Meet Nadia, a seventeen year old strong and fearless hijabi who wants nothing more than to get through senior year and achieve good grades without any problems. However, her plans are completely turned upside down when a group of new students suddenly arrive at her school and one of those students is planning on making her life living hell. Why? It's simple. Because she's Muslim and a certain person thinks that her 'kind' are responsible for his dark past. Now meet Adam, the notorious, badass, and popular kid of SilverDale High. Adam has a dark past and he won't let those responsible for it escape. 3 years ago he promised to take revenge and make the lives of those responsible living hell. And now 3 years later, he still remembers his promise. Follow Nadia on an incredible life changing journey where she's ready to flip the tables and teach someone a good old lesson; Don't judge a book by it's cover. • • • She's different. Obviously. She's unique. More than usual. She gets bullied. Because of what's on her head. She's called names. Just for her religion. She's treated unfairly. Because of the media and society. --- --- Achievements!!! - 3RD place (spiritual) in the Ethereal Awards 2018!!! 09/08/2018 - 2ND place in the muslim fiction awards (Teen Fiction) AND - #2 in #muslimlivesmatter 09/08/2018 - #6 in #projectbadassgirls 26/11/2018 - #1 in #defence 30/11/2018 - #78 in #bullied 04/12/2018 - #81 in #spiritual 24/02/2019 - #1 in #dontjudgeabookbyitscover 07/04/2021 - #4 in #muslimah 10/04/2021 ATTENTION - Everyone is welcome to read, no matter your religion 🤍 -This book is currently under MAJOR editing and is going to be majorly re-written - This book is NOT Cliche, and there won't be any romance!

[Sequel to The Girl With The Headscarf] [Highest ranking yet: #9 in Spiritual] » she came undone and it was a beautiful tragedy «

❝Assallam alay-❞ Holy chicken. Hottie alert. Does my veil look sexy? The holy month of Ramadan; a month where Muslims are required to fast, abstain from sins, and connect spiritually with Allah. It's also the month where Paulina Suarez--the practicing, straightforward, biracial Muslimah--tries to avoid acting on her feelings for the goofy baker boy who has been assigned to make food for her break of fast for the next 30 days. 30 days. She just has to endure his heartwarming smiles, sense of humor, and amazing talent in the art of making samosas for 30 days without jumping his bones. ...And without killing that co-worker of his that's just trying to get to him before Ramadan is up. Yep...no pressure at all. *** a/n: so much fluff... you'd probably suffocate. THIS IS AN OLD DRAFT. Featured Under Editors' Picks, April 2021. WINNER OF THE LEBOOK AWARDS (BEST CHICKLIT/HUMOR) 2016 cool cover by Mistalee_

● SLOW UPDATES ● She stood tall with her head held high, her eyes that were once dull in his presence were now filled with life. Her arms were linked with her husband as she stared at the man in front of her. Her red lips turned into a smile as her husband wrapped his arms around her waist. Her golden dress shining in the light. He rubbed small circles on her waist to calm her nerves. She started at the man who was suppose to be her hero, who suppose to care for and love her unconditionally. So with her voice held with confidence and elegance, she spoke, looking him right in his eyes, "You lost, Mahmoud Sayd"

"This is Rumaan's child" I heard mama said. I didn't look up at her. I keep my head lowered. because I didn't have the courage to face her. "This is not my child," he said abruptly. I looked at him with wide eyes. I was beyond shocked. What he just said. Did I hear him right? No, he can't say that. How can he? But as he looked away from me, my heart beats stopped. my breath hitched. And that's where he broke me completely "HOW DARE YOU RUMAAM" mama yelled and slapped him. "Mama..." he was shocked that his mother slapped him " don't call me mama.," she yelled and was about to hit him again but I stopped her "no mama," I said and they all turned to me I slowly get up and went in front of them " he's right.. this is not his child" I put my hand on my stomach and said I had tears in my eyes but I did not let them fall in front of him whom I loved with my everything because now I was tired of crying for his love. I was blind. Blind by love but not anymore. Everyone looked at me shocked even Rumaan couldn't believe what I just said ★★★ Hana Rafeeq Mirza a beautiful innocent kind-hearted 20 years old girl Everyone loves cared and respect her but the one she loves since childhood her cousin her love of life, didn't love her neither he respects her. Rumaan Ahmed Mirza a hot handsome and flirt 23 years old boy. He was famous as a playboy in America. He never cared for those things which he gets easily and that's what Hana whom he got so easily. And he just wanted to get rid of her at any cost. He knew that Hana was crazy for him that's why he always took her advantage. Will Rumaan ever realize his mistakes or if he realised it will be too late??? Want to know?? Yes? Then join their journey with me Warning: this is my first story and English is not my mother tongue. so it maybe has a lot of grammar mistakes. So read it at your own risk Started: 26/1/2020 Finished:16/6/2020 #1 in heartbreak #4 in betrayal #3 in spiritual #1 in innocent #1 in spiritual

"Allah guides whom He wills to the straight path." (Al Baqarah | 213) Aasiya is the girl who has it all. At least that's what everyone tells her. So, why can't she escape this emptiness inside her; that's slowly eating her away? Moving back to Pakistan for her medical degree was the answer she sought, but her life turns upside down, when she is forced into an unwanted alliance. Can Aasiya untangle the knots of her heart, as she journeys through life, whilst battling with herself? Will a happy ending await her, with the one she desires? Or truth will break her and cause her to fall apart? *RATE ON GOODREADS*

Completed on May 29, 2020. ~ "Ap...." (You....) Muntaha couldn't utter anything else as Faris 'shh'ed her. He grabbed her by her shoulders and turned her around. Their eyes met in the mirror and they stood staring into each others eyes for what felt like eternity. Muntaha couldn't handle the heat of his gaze anymore and looked down shyly making Faris chuckle. He moved all her hair to one shoulder and tied the tassel at the back. He then saw the golden neclace lying on the table. He had noticed she never took it off, last night she was wearing this necklace even though she had taken off every other jewellery and makeup which made him hide a smile. He picked up the necklace from the table and tied it around her neck. She, who was continuously looking down with her chin touching her chest, looked up when she felt something cold touching her neck. Her eyes again met his and this time she didn't look down. Actually, she couldn't look down as his grey orbs held her green ones captive. Faris then took something out from his pocket and handed it to Muntaha. She looked at her hand in confusion and realised he put some money in her hand. She questioningly looked back at him who kissed her temple and said, "Apna sadqa de dena." (Give your sadqa.) Crimson tinted her cheeks as he left the room leaving his wife in a whirlwind of emotions. The air around her giggled at the mess of a girl who stared at her husband's back with haya surrounding her. ~ This is a story about an 18-year-old girl Muntaha Saleem trying to follow her dreams. She's managing her grades as a scholarship student of a prestigious medical college. She's a know-it-all with a shy but sweet personality. Throw in Faris bin Zayyad Khan, the male version of beauty with brains. He's handsome, he's smart and he knows that. What happens when the both- the alpha male and the not-so-confident wallflower- are tied together in a knot by fate? This is my first story. Give it a try! :)

"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.

He once abandoned her to her bullies, but now he has redemption on his mind. Little does he know that this woman has other plans and that life would force them together again. * * * Being a Muslim was not made to be easy. Zaynub understands this because she's living through difficulty after difficulty. With family and school on her mind, the last thing Zaynub expects is the one man she's despised for years standing on her doorstep. Zakir has made a lot of mistakes in his life. One of his biggest mistakes pertained to Zaynub. Of course, Zaynub does not see him as a changed man. To her, Zakir is a self-centered immature child trapped in an adult's body. Zakir has changed, but now he has to prove his worth to Zaynub. Will Zakir and Zaynub fall in love? Or will they fall apart? •Cover by @soundthealarm• [Featured by Wattpad] [Highest ranking: #1 in Spiritual]

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