Arsalan: She was my past. A beautiful one, yes, but one that I now miss. Taking this decision to tell the story... it is one I knew was coming, that I knew would come, but I didn't expect it to come so soon. Hiba: She was the one who Allah chose to make him best for me. (Late) Aizah: Allah is the best of planners.

----- (Arsalan's POV) She lifted her purse and raised it to strike me once with more, the anger returning to her eyes but only half-heartedly. As it came down, I grabbed it this time, stopping it from landing another blow to my shoulder. I looked deep into her eyes. "Hiba... look at me." And she did. The moment we were caught in caused my heartbeat to raise all of a sudden, drowning out all the noise. It was just me, my heartbeat and Hiba. "A-Arsalan... I-"... ~~~ Imagine you have a dream of a family, with children that fill your hearts with joy, a beautiful loving wife who you will always find peace with, and your dream job. It's so perfect, right? Now imagine this dream takes a turn. She's gone. The woman who was once your whole life, the woman you thought you'd always love, gone forever. What happens then? Do you get married again? What happens to the children? In fact, could you ever love again? And sisters, imagine a similar dream. A handsome, loving husband, a dream job. When the first part of that dream shatters, what happens? What do you do after your husband betrays you? How do you move on? How can you trust any man again? Is there any way to get your life back? This tale is about a man and woman who have almost lost hope for their dream, but both are praying every day and night for Allah to help them. A man; a woman; a dark past interfering; a family trying their best to support them; What could go wrong?

-- Life works in mysterious ways. King Patterson never really thought about life in depth. He did not care much for his future. He did not plan. There was no use. He would be six feet under today, tomorrow or the day after that. He took each day as it came, but never took them seriously. That was until fate took him down a completely different route. After crossing paths with someone who paves a way for him to finally find purpose in life...a goal...a final destination that he can work towards, King pulls himself out of one world and falls blindly into another. A world that has A'ishah in it. And she, alone, was enough to make his newly discovered world absolutely perfect. --

As we fall into the pit of darkness, trust me, hold me tight, Hold on to the wisp of hope, let me give you light. ------------------------------------- Fear. Fear defined Abeer Irfan's life. Every night, it engulfed her and she drowned into the endless horrors of her past. Every night, she lost a part of her to the evil. Every night, it got worse and worse to the point of no return. You see, she wasn't alive; she was just breathing. On one special night, she opened a door, a door hidden in the maze of her horrors. It was on that special night, that she met him. He wasn't a knight in shining armor. He wasn't a superhero. He was a light. He was the guy with impossible green eyes. *************************************** "You didn't see anything before. This is what you have seen. This!" My heart is beating frantically hard against my ribs like a bird trying to break out of its cage. Allah... "That is how easy you are to crumble. I'll set you straight, angel. I am done with people like you. I am done with being played with. It's about time you learn a lesson. I am about to make your life hell." The words I am sorry are lodged in my throat, but I don't want to beg him. I am done begging people for mercy. "That's more like it." "You cannot make me feel any worse than I already do," I state what I think all the time. "Challenge accepted." *************************************** {Extended synopsis inside} Highest Rank Spiritual #1 (12th-13th & 18th June 2016) COMPLETED Trigger warning- Contains violence/depressing thoughts/ suic dal ideation ******** Praise for Trust Me: Beautiful. So fluent. Ma Sha Allah ~ @sabagul28 Very interesting start ~ @hayatkhan07 This story is just so good. Flawless plot. You've got magical words~ @pearlOf-desert This is gold~ @booksandhalwa You are a very talented author and your work speaks volume ~ @143maryam

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There is not a word that exists that describes the amount of zeros in my bank account. I make 35 million dollars a day. I invented the Internet. I have everything. Except... Happiness.

We all want our own 'happily ever after' and I was no different. I aspired to be like Khadija (ra), the wife of prophet Muhammad (saw) strong, faithful and caring for her husband. I wanted to be his everything, his rock, his shoulder to lean on and his best friend. I wanted someone who would complete my deen, love me unconditionally and care for me but up until then the only romance in my life would had to have been my relationship with ice cream. I wanted a love story that would move people to tears, that would be passionate and extraordinary. And boy did I get one...

+ Step by step becoming a practising teenager! These are all the 'Islam is my Life'-episodes from my book 'You, my punishment'. I wrote in a few chapters Islamic notes in the end with meaningful words. I decided to put all of them in a collection so that you can search through them easily. 'Islam is my Life' is about topics with an Islamic explanation which you can use in your daily basis. I talk about topics in my point of view which could give you a great view of why something is like that. I hope you will like it! -COMING SOON- I am working on a new project called 'step by step becoming a practising teenager' which will be included in this book. Stay tuned! I am not from a country where English is spoken nor do I know it correctly, so there will be grammar mistakes. You have been warned.

{Completed} My name is Miracle. I got that name when I was fourteen. I can't remember my family. I can't remember my friends. I can't remember anything from the past. Do I even have a past? Where was I born? Who are my parents? What did I like? Did I prefer dresses or sweaters? Was I a girly-girl or a tomboy? I lost everything the moment I came forcefully here. I didn't ask for this nor did I would want it. I came here to loose myself. I came here, because I got kidnapped. Everything I had known, everything I had forgotten came up to surface and tried to swim when he came into my life. He, the one who saved me.. ~ This story is so much more different than my previous ones. This is too emotional and extreme. Its about two people meeting each other in the worse circumstance. Two people who are trying to save each other by loosing themselves. Its still Islamic of course, but that will appear later in the story. If you don't like grammar mistakes, then this story is nothing for you. You have been warned. Also contains it scary parts which could make you cry, so if you can't handle that, then don't read it. Romance. GENERAL DISCLAIMER ABOUT MY WORKS: I write about the things that people don't want to think about. I write about the things that people are turning away from when its mentioned. I write about the things no one warned you about because in their eyes its a taboo to even think of it. I write about atheists, rape, forced marriages- all of the darkest side of life. If you don't like that, then this account is nothing for you.

From the author of You, my Punishment and Have you..? 'Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn't possible have any direct correlation to one's happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possible work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, than you are going to do it. It's really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint.' I closed the page of my laptop and sighed. The things I've been reading were not helping me to have peace with myself. I looked in the corner of my room. It looked gorgeous. The blue balloon looked gorgeous. Blue stands for communication, for trust. For logic and for calm. Blue is thinking, light, sun, sky. But to me, blue has the worse inside. To me blue is cold. Blue has lack of emotion. Blue is unfriendly. It was never there for me. No one was. Blue looked gorgeous from the outside, but from the inside it was empty. Empty as my soul. Nila was having a battle inside of her. Her mind wasn't logical. Things never made sense. She was trying to find something, but always ended up with empty hands. She knew that there was a truth somewhere hidden in the world. She knew she would find it. She started receiving letters that was going to change that. But what she didn't know was how broken she would be when she finally found it. How many broken blue balloons will there be when she has finally peace with her mind, peace with her own yellow paint. ~ Islamic romance story. I warn you for the grammar mistakes.