Being a high school Muslim hijabi was already a lot to deal with but add a crazy life and it gets all too messy. Trust me Malak is a badass girl that doesn't take shit from nobody but there was only one person who got under her skin. Amir Khalid. Wherever she went they would always butt heads. She despised him and his fancy clothing and overly dramatic spending. Even though he was the only male Muslim in her school she figured she would never ever care for him as he frequently ignored her ever being unless he tortures her. She just knew that she would NEVER be interested.

[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?"

Highest ranking, #1 in spiritual ( 10/7/2016 ) until ( 5/ 9/ 2016 ). How can you fix something that's already been broken, several times? I am damaged, used and repulsive... I am nothing, just simply unfixable. Or at least that's what people told me. I've kept to myself for a long time now until I met someone who is just as unfixable as me. I am Layla and this is my story. * Layla Joseph and Adam Hayek cross paths at the most unexpected time. They make a deal, they decide to get married for their own selfish reasons. Put two strangers in one house and see what happens... one of them is a first class bipolar asshole who has no faith left, while the other one is a sweet, fragile girl with baggage in the form of a little angel, who happens to be strengthening her faith. Both are broken... unfixable they say and both have a past that haunts them. A marriage of convenience is what they had in mind... But will there be more or will they let their pasts get in the middle and drive them away from each other, leaving them yet again unfixable? ******* Romance/Spiritual Warning! This book will most probably contain mature language at some point. This book is not meant to be preaching about islam, rather its a book about characters who happen to be muslims struggling with their faith and life. It's a FICTIONAL book, my imagination did the work for me. Anything else could be a coincidence. I DONT OWN ANY OF THE PHOTOS USED IN THIS BOOK. I'm not a perfect Muslimah and this book isn't a perfect Islamic book either. Please have an open mind when you read this book. Thank you.

This character is from this book: HIS BROKEN SOUL. You don't have to read that one to understand this one. **** Zach is a heir to his fathers extremely wealthy company. He's respected and loathed but he not really interested in his fathers business or the money. He's immature, irresponsible, and unprofessional, well at least, that's how his father sees it. Zach doesn't really understand the boring business, but want to strive. His dad hopes that Zach has the tiniest amount of potential because then he hires a professional who happens to just happens to be up tight Amira. Amira is known as professional, responsible and basically opposite of what Zach is. She's independent and has everything in check. She does her job well and doesn't like messing up. But this time she's hired as almost a babysitter of a rich heir and is annoyed she even came. How will these two be able to work together spite their hatred for each other and differences? What happens when cool guy Zach doesn't cooperate? How will she be able to make a difference? ***** "I'm tired. I feel like sleeping. Goodbye." Zach sighed, got up, and began leaving his office. I grab the collar of his fancy suit and nudge him backwards. I didn't come here in these killer heals to deal with this little kid who was older than me. "No Mr. Zach. We are going to finish this up." Zach huffed. "I'm too handsome for this shit." He whispered under his breath. Zach then turned and glared at me,Eyes narrowing. I felt a little scared but I glared back. We kept glaring at each other until he sighed and averted his eyes. He strode to his chair and sat down, crossing his hands on the table. "What is there more to do Mrs. Uptight and Boring?" He then gave me a wink. I'm going to kill him.