Hamza's complementary perspective to Battered, With Love.

Rania and Maaz. Two people who can't even stand in the same room without bickering every two seconds. But what happens when one mistake leads to both of them on an insane journey across Australia in hopes of going back home or to the destination they were supposed to be at. When more than a few complications occur the real journey just begins full of unthinkable solutions, humour and maybe a tad bit of romance. Caution: Book contains its own level of haramness and a bit of lolling and swooning ;D #thebigmuslimwriterscontest2016

[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?"

A love story with a lot of twists

It was not an arranged marriage because an arranged marriage occurs when the third party decide something for you. It was not a love marriage either because love marriage occurs when you marry someone you love. It was a forced marriage. Jasmin didn't have a choice. Her parents didn't have a choice. He wanted her and only her. Nobody could or can stop him. Highest ranking: #37 in romance * Copyright 2014 by deep_side_love. All Rights Reserved.

There is a broken man sitting next to me, but his blinding smile acts as glue to those who glanced at him. I can only see his side profile but I am faced with the unfiltered truth that this man is my husband. We are not in love, but I do not think we even love ourselves. The camera man tells Ahmed to wrap his arms around me for an artful photo. When I feel his strong arms around my waist he turns to look at me, his face so close that our noses touch. "Smile, Aleemah. It is your wedding." When the camera clicks I know that only hatred and misunderstandings stain the picture, and my heart clenches knowing that this man will never love me as I have begun to love him.

|• 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.