How does it feel to be coerced to act mature at a age when you're reckoned to dream, How does it feel to lose your beloved ones, How does it feel to be abhorred for being "You", How does it feel to be called by the tag "Terrorists" by homosapiens whom you haven't known all your life, Well to know, Join the spellbinding voyage of a Muslimah who had her fair share of tragedies in life. Brace yourself :)

- 'It keeps me sane.' And sometimes, when all the tears dry up, I bleed words. Highest ranked as :3rd in poems, Started publishing on: 28/02/18 All of these words are entirely original. Please,don't copy and paste.

The fine line between love and hate is usually very thin. What happens when two worlds and personalities collide? Meet Sahir Khan, a ruthless and arrogant businessman. He can go to any extent to crush his opponent. He can't stand anyone coming in his way. What he wants, he gets. Meet Sia Malik, a beautiful, smart, humble but strong headed pharmacist. Sahir and Sias worlds are poles apart but destiny make their paths collide. Will they be able to cope with each other or will their big egos get in their way? Will Sia be able to stand up against Sahirs rotted ideas? Will Sahir be able to let his guard down and actually make Sia see him? Stay tuned for Sia and Sahirs saga! Copyright © 2016. All right reserved to Shona1993

ISLAM IS NOT WHAT YOU THINK IT IS. IT IS MUCH SIMPLER. This girl is different. Her thoughts are different, her choices are different, her dreams are different. But what happens when her dreams collide with society? What happens when they are rejected by culture? What happens when culture is replaced by religion? Read to know the story of a different yet random girl. ~~~~~ Unedited. Contains a lot of grammatical errors. If anyone can edit, pm me.

Book 1 in 'Mend Series' He screams at me, slapping my face twice, 'You deserve all of this! You don't even deserve to live. You should die and do me a favour!' I shield my face, making him more furious. He stopps slapping and I had only few seconds to catch my breath when he kicked my wounded ribs from previous beatings. I screamed, thinking it was loud enough, but was just an feeble attempt to stop Aadil. At that moment, the flashbacks of me being tied to a rod, with my parents enjoying the blood pouring out started playing. It's repeating all over again, and this time I may not survive to escape. I was taken back in time. I feel I am back at that hostage room and me escaping to get out of this country is failing miserably. I mumbled with the little energy I held, 'Mum, Dad, please stop...' But again, it was of no use, as my vision is displaying full of colourful, dancing dots. My breathing is becoming frantic every second, trying not to pass out, but it seems my body doesn't want to keep up with all of this. If this is really my ending, so be it. With that thought, the peace that I always imagined is starting to consume me. This is the end for me. I can finally rest peacefully. The sound of Aadil's voice coming from a wide distance somehow is keeping me awake. Wasn't he by my side? Maybe, maybe he realized how wrong he was all this time. Maybe, just maybe... His voice, that's filled with agony, whispers in a forlorn voice 'I'm sorry Hayati. Please stay alive. Don't leave me...' ___________________ #9 in spiritual ( 29th October 2017) #6 in spiritual (10th December 2017) #5 in spiritual (11th December 2017)

Tears are a sacred link between the heart and soul. They are not the omen of weakness, but a sign of power. They speak more eloquently than thousands of tongues and speak in lengths, no other language can reach. They speak beyond the true boundaries of love and hate, for, these two are such strong words that they can melt hearts but at the same time, can initiate storms and hurricanes of destruction. ~.~.~.~ Her tears narrated stories, her lips were afraid to speak of. She begged for justice and she begged for freedom from the pain she was enduring. But lamentably, life failed at giving her all that. Could only death grant her all that she begged for? Cover by @tentimileyin 2018 Copyright © all legal rights belong to @oluwatimileyin11™ This material may not published, rewritten, copied and translated without my consent. ||81 in generalfiction||-2nd of August, 2018.

Time The best kind of medicine one can possibly have against every kind of pain wether it be physical or a pain from the deepest core of our soul. people always say, "Give them some time and everything's gonna be alright." But, nobody mentions the most important thing which is much more powerful than time and is always needed along with time. Join me on a heart warming story of "Healed, with love" where love heals everything.

✨☾🌙☽✨ "I will not go back with you." Her voice wavered between rage and pure despair. "I will go back to my life. My house. Mohsin" ✨☾🌙☽✨ "There is no place in this world," he sneered, "no depth, no height, no abyss where you can run. The ocean will not swallow you. The deserts will not hide you. The mountains will whisper your name, and the winds will carry it back to me. I have told you before, in the end, it will always be us." "You and I, for as long as time dares to exist. You and I, until the stars burn out. In this life, in the next, in the one beyond heaven and earth-you will still be mine." ✨☾🌙☽✨ Heroes always win, securing their happy endings. Villains always lose, doomed to an unhappy fate. But what if you're both the hero and the villain of your own story? What kind of ending would you deserve then? Read to find out how in his obsession for Shafaq, Justin becomes the villain of his own story. She is his entire world, and he doesn't care for anyone else-not his family, not hers. If caring for her family brings her closer to him, he will be the most devoted guardian, bending over backwards to win their favour. But the moment he senses even the faintest threat that they might stand between him and Shafaq, his devotion turns into ruthlessness. Justin will stop at nothing to keep her by his side, even if it means burning bridges, breaking bonds, or tearing the world apart. Shafaq has to be his or no one's..... #Ambassadors pick in Humour for Month of March 2025

Assalam -u- alaikum !! Firstly I would like to thank ALLAH for giving me such an opportunity to write. So guys its my first story on wattpad and I hope that it worth to be read for you all and I'll try my best to reach your expectations. If u find any grammatical mistakes which is I'm sure there would be so kindly excuse it because English is not my native Language. This is all about fictions. All the names , events , incident etc is my imagination. Any resemblance of any person living or dead ,or incident related to this book its all coincidental and also any resemblance to any other story too. Do vote, comment and share if u liked it. And no nagetive criticism. At the last but not the least it's a big plea DO NOT COPY my work. It's a Muslim story and any one who is willing to read can give a try. Thank you so much for giving a chance to my story. Stay happy and make others happy too. Till then ALLAH HAFIZ.

~. His soul was dark. She was the light. His talks were rude. She was sweet. His smiles were evil. Her smiles were angelic. He was careless. She was careful. He was the KING. She was an ANGEL. The first meeting was weird. He was blown off by her guts. How can an ordinary girl scold a MAFIA KING in front of this world? For him life and death really didn't matter but one day one life meant everything to him, not his but HERS. ~☆ "No no, please don't. I can't let you go", his voice cracked. She let out a silent sob. "I'm sorry, I have to go", she whispered back, his world and hopes collapsed when the wind took her away. Will she be gone forever? ☆~ IT'S A JOURNEY OF AN ORDINARY GIRL AND A MAFIA BOSS. A ROLLER COASTER RIDE. Stay tuned ♡♡