[Previously known as 'Have you'] Have you ever felt so alone? Have you ever felt like they stabbed you in your back? Have you ever thought you were going to be a victim of rape? Have you ever felt like you can't even trust family? Have you ever thought that something good would come out of something bad? Have you ever thought you would have a cute little angel at this age? 'No, I haven't. I haven't before. But now I realized that you can't expect anything from life. Everything just comes and goes. You can't stop it. You can't change it. You will be tired, but in the end, it will only make you stronger. I didn't know that I would go through all of this. I never thought about the fact that I will have a baby when I was still so young. I didn't think he would do this to me. But it happened, and it will only make us stronger..' Manar was nineteen when she got pregnant. But she realized that she was in this alone. All alone. She was strong. She knew Allah was always there for her and when she saw the face of her little angel, she knew that it was going to be alright. After all, her faith in Allah was all what she still has and it helped her to stand on her feet when everything around her was pulling her down. The only aim of her life is to be there for her angel, for her little boy.. But there was one thing that kept her afraid and always running; the threatening notes she finds everyday.. Kamal is sick of the rich world. No one understands him. He doesn't want to run his dad's company.. He wants to live the life he wants and the way he imagined it. He doesn't trust anyone, and that's why he is always alone. He has a few friends, but that's it. But what happens when he meets the strongest girl he has ever seen, that was taking care of a child? He feels something he has never ever felt before. It felt weird yet good. It hurt him, it made him happy. But why? ~ Romance Islam

Sequel to 'The Best of Us' Khalid Fayad wants to marry Sabrina Khan. After making up with her and laying their past grudge to rest, Khalid has it in his head that marrying Sabrina will make him a better Muslim and reconcile his relationship with her. Sabrina is hesitant, knowing full well that the past has the possibility to become the present and so, doubts Khalid's ability to change. She comes up with a challenge for him: prove it. But can he? And what happens when the past does become the present? A dark story about fighting for something you strive for and the struggle to prove yourself for love.

{Completed} My name is Miracle. I got that name when I was fourteen. I can't remember my family. I can't remember my friends. I can't remember anything from the past. Do I even have a past? Where was I born? Who are my parents? What did I like? Did I prefer dresses or sweaters? Was I a girly-girl or a tomboy? I lost everything the moment I came forcefully here. I didn't ask for this nor did I would want it. I came here to loose myself. I came here, because I got kidnapped. Everything I had known, everything I had forgotten came up to surface and tried to swim when he came into my life. He, the one who saved me.. ~ This story is so much more different than my previous ones. This is too emotional and extreme. Its about two people meeting each other in the worse circumstance. Two people who are trying to save each other by loosing themselves. Its still Islamic of course, but that will appear later in the story. If you don't like grammar mistakes, then this story is nothing for you. You have been warned. Also contains it scary parts which could make you cry, so if you can't handle that, then don't read it. Romance. GENERAL DISCLAIMER ABOUT MY WORKS: I write about the things that people don't want to think about. I write about the things that people are turning away from when its mentioned. I write about the things no one warned you about because in their eyes its a taboo to even think of it. I write about atheists, rape, forced marriages- all of the darkest side of life. If you don't like that, then this account is nothing for you.

"Why didn't you tell me he went here?" Sabrina managed to croak out. Her throat was dry and there was a loud drumming sound in her ears which she realized was her heart. "Oh..uh...well..." Leila stuttered and then trailed off. She smiled sheepishly. "I totally forgot about Khalid." Sabrina winced when she heard his name. "How could you?" Sabrina asked, horrified. "You know I don't like him and, not to mention, that he hates my guts!" "Oh, come on! That was years ago. He probably doesn't even remember you." Leila assured, waving her hand. At that moment, Khalid Fayad turned towards them, his eyes landing on Sabrina's. Sabrina held her breath hoping - praying - that he would turn away without recognizing her. Unfortunately, he seemed to remember her all too well. From the way he smirked at her now, Sabrina just knew that her senior year at New Hope High was ruined. _______________________________________________________ A story of racism and hate, of love and acceptance. Can Sabrina overcome the hate that she is wrongly accused of. Can she forgive those who have tortured her life with bitter words and unending cruelty. Can she fight back with not hate, but good?

A bunch of romantic chapters connected to Diamonds & Pearls. Let the halal love game begin :) -Mostly Zayna & Noor. *Note-There may also be some random stuff so don't be too confused >.< **Note: If you haven't read Diamonds & Pearls, you may be confused by some parts in this book :P So go check it out.

My name is Mina Amin. Pakistani. Aged 23. Artist. Foodie. Cat freak. About to marry my best friend. Yep, the usual. I am the girl you wish you could be. Life for me is pretty much perfect; Until it no longer is. ........... This story is about the pain of unrequited love. This story will make you think about stuff you'd rather not think about. This story is about friendship, love, and forgiveness... But it is also about Infidelity, hurt, and Godlessness. Read & Enjoy! (The author loves to read comments) WARNING: Might cause females to fall in love with the characters. Might also cause them to have delusional, bloated expectations from males. Don't proceed with caution, because deep inside you're a masochist. Cheers. DISCLAIMER: This book has Muslim characters, but it is not an accurate representation of "Islam". It is not meant to preach, or depict perfect Muslims.

Eighteen year old Yasmeen is a Muslimah enjoying her last year of high school with her two best friends. She expects her senior year to be boring and torturing like the past three years were. Especially due to the fact that she's been wearing the niqab and tormented in school for it since last year. What's a niqabi to do though when the gorgeous new guy starts going to her school and everyone takes an interest to him? Or what about when she finds out that he's going to be living in the same house with her for a year and they're engaged to each other? *WILL OFFICIALLY BE BACK LATE 2024/EARLY 2025*

Ik loop de kamer binnen. Het is er leeg zonder haar. Nooit gedacht dat ik haar zo zou missen. Ik ga op haar bed zitten. Raar dit gedeelte van het matras voelt harder. Ik til het matras op. Daar ligt een roze boekje. Is dit een dagboek? vraag ik me af. Ik wil hem openmaken, maar er zit een hartvormig slotje op. Wat zou hierin staan dat zo belangrijk is? Ik moet het openkrijgen. Waar is het sleuteltje? Ik zoek verder onder het matras. Nee, daar ligt het niet. Onder het kussen? Ja, hebbes. Ze was nooit echt goed in verstoppen. Net zoals die ene keer dat we samen verstoppertje deden. Ik krijg tranen in mijn ogen. Niet aan denken. Ik stop het sleuteltje in het slot en maak het boekje open. All rights reserved® 1Dlovertillpluto