Copyright© "Leave me alone!" I said pushing at his chest so he would let me go. Every step I took back he took another closer towards me. "I knew I could crack your code" he smirked so accomplished with himself. "What do you want from me?" I asked my eyes narrowed at him as anger flooded within me. "One simple thing, only you can give me. I want you Madina, I want you to be mine" he whispered in my ear which caused shivers to run down my spine. I squeezed my eyes shut, repeating his words in my mind. I opened my eyes staring into his stormy ones. I put on the sweetest smile ever and said; "You wish asshole" With that I turned around to walk away. He grabbed my upper arm and slammed me against his rock hard chest. Damn is he secretly a tree? I asked myself, but snapped quickly back to reality. "Don't leave me" Bryson said in a broken voice, which caused me to furrow my eyebrows at him. "Why do you care if I do?!" I yelled which made me flinch at my own voice. "Because everyone leaves. I won't allow you to leave me. Not now, not ever Beads" -------- Who's the Hijabi's Best Mistake? Keep reading to find out! Islamic love story, BUT I want all to read doesn't matter your religion. All are welcome my loves ❤ !!UPDATES EVERY SUNDAY, OR EARLIER. USUALLY ONCE, OR TWICE A WEEK I UPDATE!! #5 In Spiritual May 1st, 2018! #1 In Hijab October 31st 2018! #1 In Hijabi January 11th, 2019! Current cover made by: @AllahIsMyBff

Book 1 in 'Mend Series' He screams at me, slapping my face twice, 'You deserve all of this! You don't even deserve to live. You should die and do me a favour!' I shield my face, making him more furious. He stopps slapping and I had only few seconds to catch my breath when he kicked my wounded ribs from previous beatings. I screamed, thinking it was loud enough, but was just an feeble attempt to stop Aadil. At that moment, the flashbacks of me being tied to a rod, with my parents enjoying the blood pouring out started playing. It's repeating all over again, and this time I may not survive to escape. I was taken back in time. I feel I am back at that hostage room and me escaping to get out of this country is failing miserably. I mumbled with the little energy I held, 'Mum, Dad, please stop...' But again, it was of no use, as my vision is displaying full of colourful, dancing dots. My breathing is becoming frantic every second, trying not to pass out, but it seems my body doesn't want to keep up with all of this. If this is really my ending, so be it. With that thought, the peace that I always imagined is starting to consume me. This is the end for me. I can finally rest peacefully. The sound of Aadil's voice coming from a wide distance somehow is keeping me awake. Wasn't he by my side? Maybe, maybe he realized how wrong he was all this time. Maybe, just maybe... His voice, that's filled with agony, whispers in a forlorn voice 'I'm sorry Hayati. Please stay alive. Don't leave me...' ___________________ #9 in spiritual ( 29th October 2017) #6 in spiritual (10th December 2017) #5 in spiritual (11th December 2017)

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||

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