Do the celebrities understand what their fans do for them? Do they ever think of the pains these harmless people go through when they walk briskly struggling hard to not brush their shoulders clad in luxurious high street brands with the weary t-shirts? Do they know that they are nothing without their fans? Love story of a fan with the man of her dreams she meets at times but he takes it as a fan moment that always wrecks havoc on the small heart pumping him instead of blood. Follow Kinza's dream and her chase for the man who seems a fantasy. Reminisce the fan in you when Kinza prays to close the valve in her heart that bleeds him. Will she strengthen her heart or the poignancy of love damage her deeply? Read and know! Aesthetics and dreamy language! The turmoil of love and longing! Cover by @hayazs Under Editing.

Stories of Prophets, teach, inspire and build our faith. Through them we learn how to thank God,to worship God and to ask for His forgiveness in the best manner. "Indeed in their stories there are lessons for men of understanding." 1. Allaah 'azza wajal commanded the Prophet [saws] to tell us about the prophets, it is mandatory for us to convey the message of the prophets to others too! 2. 'La'allahum yatafakkaroon': so they may reflect. The stories of the prophets are not for entertainment, but to derive lessons from them and deeply reflect! 3. Take them as role models: they are the ones who are guided. They are the best. Every human being has role models. Taking the prophets as your role models is one of the most effective ways to be productive in this life. 4. Love them. Your love for them will fill your heart with life. And a heart that's beaming with faith will produce actions of righteousness!

Asalam-O-Alaikum This book will tell short stories of the prophet and sahabah. They are small stories but have lots of meaning. Reading this book can change your life if you act upon the meanings. I hope you can learn a lot. Please read this book it will mean a lot to me. But of course the choice is yours!! :)

Disclaimer ***Before you start, this book is now just a preview, don't ask about the rest of the book. It will be available in prints in sha Allah. Not on wattpad*** Scrolling down her phone, Zeena was reading her message log, when suddenly she stopped at a particular one that sent her heart racing, sending shivers down her spine. She almost dropped the phone. Not that she'd not seen odd messages before but this one, in particular, brought her world crashing; because she'd never seen this message before, how would it be that she was the person that sent it? How could she not remember ever writing this message? The words, the contents all didn't make sense. Her head started spinning and she felt light headed, her knees became weak like melted rubber. Before she knew what was happening she felt herself collapsing...

She broke all societal rules. She eloped. She was divorced. She left the realms of Islam. There was no going back... Until one man brought her back to respectability, religion and eventually hope for love. Manal Siddique was the good girl when she met the forbidden man. She fell head over heels for him and eloped breaking her family's heart and spurring rumours. But the marriage ended in a disaster where in just 3 years she was divorced. Anguish-filled Manal ran away from society and her hometown to start a new life. A rebellious life where she sought to break all rules she was taught until she met the grey-eyed and ginger haired Irish male beauty. She was lost, truly lost. But he had conditions and many rules. Dylan Murphy was at peace for finally finding the way to Islam after spending a life in confusion and desolation. He was searching for a pious spouse who would strengthen his faith further. But his eyes never wavered far from the most unruly Muslim woman he had met. He would rather stay miles away from her but fate kept bringing them together. Until it was the inevitable. A journey where opposites clash, faith is questioned and most of all love is found. Content Warning: Some of the content may not be appropriate for young or sensitive people as there is an implicit reference to sexual activity, physical violence and strong language. This is a PG15 book.

He was accused of a heinous crime. He was not trusted. His reputation, respectability, and honour all shattered away. He was falling hard in life. She was falling hard for him. A story where accusations are big, deceptions are fierce and love is passionate.

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.

She was tested. Battered. And Bruised. He was her saviour. He was her only hope for survival, happiness and love. And she was not his... Ramlah Khan had always taken care of her younger sisters. She was the shoulder for her friends to cry on and her parents hope. She always believed that she could overcome all kinds of problems when having strong faith in Allah. She did not know that she was to be tested in the cruelest way ever - her love, her faith, her trust all will pay the price of being the strength of those around her. Fadil Mirza has always been successful whether in school, in his career or even making many friends. He had his whole life planned. He truly believed his childhood female friend will become his life partner in this World and the next, little did he know that his judgement was truly wrong. Ramlah and Fadil's lives get entwined when they work towards developing and maintaining their relationships. However, Allah had written a completely different destiny for them. Content Warning: Some of the content may not be appropriate for young or sensitive people as there is implicit reference to sexual activity and strong language. Although, the book should pass for PG13.

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 is a parody of Forgetting Love (Dublin Sisters#2.5) by hayatkhan07 and is being published after receiving consent from the author. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner.