Medina Jahan a devout Muslim girl Jake William white her childhood best friend When they both realise that they see themselves more than just friends that's when the real problem begins. Medina will not go against her beliefs and her parents to seek her happiness with the only boy she will ever love Her religion is against it and she knows her community will never approve. Jake wants to make Medina his and he's willing to do whatever it takes. Join them on their journey and find out will love prevail or will there be hearbreak written in their path. Please note: I don't own the cover to my story.

She sat on couch closing her eyes in a bridal posture.He entered the room and after collecting all his guts he spoke " I just wanted to tell you that I married you only for my mom and I'll never be able to love you " . She jumped in happiness listening to those words and a genuine smile crept on her lips as she asked him " are you serious? I mean I wanted to tell you the same thing I married you only for sake of my family and I too can never love you " . he stood shocked in his place . He couldn't believe on her words but he felt his problem was solved . you might have seen couples with hate between them. you might have even seen couples with love between them. But here is a couple with no love and no hate between them . What kind of chemistry do you think they will have ? come join the unseen journey of this couple . This is a sequel of secret admirer but even if you haven't read it its fine . The story is of Anat. you'll know her if you have read Secret Admirer. Began on 27 feb 2017

Copyright© "Leave me alone!" I said pushing at his chest so he would let me go. Every step I took back he took another closer towards me. "I knew I could crack your code" he smirked so accomplished with himself. "What do you want from me?" I asked my eyes narrowed at him as anger flooded within me. "One simple thing, only you can give me. I want you Madina, I want you to be mine" he whispered in my ear which caused shivers to run down my spine. I squeezed my eyes shut, repeating his words in my mind. I opened my eyes staring into his stormy ones. I put on the sweetest smile ever and said; "You wish asshole" With that I turned around to walk away. He grabbed my upper arm and slammed me against his rock hard chest. Damn is he secretly a tree? I asked myself, but snapped quickly back to reality. "Don't leave me" Bryson said in a broken voice, which caused me to furrow my eyebrows at him. "Why do you care if I do?!" I yelled which made me flinch at my own voice. "Because everyone leaves. I won't allow you to leave me. Not now, not ever Beads" -------- Who's the Hijabi's Best Mistake? Keep reading to find out! Islamic love story, BUT I want all to read doesn't matter your religion. All are welcome my loves ❤ !!UPDATES EVERY SUNDAY, OR EARLIER. USUALLY ONCE, OR TWICE A WEEK I UPDATE!! #5 In Spiritual May 1st, 2018! #1 In Hijab October 31st 2018! #1 In Hijabi January 11th, 2019! Current cover made by: @AllahIsMyBff

Chapter 1 The rules As a Somali girl I live in a paradox with two major ideologies pulling at me to stand with them or face ruin. These two ideologies are religion and culture. Most people would assume that the Somalia culture not only adheres to Islam but reflects it within our own unique East African identity. This is a un-educated presumption that has taken me till now to realize is a false equivalence. For the little world I live is not governed by the equitable and inherently just system of Islam but by another thing entirely which morphs itself depending on region and time. The Somali culture if examined with truth has very little to do with Islam and is more a mix of nomadic beliefs, Arabian culture, Colonial hang-ups, nationalism and a large amount of self-hate. This may seem disparaging of my own culture however I have stopped fighting the truth and accepted what I can be a part of and left what my religion disallows. To come to this point in my life it has taken a large amount of self-reflection, loss and re-education. The first time I was asked to choose between culture and religion where the two ideologies came face to face was when I left high school and without prior consent of my own I became part of " the marriage games". The marriage games are played by all eligible young men and women in my community. No-one will ever admit to being part of this charade however we all acknowledge it as we all know " that marriage is half of our deen". The games however present entirely different depending on your gender. For women your eligibility depends on your status within the community and your public personality. There are strict rules and regulations you must adhere to if you are to " win" a eligible young man. Rules 1. You must never be a hoe ( now the parameters of this are widely debated... but all agree that you must not lose your innocence to a man at all)