Hilwa Haroun, a spirited girl from a small town in Nigeria, relocates to the bustling city of Abuja, hoping for a fresh start and new opportunities. However, adapting to her new life proves to be a challenging journey filled with unexpected twists. As she navigates the fast-paced lifestyle and the complexities of a blended family with contrasting personalities, Hilwa struggles to find her place in a world that feels foreign. Just when she begins to settle in, a shocking revelation turns her life upside down, presenting her with a challenge she never anticipated. Faced with emotional turmoil, Hilwa must confront her fears. Will she be able to embrace the changes and accept this unexpected turn of events with an open heart, or will it push her further away from the life she longs to build? Join Hilwa on this exhilarating and poignant journey as she learns to balance love, family, and self-discovery in a city that promises both excitement and uncertainty. It's a bumpy, emotional and an exciting ride. BETWEEN TWO WORLDS. H I L W A. ~ H E L WA.

#53 in Spiritual on 30/11/2017 ××××××××××××× I looked away from Armaan when I heard someone say, "Hey man, check this thing out" and chuckle. I turned to see two guys eyeing my niqab. "Why do you have to wear this? Are you ugly?" One of them spoke, partly making fun of me. "I bet she's oppressed" the other smirked. "Excuse me? What makes you think that? Covering myself is my and many women's own choice" I spoke, honestly finding their conclusion stupid. "I bet you want us to pull it off." They didn't wait for a reply and tried pulling my niqab off of my face. I protested as they strangled me and looked around for help when I saw Armaan staring at us wide-eyed. Seeing as he was my husband, I expected him to throw some punches and teach some lessons but to my utter disappointment, he just turned and walked off. Tears burned in my eyes. And here I thought he had started to like me. ×××××××××××××××××× Qibriyah Shaikh is a pious, kind-hearted and beautiful girl ,also ,a practising muslim. She lives a normal life with her brother ,her uncle and aunt and their daughter. Armaan Malik is a muslim, but still does crime and kidnapping. He never prays, but respects women and would never go beyond his limits. What happens when he is assigned by a mystery man to kidnap Qibriyah's only cousin, But is pranked by Qibriyah which leads to him kidnapping Qibriyah instead?

He wanted to hate her, to shred her faith viciously before he lost himself in her eyes again. * * * * Amira had a dysfunctional family, an older brother who was far from the ideal and parents constantly on his case. The stakes are raised high for Amira in her senior year. She has her whole life planned out, eagerly waiting for her future husband, but that all changes when a certain green-eyed boy comes to town. A boy who hates her entire existence for one reason only; she's a Muslim. Thrown into a whirlwind of emotions and a fantasy that could never be, Amira is stuck between right and wrong, her boundaries crashing down. One thing was for certain, senior year was going to be a hell of a ride even for a diamond in Islam. (Book One in the American Muslimah Trilogy, but can be read as a stand alone) •Cover by @IamSumayya• [Highest ranking: #1 in Spiritual] WARNING: Last few chapters are removed for publishing. Book is published and available on Amazon :D

Khaalid is an affectionate, young boy who has everything going for him: Loving parents and a sibling whom he doted on. Catastrophic events on a fateful afternoon, alter the course of his seemingly perfect existence. Khaalid's life is changed forever in the blink of an eye, and he finds himself on an entirely new path: one fraught with dangers and dark temptations. Will he succumb to the darkness? Enter... Saarah, a recently bereaved widow, and her young daughters Rasheedah and Layla, who is terminally ill. Saarah has to find a way to save Layla, in a desperate race against time. Will she succeed? Three lives, intertwined, in the unlikeliest of ways...

[ #27 in Spiritual- 23/11/15] "I shouldn't have marry you." ________________________ Zaina is a strong girl. She was perfect in everything, at school and at home. Her family wasn't rich and they need money to pay the loan. Zaina never expect to marry after completing her college. She always wants to do job and to make her career before she get married. But everything she dream were vanished when she got to know that her marriage was fixed with an unknown person who she never meet before. She is going to marry Karim. A Psycho. What will she do after her marriage? What will she do when suddenly she started to get abused by her husband? Will she send him behind the bars or Will she talk to him and settled everything between them? What will happen when suddenly someone name Hadi come to help her? One Wrong Decision Change Her Life!

Formerly known as 'An Islamic Love Story.'

Houssam Shaykh is living the dream. He is a big sought after basketball star who has his pick of teams, is recognized wherever he goes, makes millions per game, and gets to play his favorite sport for a living. He is even being called the 'Muslim Michael Jordan'. But he has a void that he can't seem to fill, no matter how many screaming fans chant his name. When he goes back home after a long season and decides to throw himself into volunteer work, will he find a shot at finding what he's seeking? Hana Ismail sees life through the lens of her camera. She loves to create memories for others to hold dear, but often wishes that she gets to experience them for herself. When she gets chosen to start a Masjid newspaper, and ends up doing a profile on none other than their very own celebrity, will she have a shot at her own happiness?

"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:)

"But I'm your-" "I'm your what?!" He cut her off. She flinched at the acidity in his voice. "My wife?" He scoffed inching in on her until he was arms length. His eyes bored into the depths of her soul. He slurred the words with venom dripping from his tone. "You're only a signed contract, nothing more!" * * * "What's that shit doing on your face? you better remove it! you can't be walking on the streets of Chicago wearing that, this isn't your filthy Pakistan!" he ruthlessly spoke with disgust. "You mean my veil?" She questioned with fear placing a hand on her Niqab. "If it isn't obvious" "Please, don't call it that, it's my veil, my identity" "I'm sorry what?" "I can't remove it Saahir, p-please don't make me do this, its a part of me" she begged on the verge of tears. "I said take it off!" He yelled in a deep menacing voice and pulled it off her face throwing it mercilessly on the floor. Fresh tears pooled from her eyes Frustration built through him. He grabbed her shoulder and forcefully dragged her pushing her onto the floor. The floor hit Meeza harder than she had expected. "Oww" she yowled as the pain shot through her shoulder. Highest rank #1 IN SPIRITUAL Always in the top 15 Alhamdulillah #notyouraverageclichèbook. First published on 4th February 2018

Tears are a sacred link between the heart and soul. They are not the omen of weakness, but a sign of power. They speak more eloquently than thousands of tongues and speak in lengths, no other language can reach. They speak beyond the true boundaries of love and hate, for, these two are such strong words that they can melt hearts but at the same time, can initiate storms and hurricanes of destruction. ~.~.~.~ Her tears narrated stories, her lips were afraid to speak of. She begged for justice and she begged for freedom from the pain she was enduring. But lamentably, life failed at giving her all that. Could only death grant her all that she begged for? Cover by @tentimileyin 2018 Copyright © all legal rights belong to @oluwatimileyin11™ This material may not published, rewritten, copied and translated without my consent. ||81 in generalfiction||-2nd of August, 2018.