. . . [Highest rank :- #8 in hotlist as of 19-01-2018] [ Featured in the wattpad block party 2017 - winter edition] [ First place winner of the Fiction Awards 2018 ] [ Sub Genres : spiritual, romance, action, mystery/thriller and humour ] . . . ❝ "the stars, the moon, the sun, they don't change. why is it that we do?" "do the stars, the moon, the sun, live in us?" "no, they don't." "however, there are some people who they choose to live in. because they're just too miraculous. and it's those people who don't change." "do you know of any such people?" "didn't know until now. but i found one. and i'm willing to be her dark sky." ❞ . . . Afra Aazeen wishes to get her name enrolled in the Scientific Technology Valley, Dhahran which happens to be one of the leading aeronautical universities of the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. Her dreams require more than just her abilities to stand up against the society's barren and narrow minds. It gets even more challenging when her parents are Christians and she is a revert, trying to hold onto her new faith while adjusting her lifestyle according to the new principles. Just like any hurdle that pops up without a prior warning, her life takes a twist for the worst. Leaving her hanging at a cliff with obstacles worser than death itself.

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#6 in Romance 14/04/2017 Tunda take bata taba ganin mugun mutum marar kunya irin Zaid Abdurrahman ba. Ta so ta juya amma ganin su Maami yasa ta fasa ta shigo falon ta gaishe su sama-sama don tare suke da yayanta Saadiq. Har ma yana tambayarta "Ummu A. da fatan dai wadannan basu baki wahala a wurin aikin?" Murmushi tayi har sai da kumatunta ya loba sannan tace "Mutanen da suka bini har da roko saboda na musu aiki ba sau daya ba ba sau biyu ba, ai kaga bazasuyi garajen bani wahala ba, don haka ina aikina cikin kwanciyar hankali with full amenities. Ko ba haka ba?" Ta fada cikin dai murmushinta hade da harde hannayenta saman kirjinta. Idanunsa ya zuba mata tamkar mai karantar duk wani motsi da ruhinta yakeyi, "Saadiq, dole mu kula da Adiyya, saboda ko ba komai ta san yanda take amfani da kwakwalwarta, she's very smart." Ya kare maganarsa cikin murmushi. Tsumewa tayi hade da aika masa kallon banza, "Dole kace kuna kula da Adiyya, banda dan karan wuyar da kuke bani me kuke yi? kullum nayi aiki sai an kwakulo kuskure a ciki, ko me ya kaishi daukana aikin ma tun farko oho." Barin falon tayi zuwa kicin inda tayi zamanta a can taci abincinta. Bata sake bi ta kan falon ba bare ta san lokacin tafiyarsa. Tana kwance kan gado sai aikin sake-sake takeyi abu daya ke yawo a kwakwalwarta, kuma hanya dayace da zata bi don magance wannan damuwar- itace ta bar aiki a AZ IT consultants. A karo na uku! Ko su kadai suke daukan ma'aikatan da suka karanta fagenta ta yafe wannan aikin da irin ukubar da take shiga kullum wayewar gari, "To ma wai aikin dole ne?" Ummu Adiyya ta tambayi kanta, ba tare da sanin dalili ba ta samu kanta tana tsiyayar hawaye. "Duk harda laifin Abba ma yaya za ayi bayan na fada masa komai kuma yace na ci gaba da aiki dasu?" ******

Disclaimer ***Before you start, this book is now just a preview, don't ask about the rest of the book. It will be available in prints in sha Allah. Not on wattpad*** Scrolling down her phone, Zeena was reading her message log, when suddenly she stopped at a particular one that sent her heart racing, sending shivers down her spine. She almost dropped the phone. Not that she'd not seen odd messages before but this one, in particular, brought her world crashing; because she'd never seen this message before, how would it be that she was the person that sent it? How could she not remember ever writing this message? The words, the contents all didn't make sense. Her head started spinning and she felt light headed, her knees became weak like melted rubber. Before she knew what was happening she felt herself collapsing...

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?

{ 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*

~Winner of The Praise Worth Awards~ When the Sweet, Confident and people's person Airab Haroon, done M.Phil. in PR and Advertising, is married to the feisty and young Elza Ali who is 18 years only. How will she welcome his love, his passion? Will he exceptionally rule out the heart of his forced bride like he remarkably runs his own Advertising agency? Or she is already his but he is unable to recognize the fact? Later, what would happen if someone try to separate them using abstract forces? Welcome to The celestial love Story of Elza and Airab Haroon! Some Chapters are Private... You need to Follow me to read them.

All female Muslims are considered Muslimahs. But not all of our Muslimahs have knowledge on many important things that should be known. This book is a guide to help all the women that partake in our sisterhood, and just a guide of advice you may need to become a strong and better believer of Islam. ©muslimbeliefs 2015-2016

Bismillah Rabbi zidnee Ilman "My Lord! Increase me in my knowledge" Assalamualikum brothers & sisters 7 Tips What To Do If you're Conscientious Muslim Want To Get Married but is still Single. It IS A hard position to be in. You want to connect with someone at the deepest level of intimacy spiritually, physically, intellectually and emotionally. And yet, because of your decision to try your best to stick to the guidelines God has revealed for intimacy, you're still single and possibly lonely. So, what do you do? Read this book to know about everything

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