#1 on keepstrong as of March 3rd, 2019 #6 on niqab as of October 30th, 2018 #19 in spiritual as of June 29th, 2016 Meet Sarah Kareem, 22 years old and an orphan. Tall, tan, and has big hazel eyes. A practicing Muslimah who has high faith in Allah. She has to face challenges in life that aren't normal to others. She has to live with the memories of the death of her family. Will she ever move on in life? Will she ever be able to get rid of the horrid memories? Meet Adam Ali, 24 and a billionaire. 6 foot 3 and forest green eyes. Never met his father, but loves his mother to bits and pieces. A practicing Muslim, who is in love with Islam. Although he seems to have a perfect life, deep inside he had scars. Scars that are hard to get rid of. Will Sarah and Adam ever move on? Will they continue having faith in Allah even after all that has happened? Stay tuned to find out!!

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.

#34 in Spiritual on 30/11/2016 #29 in Spiritual on 10/2/2018 Maahirah Furqaan; a seventeen year old teen. On her way to the senior year. She just wanted to graduate from Winters Academy with flying colors and get into great college... Aayan Aslam; a teenage sensation, a popstar...comes into Winter Academy, as a transfer student. He is handsome yet mysterious. The moment he walks into Maahirah's life...she finds herself in a tornado of secrets. Her long dead birthmother isn't really dead and she is living in Elton; a place far off. Will Maahirah survive coz she is the key to everything!? Will Aayan protect her in Elton after their marriage? To find about it.....just click the 'Start Reading' button!! Do it!!:) Copyright 2013©

"Shh."he whispers putting a finger to my lips. I looked down at his finger on my lips, and then into his eyes. He stared at my face, as if memorizing every pary of it. We looked into each others eyes, lost. He swallowed, and moved forward, kissing my forehead. I closed my eyes, as his lips touched my skin. His hand, lightly stroked my cheek, as he kissed my eyes. "A...Asher." i mumbled, when his lips grazed my cheek. He was tracing my lips again and agian with the back of his thumb, and i thought my heart would explode. "Hmm." He whispered, and his lips grazed my jaw line, making me inhale sharply. Cover credit goes to @ Bushra_Siddiqui!!

{ Highest Ranking 👉🏻 #1 in Spiritual/ Islamic love story } I felt hurt seeing him in pain, pain, which wasn't so obvious to him. // .... Emotions overwhelming my unfaithful heart, I told him, "Assalam Alaikum, Ammar... your hand..." And they came covering us, maybe he didn't hear me. We walked towards the car, my attention on his bruised hand. Before we entered I took the first aid box. He stood there, tall, eyes ~ deep enough to drown me. He made my heart mad and it shivered as I neared him. I saw him grin and he let out a chuckle, and I asked him, terrified but fearless, "Why are you laughing ?" He turned to give me a closer look, his cold eyes examining every detail of mine and finally he spoke in his heavy Emirati accent that blew my senses, with a smirk alongside. What attitude !!! "Am I the doctor or you ? -I gave him a sideways death glare- And I told him, "I'm your wife," He raised his eyebrow side ways and I raised mine sideways too. And he talked again, burning what remained of me, my ears curious to listen to him. He told me to get in the car bluntly. I denied !! This time I wasn't going to listen to him. And he stared at me - his eyes speaking a lot yet they were so quiet. I saw him take a sigh of defeat! He moved up to me, close... closer.... bridging the gap that let air pass between us. And my fragrance blended in his enchanting one. *Takes a deep breath*

Houssam Shaykh is living the dream. He is a big sought after basketball star who has his pick of teams, is recognized wherever he goes, makes millions per game, and gets to play his favorite sport for a living. He is even being called the 'Muslim Michael Jordan'. But he has a void that he can't seem to fill, no matter how many screaming fans chant his name. When he goes back home after a long season and decides to throw himself into volunteer work, will he find a shot at finding what he's seeking? Hana Ismail sees life through the lens of her camera. She loves to create memories for others to hold dear, but often wishes that she gets to experience them for herself. When she gets chosen to start a Masjid newspaper, and ends up doing a profile on none other than their very own celebrity, will she have a shot at her own happiness?

Zara Ahmed is your ordinary girl, or so she thinks. She wants nothing more than to make her parents proud and to just be happy, for once. She is focusing on her first year of university, and is keeping herself busy. She just wants to forget everything that happened earlier that year. How her life turned into a living hell. She just wants to live a normal, happy life. What she is not prepared for, however, is the return of Zaid Malik, the guy she had a crush on two years ago, and the guy who is her best friends' brother. And now her boss, too. She isn't prepared for Zaid to return and change her life, in a way she never thought was possible. He's got the whole package - dark brown hair, piercing brown eyes, beautiful lips, a swoon-worthy body... He has everything he needs, and doesn't need. He is every girls' dream guy. He is the CEO of The Malik Enterprises. They have both been hurt in the past. They both have secrets. What will happen when Zaid re-enters Zara's life? Will he be able to break the walls she has built around herself? And will Zara be able to break Zaid's cold, stone exterior? Will they be able to help each other?

COMPLETED ✔️✔️ Excerpt. *** "I won't bite. . .yet. . .I promise" He said with a teasing smirk. Walking in the rain didn't sound like a bad idea. Naima didn't want to sit in a car alone with him. As her luck was rare, the thunder clapped and she found herself racing into a practical stranger's car. That wasn't the plan. Naima looked at him weirdly. "Fine. . .but don't try anything funny." "You have my word. I won't try anything. . . funny, Habiba." She could have voiced her disapproval in his insistent need to call her Habiba. But there were much more bigger problems. *** Blurb. A bump in the high school hallway? Cliché. . .I know. But it did happen. And personally Naima hated clichés. She was clearly going to hate him too. But she didn't design life. No one did. And Tawfiq had a way of sneaking up into people's lives if he wanted. And he wanted to sneak into the one hijabi in his French class. Things start not to match up with what Naima knows and questions are raised. Everyone hides something from the world. . . Even stars hide behind clouds on a cloudy night. When the clouds move, will a beautiful starry night be seen or a dark sky with no stars? As the saying goes, Nothing is really truly hidden... Forget Disney and fairy tales. For this is a whole different tale. WARNING ‼️ ⚠️ You'll laugh with them. You'll cry with them. You'll hate some with a passion. You'll love some with the same passion. Started: September 2017. Ended: December 2018. Book 1 in The Secret Series

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