[Reached #1 in Spiritual] He stands there tall, but not the same man I saw yesterday. This man had his shoulders slouched, he was heaving up and down. Not strong and confident as his usual self. His back was to me but he was facing the large office wall that's made out of glass. He leaned closer to the glass and put his head against it. His right hand joined and the glass started fogging. His breathing slowly blurring out the lively New York City. "Mr. Saleh?" I Whispered. He sighs heavily and turns around. I was shocked. His eyes were puffy and red. A fresh tear was slowly making its way down his cheek. He cleared his throat and clenched his jaw. "What?"

Maya Ali, sister of the famous Fawad Ali, was a sociable, gregarious, friendly, amiable, funny, sarcastic, bold, and lively, carefree girl who loved to take selfies. It took one incident to change her. One incident changed her entire life. One incident and her entire world came crumbling down. One incident to turn her into a depressed girl. She had a loving family, a profession she was so passionate about, a flamboyant personality that attracted everyone, the innocence that some people took for granted. She lost that all. She was empty handed. No one was prepared to listen to her. In fact she had no one to talk to. Until he came and rescued her from the mess she had created around herself. Zayan Ahmed who disliked Maya to no end came as the knight in shining armour and saved her. Will Zayan be able to get over his past and give Maya a chance? Was Zayan the one for her? Or will that one incident completely destroy her and finally make her give up hope on life itself? To find out more read "Of Broken Hearts and Tears." Cover by @ItsFirstMalaika If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattpad you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in it's original, safe, form, please go to https://www.wattpad.com/user/Sapphires01. Thank you

{FIRST BOOK IN 'THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE' SERIES} {2014-2018} A girl moved to California two years ago. No one knows what she looks like. All they know is that she wears a hoodie. *~*~*~* "HOLY SHIT, NOAH! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET THE TROLLEY GO?! COME BACK! OH MY FUCKING LIFE, FIZZY DRINKS UP AHEAD--" BANG FIZZ POP "...am I dead?" I'm suddenly grabbed by the back of my hoodie and pulled up from the ground and out of the mess of the opened bottles of fizzy which had exploded when the trolley and I crashed into them. My hands instantly go to my hood and I sigh in relief to find that it hadn't fallen off through all of that. I turn my head and look the the employee who's holding me, his face completely red and the vein in his neck throbbing. "Wassup, dude?" I smile sheepishly. *~* {HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Funny #1 in Sad And #1 in Cancer apparently }

Previously known as The Path To Your Heart Noor Ahmed is a twenty year old muslim girl in university. She has been through a lot but she is still standing strong. Yusuf Salih a twenty two year old CEO he has been glaring at Noor his whole life. They are meant to be married since they were little. So what happens when it's time for their marriage? But what if Noor's past is hunting her? How Yusuf will adjust? Join Noor and Yusuf on their journey of laughter, tears,heartache and maybe love. WARNING It's my first book so behold to extreme loopholes in the story where somethings don't add up. Also excuse all cheesiness pls THANKS FOR READING :) #637 in Romance 1/18/15 #16 in spiritual 8/16/15

"I don't feel anything towards you. You're kind of like my brother." She says, making faces again. Well, if being called a brother by someone you like doesn't sting then what does? "We aren't siblings. We're married. I've given you enough time to accept that." I try to put some sense into her. She shakes her head. "I can't ever accept it." "Too bad. I'm going to make you mine no matter what." ••• Maria comes from a big, rich, happy family. But like all other families, hers isn't perfect either. They criticise her for wearing Islamic clothing and practising Islam. But through every difficulty her faith doesn't waver and she remains firm no matter how broken she is on the inside. When her long gone cousin, Emad, returns home from abroad. Her life slowly breaks apart. For their grandfather wishes for them to be wed. ••• #3 in spiritual #1 in halal #1 in thoughts

-- Life works in mysterious ways. King Patterson never really thought about life in depth. He did not care much for his future. He did not plan. There was no use. He would be six feet under today, tomorrow or the day after that. He took each day as it came, but never took them seriously. That was until fate took him down a completely different route. After crossing paths with someone who paves a way for him to finally find purpose in life...a goal...a final destination that he can work towards, King pulls himself out of one world and falls blindly into another. A world that has A'ishah in it. And she, alone, was enough to make his newly discovered world absolutely perfect. --

Emma is, well, complicated. Her parents hate her and the entire school seems to make her a target. Despite the odds, she is a strong independent girl. She's always wanted a brother, someone who could protect her and teach her. Of course, an older brother in impossible since Anna, the only person who doesn't hate her, is the oldest. Or is she? Trouble arises when a mentally ill stranger begins shadowing her. With the help of her new friend Habiba, Emma travels through an unforgettable adventure towards becoming a Muslim. * WARNING* Updates may be extremely slow, and I'm sorry about that. I still have a life as well as school. I'll try my best to update whenever I can. Cover by @Lone_child (My all time bestie!)

From the author of You, my Punishment and Have you..? 'Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn't possible have any direct correlation to one's happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possible work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, than you are going to do it. It's really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint.' I closed the page of my laptop and sighed. The things I've been reading were not helping me to have peace with myself. I looked in the corner of my room. It looked gorgeous. The blue balloon looked gorgeous. Blue stands for communication, for trust. For logic and for calm. Blue is thinking, light, sun, sky. But to me, blue has the worse inside. To me blue is cold. Blue has lack of emotion. Blue is unfriendly. It was never there for me. No one was. Blue looked gorgeous from the outside, but from the inside it was empty. Empty as my soul. Nila was having a battle inside of her. Her mind wasn't logical. Things never made sense. She was trying to find something, but always ended up with empty hands. She knew that there was a truth somewhere hidden in the world. She knew she would find it. She started receiving letters that was going to change that. But what she didn't know was how broken she would be when she finally found it. How many broken blue balloons will there be when she has finally peace with her mind, peace with her own yellow paint. ~ Islamic romance story. I warn you for the grammar mistakes.

"You are fired," he said, as my heart broke into tiny pieces. "No please sir, don't separate me from Imad. I beg of you," I pleaded in agony. What sins have I committed to deserve this? How can I stay without seeing the child I have been raising like my own for three years. Why is he doing this to me? ••• Layla put her whole life on hold to take care of a young boy named Imad. She has been taking care of him since he was a three years old. They share an unbreakable bond, he counts on her and she has made him her world. Ahmed Damari a tactless, cold hearted business man who has no time to waste and no space for affection. The uncle of the boy. He wants nothing to do with her but he just can't seem to stop thinking about her. What happens when two different worlds collide and when unwanted feelings thrive? Written By: Naila Ali [ Highest Ranked #1 in spiritual.✨] hi

{Completed} My name is Miracle. I got that name when I was fourteen. I can't remember my family. I can't remember my friends. I can't remember anything from the past. Do I even have a past? Where was I born? Who are my parents? What did I like? Did I prefer dresses or sweaters? Was I a girly-girl or a tomboy? I lost everything the moment I came forcefully here. I didn't ask for this nor did I would want it. I came here to loose myself. I came here, because I got kidnapped. Everything I had known, everything I had forgotten came up to surface and tried to swim when he came into my life. He, the one who saved me.. ~ This story is so much more different than my previous ones. This is too emotional and extreme. Its about two people meeting each other in the worse circumstance. Two people who are trying to save each other by loosing themselves. Its still Islamic of course, but that will appear later in the story. If you don't like grammar mistakes, then this story is nothing for you. You have been warned. Also contains it scary parts which could make you cry, so if you can't handle that, then don't read it. Romance. GENERAL DISCLAIMER ABOUT MY WORKS: I write about the things that people don't want to think about. I write about the things that people are turning away from when its mentioned. I write about the things no one warned you about because in their eyes its a taboo to even think of it. I write about atheists, rape, forced marriages- all of the darkest side of life. If you don't like that, then this account is nothing for you.