When you're gone, I hope you'd understand the reasons why. My last note before you completely erase me from your life.

cutezies, NIET ALLES IS VAN MIJ DUS NIET BOOS DOEN ALS JE EEN GEDICHT ERGENS ANDERS ZIET!!

A collection of poems that illustrate the work that He began in me. Capturing the life long journey of walking alongside Him as He transforms my thoughts, desires, soul, and heart. I hope you enjoy and it inspires your own journey.

A new chapter of thoughts and feelings

A story about a young girl called Amina who learned how to embrace self-love through the help of Zayd and her friend Fatima.

A writer searching for belonging and a serial killer in the midst of a murder spree collide under the most unlikely circumstances. Now they must face their demons or face their own destruction. ©2018 squishylilyoongi

"Loving him was red. The lover in me is dead." As soon as I signed those "nikaah" papers my heart shattered into millions of pieces. I was beyond happy that day; that day when I was going to be his forever and he was going to be mine forever but... But that one call...... that one damn call that left everything shattered. My happiness, my excitement, my heart, my soul, everything, just everything ends. It was all delusion, I mistook those red flags for love. I read them, they were just a bunch of sweet lies. Mahi Khan a 24 years old girl who loves her fiancé "Amaan Qureshi" whole heartedly since her school days. What will happen when on her wedding day she'll get to know that he never loved her, it was all nothing much but a bunch of sweet lies. A story of betrayal and heartbreak. I hope you all will enjoy reading it. Do follow me on Instagram also, link is in my bio. Warning: Do not dare to copy my work. Any kind of copy of my work or reposting it cannot be tolerated. All rights are reserved. Enjoy reading. Thank you :)

"We can't, Nooraz," Hani sobbed, her voice shattered. "We can't give in to this. It's haram, a sin." Nooraz's face contorted in anguish. "I know, my love. But my heart refuses to listen. It beats for you alone." "Oh, Nooraz," Hani wailed, "why must we be torn between love and duty?" He stepped closer, his eyes brimming with tears. "Is it not enough that we've resisted for so long? Must we continue to deny our souls?" Hani shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "We must. For our faith, for our families... we cannot betray them." Nooraz's voice cracked. "But what of our own hearts? What of our love, so true and pure?" Hani covered her face, her body shaking with sobs. "It's a love that can never be, Nooraz. A love that will only bring us pain and shame." Nooraz's face crumpled, his tears falling like rain. "Then let us cherish this pain, my love. Let us hold onto it, for it is all we have." Their tears mingled, their hearts shattering into a million pieces.

"Fuck me please. Fuck me harder." I begged. "Fuck me as if you haven't fucked me like this before. Hurt me. Hurt me more. Make me feel. Make me bleed. Please don't ever stop." In all honesty, at this point, I would tell him anything just for him to stay. He left once. And I will not make him leave this time without leaving his mark on me.. *** This is a SEQUEL to the story 'Strip'. You don't have to read Strip in order to understand this story. This has mature content, although it is not purely sexual. It contains poetry and quotations.

Sharing Yumna and Wahaj's poetry from the USA event.