{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.

"But I'm your-" "I'm your what?!" He cut her off. She flinched at the acidity in his voice. "My wife?" He scoffed inching in on her until he was arms length. His eyes bored into the depths of her soul. He slurred the words with venom dripping from his tone. "You're only a signed contract, nothing more!" * * * "What's that shit doing on your face? you better remove it! you can't be walking on the streets of Chicago wearing that, this isn't your filthy Pakistan!" he ruthlessly spoke with disgust. "You mean my veil?" She questioned with fear placing a hand on her Niqab. "If it isn't obvious" "Please, don't call it that, it's my veil, my identity" "I'm sorry what?" "I can't remove it Saahir, p-please don't make me do this, its a part of me" she begged on the verge of tears. "I said take it off!" He yelled in a deep menacing voice and pulled it off her face throwing it mercilessly on the floor. Fresh tears pooled from her eyes Frustration built through him. He grabbed her shoulder and forcefully dragged her pushing her onto the floor. The floor hit Meeza harder than she had expected. "Oww" she yowled as the pain shot through her shoulder. Highest rank #1 IN SPIRITUAL Always in the top 15 Alhamdulillah #notyouraverageclichèbook. First published on 4th February 2018

"It's the allure of paradise That entices you You daydream about the Gardens you want beneath your feet You ravel in the mystery Of that Palace made for you And how intricately It must have been designed You're left wondering how calmly The rivers would flow And how sweet it would taste How beautiful Firdaus must be! You gaze into that image Of the beautiful afterlife Conjured in your head You're lost in its charm It's grandeur It's effortless beauty It's another day You're one shackle less Imprisoned in this dunya As you want to grab all you see For yourself". All praise is to Allah, the Lord of the worlds. This collection contains various poems (short and long) that would remind us of life, worship and the purpose of our creation. They would be subtle reminders for myself first and then you. If you're not a muslim and you have no problems with reading "muslim stuff", you're very welcome. If you're one who isn't interested in hearing about anything Islam, you're welcome if you change your mind.

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#59 in poetry [03/10/17] -Highest rank - -Featured in @Wp_poetry reading list "stygian skies" [24/11/18] ❤ I was born with positivity running through my viens But this world kept spoonfeeding me what they call is real A slice of reality on my plate I Was fed And sadness rightafter came radiating off of me A bubbly mix of cheery attitude, dreams and positivity were what I was born with A harmony of darkness, negative vibes and tear stained face is how I left it. ✁- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - //warning : it have some suicidal/kind of dark thoughts that may be triggering for some.

※The East Girl - Part One※ "Screw humanity. Screw them who said that they would help me. It was all a lie. No one helped me when I was literally begging myself with my eyes for them to help me when they were grabbing me like I was some kind of trash. Like they didn't know that I was human. Guess what, they were the ones who weren't humans if they let it happened. Ignorant was a foolest beach." I don't know that me being moved to New York can give me much more than I expected. Bad or good, you choose. Is it because I wear a scarf around my head? I'm not saying that I don't know any of the grudges they have at me. I am wearing a scarf around my head, wearing a long dress that cover my whole body. What do you expect? So, I'm fully aware of it. But, I'm definitely not aware of how harsh it can be, how low it can crush my self-esteem as well as my self-confidence and how bitter it will taste in my heart. Fortunately, by moving to New York I also find my knight in shining bomber. That's how he start to show his affection for Loving The East Girl. #252 in Short Story on Monday, 2 Oct, '17. #305 in Short Story on Tuesday, 3 Oct, '17. Cover credit goes to my lovely friend @ndhirsm

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I walked down the white hallways filled with the smell of bleach and chlorine. The lights above were too bright, too luminescent. I can't think. I can't look straight. I can't breathe. Everything was blurry. I touched my cheeks and felt tears cascade down to my chin. My steps faltered. My heart wouldn't stop beating out of my chest. "I'm sorry Nouran." She had looked at me sadly, eyes filled with emptiness. No, no, no. What am I going to do? What am I going to tell him? Him. Izhar. I can't breathe.... Allah. •|#1 in Spiritual on February 20th, 2016 // March 26th, 2016 // May 20th, 2016 // June 25th, 2016 // July 3rd, 2016 // July 13th, 2016 // July 28th, 2016 // August 2nd, 2016 // August 13th, 2016 // December 28th, 2016 // January 21st, 2017 // January 27th, 2017 // March 23rd, 2017|• ||1 million reads as of May 12th, 2017|| ||2 million reads as of September 15th, 2018|| ||3 million reads as of July 15th, 2020|| ||A Wattpad Featured Story as of August 11th, 2017|| ||100K votes as of February 20th, 2018||

A world wide hijab (head scarf) ban merges the lives of two unlikely individuals battling against the darkness that plagued the hearts of their friends and loved ones. What will happen when they've both had enough? Copyrighted © 2015

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