"Why should I? Why should I sacrifice my believes to some guy? I want someone who loves Allah more than me. Someone who suites me well in this Dunya and Aakhira. Beauty and money is nothing in front of Allah. Allah is the one who gives us beauty. So we should love him more than anything or anyone else. " ALIZEH. A 21 year old Muslim girl living in Dubai. She is a very well educated, beautiful, god fearing young Muslimah who wants to find her true love in a very Halaal way. She is also a perfectionist and very ambitious. ARHAAM. A smart, kindhearted 25 year old Muslim boy living in Dubai. He is a very charming and overprotective brother who loves his sister and grandmother more than anybody in his life. Alizeh's parents are arranging a BRIDE SEEING CEREMONY for her. They get really close after that. But suddenly they're parents put an end to their relation. But is Arhaam and Alizeh ready for that? Turn the page to read more.... Beautifully designed covers are by ohitsriina❤️❤️

'Time may heal th scars, but the faded glow of heart remains the same'- here there's nothing related with these words but the time! There's nothing that time could change and it happened for them too. They too changed for thems own sake. Hey what? Just kidding, nowhere in the world the pranksters would stop themselves, no matter where they really belong to, they're super crazy every time . He fell in love while she in hate. Both their feelings were strong enough to destroy each other. Didn't they? Well yeah, a bit... . . . "Err, I'm Dr. Ebraham, is this Mrs. Zackif Haris I am speaking to?" "Yes, what's it?" "Mr. Zackif Haris had an accident last night and is now admitted" "Wait, what?" She burst out in devil laughter. - - - Started on 26th April 2018

Poetry about the feelings after breakups

Tag! Tag! Tag! We all are going to have a lot of fun by tagging people and friends! Questions asked and answered ; some that will make you SMILE, LAUGH, others that will make you EMBARRASS 😂😂and other others that will make you THINK a lot. Truth and dares; instead here you only get the option to play 'TRUTH'... The game begins with Level I and with each level up questions become difficult. Are y'all willing to join this game ???!!

[POETRY] The title of those who struggle through perseverance, but will overcome it with triumph, the drowning of comets. [a series of poems/prose that I've created when my emotions gone haywire] #5 highest rank in Poetry 05/20/18 mid-year awards poetry winner 08/18/18 ©emotick

[ Highest Ranking #1 in #bermudatriangle #16 in storm and #165 in #mysterious ] It's 1962 and not even a month has passed after A USAF Boeing B-50 Superfortress went missing over the mysterious Bermuda Triangle and then , a young yet meticulous sailor Andrew Richardson goes on a sail to explore the trenches of the triangle, deeply fascinated by it's mysteriousness. Undoubtedly, he goes missing just like others whose lives were drowned , dwelled in the ocean or torn apart by that very triangle itself. Mr. Alfred Paul Richardson, a retired sailor l, though terrified and intrigued by his son's sudden missing status, decides to unravel the intoxicating mysteries of the triangle himself with his crew of 35 members, even though he is well informed of the consequences, which are obviously, terrible to the extreme. Hop in with the author and get your ship of twists ready, in this underwater mystery. Will a father be able to save his son from something unknown? What About the Mystery Of The triangle? What's contained in it? Read on to find out. -------------------------------------------------------- Cover by @-rayofsunshine :)

-Longlisted for the Wattys 2018 -A Wattpad Poetry's Reading List Featured Story -A Wattpad Coffee Community's Reading List Featured Story -Highest Ranks: #28 in #Poetry and #36 in #Poem ----✴---- "My words are the sky, My pen is the companion cloud. My poems are my wings, Weaved with the dreams I hold. Preparing to fly in spring, I leap on the back of wind And the sky with me sings." _____________________________ This is a poetry collection by a girl who weaves her wings through her poetry, sitting in utter isolation, dissolved into nostalgia, which defines her throughout---because she knows she'll have to fly away using those very wings, one day. This is my first work containing all the poems I wrote till date---each letter written from ink that's flowing in my veins as blood. These wings are ready, to take you on an enthralling journey, through a teen's mind and heart, to explore the words echoing in her brain every second. This is my confession box, my safe haven, my meraki & I'm blessed to have a place like this, where I can sing to my heart's content, effacing away all tyrannies. My poems, a mere reflection of my own self, and are the echoes of a girl who was born to fly and stay divine. ______________________________ | Longlisted for the Wattys 2018! | Featured- wattpad poetry's reading list | Featured- wattpad coffee community's reading list | winner #1 of Poetry Camp April by ec_poetry | winner #1 of necro awards in poetry category | winner #1 of the big dreams awards poetry. | winner #2 of weekly poetry contests by earnestycommunity | winner #2 of the plum awards 2018 | winner #2 of the -RYID- awards | winner #1 of drowning in awards in poetry category. | winner #3 of rebel wars in poetry category #ProjectStandUp #ProjectWomanUp #ProjectBadassGirls #NoMoreBullying #PRBC #RebelWars Copyright reserved © 2018 Cover by @-lunarss Sign off banner: @sereneur Thank You Card: @Candice_Is_Crazy & @CannibalisticNec

Dedicated to @Arjun1308 ❤ Highest Ranking: #246 in Romance Riya was a shy introvert. She had her own world. The dark world with difficulties, she lived in it. She used to love her darker world than the world shining outside until she met a boy who changed her life forever. Arjun was an extrovert, all rounder and the most handsome at school.He had his own story. Both had one thing in common, they wanted to be loved. This is a story of two hearts that beat as one. <3

A collection of drawings, paintings and sketchings I have been doing in my freetime...