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Once Upon A Muslim by XxXFayfayXxX
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Kayla's life changed as she became Muslim, saying the simple line of Shahadah: Ash-Hadu Ann Laa Ilaaha Illa Allah, Wa Ash-Hadu Anna Muhammadan Rasool Allah. She hopes that her family and friends will accept Islam as well, but things go wrong when her Catholic mother kicks her out of the house, leaving her to live on the streets where people can abuse her. Fortunately, Harun sees her one day, suffering in the cold, and offers to let her stay at his house, and Kayla instantly falls in love with Harun's family since they accepted her, unlike her own family. Gradually, Kayla's love is directed to Harun. But what if Harun doesn't love her back? (Please, give me a chance for my new book and click that orange button which is inches away! I know, I sound desperate.) Cover: @laughingwiththemoon_
Changing His Ways by So_Relatable
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What Umaymah was trying to do was make the bad boy good again. Free from crimes, his bad habits and come back to his religion. Things however, only gets complicated when you add in a marriage, a child and a blow from the past - all of which will either reach the pair a lesson or ensure that they lose everything they've worked for. Second book in the 'My Choice' series ❤️ Cover credits to @Cloudland
His Broken Soul by hanlovestowrite26
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[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?"