Bir gün olurda bir kelebek konarsa avuçlarının içine, ona dokun olurmu? Şanslısındır elbet. Çünkü o kelebek seni özenle seçmiştir. Fakat gideceğinide unutma. Onu hapsedersen ölür. Bırakırsan uçar gider. Sadece dokun. İncitmeden.. canını yakmadan. Bana davrandığın gibi davran ona. Belki küçücük bir on saniye.. belkide koca bir ömür. Sen ona iyi davranırsan o seni bırakmayacaktır. Ve asla gitmeyecektir. Bizi hatırlattıracaktır sana. Beynindeki silginin sildiği yıllarımızı, çekirdek ailemizi ve kızımızı..O kelebek seni bana geri getirecek sevgilim.

~DÜZENLENECEK!~ Hayatınızıda tek tutanağınız olan kardeşiniz öldürülseydi ne yapardınız? Bunun üstüne öldüren kişi üvey anneniz ve öz babanızsa eğer? Hepimizin bir geçmişi vardır. Kimilerininki diğerine göre daha kötü. Sürekli yüzleştiririz gerçeklerle. Arkasına bile bakmadan öz kızını yetimhaneye bırakan bir baba. Ve intikam peşinde koşan genç kız. Herşeyin bir telafisi vardır. Ya bu kez yoksa? İntikam planı karalamıştı gözünü genç kızın. Başına geleceklerden habersizdi... ~~~~~~~~ Islami kitaptır. Hatalarımı affedin. DÜZENLENECEK!

From the author of You, my Punishment and Have you..? 'Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn't possible have any direct correlation to one's happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possible work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, than you are going to do it. It's really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint.' I closed the page of my laptop and sighed. The things I've been reading were not helping me to have peace with myself. I looked in the corner of my room. It looked gorgeous. The blue balloon looked gorgeous. Blue stands for communication, for trust. For logic and for calm. Blue is thinking, light, sun, sky. But to me, blue has the worse inside. To me blue is cold. Blue has lack of emotion. Blue is unfriendly. It was never there for me. No one was. Blue looked gorgeous from the outside, but from the inside it was empty. Empty as my soul. Nila was having a battle inside of her. Her mind wasn't logical. Things never made sense. She was trying to find something, but always ended up with empty hands. She knew that there was a truth somewhere hidden in the world. She knew she would find it. She started receiving letters that was going to change that. But what she didn't know was how broken she would be when she finally found it. How many broken blue balloons will there be when she has finally peace with her mind, peace with her own yellow paint. ~ Islamic romance story. I warn you for the grammar mistakes.

[Previously known as 'Have you'] Have you ever felt so alone? Have you ever felt like they stabbed you in your back? Have you ever thought you were going to be a victim of rape? Have you ever felt like you can't even trust family? Have you ever thought that something good would come out of something bad? Have you ever thought you would have a cute little angel at this age? 'No, I haven't. I haven't before. But now I realized that you can't expect anything from life. Everything just comes and goes. You can't stop it. You can't change it. You will be tired, but in the end, it will only make you stronger. I didn't know that I would go through all of this. I never thought about the fact that I will have a baby when I was still so young. I didn't think he would do this to me. But it happened, and it will only make us stronger..' Manar was nineteen when she got pregnant. But she realized that she was in this alone. All alone. She was strong. She knew Allah was always there for her and when she saw the face of her little angel, she knew that it was going to be alright. After all, her faith in Allah was all what she still has and it helped her to stand on her feet when everything around her was pulling her down. The only aim of her life is to be there for her angel, for her little boy.. But there was one thing that kept her afraid and always running; the threatening notes she finds everyday.. Kamal is sick of the rich world. No one understands him. He doesn't want to run his dad's company.. He wants to live the life he wants and the way he imagined it. He doesn't trust anyone, and that's why he is always alone. He has a few friends, but that's it. But what happens when he meets the strongest girl he has ever seen, that was taking care of a child? He feels something he has never ever felt before. It felt weird yet good. It hurt him, it made him happy. But why? ~ Romance Islam

"I know that we will never be a real couple, but we can at least be nice to each other Aneel" I told him. I've had enough. Tears were starting to prick my eyes, but I didn't let them fall. He looked over at me in a weird expression. Like if I died in front of him, he wouldn't care. "You don't get it, do you?! I. will. never. love. you! I will never care for you. You wait, every day, for me to come home and have dinner with you like normal couples do- you are pathetic. You are nothing! Absolutely nothing to me. You are not even worth my words. You are a loser who has nobody- your parents? They are just like me. They knew that you were worthless and wanted to get rid of you" he said angrily. I was not angry at him. He was telling the truth. I'm nothing. Never was, never will. I nodded. He was right. He was so damn right. Sahra Ali is eighteen years old when she gets married. It was not a marriage out of love, no, she was forced into it. Shre grew up being abused. Her parents sold her for money. No parent would do that, so are her so called parents her real parents? She is trying to survive this marriage, because she believes in Allah and knows that He had a good reason that He gave her all these pain. Aneel Osman is a badboy who wants nothing to do with Islam. He was a muslim when he was younger, but when something bad happened, he blamed Allah for it. Deep inside he knows that it is wrong, but shoves that thought away. He began doing the things Allah prohibited. There was no one to hold onto or to pull him out. He kept falling and falling. And when he has to deal with that girl his parents wants him to marry, he is losing himself more and more. Read the description in the book for the fully version! This is a short draft! ~ Salaam guys, this story is edited! Almost everything has CHANGED and it is now a mature story. I like how it turned out. Thank you for all your support! It still contains small grammar mistakes. You have been warned:)