One world, split into into two. Two fates, destined to intertwine. A bond, shattering apart. She's tearing. he's breaking. Tears are spilling, While the pain of a secret aches their hearts to a point where man has never been. How far will they go to keep a single secret.. When the two pathways cross, will they be able to bear the pain... of losing each other all once more? Updates every Sunday.

"But I'm your-" "I'm your what?!" He cut her off. She flinched at the acidity in his voice. "My wife?" He scoffed inching in on her until he was arms length. His eyes bored into the depths of her soul. He slurred the words with venom dripping from his tone. "You're only a signed contract, nothing more!" * * * "What's that shit doing on your face? you better remove it! you can't be walking on the streets of Chicago wearing that, this isn't your filthy Pakistan!" he ruthlessly spoke with disgust. "You mean my veil?" She questioned with fear placing a hand on her Niqab. "If it isn't obvious" "Please, don't call it that, it's my veil, my identity" "I'm sorry what?" "I can't remove it Saahir, p-please don't make me do this, its a part of me" she begged on the verge of tears. "I said take it off!" He yelled in a deep menacing voice and pulled it off her face throwing it mercilessly on the floor. Fresh tears pooled from her eyes Frustration built through him. He grabbed her shoulder and forcefully dragged her pushing her onto the floor. The floor hit Meeza harder than she had expected. "Oww" she yowled as the pain shot through her shoulder. Highest rank #1 IN SPIRITUAL Always in the top 15 Alhamdulillah #notyouraverageclichèbook. First published on 4th February 2018

( Spiritual/Romance ) "Dont worry wifey .. This is just temporary, I have no intentions of keeping a women like you as my wife for real.THIS WILL BE OVER SOON! " He spat on my face with disgust. "What will be over?" I asked holding back my tears. "This arrangement sweetie .. The husband wife game we'll be playing for the next few days .. I will divorce you the moment you reach your home and then we'll be free from this meaningless marriage agreement" He replied sternly. ***************** Meet Anaya the 20 years old stubborn Muslim girl living in America.All she ever wished for was a loving family but as they say "The world is not a wish granting factory".When things were falling apart all she could think of was to run .. So she did! Meet Dubai's largest hotel chain CEO and the youngest business tycoon Asher Ibrahim.He's handsome and very Islamic.All he ever desired was to marry his childhood love Zulafeh but what can one do when your fate is already written and you're supposed to cross paths with a complete stranger. * Is it a fairytale? No !! The girl in fairy tales never gets kidnapped, forcefully married and raped by the guy's own relatives. * So what is it? This novel is actually the journey of two people with totally different perceptions of love, who learn to discover the new meanings of the four letter word that is now changing their life without them realizing. Is it really the forceful relationship which is bounding them to fulfill their wedding Vows or has the love cupid already knocked their doors? Read and find out :) All rights reserved by Hijabi_dreamer97

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||

Some commonly asked questions and their answers according to Quran and sunnah. In sha Allah with reference

"I'm lost ya Allah help me". Have I traveled too far not to return back? Not to get your forgiveness? I'm sorry Allah , I think it's better if I sacrifice this life, I hope you will forgive me, I'm sure you will be happy getting back your soul that was temporarily given to me. Allah please forgive me. " inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi raajioon". ............... An echo could be heard from far. As if something bad is on verge to happen, It's the heart, " why am I so restless even after sitting on my most favourite spot". While gazing the beautiful sunset , suddenly it started appearing to be foggy . As I turned to depart , my gaze landed on figure afar . Is there someone on the edge of the cliff? Oh my Allah I have to save him/ her, it's quit foggy I can't even see clearly , I'm sure there's someone and is upto something, I got up with an instant and started running . "It isn't far .... what if I'm unable to save that person? Ya Allah help me to help that person". Approaching near to the figure . I called out loud enough to be heard. Hey ! You there! Can you hear me? Helloooo!!!! Foggy climate changed its course to a cloudy one and started drizzling. I was gasping for air, breathing heavily I stopped and reached right behind him,stood for a few minutes to bring back my breathing at normalcy and then finally uttered in a shaky voice . "What do you think you are doing ? If you want I can help you InshaAllah! "Can you hear me? Why are you doing this? Please don't do this , you are important and unique." To my surprise he turned . "Yes I am, if you think so, and You are the reason why I am here, you are my Noor, only mine, no one can have you, I know you don't know me, I was speechless to this revelation. The only words could escape my mouth were, " Who are you? "