"Nothing in this world In sha Allah have the power to snatch you away from me Hayati! And as far as separation goes, I won't allow that either in sha Allah! I will cross thousands of deserts on my bare feet to bring you back on my side where you now belong! You are mine Rubdha! My wife, my beloved, my life and I promise you that anyone that tries to separate us will face something they never thought they will! I love you!" He said intensely and she gasped as his emotions swirling in his eyes pulled her in. She was drowning in his eyes, in his love and in him and she didn't want to be saved. She blushed. He drew her in and kissed her forehead, stamping her. She smiled in contentment and sighed in peace. She was home and she didn't want to leave ever. "I love you too..." She whispered teary eyed to him. He grinned boyishly before turning them around. Rubdha has lived a dark past. Now it's to let go. Will she find her happily ever after, while she fall in love with her Rabb zuljalalah and his Ibadah?

She knew that her work wouldn't let her rest, Was aware that every day would be a test. It was her passion though, to see the last smiles, Although they haunted her for the longest of times. He was a wonder in this world, Possessed a heart of gold. His heart bled for every atrocity the ummah faced, His Soul shook every time an innocent was shot dead. She couldn't believe that he was hers, And he was on a mission to never see her in tears. She remembered this when a cry escaped its cage, And knew that he would love her even after his last breath.

[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?"

This book is a compilation of hadith that our beloved prophet ﷺ narrated regarding the day of judgement and the events that will occur.

|• 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.

We all loose motivation during our life due to shaytan's whisper's. We struggle to carry on imrpoving ourselves for the sake of allah evan though we know there's much to improve. I've come accross many stories that have really inspired me and i hope they'll have the same effect on you. (None of these stories are my own and i give full credit to all the writers who've posted them)