-UNEDITED- | IBRAHIM BOOK I | Iqraam Ibrahim; a billionaire who had it all. A loving family, money, fame, an empire and was living his dream as a CEO and Racer. He felt that he was 'Content.' And that 'Content' changed to something more when he met a certain niqabi. She became his Assistant and with a little (okay alot) of sparks and feelings, he fell in love. Except there was much more to the Niqabi then just her poise and posture or intelligence. And he would do anything to call her, his. New bonds, family reunion, shocking pasts and outrageous news- all in one. Welcome to the tale of two hearts, poles apart, The Billionaire and The Niqabi. © scopian_16 2015

"I know that we will never be a real couple, but we can at least be nice to each other Aneel" I told him. I've had enough. Tears were starting to prick my eyes, but I didn't let them fall. He looked over at me in a weird expression. Like if I died in front of him, he wouldn't care. "You don't get it, do you?! I. will. never. love. you! I will never care for you. You wait, every day, for me to come home and have dinner with you like normal couples do- you are pathetic. You are nothing! Absolutely nothing to me. You are not even worth my words. You are a loser who has nobody- your parents? They are just like me. They knew that you were worthless and wanted to get rid of you" he said angrily. I was not angry at him. He was telling the truth. I'm nothing. Never was, never will. I nodded. He was right. He was so damn right. Sahra Ali is eighteen years old when she gets married. It was not a marriage out of love, no, she was forced into it. Shre grew up being abused. Her parents sold her for money. No parent would do that, so are her so called parents her real parents? She is trying to survive this marriage, because she believes in Allah and knows that He had a good reason that He gave her all these pain. Aneel Osman is a badboy who wants nothing to do with Islam. He was a muslim when he was younger, but when something bad happened, he blamed Allah for it. Deep inside he knows that it is wrong, but shoves that thought away. He began doing the things Allah prohibited. There was no one to hold onto or to pull him out. He kept falling and falling. And when he has to deal with that girl his parents wants him to marry, he is losing himself more and more. Read the description in the book for the fully version! This is a short draft! ~ Salaam guys, this story is edited! Almost everything has CHANGED and it is now a mature story. I like how it turned out. Thank you for all your support! It still contains small grammar mistakes. You have been warned:)

No matter how close you are to them, there are certain things you just don't say. No matter how lonely you feel, there are certain people you just don't befriend. No matter how much you've fallen, there's always a guy you shouldn't give your heart to... Sadly for me, I learnt the last one only after I had gotten my heart broken. They say that you shouldn't look down upon anyone, or you will be put in their situation and made to experience the crisis. When I was fourteen, I had rolled my eyes at a girl who was sobbing histerically over a guy who liked her best friend. And I was probably paying the price for that now. However, I was trying my best to fit my feet in the shoes I had been given. I was trying and I was managing just fine. What I didn't need was a trouble maker who entered my life without permission. The guy who claimed to be bowled over by me, the one with a broken heart. Little did he know, I had entrusted myself to Al Malik, The Owner of me and my heart. And if he had to reach me, he had to do so by pleasing Allah. Which wasn't possible for a guy like him. Or so I thought.

He was a storm, destined to destroy anything that comes his way. A hurricane that spun so fast, it carried everything beautiful and threw it away. A tornado that was unaware of all the destruction it had caused. She was a girl. Simply, but she made him feel something he had never felt before. No one can tell when they look at her that she has lived nightmares and endured unspeakable horrors. She has lost all hope that anyone in this world can heal the pain that is etched on every inch of her heart. She believes no one can mend her fragile heart without breaking it apart. Raabiya Azeem Zulfikaar is a successful and independent young woman. Intent on pleasing her Lord and keeping her family smiling, her journey takes unexpected turns when her life gets tangled with two men, namely Yusuf Alwaan and Huzaifah Moosa. Men with indistinct pasts, ambiguous motives and melancholic hearts. Which one of them is destined to rid her of her pain and suffering? ----- An Islamic, spiritual love story hoping to bring you closer to Allah.... Insha Allah! Keep reading♡

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||

This year, with the grace of Allah, I embarked on one phenomenal journey to the blessed lands of Makkah Mukarammah and Medina Munawarrah. And I felt something out of this world, so I decided to share it with all of you in hope that you will feel the love I felt in these blessed grounds. Travel with me through my words. All right reserved 2017

After all we are one nation. One voice and one blood. Somewhere along the lines, the same feelings disperse within us. Maybe you can relate through my inner voice. All rights reserved. Theabayahgirl/instagram