then we'll be free from this meaningless marriage agreement" He replied sternly. ***************** Meet Anaya the 20 years old stubborn Muslim girl living in America.All she ever wished for was a loving family but as they say "The world is not a wish granting factory".When things were falling apart all she could think of was to run .. So she did! Meet Dubai's largest hotel chain CEO and the youngest business tycoon Asher Ibrahim.He's handsome and very Islamic.All he ever desired was to marry his childhood love Zulafeh but what can one do when your fate is already written and you're supposed to cross paths with a complete stranger. * Is it a fairytale? No !! The girl in fairy tales never gets kidnapped, forcefully married and raped by the guy's own relatives. * So what is it? This novel is actually the journey of two people with totally different perceptions of love, who learn to discover the new meanings of the four letter word that is now changing their life without them realizing. Is it really the forceful relationship which is bounding them to fulfill their wedding Vows or has the love cupid already knocked their doors? Read and find out :) All rights reserved by Hijabi_dreamer97

Previously known as "The Ceo And His Hijabi" *** The night was dark. Ruthless and forbidden. It was like the murkiness was calling him in the arms of lurking demons, the demons which had always been there with him, teasing him mocking him. He stood before the window, looking down at the city, which was glittering as if thousands of stars have descended down from the sky, each scattering as far as a human eye could see. The tall buildings stood there, an aura of pride surrounding them, reminding him the consequences of the evil power that he had faced. His heart was beating in a sinful rhythm but the devil, oh the devil, he stood there in the darkness as if it was his own cloak, his own shelter. "Tell me this is a lie," The little Muslimah whispered. Her voice hoarse with emotions, her throat perched from all the crying that she had done in the past hour. The truth that laid before her had broken her. "Either you believe the artificial lie or realize the truth lying before your eyes." His voice was cold, devoid of any emotion. His mind but his heart, it was in chaos. A cry of pain escaped the Muslimah's lips but he stood there, unwavering, listening to the tortured soul. "How long? How long have you kept this from me?" She questioned him. Her green eyes held a fire which he had never seen before. It was dangerous because it could consume her, becoming the reason for her own downfall. He knew after telling her the truth there was no coming back but he was a man of character and no matter how comforting a lie is, he would always go for the truth even if it meant chaos.