Cristina has been different ever since she was born. She's always felt like a freak, even in the eyes of her best friend, Skyler. Stuck keeping her secret for years from everyone. But soon she's going to have to reveal her secret in order to find out the truth about her past and her parents.

rethought poems discovered in my right brain. They won't be quite the same as the original ones that were stolen. But here they are.

Brief explanation/reminder of the Qur'an

And as she stared at the items laid before her-a book, few pictures and a gold chain passed through her mother's ring-she found herself facing a dilemma. She wondered if she should mourn over what she had lost or if she should smile at how perfect her little family looked in those pictures. She was angry, enraged even, at how her life had turned out. Who would've thought that all these years she had been living a lie. All that she considered to be true had turned out to be false. Was that not enough of a reason for a person to lose all the trust they had in this world and its people? Or had she trusted the wrong entities all along? And had she trusted and believed with conviction in Him and only Him, the most Beneficent and the Most Merciful, maybe things would've turned out different than how they were now. At least, she wouldn't feel like her world had turned upside down, making her float in thin air with nothing there to act as a support for her. She wondered if she deserved all that life was throwing at her,. Couldn't it have been someone else in her place? Why did all this, had to happen to her? If only, for the sake of her sanity, someone had been there to tell her this, to reassure her; "...But they plan and Allah plans. And Allah is the best of planners." (8:30) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED © 2014 A. R. Qureshi Cover Credits: @Zammurad

As any good Wattpadder knows, there are many temptations in life. Trials. Tribulations. Tests by fire. But what if you were sidelined by the most dreaded of all temptations ever imaginable especially to a devoted Wattpadder? What would you do? Cave? Give in? Or would you be true? One reminder. This is a short story, so it ends with chapter 03. Thanks! ^.^

Find out what happens to 14 year old Aisha as she enters her high school life as a young muslim woman. Life will throw challenges at her but she will have to face and learn from them.

Seventeen year-old spirit medium Emily Chambers has a problem. Actually, she has several. As if seeing dead people isn't a big enough social disadvantage, she also has to contend with an escaped demon and a handsome ghost with a secret past. And then there's the question of her parentage. Being born an entire year after her father's death (yes, a year) and without the pale skin of other respectable English ladies, Emily is as much a mystery as the dead boy assigned to her. Jacob Beaufort's spirit has been unable to crossover since his death several months ago. It might have something to do with the fact he was murdered. Or it might not. All he knows is, he has been assigned by the Otherworld's administrators to a girl named Emily. A girl who can see and touch him. A girl who released a shape-shifting demon into the mortal realm. Together they must send the demon back before it wreaks havoc on London. It should be a simple assignment, but they soon learn there's nothing simple when a live girl and a dead boy fall in love. THE MEDIUM is the first book in the Emily Chambers Spirit Medium trilogy. Yes, that's *trilogy* - meaning not everything will be wrapped up nicely at the end of The Medium. There are 2 more books after it, both of which are published. Check out my website for details.

I write about New York - and everywhere else. This is a selection of what I call my "little bus stories." I write on the New York City Mass Transit Authority - also known as the MTA, also known as the bus and the subway. My first collection of stories is available at the NY Transit Museum Store, and online at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Create Space: "A Marshmallow on the Bus: A Collection of Stories Written on the MTA." My next collection will include many of these Wattpad stories, some new poetry, and, of course, my observation of daily life in the world's most exciting city - New York, New York. It's called "Prayer Beads on the Train: A Collection of Stories Written on the MTA," and it will be out this fall (2014). Thanks for reading my little bus stories! Look for updates and follow me - @nilesite. Anne Born

You call me up ...like a broken record. Saying that your heart hurt, Though you never get over him, getting over you! And you end up crying, and I end up lying Coz. I'm just a sucker for anything that you do.. And when the phone call finally Says thanks for being a friend I'm going in circle again and again I dedicate this song to you the one who never sees the truth that I can take awat your hurt, heartbreak girl... _----------_ And so the voice stops... it was like a dragging lulls.. Gusto kung bumangon... but.. I can't... I saw a man facing his back on me. I only saw his broad back and his white hair.... MAYBE He is handsome... Just like in the character of anime.. MY SOULMATE! One of professor said that "Your Soulmate, can't be your lovers "

Formerly known as 'An Islamic Love Story.'