Why do you think I would be okay with the man who allegedly killed his former three wives? Or did he? --- Why do you think I would be okay with the girl who tried to ruin my plants? Or would I?

If somebody asked Zahra - "do we ever reach a point in time when we just cannot love a person any longer?" - she wouldn't know. Zahra Yusuf is the most sensible girl in her family. She listens to her mind more than her heart, maybe that's why her Nani keeps telling her - she needs to plant a few seeds of love in the soil of her soul. She has buried many secrets in her past, and they all are slowly catching up to her - maybe because somewhere between sadness and exhaustion, she hadn't learnt the lessons she was meant to. She didn't have a clear head back then. But to the same question, the hopeless romantic that her heart is, would answer - 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵. Perhaps it's this inner voice that leads Zahra towards Shafaq even after the incidents at Anaargis. A story of trust and pain - and how both are a perfect mix of ingredients for love, even after bitterness. • • • L O V E B E Y O N D A N A A R G I S ( g e n r e : r o m a n c e / s p i r i t u a l ) © writer_muslimah | Jasmin A.

"I trusted you," Mirha said in a voice barely above a whisper, trying her best to keep tears from falling down her cheeks, trying and failing. Hadi paused for an entire second. "Well, you shouldn't have. Not my fault," He spoke softly, evenly, his face pale and pinched as if trying to hold back emotions of his own. *** A best friend. A chase gone wrong. An empty promise. Out of control, unexpected run-ins. Out of control, unexpected feelings. And you've got a conundrum. Mirha Qadeer was a simple village girl new to the capital city. She felt like a fish out of water in her university but tried her best to fit in and study hard. She made a few mistakes along the way but she had never thought she would have to pay this high a price in return. Hadi Maher was not your nice, friendly guy next door, nor was he a ruthless bad boy. He was something else entirely. But whatever he was, Mirha Qadeer should never have been a part of it. But she somehow forced her way in, and now he has to make a choice, a choice that will take too much from him either way, a choice that's threatening to undo him. --- There are typos and some grammatical mistakes in the story. Will be editing soon.

(Completed) Began: 7/28/2017 End: 12/1/2017 Wipe your damn feet before stepping into my shitty life, cause God knows I'm a fucking mess and don't need any more shit. Note, if you're easily sickened then get the fuck out, I don't need any more unnecessary shit. Who even fucking planned this tour? I didn't. I'd rather be watching the Notebook then relay to you my shit of a story. Am I always a bitch? Bitch please, this is me being nice. Am I happy that you're willing to read my story? Well, frankly...no. I wouldn't give a lizard's ass if you read this book or not, but the author seems to have worked a little bit more than her lazy ass is capable of so it would be...ahem..nice if you did. I hope it somehow educates you and makes it one less stupid person on this damn earth. Cover made by @Beauty4evar

In a religious, traditional and loving Muslim family, there lived a girl with loud and different opinions of her own. Unlike the other girls, Mahra believes in transforming her dreams into reality. She is the first independent woman in her 'Arab' family. For a young girl like herself, she goes through a lot of trouble to achieve what she wishes in her life and for her precious Job. Just when she thinks life's going on perfectly, steps in a man who ruins everything that she's built from all these years. Despite all the hatred she holds in her heart for him, somehow fate brings them both together. A beautiful tale of an unfulfilled love story, that is both enchanting and mesmerizing.

"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:)

A tale of love, loss, and new beginnings. Hareem wants to start over, Momin is stuck in the past. Can a newly wedded couple learn to love and accept one another while also dealing with an uncertain future and a haunting past? Trigger warning: ptsd, suicide, death. Copyrighted © Saroosh M.

*SEQUAL TO GOLDEN STORMS* The great gates of Tridari have closed behind Falaq and Hudayfa. Secrets hide in the shadows and relationships are built and broken throughout the Palace' catacombs. What awaits will test the young warrior's resolve and the assassin's loyalties.

#1 in TwistedLife. #1 in ForgottenPast #2 in Muslims. #2 in duaa #2 in Qadr #4 in haraam #5 in Hopes. I believed, This world is merely a test of strives. I trusted, Finding and falling in love... ... with anything attached to this universe ...would give me a string of heartache. For I felt, Nothing is meant to be forever in this mere world. Nothing. Then you came along. You came like a prince on your horse To sweep your long lost princess away. You brought back all my forgotten fantasies to reality To show me, It was just as fine as to have faith in those dreams. You came to shelter me in your arms, Shadowing me away from this world. You made me believe, This world is not always just about the pain of struggles. You reminded me, To not fall in love with anything that is not permanent. This world is not permanent, You are in this world. You are not permanent too. Again, you made me known, In your own way, You are not meant to be merely existed in this world. You are always supposed to be my forever, Forever in my breath, Forever in my heart, Forever in Jannah. Assallaamu alaikum everyone :) This book is my first attempt at writing. I hope you guys will support me throughout this journey. I will really appreciate it. And this book is open to all. Anyone can read this book and give your views. Non Muslims are always welcome to read. {Detailed blurb and description inside}

Mashal Naeem thought she knew exactly who she was until she was rescued by her neighbour, flown on a private plane and driven on a talking car, kidnapped by terrorists and learned to fight. All because of being the daughter of Naeem Ansar, the founder of Alnihayya. Where freedom is precious than blood.