Winner of the 'Readers Choice Award' in Historical Fiction. Winner of the 'Readers Choice Award' in Spiritual Category. Winner of Best Muslim Readers' Choice Awards: Prince of Knights _____________ Arabs are well known for their culture, Poetry, and hospitality. They are also known for their bravery and leadership. Faris, son of Sheikh Mubarak a hard-hearted man known among his tribe. No man is brave enough to raise his voice in his presence. His mission was to demolish his enemy's tribe for annihilating one of his men. However, fate decided something new when blood feud was only resolved by his marriage to the daughter of his enemy. Raghad is just like any other Muslim girl, who wishes to marry the man of her dreams but she meets Faris the Knight with no heart. He only fears his Lord his maker and no one else. With no other option to resolve blood feud Raghad steps over her dreams to shield her tribe. Will Faris unbolt the gates of his heart for her? Read to find out what happens in this love story. Prince of Knights, based on a Bedouin lifestyle. FOLLOW TO READ!

[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?"

"Cora, whether you like it or not, you belong to me. You're mine! Do you understand that? I suggest you accept it because I won't allow you to decide otherwise. You see, in my world, life is like a game of chess, and darling...you've just became the queen, my main piece." "Well...It's a good thing I've never been fond of chess. In fact, I've always preferred monopoly." With that, I slammed my foot down on his, shoving him aside while running for the shut door. He was beyond mad. Looking over my shoulder, I smiled innocently up at his enraged expression and tense stance. "And luckily, I have a get out jail free card." _______________________________ C O P Y R I G H T. R E S E R V E D. Guilty for loving cliche possessiveness, control and jealousy, I decided to create my very own story involving just that. This is nothing professional or overly realistic. it's just a fun story filled with game playing, banter, romance and humour.

First Place winner in Hidden Gems Awards First Place Winner in Wattys Writing First Place Winner in Sanguine Awards "This should be published" mesmerizing love "An invaluable, compassionate and spiritual harvest of redemptive insights that will both excite and Challenge the reader. It is not only written skillfully but with a rare mix of loving attention, humor, practical wisdom and reality of life. It is a gem to be treasured" -Teddydock "You remind of Charles Dickens " -LilyJames165 "The script and flower beyond amazing. This book is different from all the others books I've read" -AMFawaz "You have spun such beautiful. characters " -Lazzah "You have a way with your words" -Witch_red PROLOGUE A morbid journey lands Falaq in a foreign Manor 'Dar-Al-Maqamah' where she finds her destiny amidst the mysterious walls. The house has only men. Mysterious arrogant Men. Men like a mountain,speech-likee steel with their backs straight and mannerisms hailing from the best of knowledge. Indulge in elegance. A story of falling hearts and weeping stones enduring the reason to live. Come fall in Love....... (Please give it a read to taste the flavors of this twisted tale. Please leave some feedback, I'd really appreciate. Copyright material. All work is originally adapted into words by @twistedapology Thank You. God bless)

#11 in Islam under spiritual (5/1/17) #14 in spiritual (8/2/2016) •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• *EDITING- Please bear with me I know it's a difficult read because of how bad its structure is; also since the story is being edited - it may take a while to do so - the plot may not really make sense right now* "The front door opened and in came the monster poopie but without the nincompoop. He leaned on the kitchen island with his cold eyes staring into my glaring ones. "Mum and Dad have called us over for dinner tonight." He said. "Alright. What time?" I asked. "Around 8pm. Dress nicely." He said curtly looking at what I was wearing. I scowled at what he said and went to my room taking Simba with me. I prayed my Asr Salah. And got down to business; of what to wear tonight." Read inside to find out Sophia's and Nadir's story!