"Shh."he whispers putting a finger to my lips. I looked down at his finger on my lips, and then into his eyes. He stared at my face, as if memorizing every pary of it. We looked into each others eyes, lost. He swallowed, and moved forward, kissing my forehead. I closed my eyes, as his lips touched my skin. His hand, lightly stroked my cheek, as he kissed my eyes. "A...Asher." i mumbled, when his lips grazed my cheek. He was tracing my lips again and agian with the back of his thumb, and i thought my heart would explode. "Hmm." He whispered, and his lips grazed my jaw line, making me inhale sharply. Cover credit goes to @ Bushra_Siddiqui!!

As if being kidnapped from a poverty-stricken town in the Middle East was not horrifying enough, Hayat Ishfaq, a 21 year-old American Muslim, is forced to watch the slow beheadings of her own students. But, those are the least of her worries. ~A Wattpad Featured Story~

[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?"