Labeebah Sheriff, known as 'BeebahShe' in the south and simply 'Beebah' in the north is your girl-next-door actress, likes to hide indoors but has enough vanity to see herself grace the screens. When tragedy strikes, Labeebah isn't surprised because to her, what could be more tragic that having an unsupportive partner? So she plunges herself harder into her work and leaves him to his antics. But how does she deal when she ends up in a wheelchair and has only her thoughts for company? What will she do? How will she even let light come back to her life? Misfortunate is Labeebah's fate. ***** The writing is beautiful and flows effortlessly well, I love the main character and this is one book I look forward to reading every chapter of. ****Halima Aliyu; author Flawed Souls****

Highest ranking #6 in spiritual on 20/12/17 **** Nobody is perfect. Every individual has certain habits they are not proud of and would love to get rid of. Some would be lucky to overpower Shaitan and succeed in getting rid of the bad habits, especially the major ones. This is the story of how Hameedah, a teen that--at the beginning--generally only cares about worldly pleasures, strives to get rid of her own bad habits in order to hopefully secure a good Akhirah.

He squeezed my hands and said "It's all my fault Hanina, if only I had checked those papers before I signed them, all this problems wouldn't have cropped up. I blindly trusted my stepbrother, and he turned out to be the one to stab me in the back" *•*•*•*•* It all started when their father was having financial problems and their so called big world turned to a small world. Follow Meenah and Neenah in their story to get to know how the managed to live a poor life after being born with a sliver spoon in their mouth. Guys, guys....I know lame summary right. But insha Allah the story will be a good piece. Highest ranking #2 Africanwriters ◼️⬛️◾️▪️

The story of Aseel Yuhannis, a girl haunted by the consequences of her father's past. Raised by a father that was once affluent and a broken mother, Aseel navigates through the struggles of destitution, sacrifice, politics and love.

The lives of two unsuspecting people are brought together by the strings of destiny. They are two different people from two different worlds. While one was brought up in a lavish home,the other had to strive to make a living. This is a story that people don't write often about. It's always the reverse. A story of a wealthy girl falling in love with a boy who could not offer her anything. **A Fashion Fairytale✨🌠

"But I'm your-" "I'm your what?!" He cut her off. She flinched at the acidity in his voice. "My wife?" He scoffed inching in on her until he was arms length. His eyes bored into the depths of her soul. He slurred the words with venom dripping from his tone. "You're only a signed contract, nothing more!" * * * "What's that shit doing on your face? you better remove it! you can't be walking on the streets of Chicago wearing that, this isn't your filthy Pakistan!" he ruthlessly spoke with disgust. "You mean my veil?" She questioned with fear placing a hand on her Niqab. "If it isn't obvious" "Please, don't call it that, it's my veil, my identity" "I'm sorry what?" "I can't remove it Saahir, p-please don't make me do this, its a part of me" she begged on the verge of tears. "I said take it off!" He yelled in a deep menacing voice and pulled it off her face throwing it mercilessly on the floor. Fresh tears pooled from her eyes Frustration built through him. He grabbed her shoulder and forcefully dragged her pushing her onto the floor. The floor hit Meeza harder than she had expected. "Oww" she yowled as the pain shot through her shoulder. Highest rank #1 IN SPIRITUAL Always in the top 15 Alhamdulillah #notyouraverageclichèbook. First published on 4th February 2018

Abdulhameed: She's my dream girl. Fatima: He's always been my crush, every girl has a crush on him. Abdulhameed: I love her. Fatima: I love him. Abdulhameed: I'm doing it for my father. Fatima: I'm literally forced. Abdulhameed: But she still loves her ex. Fatima: But he still loves his ex wife. Abdulhameed: And its just two years marriage. Fatima: And its just two years marriage.

[My stories do NOT represent Islam, they represent most Muslims nowadays] ~~~~ "So I can't be this close to you?" Brody softly asked, pretending he didn't know the rules of my religion. "THEN LEAVE", he added pointing towards the door. And that's when it hit me, it wasn't him who was holding me there.. it was my own body that was craving for his touch. "LEAVE!", Brody shouted. I was looking at him, not moving any part of my body. He grabbed my waist with both hands, pulled me closer to him until our bodies touched. "You have no idea how many times I've dreamt of this moment", Brody whispered. ~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~ She is; Kind Caring Intelligent Helpful And Muslim He is; A bully A jerk Annoying Cocky And is unsure about his believes He used to bully her, she used to hate him... But what will happen when they get paired up with eachother for their project? And will one of them develop feelings for one another? Read and find out. •Also, this story involves religions like Islam but that doesn't mean that the characters in this story are perfect.. We all make mistakes• And Allah (Subhana Wa'Tahala) is the best of planners. [Holy Quran 8:30] Highest ranking: #1 [multiple times]

Join me as I tell you the story of the timid and naive Safaa.. And how her moderate life took a turn within a blink of an eye...

#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.