This is a collection of stories about Islam and Muslims,and it's for Muslims and non Muslim. What I am writing isn't a lies it is a real evens, so came and join me to learn about the stories of past and the parents. And so relate the stories to them, so that they may contemplate and think. I hope you enjoy reading it.

01 in Short story [15-01-17] ❝he left her, but why?❞ In which Eva lived a perfect life until her fiancé left her. He left her without giving a reason. [Told through a series of text messages, voicemails] (cover : calalu)

"Wadhakir fainna dhikra tanfa'ul muuminin ". A brother in Islam just trying to remind dear brothers and Sisters. We've been called "insaan" because of our habit of forgetting , so am taking this opportunity to remind myself and others so as may Allah have pleased with us and give us his blessings and forgive us for our sins..

Quotes, sayings

Dedicated To My Muse You are my inspiration to start writing and keep on going despite all the struggles. Writing has become an outlet to express all the pent up emotions swriling in my heart. My first step in exploring the limits of my imagination and cherishing the memories I have experienced in this journey of life. My thoughts written down as words may or may not look like poetry. Experience the feel my words bring in rather than pointing the mistakes.

Do not let your book be a reason for Allah to be upset with you. The fundamental issue of the growing library of Islamic books on Wattpad is the spiritual accuracy of the concepts that they explore. The reason I'm writing this book is because I've come across too many mistakes in Islamic books, particularly the romance novels that we so commonly indulge ourselves in. Turns out that terrible grammar and cliché's are now the least of your problem, rather it's the religious authenticity. This problem is terribly far-fetched and much too common for anyone's benefit. Take some time out to read this book instead of that 'Islamic' love story and bring yourself back to reality.

A love story that starts in teen age and lasts forever... "Come back Haadi." I whispered under my lips. I closed my eyes and saw his his reflection on the curtain of my eyes. "Come back before I die." I whispered imagining him. I took that pink scarf which reminds me of him. "Please come back in this pink weather." I whispered looking at the scarf.

Trees are also a part of our lives, It is the main producer of Oxygen, which is the most essential Thing for life on earth. Save trees save yourself!!

Feelings, few words With a million meanings. Highest #75 in random