No matter how close you are to them, there are certain things you just don't say. No matter how lonely you feel, there are certain people you just don't befriend. No matter how much you've fallen, there's always a guy you shouldn't give your heart to... Sadly for me, I learnt the last one only after I had gotten my heart broken. They say that you shouldn't look down upon anyone, or you will be put in their situation and made to experience the crisis. When I was fourteen, I had rolled my eyes at a girl who was sobbing histerically over a guy who liked her best friend. And I was probably paying the price for that now. However, I was trying my best to fit my feet in the shoes I had been given. I was trying and I was managing just fine. What I didn't need was a trouble maker who entered my life without permission. The guy who claimed to be bowled over by me, the one with a broken heart. Little did he know, I had entrusted myself to Al Malik, The Owner of me and my heart. And if he had to reach me, he had to do so by pleasing Allah. Which wasn't possible for a guy like him. Or so I thought.

"Green, don't die on me! I can't lose you too.ً" Hamsa Tahir is free-willed, she's bold, she's stubborn. And she's a Muslim. Her parents were killed in the English invasion of their country, and ever since, she lived her life vehemently hating non-Muslims and all they stood for. Sebastian Walsh is cynical, he's arrogant, he's hotheaded. And he's an English man! Not just any English man; he's the son of the invader of Hamsa's land. His mother died at the hands of Muslims when he was young and he grew up with extreme loath for every Muslim's guts. After an unfortunate incident forces them together, no two people could hate each other more than these two do. But what happens when they find themselves forced to trust and help each other in order to survive?

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?

This poem is dedicated to our Raab that is Allah :)

In a religious, traditional and loving Muslim family, there lived a girl with loud and different opinions of her own. Unlike the other girls, Mahra believes in transforming her dreams into reality. She is the first independent woman in her 'Arab' family. For a young girl like herself, she goes through a lot of trouble to achieve what she wishes in her life and for her precious Job. Just when she thinks life's going on perfectly, steps in a man who ruins everything that she's built from all these years. Despite all the hatred she holds in her heart for him, somehow fate brings them both together. A beautiful tale of an unfulfilled love story, that is both enchanting and mesmerizing.

BRIBE THE BRIDE WITH LOVE “Did she say yes?” my best friend Khalid asked. “Of course, after all I offered my bride, a good bribe.” I said while recalling the moment I proposed to her. “Dare I ask, what did you offer her?” “Love. A promise to love and cherish her forever…” My to-be-bride’s face lit up when I had said that to her. She had got all teary-eyed. Oh, how I wished to wipe that smile off of her face and see more of her tears. “I suppose you will not hold on to that promise.” I smirked. “And that’s why you are my best friend. You see, accepting a bribe is a crime which she did and now she’s going to pay for it.” “Offering bribe is a crime too. Won’t you too pay for it my friend?” I scoffed. “Why would I? I did the right thing.” Khalid sighed. “Just be careful, okay ?Are you sure you want to go ahead with this revenge plan of yours without hearing her side of the story? You know marriage is not a joke.” “I saw what happened that day. Seeing is believing dude. And you are right, marriage is no joke and that’s exactly what I am going to show her.” “But-” Khalid tried to reason but I silenced him with what I said next, “I, Razan Shaad, vow to give my lovely bride Faria Zehna as much hatred as I can.” “Don’t make promises you can’t keep bro. You never what will happen in the future.” And with that Khalid walked away.