Part of STORY OF US His love for her was pure But he wondered if her hatred towards him was more. She was in every prayer he uttered, No wonder how her broken heart was mended. And slowly and slowly, Hatred paved way to being inseparable. What's more authentic? Torn between two, who would you choose? The one that you love or someone who loves you?❤

#34 in Spiritual on 30/11/2016 #29 in Spiritual on 10/2/2018 Maahirah Furqaan; a seventeen year old teen. On her way to the senior year. She just wanted to graduate from Winters Academy with flying colors and get into great college... Aayan Aslam; a teenage sensation, a popstar...comes into Winter Academy, as a transfer student. He is handsome yet mysterious. The moment he walks into Maahirah's life...she finds herself in a tornado of secrets. Her long dead birthmother isn't really dead and she is living in Elton; a place far off. Will Maahirah survive coz she is the key to everything!? Will Aayan protect her in Elton after their marriage? To find about it.....just click the 'Start Reading' button!! Do it!!:) Copyright 2013©

She knew she was not perfect. He knew he wanted some one perfect. She knew she had committed a lot of sins. He always tried not to get influenced by shaitan. He prayed all the obligatory prayers . She never actual prayed always pretended. She was a muslimah by name. He was Muslim by heart. So, this will be the story of Aaisha and Zain. This will be the story of Muslimah by name will change to a Muslimah by heart.

There is not a word that exists that describes the amount of zeros in my bank account. I make 35 million dollars a day. I invented the Internet. I have everything. Except... Happiness.

We all want our own 'happily ever after' and I was no different. I aspired to be like Khadija (ra), the wife of prophet Muhammad (saw) strong, faithful and caring for her husband. I wanted to be his everything, his rock, his shoulder to lean on and his best friend. I wanted someone who would complete my deen, love me unconditionally and care for me but up until then the only romance in my life would had to have been my relationship with ice cream. I wanted a love story that would move people to tears, that would be passionate and extraordinary. And boy did I get one...

" In my dream, I saw you buying me a diamond ring." " I saw your dad paying the bill."

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 knew that her work wouldn't let her rest, Was aware that every day would be a test. It was her passion though, to see the last smiles, Although they haunted her for the longest of times. He was a wonder in this world, Possessed a heart of gold. His heart bled for every atrocity the ummah faced, His Soul shook every time an innocent was shot dead. She couldn't believe that he was hers, And he was on a mission to never see her in tears. She remembered this when a cry escaped its cage, And knew that he would love her even after his last breath.