Jenna Yousuf has everything all girls envy. A mansion, fancy cars, diamonds and jewels, closets filled with clothes, shoes and purses. A hot husband. But she isn't happy. Who could be when you were forced to marry a man you don't love just to save your family? She doesn't want to give him a chance, nor does she want to try to begin a life with him. But what does she do when he turns out to be the sweetest man she has ever met? Can she keep him at bay, or will she cave, and accept it when she starts to have feelings for her husband? Hudayfah Sulayman has to protect his wife from the evil people who are out to get her brother. While he only married her for that reason, he didnt anticipate one thing; that he would fall in love with her. So much so that he would do anything to make her happy, except for what she really wants; to be let out of their marriage. He knows Jenna doesn't love him now, but should he hold out hope that one day she will?

She was tested. Battered. And Bruised. He was her saviour. He was her only hope for survival, happiness and love. And she was not his... Ramlah Khan had always taken care of her younger sisters. She was the shoulder for her friends to cry on and her parents hope. She always believed that she could overcome all kinds of problems when having strong faith in Allah. She did not know that she was to be tested in the cruelest way ever - her love, her faith, her trust all will pay the price of being the strength of those around her. Fadil Mirza has always been successful whether in school, in his career or even making many friends. He had his whole life planned. He truly believed his childhood female friend will become his life partner in this World and the next, little did he know that his judgement was truly wrong. Ramlah and Fadil's lives get entwined when they work towards developing and maintaining their relationships. However, Allah had written a completely different destiny for them. Content Warning: Some of the content may not be appropriate for young or sensitive people as there is implicit reference to sexual activity and strong language. Although, the book should pass for PG13.

Two individuals and two different paths but at the end the same destination. Sana is a young bubbly girl in her twenties. With no warning she finds herself between people she thought only existed in news and movies, terrorists. Sana can't comprehend how the deep blue eyed intimidating man even can call himself a Muslim when being a terrorist. How much knowledge may he have about Islam when he literally does not give a damn when terrorizing people? Islam can't teach what they're preaching. That's impossible. Then how come Sana learns a thing or two of the people she actually loathes? When secrets unwraps, her mind and thoughts end up in a more tangled mess, as does her life. Copyright © 2016. All rights reserved to Shona1993

Stay in your limits. Don't think that I don't know anything. I cannot forget what you and your mother did to me and with my sister. Be there where you are." He said and I held the wall to stop myself from falling. "One more thing,never again do it. Never touch my things again."He said and a tear escaped from my eyes to roll down on my cheek He went out of the room,leaving me all alone,with so much hurt. He shut the door so hardly that I jumped on my place. Tears were rolling down on my cheeks. I sat down on the floor. I was remembering each and every word he said today. All in these days, I had a hope that one he'll be mine but today he just broke everything. Stay in your limits. I cannot forget what you and your mother did to me and my sister. Be there where you are. His words were ringing in my ear,telling me who I'm to him. He thought I was behind all this. He thought that I was with my mother,compelling him to marry me. But he was wrong. I wanted to tell him. Words seems to lost for me. He said never touch his things."His things?" We are separate ?? I thought, I am his wife and he know that I have the right on his everything but today he just told me my limits. ★~~★~~★~~★~~★~~★ Be with Jahan and Zeeniya to witness their journey of making the other fall.

[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

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~

Despite the lack of admiration that Mahmood Abdul Malik has never felt before, it is surprising to know that he is attracted to the wonderful, and opposite of him, Aisha Nur Aliyah, the only young niqabi in the neighborhood. A desire falls upon him. He wants to have her.. But paths in life is hard to predict. No one can guess what type of stone will be placed on the path. . . What will exactly happens when he tries to ask her for marriage? Well, it all depends on their fate. All rights reserved: © Pandalicious271 (E.N.H)

Now I know why Allah ask us to lower our gaze when we see a non mahram...but a 16 year old didn't knew....when my chocolate brown eyes met his dark brown eyes (masha allah his eyes), something passed on to me...for the first time in my life....at that instant I understood my eyes had fallen in for his...why blaming my eyes??? stupid me...I fell in love with him...my first love...love at first sight...Astahfurallah....but now when I look back all I could do is repent. ..when I took a step towards Allah , he took 10 steps towards me....Alhamdulillah....for your tests, for your blessings, for everything in my life.... Assalamualaikum sisters and brothers. ..I wanna tell you something, as the title says this is not a perfect halal story...everyone sins, but what matters is how much we repent...so be patient till the end...Thank you for reading. ..may Allah accept all good deeds and grant us jannah with our loved ones...remember me in your duahs.....

[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?"