Highest rank #10 in spiritual "Take me home, please-" She requested him in a broken voice. Haani paused to look in her direction for a moment but she refused to meet his gaze. Nodding more to himself, he understood at once what she meant by home. Walking towards her side of the car he opened the door for her. Without a word she got out and started walking towards the house before Haani could clasp his large hand around her arm to stop her. She abrupty stopped and turned around to face him. Her face as blank as a stone sculpture yet to carve. "It's not safe here." He informed her with genuine concern. "Then where is it safe? With you?" ...... Famous artist Haani Fateen knows that nothing comes for free, you always have to set a bait to catch your fish. So, when he finds the source of inspiration to his art, he sets his game. Sanari Abdul knows one thing, men are enslaved to their desires. So, when she finds herself trapped in his games, she can't escape anymore.

[Highest ranking: #1 in Spiritual on 15/8/18] ••• • In which a girl saved a boy's life in the most unexpected of circumstances • She drank water. He drank alcohol. She had a family who'd take a bullet for her. He had a family who'd throw him under the bus. She dreamt of her future. He dreamt of his death. Both are Muslims but only one is closer to their Lord. ••• *NOT CLICHÉ* This story in no way depicts the true Muslim culture. It's about the modern Muslims nowadays who steer away from the right path. This book contains some strong language, graphic content and violence so I advise you to read it with care. WARNING: too much cuteness you'll die squealing. ©Copyright 2018. sanasays. Any sort of plagiarism of my story will be reported immediately, and that includes my aesthetics and banners as well.

We all want our own 'happily ever after' and I was no different. I aspired to be like Khadija (ra), the wife of prophet Muhammad (saw) strong, faithful and caring for her husband. I wanted to be his everything, his rock, his shoulder to lean on and his best friend. I wanted someone who would complete my deen, love me unconditionally and care for me but up until then the only romance in my life would had to have been my relationship with ice cream. I wanted a love story that would move people to tears, that would be passionate and extraordinary. And boy did I get one...

"Why didn't you tell me he went here?" Sabrina managed to croak out. Her throat was dry and there was a loud drumming sound in her ears which she realized was her heart. "Oh..uh...well..." Leila stuttered and then trailed off. She smiled sheepishly. "I totally forgot about Khalid." Sabrina winced when she heard his name. "How could you?" Sabrina asked, horrified. "You know I don't like him and, not to mention, that he hates my guts!" "Oh, come on! That was years ago. He probably doesn't even remember you." Leila assured, waving her hand. At that moment, Khalid Fayad turned towards them, his eyes landing on Sabrina's. Sabrina held her breath hoping - praying - that he would turn away without recognizing her. Unfortunately, he seemed to remember her all too well. From the way he smirked at her now, Sabrina just knew that her senior year at New Hope High was ruined. _______________________________________________________ A story of racism and hate, of love and acceptance. Can Sabrina overcome the hate that she is wrongly accused of. Can she forgive those who have tortured her life with bitter words and unending cruelty. Can she fight back with not hate, but good?

"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**

"I hope you realize you made the worst f**king decision of your life." She could feel his cold icy blue eyes piercing through her soul. "I didn't ask for this..." tears threatened to fall from her eyes, her lips quivering in fear. His grip on both her wrists become tighter as he slams them hard against the wall, trapping her petite body in-between the wall and his body, "You'll never have a place in my life, let alone my heart, do you understand?" She winces from the pain from her wrists. He slams her arms against the wall again. He leans in close enough to the point where their lips are only inches apart, "I said, do you f**king understand, foolish girl?" His voice rises as he clenches his jaw in an impatient manner. She nods in hopes that he'll let go. And just like that, he lets go of her as she falls to the floor in utter defeat. What have I done... she asks herself. **Full Summary Inside** Cover by: Me, Myself, and I!

HIGHEST RANKING: #8 IN MUSLIM LOVE This Islamic love story plays a modern twist on religious customs while remaining Halaal. Embark on a journey of love and heartbreak with Husna and Zaid as they discover their identities and the definition of love, true love "Haraam love starts in high school and ends when you make Nikkah, real love starts after Nikkah and never ends, for Allah has promised to keep you together in Jannah"

He treaded on a path of destruction, lost among a sea of souls, and then he was drowning in her perfection. * * * * Kanza never expected much from life. She lived through the tragedy of losing her beloved, lived in silent fear of love, lived only to please Allah. Through her perfect mask, she created a viral YouTube channel, one that followed Muslim fashion and streaming games, two giant platforms. She didn't expect it to be popular, nor did she expect a secret admirer. A man of few words and the brother of her best friend leads her to a path of desire and decorum as the two play a game of cat and mouse. Little did Kanza know that two imperfect people were more than capable of being perfect together. (Book Three in the American Muslimah Trilogy, but can be read as a stand alone) •Cover by @IamSumayya•

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

-- We hear many times of couples meeting, spending time together, getting to know one another before getting married and having their happily ever after. How often, though, do we hear of these very people after their happily ever after? How often do we hear stories from relationships which have gone through hell and back? How often do we hear of a love so great that it rekindles after years of destruction? Not very often. Sumayya wakes up one morning to find that her husband has abandoned her, leaving her all alone in their bed, their home and their marriage. Alone and pregnant. For years, Sumayya pushes her way through life, overcoming countless obstacles which life mercilessly throws at a young, single mother of two. The story begins when Zaid, the man she has not seen for four years, shows his face at her work place, and goes on to follow the pair on their whirlwind of emotions, rash decisions and their thorn-filled journey of falling in love all over again.