"I don't hate the hijab... I just don't understand why it feels like I'm losing myself in it." Eshal has always believed one thing ; beauty is meant to be seen. Her confidence lives in her reflection, her style, her presence... and maybe, just maybe, the attention that follows. So when Anayah walks into her life; calm, covered, and completely unbothered - Eshal doesn't get it. How can someone hide so much... and still feel so seen? What starts as curiosity slowly turns into something deeper. Late-night conversations. Unspoken questions. A friendship neither of them expected. But as Eshal gets closer to Anayah, she's forced to confront things she has avoided for years: Is modesty really restriction... or is it protection? Is she dressing for herself... or for the world? And what happens when the life you're comfortable with begins to feel... empty? Not all Hijabis are perfect. Not all uncovered girls are lost. And sometimes, the journey to Allah doesn't begin with certainty...but with discomfort. A Flower From Paradise is a story of friendship, identity, and the quiet, beautiful struggle of becoming.

She thought she was free. Until a billionaire and his daughter saw her - and decided she was theirs. One wanted a wife. The other wanted a mother. Neither asked if she agreed. They watched her for two years. Followed her every move. Until one day, they flew across the world and bought her future - with smiles, paperwork, and charm that smelled like roses but felt like chains. Now, she sleeps in silk sheets she didn't choose. Wears clothes she didn't buy. Answers to a name she didn't earn. Every touch is a test. Every night is a transaction. And every whispered "I love you" is a warning. She hides pills beneath her tongue. She dreams of running. But there is no escape - only a cage made of wealth, obsession, and unbearable intimacy. Because he doesn't just want her body. He wants her compliance. Her mind. Her loyalty. Her womb. And when the daughter discovers the truth - she doesn't cry. She accuses. Now the doors are locked. The smiles are gone. And the only thing more terrifying than being watched... is being needed. This isn't love. This is possession with a wedding ring. This is family, twisted into obsession. This is what happens when a girl becomes the answer to someone else's madness. ---

In the shadows of Boko Haram's brutal reign, Amira's world crumbles. Her town lies in ruins, her family shattered. With every step, Amira's quest for truth and justice becomes a deadly gamble. Will she find the strength to overcome, or become the next victim of a ruthless regime?

They say belief is suicide. They're not wrong. Where I come from, faith gets you a bullet in the head, a knock at the door that never ends well, or a name etched on a list you'll never live to see. Still, I believe. So does Basil, my only constant in a world stripped of everything soft. We've been hunted for years, slept under stone, eaten from dirt, prayed in secret, and watched good people vanish for whispering the wrong words. We've made it all these years with nothing but our prayers and each other. But then came the rumour about a sanctuary where the believers can live fearlessly. A lie, probably. A trap, almost definitely. Basil wanted to chase it anyway, because we owed it to ourselves and to the others who share our struggle, he said. I went with him only because I couldn't bear to watch him go alone. I should've stopped him... But now it's too late. ❝Islam began as something strange, and it will return to being strange as it began, so give glad tidings to the strangers(Ghuraba).❞ ‹بَدَأَ الإِسْلاَمُ غَرِيبًا وَسَيَعُودُ كَمَا بَدَأَ غَرِيبًا فَطُوبَى لِلْغُرَبَاءِ› (Includes books one, two and three in The Ghuraba Trilogy.)

He rose up from the ashes of a painful childhood to be the man his father never was. But when the one thing his heart truly wants appears before him, could he be brave enough to reach for it? (Cover image: @HopeGossamer)

[PG-15] She'd been battered, used, and abused. She was trapped, caged, and imprisoned. Until she met him. Trigger warning: Contains mention and description of domestic abuse Content warning: Contains sexual references and implicit description of a sexual relationship within marriage.

"You're a pile of poop." "You're a fountain of pee." Dialogue Story

Salma seemingly closed the chapter with Zayn once the court proceedings ended. However, fate had other plans. Or maybe it was prayers? Silent pleas whispered in the loneliness of the night by one heartbroken man. A storm of threats, bullets and a baseball bat, smashed whatever she knew of peace. A kidnapping attempt, or two . . . maybe it was three? Lies and Secrets. And many more murdering plots hit her like a tornado, forcing her back to square one with only one way out. Zayn. She could be with him till she was no longer held at a gunpoint, but was it fair that once she was free to breathe in peace, she would walk away and ruin his life? What would it cost to give him a chance? If she opens her heart to him, what would be lost? ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ You better not be secretly leading me to my death, Alex! Barely had the though completed in her mind that she felt the barrel of a gun press into the back of her head. She froze in fright, her nails digging into the palm of her hands inside the pocket of her coat. "Make a move bitch, and they won't even find a body to bury," he warned. The levelness of his voice scarier than his threat. Salma gulped, too petrified to even breath. "Hands where I can see them!" He nudged her with the gun. Salma unclenched her fists inside her coat. "Now!" She felt the gun poking her head sharply. Slowly, she brought her trembling hands out, and held them above her head. "Turn around," he ordered. Salma swallowed her fear again. Her mouth felt dry. She had a feeling she did not have long to live. If she were to make it out of here alive, Agent Alex would have taken him out already. A dry, ragged sob raked through her body when she realized this. She was just a bait. And baits don't survive. At what felt like a snail's pace, she turned around to face her death. Salma's eyes zeroed on the barrel of the gun pointed at her.

Saffiya finally met the man of her dreams- everything she'd ever wanted: love, perfection, admiration. The kind of man everyone wanted, but she got. It felt like a dream come true. Until the dream started to unravel. What she didn't know was that he came with secrets-dark ones. And now, she's in deeper than she ever planned to be. This time, the price of love might be more than she can afford. Catch up on all the drama! "Deception!"

Earlier known As Where's Ahmad In a world tainted by the pursuit of power and riches through blood and cruelty, one enigmatic young man stands untouched by the malevolence around him. Meet Ahmad, kept captive for eighteen-years by the blood Mafia, a sinister group known for their money rituals and merciless ways. Despite being imprisoned in their hellish domain since the age of five, Ahmad has developed an uncanny ability to survive and evade their grasp. Haunted by the deaths he carries on his conscience, Ahmad finds solace and belonging in the very place that confines him. However, his world is turned upside down when a determined young woman named Hibba is brought into the midst of the blood Mafia. With a heart full of hope and a fierce determination to escape, she seeks Ahmad's aid. Yet, their initial encounter is fraught with misunderstanding and hostility, leaving Hibba skeptical of Ahmad's willingness to help. As they embark on a precarious journey together, Ahmad and Hibba form an unlikely alliance, driven by Hibba's desire for freedom and survival. In this gripping tale of resilience, trust, and redemption, Ahmad and Hibba navigate a treacherous world where humanity is scarce, and danger lurks at every turn. Discover the captivating journey of Ahmad and Hibba as they defy darkness, seeking freedom and a chance at a new beginning.