• Twice Wattpad Featured • #1 in Spiritual • The moon hid behind the clouds, the wind refused to blow and the mountains trembled at the sight in front of them. Fates were being erased, rewritten and joined. Destiny was being decided and souls were being interlocked. Fariya Ali Sikandar. A heartbreakingly beautiful woman with an even beautiful heart. Omer Ahmad Lashari. A breathtakingly handsome man with a stone in place of a heart. In a Muslim family in Pakistan, Fariya is a girl with heart as big as an ocean. She has dreams and aspirations. What happens when a man comes out of nowhere and crushes her dreams with his cold words and dark eyes? Will love ever bloom between the two or will they always remain as distant as the sun and the moon? A beautiful and alluring tale of a love which sets your life on fire and quench the flames simultaneously. Cover Credits: hershey-z

Whilst most kids would be playing ball, begging for ice-cream or prancing around in the sun, she would observe curiously, reserved and knowing. Even as a child, she pitied the folly and antics of those around her. She laughed at the delusion of others. She scowled at idiocy. She was insipid to those who chose to remain ignorant. After all...she knew and they didn't. ~~~~~ Growing up, Amira knew life would never be a walk in the park. Life experiences had shoved that notion down her throat, oh-so-nicely. As a teenager living on the central coast, she never really belonged. Not that she wanted to. The people she was surrounded with comprised of airheads who only knew the meaning of parties, sex and alcohol. Yet, despite her tireless efforts of constantly pushing those who she deemed unworthy away from her, she couldn't help but feel the growing black abyss in her soul. So Amira asks... Really, what's the point of it? Of life, she means? All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2014

"Not all Muslims are terrorists." You know how people say never to judge a book by its cover? I shouldn't have done that myself. Growing up with racist parents planted a negative reputation of Muslims in my head. So, I started believing everything they've told me. I thought Muslims were the reason crisis was happening around the world. I thought Islam was an evil religion. But, boy, was I wrong. Everything changed, the day I met the Muslimah next door.

Life can be brutal and uncaring to some. Aisha was one of those unfortunate "some" she had deceived herself into believing she had full control of her life. That she could set the terms of how her life would unfold. However, life and fate have a way of showing us just how much control we truly have. How does one cope when the people most important in our lives are ripped away from us? What does one do when they become the sole guardian of their two younger siblings? And how does one survive, when you're hated because of your faith.