A young muslimah,Ashwaq, wakes up from a coma in a hospital experiencing amnesia. The thought of having a blank mind is killing her,why can't she remember? what caused her accident that led to her coma? Can she do this on her own? she meets her doctor,Yusuf again. How far can he go with aiding her without being her Mahram? Can Yusuf cope being close to the one his heart desires? Check out more of this book on okadabooks.com. The next book is coming up also named' The crystal in the sea' Don't forget to read, vote!!! Instagram at maibornu_inks. If you want to get to see more of my works, write ups and quotes.

{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.

#82 in spiritual on January 30' 2018 Zenith Amir Qureshi a Pakistani Muslim had everything in her life she asked for..Perfect Parents, 2 Bestfriends which are like sisters to her. But never take anything for granted. One incident change her life which was her loving mother death. After her mother death, she was completely broken. Being the only child of her parents. Her Father takes a decision to send her London to her Aunt Sadeeqa for further studies. Zenith is not a perfect Muslima but always tried to be become a good Muslim. So this is the story of a Pakistan-Hijabi girl and her journey to a new world which is completely opposite from where she belonged. Cover by @LuxRaven P.S= I hope you guys will enjoy her journeyy.. full of excitement,nervousness,strongness. And to find out about how deals with Mr.jerk, you have to read the book Obviously xx P.S.S= Being Muslim & Pakistani Doesnot mean we spread terriorism.. just like other religion..Islam Spread peace.. and the terriorists don't have any religion atleast in my dictionary.

Love,a magnamous four lettered word that can provoke joy, happiness yet it has the the power to incite destruction and chaos. Why is it always linked with pain? Her heart barricaded by walls of self belief, decorated with tangled thread of Faith and integrity , she craves love that has infinte depths after bumping into a heartbreak that leaves her helter skelter. Craving and wanting is another part of life that only the lucky get what they really want. Him. He wears his heart on his sleeve, lightens up other people's worlds but to his misfortune his world is full of darkness that would only be illuminated by her presence in his life. But they are contrast to one another. Will they have an intertwined fate together? Be with me to discover the fate of these two caged hearts. Gorgeous cover by Twinkle_Teardrops

"The reason we can't let go of someone is because deep inside, we still have hope." Then, let go. That so-called hope, it's destroying you. "It was us against the world, what happened?" She didn't appreciate the world you were offering her. "We were once so damn happy." Stop looking for happiness in the same place you lost it. It was once there, but not anymore. - - - His heart belongs to someone else. Her heart belongs to him. She wants to be his moonlight in the dark. He... he wants her to be his mistake. **Full Summary Inside**

He craved the sweetness of her touch, crazed in a frenzy for a woman too pure for his bitter life. * * * * Tasneem was a natural artist. She could create masterpieces with anything whether it be makeup, paints, or cooking. Her tuition bills are becoming too hard for her family to handle and their café isn't as popular as it was before. Until one day, the ruthless CEO of Tarkan Industries walks in and completely changes everything. Two personalities that constantly clash and a tragic past leave Tasneem more eager to unravel the mysteries behind the cold CEO. Perhaps, she might finally be the one to bring peace to his bitter soul with only the recipe of sweetness. (Book Two in the American Muslimah Trilogy, but can be read as a stand alone) •Cover by @IamSumayya• [Featured by Wattpad] [Highest ranking: #1 in Spiritual] WARNING: Last few chapters are removed for publishing. Book is published and available on Amazon :D

A Crush. The word brings the meaning clearly. It crushes you at the end. And Aisha was a victim to this 'crush'. She adored the guy and was head over heels for him but then it vanished maybe because she grew up or maybe she just kept it hidden. Aisha lived her life in peace completely erasing her teenage memories of her crush after he left for good but! He returns and she's back into her swirl of roller coaster. Would Aisha's past feelings swirl back into her heart? Or would she have turned herself stone cold? Would He reciprocate her feelings? Or would he find someone better off? Or maybe he would fall for her but she would have long lost her feel? Maybe, Maybe she loves. Or maybe he loves. Maybe. Who knows what the future holds?

-Complete- He was her guide, And she was his darling. He was her rock, And she was his home. He was her ease, And she was his joy. He was her love, And she was his world, But he was a man with a duty, And he had to answer when his land called. ▪•▪•▪•▪•▪•▪•▪•▪•▪•▪•▪•▪•▪•▪•▪•▪•▪ Cover credit ▪️@gangstainheels247

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.

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||