A helpful guide to find the perfect soulmate (or preparing to find them).

-UNEDITED- | IBRAHIM BOOK I | Iqraam Ibrahim; a billionaire who had it all. A loving family, money, fame, an empire and was living his dream as a CEO and Racer. He felt that he was 'Content.' And that 'Content' changed to something more when he met a certain niqabi. She became his Assistant and with a little (okay alot) of sparks and feelings, he fell in love. Except there was much more to the Niqabi then just her poise and posture or intelligence. And he would do anything to call her, his. New bonds, family reunion, shocking pasts and outrageous news- all in one. Welcome to the tale of two hearts, poles apart, The Billionaire and The Niqabi. © scopian_16 2015

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||

Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatahu This book is a book for knowledge, it is not a story though. Alhamdulillah this book may show you what you can do to gain Allah's love and also you can estimate how much you love Allah. In sha Allah this may improve your deen. This book is not written by me, its someone else's work. I am just publishing it on wattpad . Jazakallahu khairan <3

The sound of the shattering glass sent a chill down my spine, forcing me to withdraw deeper into the corner where I was tucked in. "Mansur, please stop. At least for Aaliyah's sake." I begged, the tears streaming down my cheeks. He swung around to face me, his eyes blazing with rage. "To hell with you and that bloody girl." he yelled. Do you hear me, Salma? To HELL with you and her. This is my house, and I can do whatever I want." he yelled, throwing the bottle at my dressing mirror. The glass shattered all over the room, the larger pieces landing on some of the bottles on the drawer beside the dressing mirror in which I kept my incense sticks. This caused them to shatter as well, the glass falling everywhere across the room. I could hear Aaliyah crying in the next room, but I could not go to her as Mansur was blocking the door. "You will learn your place today." he yelled, unbuckling his belt. I shut my eyes as the tears continued to flow, knowing all too well what came next. The first strike was always the one that hurt most.

Tafsir Ibn kathir of surah ikhlas