"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:)

Daleela is fifteen, hormonal, and all around your average teenage Muslim girl. Well, you know, if being a Muslim girl in America is what you call average to start with. She has a quick temper, an overly soft heart, and to add to that she's constantly fighting to do the right thing. But what happens when choosing to do the right thing is suddenly a much harder decision to make? When she and her family move away from the homey state of Virginia to the bustling city of New York, her life takes an abrupt turn at the very corner of crazy-ville. How is she going to handle her first year in public school as the only visible Muslim in sight? Not to mention the fact that she's forced to be locker buddies with a completely bipolar psychopath that seems to hold the key to a murky past not even he knows the whole truth of. Daleela will face it all; a journey full of love, mistakes, discrimination, and maybe a few unplanned adventures. Although she's always been a true fighter, how will she handle everything that is happening without losing sight of what's truly important to her? Will she be able to juggle keeping up with her family and protecting her modesty while still maintaining a firm grip on her faith? What will happen when one girl has to fight for the respect of so many and prove herself to everyone looking down on her? Well, you'll have to take a dive into her world and find out for yourself... © 2012-2021 JAMEELAH LATHAM ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Eighteen year old Yasmeen is a Muslimah enjoying her last year of high school with her two best friends. She expects her senior year to be boring and torturing like the past three years were. Especially due to the fact that she's been wearing the niqab and tormented in school for it since last year. What's a niqabi to do though when the gorgeous new guy starts going to her school and everyone takes an interest to him? Or what about when she finds out that he's going to be living in the same house with her for a year and they're engaged to each other? *WILL OFFICIALLY BE BACK LATE 2024/EARLY 2025*

How not to write an Islamic love story.