▶HIGHEST RANKS TILL NOW: #6, #9 and #10◀ "She took my hand and placed it on her abdomen , she then shook her head gesturing that she had lost it , her very first child. Tears were streaming down her face and my eyes were also blurry by now. She didn't know how badly I wanted to comfort her , to hug and kiss her. At this moment , I realized that I couldn't see her in pain because I loved her a lot. I couldn't help and in one swift motion I engulfed her in my arms in a bone crashing hug." The Humayun Hussain, a workaholic and the CEO of The Hussain Industries who also loves to spend quality time with his family. He is a self-made man who is bestowed with all the luxuries that are desired. Highly respectable background, money, wealth, fame, respect, good looks and a stylish girlfriend. But somethings in life cannot​ be bought by money. True love and inner peace. What happens when a girl enters The Hussain Industries? Then his room, his life, his house and his heart... Will she succeed in changing him in a better way and draw him closer to the Lord ALLAH? Find out in An Undreamed Marriage... Cover credits: JapaneseSunshine

|• H i g h e s t R a n k i n g #1 in Spiritual •| They didn't agree on much. In fact, they didn't agree on anything. They fought all the time and challenged each other every day. But despite their differences, they had one important thing in common. They were crazy about each other. "I thought you said, I wasn't your type. What changed?" The guy is unbelievable. "Well, that was a year ago. People change," he whispers the last part. He leans closer to my face and his dark green eyes meet mine. "You're not like the others. You're different in a good way." "Too little, too late, and a little too wrong. You're my boss and I'm your maid, to be more specific, your Muslim Maid. So don't fool me, because to you, I'm just a game, Mr. James." With that, I walked away from him. James Madison is the boss, who has everything he wants. He is careless. He never apologizes for his mistakes. But his world changes When he meets his Muslim Maid. Jasmine Jamal is his maid. A Muslim. Her parents died a long time ago. She lives with her uncle. She has one brother who she cares about. She doesn't want to fall in love or believe any of that. All she wants, is to support her little brother, but her life becomes worse when she meets James, her boss.

Seventeen year old Zainub Ahmed is a normal Muslim girl. She goes to school, she has friends,she fasts, pretty normal right? Well, Zainub's life completely changes when a young man asked her patents if he could marry her. Who is this man? Why does he want to marry Zainub? Find out in Perks of Being a Hijabi.

As a Muslim girl, marriage is one of Safia's biggest dreams. All her life she kept herself pure for her faith and her future husband. Although having never had experienced love, and occasionally doubting whether she will, Safia feels herself growing impatient being single. She then sends her family to search for 'the one.' Trusting her family, she decides to say yes to the first person her family finds for her. She believes she will get married and face all her problems with her husband by her side. Is it really as simple as that? Yusuf feels a void in his heart. He tries to deny it, but he knows his mother's not proud of him. He knows she wishes he could be a little more modern like his brother. He wanted his family to find him a wife while he could focus on his deen (faith), but his idea of a wife clashes with his mother's. Seeing that his family were struggling to find him someone he likes, he decides to take matters into his own hands. But is he rushing into decisions without thinking?

This very short poem is written for those who have lost and suffered through their lives and is just a reminder that their are people out there fighting til the very end in the holy grounds of Palestine as well as the many other Arab countries accompanying this horrific crisis. And remember Allah tests the ones whom he loves the most with the most severe of events. I think these sacrifices they direct to Allah alone deserve much more luxury than all of ours combined.

[Previously known as 'Have you'] Have you ever felt so alone? Have you ever felt like they stabbed you in your back? Have you ever thought you were going to be a victim of rape? Have you ever felt like you can't even trust family? Have you ever thought that something good would come out of something bad? Have you ever thought you would have a cute little angel at this age? 'No, I haven't. I haven't before. But now I realized that you can't expect anything from life. Everything just comes and goes. You can't stop it. You can't change it. You will be tired, but in the end, it will only make you stronger. I didn't know that I would go through all of this. I never thought about the fact that I will have a baby when I was still so young. I didn't think he would do this to me. But it happened, and it will only make us stronger..' Manar was nineteen when she got pregnant. But she realized that she was in this alone. All alone. She was strong. She knew Allah was always there for her and when she saw the face of her little angel, she knew that it was going to be alright. After all, her faith in Allah was all what she still has and it helped her to stand on her feet when everything around her was pulling her down. The only aim of her life is to be there for her angel, for her little boy.. But there was one thing that kept her afraid and always running; the threatening notes she finds everyday.. Kamal is sick of the rich world. No one understands him. He doesn't want to run his dad's company.. He wants to live the life he wants and the way he imagined it. He doesn't trust anyone, and that's why he is always alone. He has a few friends, but that's it. But what happens when he meets the strongest girl he has ever seen, that was taking care of a child? He feels something he has never ever felt before. It felt weird yet good. It hurt him, it made him happy. But why? ~ Romance Islam

From the author of You, my Punishment and Have you..? 'Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn't possible have any direct correlation to one's happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possible work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, than you are going to do it. It's really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint.' I closed the page of my laptop and sighed. The things I've been reading were not helping me to have peace with myself. I looked in the corner of my room. It looked gorgeous. The blue balloon looked gorgeous. Blue stands for communication, for trust. For logic and for calm. Blue is thinking, light, sun, sky. But to me, blue has the worse inside. To me blue is cold. Blue has lack of emotion. Blue is unfriendly. It was never there for me. No one was. Blue looked gorgeous from the outside, but from the inside it was empty. Empty as my soul. Nila was having a battle inside of her. Her mind wasn't logical. Things never made sense. She was trying to find something, but always ended up with empty hands. She knew that there was a truth somewhere hidden in the world. She knew she would find it. She started receiving letters that was going to change that. But what she didn't know was how broken she would be when she finally found it. How many broken blue balloons will there be when she has finally peace with her mind, peace with her own yellow paint. ~ Islamic romance story. I warn you for the grammar mistakes.

{Completed} My name is Miracle. I got that name when I was fourteen. I can't remember my family. I can't remember my friends. I can't remember anything from the past. Do I even have a past? Where was I born? Who are my parents? What did I like? Did I prefer dresses or sweaters? Was I a girly-girl or a tomboy? I lost everything the moment I came forcefully here. I didn't ask for this nor did I would want it. I came here to loose myself. I came here, because I got kidnapped. Everything I had known, everything I had forgotten came up to surface and tried to swim when he came into my life. He, the one who saved me.. ~ This story is so much more different than my previous ones. This is too emotional and extreme. Its about two people meeting each other in the worse circumstance. Two people who are trying to save each other by loosing themselves. Its still Islamic of course, but that will appear later in the story. If you don't like grammar mistakes, then this story is nothing for you. You have been warned. Also contains it scary parts which could make you cry, so if you can't handle that, then don't read it. Romance. GENERAL DISCLAIMER ABOUT MY WORKS: I write about the things that people don't want to think about. I write about the things that people are turning away from when its mentioned. I write about the things no one warned you about because in their eyes its a taboo to even think of it. I write about atheists, rape, forced marriages- all of the darkest side of life. If you don't like that, then this account is nothing for you.

Reached #6 in spiritual in (3/2/15) Sometimes it's not that two people aren't right for each other. It's more like the timing wasn't right. Fatima Mansur is 17 years old girl who is smart and alone. Her dad raped a women 18 years ago and that woman was Fatima's mom. she died when Fatima was only 3 years old, Now Fatima's life is.................................... You can't describe it that's how bad it is. She Lives with her evil step-mom and her daughters. They beat her up everyday and her dad doesn't care about anything. She never had a choice . But what happens when this horrible family lose their business and a young wealthy man wanted to marry one of their daughters and on the wedding day then one he wanted to marry run away with unknown guy. Now Fatima is forced to marry this stranger. Meet Yameen Khalid a 20 years old. A drug addicted. Who only cares about money. His father is a wealthy man and he want his son to get married with one person in particular. But Yameen DON'T WANT to get married. Even if dose he's only doing it for the money. What will she do? Will she have a choice? What about her dad? Will Yameen overcome the issue of his drug addict? How will treat Fatima?