"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:)

Barakah Amal had escaped Nigeria shortly after the misfortune of encountering Jalal Jali as a teenager. Years since past and unbeknownst to her, she's reluctantly summoned back to wed the man who had ruined her life to protect her family. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

About a Nigerian Muslim girl whose parent moved to Canada. she found herself with American Muslims .She learns to adopt to her new life.

#5 in #spiritual 10 Nov, 2024 #1 in #muslim 12 Aug, 2021 #4 in #islam 29 May, 2021 #7 in #Allah 4 May, 2021 #8 in spiritual 15,16,17 September 2016 Thanks for stopping on my story! :D No, this is not a boy marries girl, girl marries boy cliché story... I promise there's more! I've put all my thought and skills to put before the wattpad audience the most misunderstood fact about muslim women in a marriage. The fact that it all ends with abuse and oppression on the women which leads to thinking that muslim women are being oppressed and enslaved in their religion. Afaaf Hameed never wanted a marriage because for all she knew, 'all men are the same', particularity Muslim men. They are all chauvinists. To her, romance, love, feeling butterflies in stomach was all fantasy in today's world and it only existed in the era of Prophets. But what happens when she has forced herself to marry Imran Ameen Khan for the sake of her mum. On the other hand, Imran is head over heels about being married to Afaaf. He has never met a woman more beautiful than her. He tries his best to let romance blossom between them. But little does he know that his beautiful wife has no feelings for him. What will the future of these two hold when their lives are tied together? Will they make it to 'Happily Ever After' or will their hearts split up? ***Not Edited***