Junaina Ali. Muslim by name, anything but by actions. Living a life with everything she could possibly want in Dubai. Absent parents, not the nicest group of friends and being old enough to wander around without being questioned. What more could a girl like her need? Just, a slap back to reality. And a revelation of Light upon Light.

We all want our own 'happily ever after' and I was no different. I aspired to be like Khadija (ra), the wife of prophet Muhammad (saw) strong, faithful and caring for her husband. I wanted to be his everything, his rock, his shoulder to lean on and his best friend. I wanted someone who would complete my deen, love me unconditionally and care for me but up until then the only romance in my life would had to have been my relationship with ice cream. I wanted a love story that would move people to tears, that would be passionate and extraordinary. And boy did I get one...

She was in love with words she'd never spoken, places she'd never explored, people she'd never met, and a world that didn't exist. Yet, she didn't believe the truth he vocalized like lies. He despised every syllable she uttered, every place she marked with her soft steps, the people she tainted with her pure voice, and the world she imagined. Yet, he didn't know the secrets she hid behind her mesmerizing eyes. ****** The purest of hearts have endured the most pain. The kindest of souls have been wounded the greatest. The biggest of smiles have quivered the hardest. The quietest of eyes have cried the heaviest of tears. || A Wattpad Featured Story as of May 17th, 2018 ||

I walked down the white hallways filled with the smell of bleach and chlorine. The lights above were too bright, too luminescent. I can't think. I can't look straight. I can't breathe. Everything was blurry. I touched my cheeks and felt tears cascade down to my chin. My steps faltered. My heart wouldn't stop beating out of my chest. "I'm sorry Nouran." She had looked at me sadly, eyes filled with emptiness. No, no, no. What am I going to do? What am I going to tell him? Him. Izhar. I can't breathe.... Allah. •|#1 in Spiritual on February 20th, 2016 // March 26th, 2016 // May 20th, 2016 // June 25th, 2016 // July 3rd, 2016 // July 13th, 2016 // July 28th, 2016 // August 2nd, 2016 // August 13th, 2016 // December 28th, 2016 // January 21st, 2017 // January 27th, 2017 // March 23rd, 2017|• ||1 million reads as of May 12th, 2017|| ||2 million reads as of September 15th, 2018|| ||3 million reads as of July 15th, 2020|| ||A Wattpad Featured Story as of August 11th, 2017|| ||100K votes as of February 20th, 2018||

Everyone is given a choice in love. To take it seriously or not. To make it Halal, or Haram. Habibah, a twenty two years old Muslimah is being pressured by her mother to take her life into a completely new stage, that is marriage. Her mother pressures her to the extent that Habibah is almost engaged to her own childhood friend, to which, of course, she rebuke. Hence, her mother makes a deal with her that she shall find a husband before her twenty third birthday next month. Who could that man be? Will they ever get married? Pandalicious271© E.N.H

#1 in spiritual "You are mine!" He claimed, gazing at her deep hazel eyes intensely. "No, I was never yours."She countered, as a lone tear fell from her eyes. "You were and you are. I will not let you get married to anyone else and there will be only my name in your henna!" Daniyal smiled gandering at her delicate hands, which were soon going to be covered with henna, but with his name? "Aren't you happy that I am finally leaving your house! Please Daniyal! You know how much it took me to be okay after you broke our friendship! Then you came back again as if nothing happened?" Kinza Malak burst into tears. Her bottled up emotions exploded like a volcano abruptly! "I am sorry Kinza. I was a jerk back then; I spoilt everything. Please let me fulfil the promise, my dad made to your abbu," with that he walked away, hiding hurt and love in his emotionless eyes, leaving a shocking Kinza behind.