This book is a creative universe that is a mess. A collection of poems, short stories, unpublished ideas and chapters or song-based stories. There's something for everyone. So dive right into this mess and enjoy having an insight into my head and mind. :) Some chapters may contain triggers. They will be marked with a "*".

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What will happen when fire and fire cross paths? Samir and Jidda are the opposite of each other, yet very similar. Samir is rich and handsome which makes him every woman's heart desire. Jidda is simple and calm, she is also rich. She is not a woman for a womaniser and Samir is not the man for one woman either. They both breathe fire , read and find out whether they will soon burn each other. 'You destroyed my love, you made me part with the only man I ever care for, now it is my time to do the same. You will never find love, Samir' Jidda said and stormed out of the room.

[Highest ranking: #1 in Spiritual on 15/8/18] ••• • In which a girl saved a boy's life in the most unexpected of circumstances • She drank water. He drank alcohol. She had a family who'd take a bullet for her. He had a family who'd throw him under the bus. She dreamt of her future. He dreamt of his death. Both are Muslims but only one is closer to their Lord. ••• *NOT CLICHÉ* This story in no way depicts the true Muslim culture. It's about the modern Muslims nowadays who steer away from the right path. This book contains some strong language, graphic content and violence so I advise you to read it with care. WARNING: too much cuteness you'll die squealing. ©Copyright 2018. sanasays. Any sort of plagiarism of my story will be reported immediately, and that includes my aesthetics and banners as well.

My name is Asiya Bint Umair and I am 20 years old. I married a monster.. the man that ruined my life completely and shattered my dreams. He beats me up and made me his slave. I am a victim of domestic violence I can say because for 2 years my husband intimidated me, tormented me... I have been in agony and kept on praying that he will change. When I was a kid I had a dream of marrying an abed ( pious) but instead Allah tested me. Zaid Ibn Malik is the son of Malik Ibn thabbit a very well-known potential businessman of his time. Zaid is more of an introvert, softhearted, and pious, he always has a smile on his face. Until one day everything changes he becomes opposite of what he is.

Salam u alaikum readers! I wanted to inform you guys that I've started making edits to this story. Some chapters are the same while some are completely different. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! ________________________ Anisa Malik. The famous confident hijabi in class 11-A. She's headstrong and beautiful but could be a short tempered kid when provoked. She's got her hands full and the handsome bully in her class just makes it worse for her. Little did she know, the annoying boy who never ceases to piss her off might be a bit more important part of her life than she takes him for. He might just be the one chosen to be her other half. Ali Hassan. That name sent girls shrieking and blushing all over. That was no wonder. His charms and looks were enough to send any girl's heart racing. And he knows it until he meets the only girl who plays hard to get. Her clear cut comebacks, her sassy attitude just sparks something inside him. Despite this feeling, he takes every chance to humiliate her. The only guy bold enough to step up to the confident Anisa Malik, he just seems to be the perfect bully for a girl like her. What happens when Anisa and Ali are forced to get married? The two can't even get along for two minutes in a classroom let alone spend the rest of their lives together. She's got her problems and this marriage is another one added to her list until the bully starts showing a side she has never seen. One thing is for sure. It's one shell of a bumpy ride.

"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

"I don't feel anything towards you. You're kind of like my brother." She says, making faces again. Well, if being called a brother by someone you like doesn't sting then what does? "We aren't siblings. We're married. I've given you enough time to accept that." I try to put some sense into her. She shakes her head. "I can't ever accept it." "Too bad. I'm going to make you mine no matter what." ••• Maria comes from a big, rich, happy family. But like all other families, hers isn't perfect either. They criticise her for wearing Islamic clothing and practising Islam. But through every difficulty her faith doesn't waver and she remains firm no matter how broken she is on the inside. When her long gone cousin, Emad, returns home from abroad. Her life slowly breaks apart. For their grandfather wishes for them to be wed. ••• #3 in spiritual #1 in halal #1 in thoughts