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.

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.

{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.

Inspired by a real life story. *************************** The names are fictitious, the places are imaginary, the dates are fake, but the story - a real one. This is the story of a little boy who grew up losing the most precious parts of his life. It is the story of a broken brother, a shattered son and a heartbroken soul within which lived a golden heart. No matter how hard life knocked him out, he always stood up with a wider smile. Yet, little by little, he stopped believing in a better life. He placed all his faith in the last words his mother said. "The worst thing about life is that it wasn't meant to be easy. And the best thing, perhaps, is that life itself is temporary. It all ends someday - the day you breathe your last." ***************** Disclaimer: The names employed are purely fictitious. ***************** As an amateur writer, I am glad to share my first online writing experience with you. All your comments, grammar checks and suggestions will be treated with great appreciation. Thanks for giving this book a chance! With love, Zumee. (Zohra Begum Gunglee)

Coming to terms with their feelings for each other while following the rules of Islam is a must for Zul and Arina, who are two Muslim teenagers. "Don't you get it? After all this while? If only I can say how I feel..."

This is a special book in which we discuss random topics and share ideas as well as also share islamic benefitial reminders. All is welcome to read =)!

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*

Khadija is 18 years old, she had an accident when she was young which made her lose her past memories. Her parent's sent her to Japan to be taken care of by her uncle, as soon as she decides to go back to Canada, she is told she's getting married to a guy whom she can't even remember his name due to the memory loss. But what happens when that marriage is arranged and there is too many secrets to be reveled? Is she ever going to regain her memory that's holding the important parts? Or is everything going to fall off once again?