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Abdulhameed: She's my dream girl. Fatima: He's always been my crush, every girl has a crush on him. Abdulhameed: I love her. Fatima: I love him. Abdulhameed: I'm doing it for my father. Fatima: I'm literally forced. Abdulhameed: But she still loves her ex. Fatima: But he still loves his ex wife. Abdulhameed: And its just two years marriage. Fatima: And its just two years marriage.

Editing! Cover done by: GollGappay 🥇First place in the 2018 Rahma Awards. Alhamdulillah.💖 °•○●°•○●°•○●°•○●°•○●°•○●°•○●°•○●°•○●°• They say that you are upon the religion of your friends. Suhaib couldn't agree more with that statement, as he witnessed the horrific scene in front of him. He had been a complete fool; he had thought that he would be a good influence to his so-called friends, yet he had been unaware of the danger that lurked in the future. As the time had passed, he had realised that they were harmful, but never had a situation like this cross his mind; never had he thought that he would experience such a heart wrenching sight. The cold breeze swept past him, that caused the hairs on his nape to rise. The wind howled as if grieving along with him for the loss he experienced. The leaves rustled in the vicious storm. The clouds poured down their burdens, mourning along with him. He stared down at the horrific site. Her body was cold and lifeless, sprawled upon the floor, like a discarded piece of insignificant trash. His heart pounded wildly in his chest - the pain he experienced was so raw, he felt as if his very own heart had been torn out and trampled upon multiple times. He knew the image of her lifeless body and horrified face would forever be imprinted in his memory, and no matter how many years would pass, the pain would forever be embedded in his heart. He slumped down beside her cold body. Tears streaked his face, his vision blurred, his heart felt as if it was snatched out of his body; leaving him barren and hollow. He looked down upon her body that was stained in scarlet; her face had been mercilessly bruised and cut. The only girl he ever loved so dearly stared at him with lifeless, horror-struck eyes, drowning in a pool of her own blood.

"She made broken look healed, And strong look invincible, She carried the Universe on her shoulders and made it look like a pair of wings." What if you wake up in a hospital bed not remembering anything that happened the night before? What if the horrors keep you sleepless for the next four years? Zeeniya Tahan hid perfectly behind the mask she crafted. Biker Kick boxer Footballer And a sarcastic girl boss. Stuck between three brothers and a best friend, she was finally coping with the hidden facts when the hurricane struck - in the form of a really good looking - I mean really good looking project partner. Nayal Siddiqi, your more than average knight in the shining armor, smart, hot - everything Zeeniya didn't need. But some times just the thought of a helping hand is all you need to get over the worst fears. And in her case, finding out what happened that night. If you need humor, sarcasm, crime and and romance all under one roof, you are in the right place.

Completed on May 29, 2020. ~ "Ap...." (You....) Muntaha couldn't utter anything else as Faris 'shh'ed her. He grabbed her by her shoulders and turned her around. Their eyes met in the mirror and they stood staring into each others eyes for what felt like eternity. Muntaha couldn't handle the heat of his gaze anymore and looked down shyly making Faris chuckle. He moved all her hair to one shoulder and tied the tassel at the back. He then saw the golden neclace lying on the table. He had noticed she never took it off, last night she was wearing this necklace even though she had taken off every other jewellery and makeup which made him hide a smile. He picked up the necklace from the table and tied it around her neck. She, who was continuously looking down with her chin touching her chest, looked up when she felt something cold touching her neck. Her eyes again met his and this time she didn't look down. Actually, she couldn't look down as his grey orbs held her green ones captive. Faris then took something out from his pocket and handed it to Muntaha. She looked at her hand in confusion and realised he put some money in her hand. She questioningly looked back at him who kissed her temple and said, "Apna sadqa de dena." (Give your sadqa.) Crimson tinted her cheeks as he left the room leaving his wife in a whirlwind of emotions. The air around her giggled at the mess of a girl who stared at her husband's back with haya surrounding her. ~ This is a story about an 18-year-old girl Muntaha Saleem trying to follow her dreams. She's managing her grades as a scholarship student of a prestigious medical college. She's a know-it-all with a shy but sweet personality. Throw in Faris bin Zayyad Khan, the male version of beauty with brains. He's handsome, he's smart and he knows that. What happens when the both- the alpha male and the not-so-confident wallflower- are tied together in a knot by fate? This is my first story. Give it a try! :)

In the silence of a forest, she meets a man who was never meant to be hers. But when fate turns cruel, he will stand between her and the Khalifa's wrath.

Highest rank #10 in spiritual "Take me home, please-" She requested him in a broken voice. Haani paused to look in her direction for a moment but she refused to meet his gaze. Nodding more to himself, he understood at once what she meant by home. Walking towards her side of the car he opened the door for her. Without a word she got out and started walking towards the house before Haani could clasp his large hand around her arm to stop her. She abrupty stopped and turned around to face him. Her face as blank as a stone sculpture yet to carve. "It's not safe here." He informed her with genuine concern. "Then where is it safe? With you?" ...... Famous artist Haani Fateen knows that nothing comes for free, you always have to set a bait to catch your fish. So, when he finds the source of inspiration to his art, he sets his game. Sanari Abdul knows one thing, men are enslaved to their desires. So, when she finds herself trapped in his games, she can't escape anymore.

Raised as a Christian, Samuel Maximus Jameson Junior felt a close bond with the religion his mother had introduced him to. After her tragic passing, he continued to adhere to the faith, but found himself being drawn to the mystery that was Islam. After his father's conversion to Islam, he found himself wanting to know more. Follow his story and learn how a young blue-haired boy became a force to reckon with in society. (Sam and other characters are derived from the series "The Dangers of Islam: The Terrorist." The series follows the lives of Muslims in America whom are labeled "terrorists" and how they deal with that label.)

FACETS # 2 | 1st Draft Yahya Firas burnt every day in the fire of destruction lit by his parents. Suffered. Survived. Armineh Zain Ahmed was given to a man in marriage for another in the name of reparation. Debts paid. Amends made. Their paths collide with a single decision meant for retribution which will alter the entire course of their lives. Genre: Drama, Spiritual, Romance. [This in NO WAY identifies Islam and but the errors of human ways.] Unedited

After Amani is caught with a boy in her room, her father sends her back to their home country to live with her aunt. While she waits for her father to take her back, Amani takes an interest in the handsome bakery boy who is loved by the entire town. She was supposed to find temporary entertainment in his company, not a love that would shift her entire perspective on the world around her.