𝕺𝖓𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖆 𝖜𝖎𝖉𝖔𝖜🖤 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖆 𝖒𝖔𝖉𝖊𝖑😍 𝕿𝖜𝖔 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉𝖘 𝖆𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖞𝖊𝖙 𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖇𝖞 𝖆 𝖘𝖆𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝖔𝖓𝖉 𝖂𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖇𝖊 𝖊𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖌𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝖉𝖎𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖗 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖐𝖊𝖊𝖕 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒 𝖆𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙? ------- In the heart of Butterfly Valley, Turkey, Halima Nur's world shattered - not once, but again and again. First, she lost her husband. Then, her unborn child. And before she could even grieve, she was accused of an illicit relationship with her late husband's younger brother. Slandered. Shunned. Banished from her village. And then, forced into a marriage she never wanted. Now bound to Emir, a man she despises from the depths of her heart, Halima clings to the only hope she has left: divorce. They both agreed. This was just a formality. A way to end the disgrace. But feelings don't follow logic... and hearts rarely ask for permission. Somewhere between silence and survival, Emir's heart changed. He fell for the woman who had nothing left to give him... except her hate. Will Emir ever win Halima's heart? Can love grow in a marriage born from slander and sorrow? Or will this nikah be just another chapter in Halima's unending tragedy?

🏆 BARAKAH AWARDS Gold Winner For Best Plot. 🥇 🏆Petals & Pages Awards 2026 1st Best One Shot.🥇 🏆 Winner of first place Ummah Awards For best short story.🥇 🏆 Year End Mini Awards first Place Best. Islamic Fiction.🥇 •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• In a quiet, reflective moment, a soul reaches out to God not with anger, but with quiet confusion and a longing heart. Through fragmented thoughts and raw honesty, the narrator questions why God seems to care for others but not for them. As memories of pain, loneliness, and a desperate desire to be seen surface, the story gently explores faith, abandonment, and the aching beauty of wanting to be chosen too.

A young niqabi woman battles poverty, isolation, and the shadows of her past - armed with nothing but her faith, her books, and her whispered prayers for a future she can barely imagine. achievements: #1 in dua [oct. '25] #1 in overcoming [nov. '25] #1 in innerpeace [dec. '25] © authorruqs All rights reserved.

╰┈➤ ᴬˡʸᵃ ˢʰⁱᶠᵃ ˣ ᶻᵃⁱᵈ ᴵʳᶠᵃᵈ 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐞. ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚ "Want me to read to you?" he asked, voice barely above the hush of dawn. She nodded, nestling closer. He began, the words spilling into the room, wrapping around them like silk. "Wa min ayatihi an khalaqa lakum min anfusikum azwajan..." (And of His signs is that He created for you from yourselves mates that you may find tranquility in them...) Alya's lashes fluttered. She could have lived a thousand lifetimes right there. Each one spent simply listening to this. He finally closed the mushaf, looked over at her with eyes so gentle. "You look like your heart is somewhere else habibti" He teased, thumb brushing her cheek. "It's right here," she whispered. "With you. With Him." ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚ She didn't fall in love. She fell into silence. The kind that comes after you've cried so much, your tears forget how to fall. Then came Zaid. He didn't arrive like lightning. He arrived like the adhan-soft, calling, certain. He never looked too long, never said too much. Alya didn't believe in fairy tales. Not after the things she'd endured. She had every reason to run But when the proposal came, she said yes. Not because she was ready. Not because she wasn't scared. But because something about him felt safe. Not the kind of safe that promises no pain, but the kind that holds your hand through it. This isn't a story of falling in love. It's a story of choosing love. Of trusting Allah more than your fears. ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚

They say belief is suicide. They're not wrong. Where I come from, faith gets you a bullet in the head, a knock at the door that never ends well, or a name etched on a list you'll never live to see. Still, I believe. So does Basil, my only constant in a world stripped of everything soft. We've been hunted for years, slept under stone, eaten from dirt, prayed in secret, and watched good people vanish for whispering the wrong words. We've made it all these years with nothing but our prayers and each other. But then came the rumor about a sanctuary where the believers can live fearless. A lie, probably. A trap, almost definitely. Basil wanted to chase it anyway, because we owed it to ourselves, he said, and to the others who share our struggle. I went with him only because I couldn't bear to watch him go alone. I should've stopped him... But now it's too late. ❝Islam began as something strange, and it will return to being strange as it began, so give glad tidings to the strangers(Ghuraba).❞ ‹بَدَأَ الإِسْلاَمُ غَرِيبًا وَسَيَعُودُ كَمَا بَدَأَ غَرِيبًا فَطُوبَى لِلْغُرَبَاءِ› (Includes books one and two, in The Ghuraba Duology.)