I walked down the white hallways filled with the smell of bleach and chlorine. The lights above were too bright, too luminescent. I can't think. I can't look straight. I can't breathe. Everything was blurry. I touched my cheeks and felt tears cascade down to my chin. My steps faltered. My heart wouldn't stop beating out of my chest. "I'm sorry Nouran." She had looked at me sadly, eyes filled with emptiness. No, no, no. What am I going to do? What am I going to tell him? Him. Izhar. I can't breathe.... Allah. •|#1 in Spiritual on February 20th, 2016 // March 26th, 2016 // May 20th, 2016 // June 25th, 2016 // July 3rd, 2016 // July 13th, 2016 // July 28th, 2016 // August 2nd, 2016 // August 13th, 2016 // December 28th, 2016 // January 21st, 2017 // January 27th, 2017 // March 23rd, 2017|• ||1 million reads as of May 12th, 2017|| ||2 million reads as of September 15th, 2018|| ||3 million reads as of July 15th, 2020|| ||A Wattpad Featured Story as of August 11th, 2017|| ||100K votes as of February 20th, 2018||

Summer, sunshine, and a lovely beach...Lilly couldn't have asked for a better way to relax during her pregnancy together with her hot billionaire husband. Except maybe for the little problem of them being shipwrecked. No water. No supplies. No hope of rescue. Now it is Mr and Mrs Ambrose against the jungle. All that is missing is a sinister plot and some bloodthirsty pirates... The 8th volume of Robert Thier's "Storm and Silence" series.

Amy Weston had expected many things when starting her investigation into an underground slave smuggling ring. Being mistaken for a duke's fiancée by his own mother was not one of them. Now she has to fend off not only gangsters, but also etiquette teachers intent on teaching her how to be a proper lady. Yet surely, that won't last long. After all, it's only a misunderstanding, right?

Bismillah Rabbi zidnee Ilman "My Lord! Increase me in my knowledge" Assalamu alaykum warehmatullaahiwabatakatuhu everyone. The best prayer after obligatory prayers is the night prayer. Allah descends to the lowest portion of the heaven in the last third of the night, and asks if there is anyone supplicating, so that He may respond to this supplication, and if there is anyone is asking for something so that He may grant it to him, and if there is anyone seeking forgiveness so that He may forgive him. So,.What is Tahajjud ? What is the time to offer Tahajjud? Tips for Tahajjud! How many numbers of Rak'ah/units of salaah to be offered? What is Qiyaam-ul-Layl ? What's different between Tahajjud and Qiyaam-ul-Layl ? And many more things you get to know from this book. in shaa Allah Note: This Book Has Changed Categories (Unfortunately) Due To The Wattpad Guidelines.

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?

A Supermodel, stunning to behold but really old in her soul A Playboy designer, nicknamed the heartless yet has his own fears Paths cross, eyes clash, hearts merge... He wants her love, she yearns for marriage. She believes in a God above, he is an atheist; What is good? What is right? Are looks everything? Is money the answer to happiness? And where is real Peace? "For our love George, I would die!" Sophia promised eyes shining with sincerity. "But what happens after death Sophie?" he asked helplessly. Read Eternal Ishq Series #1 and #2 before beginning this. Thanks :)

The rich. The powerful. Those are the men Amy has always despised, because the only thing they've ever done is use her. So...what is she doing with HIM? Lord Patrick Day, descendant of a noble line, with enough arrogance for ten kings and the looks to go with it, is exactly the kind of man Amy hates the most. And yet, now he is the only hope she has. A sinister conspiracy. A young woman, hurt and broken. And a powerful man, who was never, ever meant to be with the likes of her. Together, can they take on the darkest depths of the London underworld?

Bismillah Rabbi zidnee Ilman "My Lord! Increase me in my knowledge" Assalamualikum everyone I'm going to write some Islamic short stories these stories always inspired me to move on and more important is that, these stories helps me to get closer to Allah(SWT), whenever I'm feeling low or something like that. And most important how blessed we are that Allah has given us every thing and yet we are not thankful to Him. hope these stories will help u too, to get closer Allah. They are all short stories but have lots of meaning, that bring tears to my eyes. Reading this book can change your life, if you act upon the meanings. I hope you learn a lot. Cover: Minihalloves

How would you react if you only had 8 months left to live? Follow Ahmad Khayr, 17, in his struggle against his disease and maybe his repentance? 3rd place in the short story contest organized by @Muslims_Ink

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.