She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

If you have any interest in poetry writing then this book is for you, and if you're not, then welcome to the world of poetry..... That sounded so childish I know. After countless hardships and sadness, I finally found the peace I needed in writing poetry. Poetry for me was like a world of puzzles that needed to be solved. Nothing was given directly and everything was written in a secret code that no one understands. That why after long doubts..... I came to the conclusion to share my poetry with the world. ♥

"The only sounds you hear is the man's laughter, the stones striking your body, the weird music playing in the background, and your muffled shrieks. When each stone strikes you, your eyes bulge in agony. Soon enough, every part of your body sears with pain and drips with blood. You've lost your second eye by now. It's as if a knife punctures you recurrently. This torture has been ongoing for 10 minutes. You dread the inevitable: death." *** 33-year-old police detective Zaid Ahmed catches his friend, Ed, in an act of murder. Ed, the man who helped Zaid through tough times. The man who restored happiness into his heart. The man who introduced a crucial Slipknot song to Zaid. The problem is, nobody believes Ed committed the heinous crimes. *** Short psychological horror/suspense/thriller story. COMPLETED: 03/03/2019

A compilation of things I'm pretty sure almost every Muslimah can relate to. #JustMuslimahThings

Assalamu Alaykum. Peace be upon you. The journey that each of us embark on when looking for love is as unique as the prints at the tips of our fingers. The quest for love, although in hindsight may seem to be a beautiful thing, in reality can be a dangerous path to take. Hira and Amir's journey is no different. Two young people walking towards a union neither of them wanted can only mean impulsive decisions, regretful actions and a hurricane of raw emotions. Hira is not looking for marriage, nor is Amir. So how exactly do they end up happily married a few short months after their first ever encounter?

Sara Haji was a seventeen year old muslimah going through her last highschool year with her best friend Mary. What she never expected was for Chase Parker's life crash into hers. The huge problem is; he's not muslim. Sara finds herself in quite a problem, but she believed that with faith in Allah, everything will fall in its place. - written when I was fourteen! Don't take it too seriously (: -

A story of a 21 year old muslim girl called Liybha who lives in New Zealand. She is engaged to a business man's son. But her heart and soul has been long claimed by Hamid. A friendship from her childhood who she left behind in Pakistan. But fate has other plans for her as Hamid returns back into her life, releasing her old childhood memories she had buried deep within in her herself. She now stands on a road which leads to different destinations. Which one will she choose? Where will her fate lead her? A halal muslim love story with romance.

Ever since she was born, men in her family gave her many reasons to hate her gender and Islam. So as soon as her mother returned to her lord she ran away from her family and Islam. But living in a foreign city with no one by her side is very difficult. In the process of running away from her identity she met a stranger, Allah's stranger.

"I know that we will never be a real couple, but we can at least be nice to each other Aneel" I told him. I've had enough. Tears were starting to prick my eyes, but I didn't let them fall. He looked over at me in a weird expression. Like if I died in front of him, he wouldn't care. "You don't get it, do you?! I. will. never. love. you! I will never care for you. You wait, every day, for me to come home and have dinner with you like normal couples do- you are pathetic. You are nothing! Absolutely nothing to me. You are not even worth my words. You are a loser who has nobody- your parents? They are just like me. They knew that you were worthless and wanted to get rid of you" he said angrily. I was not angry at him. He was telling the truth. I'm nothing. Never was, never will. I nodded. He was right. He was so damn right. Sahra Ali is eighteen years old when she gets married. It was not a marriage out of love, no, she was forced into it. Shre grew up being abused. Her parents sold her for money. No parent would do that, so are her so called parents her real parents? She is trying to survive this marriage, because she believes in Allah and knows that He had a good reason that He gave her all these pain. Aneel Osman is a badboy who wants nothing to do with Islam. He was a muslim when he was younger, but when something bad happened, he blamed Allah for it. Deep inside he knows that it is wrong, but shoves that thought away. He began doing the things Allah prohibited. There was no one to hold onto or to pull him out. He kept falling and falling. And when he has to deal with that girl his parents wants him to marry, he is losing himself more and more. Read the description in the book for the fully version! This is a short draft! ~ Salaam guys, this story is edited! Almost everything has CHANGED and it is now a mature story. I like how it turned out. Thank you for all your support! It still contains small grammar mistakes. You have been warned:)

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||