|| HIGHEST RANK - #1 IN HIJABI ON 19/10/2019 || || HIGHEST RANK - #1 IN ISLAM ON 17/11/2019 || || HIGHEST RANK - #1 IN SPIRITUAL ON 7/12/2019 || || HIGHEST RANK - #1 IN SAHARA ON 7/12/2019 || || HIGHEST RANK - #1 IN MUSLIM ON 28/12/2019 || My name is Sahara, like the desert, middle name Lydia. I'm an ordinary and simple 18 years old Muslim girl who is very proud of my religion, came from a family of three. I work at a cafe downtown to help my mother in supporting our lives while my sister, Jameela is a wild and rebellious teenager who has the point of giving up on life after our father left us a few years ago. His name is Hunter Gerard. He is the gang leader, the mafia, the bully and the jerk. Everyone respects him and he got nothing to lose. He has nothing to care or love for. He never loved anyone or anything in his entire life. He has a dangerous bad boy look and piercing eyes that can kill. The dragon tattoo was tattooed on his neck as a signature of his top feared gang called 'The Red Dragon'. He is cold, dangerous, tall, muscular and strong. His undisputed good looks and perfect build can make every single girl that walks past him melt like popsicle on the Fourth of July but one... I'm not the type of girl that will fall easily under his dirty spell. We encountered, we fought, we hated and insulted each other like cats and dogs during the first few meetings. Not long after, things begin to change when he started showing interest in me. Are you kidding me? The cold and heartless gang leader would fall for a hijabi like me? That's just madness!? What could possibly happen when a beautiful and decent young Muslim girl encounters a hunky, tattooed gang leader of the town? Their meeting takes a wrong turn when her fists landed on his face on that one unforgettable night. Will they make amends? Are they destined to be enemies or to end up together? Read my piece of work here and find out! || STARTED - 11th OCTOBER 2019 ( ON GOING ) ||

"Are you sure you're there to make peace?" I questioned him. He gave me a confusion look. "Excuse me?" he asked with annoyance in his voice. "If you're there to make PEACE then why thousand of innocent people die.... Women, Children" I said this time I raised my voice, I was really angry. "Everyone knows that Palestine is safe now" he said.By the look on his face he was angry. "Thats what the media wants us to believe, I have one question, if thats ok" I questioned him, he nodded his head and said "Sure go ahead". "Have you ever been in Palestine?" I questioned, he shook his head as no. Silence filled the room, it was death silence, until I decided to break it. "Then dont tell me that Palestine is safe or its in peace, We may own the name Palestine but we do not own the land because of your country." I shout out last part,with that I grabbed my bag and my notes and headed towards the exit until I heard him speak again. "I will not discuss that with you in here" he said. I shook my head in disbelief and walk out the conference room. Rana Kaya 20 years old, half Turkish and half Palestinian girl who witnessed her mother's death, she was only eight years old when she saw her mother hanged herself before her eyes. Now 12 years past, almost every night she has night mares about her mother suicide,cant forget or forgive her past. One day she meets David Stasi 25 year old lawyer and Israeli representatives nephew. They instantly hate each other, but little do they know they are falling for each other.

"Will you marry me?", he asked but i didn't dare to look up at his face. How can a man wants to marry a messed up girl like me? After knowing my dark past and knowing what i have been through. How? Was it possible? Why out of so many he chose me? Was I worth to be his wife? What about his family, what would they think of me? One thing came to my mind with a full force, was I ready? ------------- Romaisa, 22 and Orphan was living with her foster parents since her parents were murdered when she was only 2. Despite the hardships, hurdles and bad days she was a good muslim. ALWAYS believe in ALLAH. Untill one day, on her 22nd birthday her foster parents decided to get her married and as obedient as she was, without any arguments, she accepted the offer and got married but little does she knew that it was not an actual marriage but she was being sold. There would be ups and downs. How would romaisa manage to live? Would she be able to survive? Read it out to know.