"It is your choice," he said, stepping so close to me that our lips were almost touching. "Either do what I say - or get another job." My heart stood still as I gazed up into his deep, dark, dangerous eyes... In a world where women's only role in life is to sit at home and look pretty, Lilly is determined to fight for her freedom. There's only one problem: a powerful man blocking her way.

"The best of you are those who are best to their wives..." Entry for Muslims_Ink short story contest.

Tonight, my love is the rain that fills the heart while it lasts and leaves sweet pain in its wake. Poems-- my way of clearing my mind. Highest Ranking: #3 in Poetry ~~~ 18 December 2016

My letters to my best friend whom I lost to cancer when we were thirteen. #3 in Non-fiction as on 25 July 2016

WINNER OF READERS CHOICE AWARDS 2020 (Historical Fiction) Stone hearts. Silver to gold. And the fierce need to prove oneself. [THIS STORY IS PENDING MAJOR EDITS TO CHARACTERS AND PLOTS]. Sequel: Silver Skies Highest ranks: #1 in Arabia || #3 in History || #51 in Assassin || #90 in Spiritual

Layla Hayat is many things; philanthropist, introvert, gymnast, bad drummer, prodigal daughter of a famous designer... ....Forgiving is not one of them. 6 years have passed since HE broke her heart. What on earth could have brought him back into her life? Azaan Malik is many things; Ambitious, Former class clown, Unapologetic flirt, Commitment-phobic, Food stealer... ....Quitter is not one of them. He wants to regain what he once lost: Layla's trust. Nothing will stop him from breaking down the walls she is determined to build around herself. WARNING: Slightly Mature Language. Some scenes may be disturbing.

Highest Ranking #192 in Mystery / Thriller (26.1.2018) It is the last day of summer, and I am walking under a blue prairie sky through the grounds of a medium-security prison in Prison, Turkey. It has been 18 years since I was raped, and I am on my way to meet my attacker. Everyone has asked me why I want to meet him. I tell them. "Because I'd like to meet the man I've been in a relationship with for my entire life." For myself, I want to even out the power imbalance between us, to sit across the table on my terms and look into his eyes. The meeting has been arranged by my therapist and also my husband and he has had several talks with the man, Kenan Ergenç, Known as the "Aga". He warns me about the Nirvana Outcome, which rarely happens and consists of the offender offering a heartfelt apology to his victims. I tell him that I am expecting no such thing. Finally, he enters, walking with a cane. We stand. He offers me his hand. "I'm Kenan. Nice to meet you." "I'm Melek. Nice to meet you again." It is the oddest thing to say. And yet it is true. In many ways the attack and being kidnapped taught me what I was made of, and for that, I am grateful. It is also not the first time we have met , we have lived together 18 Years Ago " Til Death Do Us Part... or Until I Escape" I spit on his face. " Try all you can angel face ,but at the end you will always be MINE and you will never escape from me" He smirked. _____________________ You grow up dreaming about your future, imagining the job and the family you will have. You decide which profession to choose, whom to marry, what to do with your life. But what if you don't have any choice? What if someone has already decided for you, and put their desires ahead of yours? Will you fight or accept your fate? A 28-year-old women tells us about a day when her dreams were taken away from her and replaced by nightmares. *CONTENT WARNING* Rape, violence , and abuse.

A collision of raw flaws inevitably divorce proximity between the innocent and the tainted. But will history straddle its suffice as means of fusing the differences mocking a faint decision, or will it just rot the bandaged hope fragile in heal? With anecdotal suffering and a naive heart, Aamirah's vulnerable mind swims in grey, blind to routes of light. Faith redundantly evokes that the environment has displaced the real him. The man whose childhood years were lived aside her's, hurts and lies. Yet, under the forced exterior, his heart still emanates the same warmth, red of foreign. And so the flare to her candle flickers away, vanishing, until it's a dark abyss and her mind befriends the potential; His potential. Their potential future. -- All rights reserved. This book is subject to copyright rules. You may NOT use and reproduce this book or any portion thereof without appropriate credit and written permission, nor can you use my ideas for your own work. In other words, PLEASE DO NOT COPY. This novel is entirely fictional, names and corresponding events are completely coincidental.

"What is royalty?" Real royalty is just a bloodline that probably inherits riches upon riches, head of state: giving yourself up and things about you for the sake of a place, a population of people that live in the land you take care of. Your the shepherd that has to keep this place peaceful... I had to give myself up.

Sabr is an Arabic/ Urdu word for patience. This story highlights the difficulties a women named Sahla faces being the only care taker and earner of the family. Sahla Phillips is 23 year old, practical minded lady. She has had a pretty busy life looking after her old parents. Complications arise like a storm when her fiancé rejects to marry her. She could have cared less if it wasn't for her family. But her life takes such a chaotic turn, where she finds herself tangled in a tumult with no escape. Being a brave lady that she is, she decides to face life with the best thing she has; Sabr.