"Not all Muslims are terrorists." You know how people say never to judge a book by its cover? I shouldn't have done that myself. Growing up with racist parents planted a negative reputation of Muslims in my head. So, I started believing everything they've told me. I thought Muslims were the reason crisis was happening around the world. I thought Islam was an evil religion. But, boy, was I wrong. Everything changed, the day I met the Muslimah next door.

This was not supposed to happen, they were not supposed to meet. An angry young Pashtun with his ego problems was not supposed to fall for the Americanized version of a Pakistani Muhajir, hack life was not decided for love, not for him at least. He was hard headed than why his gray orbs sudden soften for the brown ones. He had decided that he will marry the first girl that came in front of him to prove a point to his theoretically former tribal bride and in laws. But it took a highway route when he saw a certain, lost girl at the Jinnah Airport. A girl in white cotton floor length dress with a brown leather jacket with a pair of converse munching on a packet of lays masala, sitting on her own trolley, flipping her head here and there as her scarf moved with her without even for once being displaced from its original position. Was he ready to marry a girl that he does not know let alone liked by first sight when he knew in his family approval comes from the elders where there is no choice left for them, the broods? He might be an introvert and an honor preserving chap but he was clear when it came to what he wants and needs. He never confused his feelings with his duties as the head of his family or as the impending head of the chief of his tribe, to be the next Emir of Gorgush. Olasyar Khan, was in that state of mind but then why did his heart feel that pine? He was ready to make everything turn according to his desires, the Pashtun in him was not ready to back down and let others lead his life for him. Allah showed him the way, so he will move all the rocks and stones in his path even if he must pick them up by his bare hands. As the tag on the bag read the name, he uttered the last words and left, "Zareen Wadi, be ready to be Zareen Khan." Their fates were already amalgamated, they just had to find their way to each other. The following book does not represent or attack a certain race or cast. Spiritual #33 (4/20)

Ranking #12. (15 july 2018) A story of two strangers. How they met and how their first meeting ended on marriage? Shahyan Hasham malik was a son of billionaire. He himself was a successful businessman. He was the boy that every girl dream of but what happened when at mid night a girl asked him to marry her?? And if he does how will his family take this marriage?? His father was a strick man having his own rules. In order to bring all things normal and to find a solution How will Shahyan and Anabia hide their marriage?? How will they face all problems and will they be able to stay far from each other when love will knock on their hearts.?? On the other side There is a girl named Maham. She's the girl known with fashion and her boldness and her this boldness irritates someone. Ashar who is best friend of Shahyan hate this girl Maham who irritates him. Not a single moment left in which both didn't fight. How these fighters leads to a hidden marriage?? Join them in their Hidden marriage.

Mera Hero (My Hero)--[may-raa 'hirō] • • • A void. A pit cluttered in darkness. Wisps of chilly air seeping into my ripped flesh, peeling back skin and revealing unbearable degrees of pain. I huddled myself closer--as close as my fragility could bear. My heart was weak, yet the palpitations thudded against my chest in fear. Nothing could shield me from the horrors of this world--no one. Yet a garishly lit part of my mind set itself free, and I remembered the words of Allah, and my unwavering faith that had kept me going this far. "Isha..." I peeled open my eyes, honing in on a pair of smouldering grey orbs that peered at me from above. He kneeled down, and the sudden recognition had clouded my mind. It was him. His hand reached forward and the warm contact of his palm with my bloodily bruised and cold cheek was merely enough to ignite me with a minuscule amount of energy. "Isha...you have to come with me now. We must leave," his hoarse whisper echoed within the confined room and I shut my eyes, oddly finding comfort in his voice. "Isha...Isha you can't stay here. I...I can't bear it--I can't bear to see you like this..." He continued to whisper sweet words and promises, but I tuned it out. I tuned it out and a faint smile painted my pale face, because the only thing that I could think of was that he was here. He was here with me. I wasn't alone--I didn't feel the dreadfully consuming fear. "Colton...you're here..." A reassuring squeeze wrapped my hand. "Of course love. I'll always be here." "Hmmmm...mera hero..." • • • The content displayed contains strong use of language and violent themes. For mature audiences. Read at your own risk. #577 in Humour ~ (2/4/19) #472 in Spiritual ~ (12/10/17) :DDD Alhumdulillah.

HR: #10 (09/11/2018)#13 (08/22/18) #14 (08/21/2018)(09/08/2018) #18 (03/23/2017) "No!" Zayn shouted. He was pale as if he had seen a ghost. Eyes wide, lips parted, hair disheveled and hands raised towards her. Salma took a step towards the edge. "Stop! Get down!" "Don't come near me," she warned. It was a broad, three-foot ledge but how far could she cross it to escape him? The parking lot was a long way down - a dark abyss. Salma felt movement behind her. She stepped away from the edge and turned her attention on Zayn again, but she was already too slow. He had grabbed a handful of her abaya. Salma tugged at it to set it free. "Get down!" Zayn demanded, his voice frantic. "Let me go!" "Just get down!" "No, you --" "JUST GET THE FU--" "-- back off first!" "--DOWN FROM THE LEDGE!" Salma's left heel dipped. She had not realized she had been backing away as she argued with him. Startled by the sudden vacuum, her upper body reacted by jerking forward. Her arms flailed as she lost her balance. Her heart jumped to mouth. She was going to fall to her death. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Passed down the family, the weight of a centuries-old trust was placed upon Salma Rahman when she was only two. The little Sthooriy girl from Oochath tribe has now grown up into a smart, passionate, but a very stubborn young lady who lives a happy, though sheltered life. Having picked an unexpected interest in bees, she has her eyes set on becoming an entomologist. Everything seems to work out, until an accident befalls her on her way to a camping trip, and her only companion in the desolate wild, Zayn Harris, strikes her like a bolt from blue. Old conspiracies resurface, new enemies are made. She's attacked left, right and center, and in the middle of it all, he insists on taking her on a ride to get lost.

As if being kidnapped from a poverty-stricken town in the Middle East was not horrifying enough, Hayat Ishfaq, a 21 year-old American Muslim, is forced to watch the slow beheadings of her own students. But, those are the least of her worries. ~A Wattpad Featured Story~

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!

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)

I drink hard, I play hard, I f*ck hard and I thrive hard in everything I do. I am care free. I use women like toilet papers. I don't care who gets hurt and why they get hurt. And I proceed to live happily. But my problem started when a f*cking Muslim bitch came to live next door. I have to keep my music low because the bitch has to sleep, I have to keep my f*cking inside the apartment because she couldn't soil her eyes. Well, guess what? I don't. People don't mess with me for a reason and this bitch is about to find it out. I am Robert or Rob. Whatever you choose to call me. I need a break from life. My step father kicked me out of the house for refusing to marry the man he choose for me. That is least of my problems. My problem is Rob, the moron who play heavy metal music all night, make out in the open and does a lot of things that is making my life a difficult one. He is too dangerous. He can completely destroy me. Yet..... Can life be anything but cruel? I am Amira and I about to find out. ****************************** I set to destroy her yet I destroyed myself - Rob I meant to change him and became a changed woman - Amira ************************** Please also read "A flower From Heaven (Zahra)", the story of Zainab and Stuart, the billionaire. The rogue Assassin , story of Safia, the doctor and John who kill for a living.

Laila Barakat is a normal eighteen-year-old girl. She just got received a full scholarship to a private college and works a part-time job to help support her family. She lives in a small house with her mother and little brother and often finds it hard to make the ends meet. When Laila steps into college, she instantly becomes an easy target for everyone because all the other students are from rich families. However, Farid Ibrahim can't seem to get enough of her. Laila's witty comebacks and honest eyes are doing something to him and he is intent on truly knowing her... no matter what. Signing a four-month marriage contract and faking their relationship will have its consequences. Will their ego let them accept their feelings or is it going to get in the way of their story?