"My sisters are being raped in Palestine! Innocent virgins are being raped in Palestine! Let say, it was your mother, sister, cousin, girlfriend, best friend or your favourite teachers? Now let's imagine that was YOU! Would you only care then? Now what if your sisters, best friends, cousins, brothers or teachers were murdered or bombed right in front of your eyes!How would you feel? You haven't stored a weapon in your house or anything but these people call you terrorists? These people killed your family? These people say they defending themselves? The world is more worried about the Fifa world cup? How would you feel?"

Safiyyah: An introvert found a friend. A special friend that understands her need to be quiet about most things.They formed a bond that seems to be unbreakable through silence and unspoken words. This special friend however needs to leave. How will she cope? Rayyan is a 3rd year Psychology exchange student from UK. He meets Safiyyah and stuck to her forming a special kind of friendship he never thought he could experience. Now, he has to leave . How will he cope?

She knew that her work wouldn't let her rest, Was aware that every day would be a test. It was her passion though, to see the last smiles, Although they haunted her for the longest of times. He was a wonder in this world, Possessed a heart of gold. His heart bled for every atrocity the ummah faced, His Soul shook every time an innocent was shot dead. She couldn't believe that he was hers, And he was on a mission to never see her in tears. She remembered this when a cry escaped its cage, And knew that he would love her even after his last breath.

No matter how close you are to them, there are certain things you just don't say. No matter how lonely you feel, there are certain people you just don't befriend. No matter how much you've fallen, there's always a guy you shouldn't give your heart to... Sadly for me, I learnt the last one only after I had gotten my heart broken. They say that you shouldn't look down upon anyone, or you will be put in their situation and made to experience the crisis. When I was fourteen, I had rolled my eyes at a girl who was sobbing histerically over a guy who liked her best friend. And I was probably paying the price for that now. However, I was trying my best to fit my feet in the shoes I had been given. I was trying and I was managing just fine. What I didn't need was a trouble maker who entered my life without permission. The guy who claimed to be bowled over by me, the one with a broken heart. Little did he know, I had entrusted myself to Al Malik, The Owner of me and my heart. And if he had to reach me, he had to do so by pleasing Allah. Which wasn't possible for a guy like him. Or so I thought.