****Muhammed and Ameena**** Read this book and see how two people fall in love in during marriage! Muhammed POV: I always wanted my relationship with my wife to be like the prophets (pbuh) relationship with his wife. They were so amazing; you read about them and its like a fairytale. This may be controversial but I think Romeo and Juliet is nothing compared to the prophet (pbuh) love story. Ameena POV: I prayed Istikharah (a prayer which you ask god for guidance; eg. marriage- should I marry him or not?) and went to sleep on my right side. In my dream I saw the colour white. I was in a wedding dress with a scarf on praying a prayer behind Muhammad (which was one of my dreams when I got married). When I woke up for Fajr I had a smile on my face. I then knew I was ready for marriage with Muhammad. I was hoping he'd say yes!

Who knew.......that one day Rabiyah's world would be turned upside down by a single hint of love~~ This is a tale of how a good Muslim girl overcomes the Challenges placed before her when she falls in love with an unlikely figure during Ramadan~ Will she be able to rise to the occasion, and let others not decide the fate of her heart? Or Tremble to her knees and conform to their ways? (Salams! I'm not good at intro's but I really hope you guys enjoy!)

Cover Credits, to the lovely @kathreen_styles. [Highest ranking, Spiritual #7 as on August 08th 2016.] ✺ ✺ ✺ Amna- a calm, quiet and socially awkward muslimah. Who has A friend, for whom she can give her life for. Urooj- a bachelor taking care of his father's business, is quite out going, shy at times and possessive. Who has A friend, for whom he can give his life for. Amna and Urooj who were best of friends, but fate had decided to separate them. What happens when Amna comes face to face with her past? Will she be able to face it or run away from it? What happens when a certain handsome, good looking cousin of her's comes in the scenario?

"Let go of me" I shouted at him. But his grip was too tight around my waist. I yelled and cried but no use as my friends watched him dragging me to the elevator; they were helpless as his body guards were blocking them. They kept shouting at him to let me go but to my bad luck no use. I saw the doors of the elevator being closed. Tears were running down my cheeks. What does this stranger wants from me I never even saw him in my life. As he dragged me out of the elevator and pulled me towards his room I kept trying to free myself from his grip but nothing worked he was too strong. He pulled me to his room locking the door behind and throwing me on a king size bad and started walking slowly towards me. " NOOOOOO, PLEASE NOOO DON'T COME CLOSER. PLEASE DON'T TOUCH ME"

"I was always in love with the idea of marriage and getting married with the one you love, since childhood, is the most amazing feeling." said Daneen with sparkling eyes. She was shining from head to toe. Saying she was happy, would be the under statement. "Today, I would be his forever... In-Sha-Allah. ." Little did she know that life is not at all a fairy tale. ********************************* Note: Yes, its a muslim story but not limited to muslims only.. it's for everyone. it's my first story so don't judge me too harshly. I would be describing every arabic word at the end of the chapter. HAVE A LOOK AT IT.. then decide

"I know that we will never be a real couple, but we can at least be nice to each other Aneel" I told him. I've had enough. Tears were starting to prick my eyes, but I didn't let them fall. He looked over at me in a weird expression. Like if I died in front of him, he wouldn't care. "You don't get it, do you?! I. will. never. love. you! I will never care for you. You wait, every day, for me to come home and have dinner with you like normal couples do- you are pathetic. You are nothing! Absolutely nothing to me. You are not even worth my words. You are a loser who has nobody- your parents? They are just like me. They knew that you were worthless and wanted to get rid of you" he said angrily. I was not angry at him. He was telling the truth. I'm nothing. Never was, never will. I nodded. He was right. He was so damn right. Sahra Ali is eighteen years old when she gets married. It was not a marriage out of love, no, she was forced into it. Shre grew up being abused. Her parents sold her for money. No parent would do that, so are her so called parents her real parents? She is trying to survive this marriage, because she believes in Allah and knows that He had a good reason that He gave her all these pain. Aneel Osman is a badboy who wants nothing to do with Islam. He was a muslim when he was younger, but when something bad happened, he blamed Allah for it. Deep inside he knows that it is wrong, but shoves that thought away. He began doing the things Allah prohibited. There was no one to hold onto or to pull him out. He kept falling and falling. And when he has to deal with that girl his parents wants him to marry, he is losing himself more and more. Read the description in the book for the fully version! This is a short draft! ~ Salaam guys, this story is edited! Almost everything has CHANGED and it is now a mature story. I like how it turned out. Thank you for all your support! It still contains small grammar mistakes. You have been warned:)