#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.

(The official SPIN-OFF of UNKNOWINGLY HIS) "Why have you kidnapped me"?She asked, her lips wobbling,feeling like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. "Don't put it that way, please!" "Then how do you want me to put it, if this isn't kidnapping?!"She yelled at him, fuming in anger as she stood up from the bed. * "Ms.Mehek, please.."He called, taking long strides towards her. "Dont come near me!"She yelled and started throwing the things at him which were kept at the bed side table, while he dodged them easily. "Dont come near me, you make me disgusted with myself. You are a non-mehram." She pushed him with full force and he stumbled back. "Then get ready for the Nikah!"He said, calmly after a long moment of silence and dashed out of the room.

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?

''Marriage isn't easy especially when it's arranged and you hardly know the guy.'' 23-year-old Zara, a modest and virtuous Muslimah, has finally accepted a marriage proposal and is ready to share her life and love with her husband. But what happens when he is broody, stiff and ignores her most of the time? Is it possible to make her own husband fall in love with her or will Zara become a victim of unrequited love? #WATTYSWINNER2014

In a religious, traditional and loving Muslim family, there lived a girl with loud and different opinions of her own. Unlike the other girls, Mahra believes in transforming her dreams into reality. She is the first independent woman in her 'Arab' family. For a young girl like herself, she goes through a lot of trouble to achieve what she wishes in her life and for her precious Job. Just when she thinks life's going on perfectly, steps in a man who ruins everything that she's built from all these years. Despite all the hatred she holds in her heart for him, somehow fate brings them both together. A beautiful tale of an unfulfilled love story, that is both enchanting and mesmerizing.

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.

*Sequel to a Muslim's Romantic Journey. Best to read that first... - Life has been pretty great for the past few years. Despite not having children of their own, Hamza and Amy feel content sharing a house with Safia's family. They adore Adam and Maria and can't go a day without seeing them. But when Yusuf and Safia finally decide to move, things begin to go wrong. Now the house is empty and the yearning for children is increasing in Amy. It's been so many years, what's wrong with her? It's no secret that Hamza dotes over Amy and he's happy with his life. But when Amy's behaviour begins changing, Hamza's at a loss as to what he should do. However, the absence of a baby is a small test in comparison to what they're about to face...

Alhamdulillah there are so many things to be thankful for in this world, and when things get a little bit too tough, I like to remember them. There are so many things, that even if you carried around a notebook for the rest of your life, you wouldn't be able to write down every single thing that we have to give thanks about. So InshaAllah I am going to be posting (InshaAllah daily!) a list of things to be thankful for. Also, I keep getting challenged to do the whole "Random Facts About Me" thing, and at first I wasn't going to, but when I got like ten different messages, I decided to. So the first part will be things about me....that I'm thankful for :P

[Reached #1 in Spiritual] He stands there tall, but not the same man I saw yesterday. This man had his shoulders slouched, he was heaving up and down. Not strong and confident as his usual self. His back was to me but he was facing the large office wall that's made out of glass. He leaned closer to the glass and put his head against it. His right hand joined and the glass started fogging. His breathing slowly blurring out the lively New York City. "Mr. Saleh?" I Whispered. He sighs heavily and turns around. I was shocked. His eyes were puffy and red. A fresh tear was slowly making its way down his cheek. He cleared his throat and clenched his jaw. "What?"