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||

Houssam Shaykh is living the dream. He is a big sought after basketball star who has his pick of teams, is recognized wherever he goes, makes millions per game, and gets to play his favorite sport for a living. He is even being called the 'Muslim Michael Jordan'. But he has a void that he can't seem to fill, no matter how many screaming fans chant his name. When he goes back home after a long season and decides to throw himself into volunteer work, will he find a shot at finding what he's seeking? Hana Ismail sees life through the lens of her camera. She loves to create memories for others to hold dear, but often wishes that she gets to experience them for herself. When she gets chosen to start a Masjid newspaper, and ends up doing a profile on none other than their very own celebrity, will she have a shot at her own happiness?

"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:)

As a Muslim girl, marriage is one of Safia's biggest dreams. All her life she kept herself pure for her faith and her future husband. Although having never had experienced love, and occasionally doubting whether she will, Safia feels herself growing impatient being single. She then sends her family to search for 'the one.' Trusting her family, she decides to say yes to the first person her family finds for her. She believes she will get married and face all her problems with her husband by her side. Is it really as simple as that? Yusuf feels a void in his heart. He tries to deny it, but he knows his mother's not proud of him. He knows she wishes he could be a little more modern like his brother. He wanted his family to find him a wife while he could focus on his deen (faith), but his idea of a wife clashes with his mother's. Seeing that his family were struggling to find him someone he likes, he decides to take matters into his own hands. But is he rushing into decisions without thinking?

He wanted to hate her, to shred her faith viciously before he lost himself in her eyes again. * * * * Amira had a dysfunctional family, an older brother who was far from the ideal and parents constantly on his case. The stakes are raised high for Amira in her senior year. She has her whole life planned out, eagerly waiting for her future husband, but that all changes when a certain green-eyed boy comes to town. A boy who hates her entire existence for one reason only; she's a Muslim. Thrown into a whirlwind of emotions and a fantasy that could never be, Amira is stuck between right and wrong, her boundaries crashing down. One thing was for certain, senior year was going to be a hell of a ride even for a diamond in Islam. (Book One in the American Muslimah Trilogy, but can be read as a stand alone) •Cover by @IamSumayya• [Highest ranking: #1 in Spiritual] WARNING: Last few chapters are removed for publishing. Book is published and available on Amazon :D

#2 in Halalove on 20 Jan,2020 "Will you help him? help my Saif?" he asked, with pleading eyes I stared at him. I cannot speak upto him "I mean, he always seems to be himself around you, almost forgetting her" he explained Oh, how i wish they both would never know the truth. They will hate me then. Saif would hate me. "You have to do this. Please, for Saif. Will you marry me?" He asked I shut my eyes closed "There's something you need to know, Mr.Hamid" I finally said mustering up some courage ********************************** Naureen is a 24 years muslimah who works as a teacher in an islamic highschool, who dreams of marrying her best friend i.e her cousin, but Allah had different plans for her. Her destiny leads her into a great tragedy which involves her doing an unintentional mistake which totally turns her life upside down. She falls into a sort of depression until she finds a way to fix her mistake for that she has to sacrifice her dreams by marrying a widower. What was that tragedy which affected her a lot? Will she marry the man? Sacrificing her dreams isnt easy for her Is he the man she is destined to be with? Will she ever live happily with him?

"But I'm your-" "I'm your what?!" He cut her off. She flinched at the acidity in his voice. "My wife?" He scoffed inching in on her until he was arms length. His eyes bored into the depths of her soul. He slurred the words with venom dripping from his tone. "You're only a signed contract, nothing more!" * * * "What's that shit doing on your face? you better remove it! you can't be walking on the streets of Chicago wearing that, this isn't your filthy Pakistan!" he ruthlessly spoke with disgust. "You mean my veil?" She questioned with fear placing a hand on her Niqab. "If it isn't obvious" "Please, don't call it that, it's my veil, my identity" "I'm sorry what?" "I can't remove it Saahir, p-please don't make me do this, its a part of me" she begged on the verge of tears. "I said take it off!" He yelled in a deep menacing voice and pulled it off her face throwing it mercilessly on the floor. Fresh tears pooled from her eyes Frustration built through him. He grabbed her shoulder and forcefully dragged her pushing her onto the floor. The floor hit Meeza harder than she had expected. "Oww" she yowled as the pain shot through her shoulder. Highest rank #1 IN SPIRITUAL Always in the top 15 Alhamdulillah #notyouraverageclichèbook. First published on 4th February 2018

{Highest rank: 285 in Spiritual} {THA 1st place winner in Spiritual} I won't be anything like my parents. That's what they both said. Dina vowed to be open minded, a listener, someone who loved change. Farouz vowed to be kind, successful, and someone who loved life. Unfortunately family roots aren't so easily removed. And in their fits of distress and anxiety these two find themselves at each other's mercy. He needs her to keep him rooted to his beliefs and she needs him to pull her out of her culture. Without each other they'd be a mess. Yet together, they're a whole different kind of mess.

Meet Peter Feterson. A Jewish who is drowned in the midst of lies, betrayal and lust. A son to a powerful family, he refuses to accept himself in this worldly life and autonomously having a decent life on his own. Goodly past of Islam put out a huge curiosity to him. He really needs someone to point out about the beauty of Islam, not the false rumours by the media. Meet Aisha Ahmed. A girl who has everything. She learns living a happy life with her single mother and achieved to work on her dream place. When she meets the broken Peter, she soon realises that everything can be saved if we take the first step toward. And yes. Opposites do attract. Join the embarking journey between Peter and Aisha accompanied with sparks, hatred and trust. #80 in Spiritual || 12/28/2016 #35 in Spiritual || 29/4/2017 #15 in Spiritual || 27/5/2017 1/15/2016 - 1/1/2017 [COMPLETED] UNEDITED

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