How would you react if you only had 8 months left to live? Follow Ahmad Khayr, 17, in his struggle against his disease and maybe his repentance? 3rd place in the short story contest organized by @Muslims_Ink

{ Highest Ranking 👉🏻 #1 in Spiritual/ Islamic love story } I felt hurt seeing him in pain, pain, which wasn't so obvious to him. // .... Emotions overwhelming my unfaithful heart, I told him, "Assalam Alaikum, Ammar... your hand..." And they came covering us, maybe he didn't hear me. We walked towards the car, my attention on his bruised hand. Before we entered I took the first aid box. He stood there, tall, eyes ~ deep enough to drown me. He made my heart mad and it shivered as I neared him. I saw him grin and he let out a chuckle, and I asked him, terrified but fearless, "Why are you laughing ?" He turned to give me a closer look, his cold eyes examining every detail of mine and finally he spoke in his heavy Emirati accent that blew my senses, with a smirk alongside. What attitude !!! "Am I the doctor or you ? -I gave him a sideways death glare- And I told him, "I'm your wife," He raised his eyebrow side ways and I raised mine sideways too. And he talked again, burning what remained of me, my ears curious to listen to him. He told me to get in the car bluntly. I denied !! This time I wasn't going to listen to him. And he stared at me - his eyes speaking a lot yet they were so quiet. I saw him take a sigh of defeat! He moved up to me, close... closer.... bridging the gap that let air pass between us. And my fragrance blended in his enchanting one. *Takes a deep breath*

Stay in your limits. Don't think that I don't know anything. I cannot forget what you and your mother did to me and with my sister. Be there where you are." He said and I held the wall to stop myself from falling. "One more thing,never again do it. Never touch my things again."He said and a tear escaped from my eyes to roll down on my cheek He went out of the room,leaving me all alone,with so much hurt. He shut the door so hardly that I jumped on my place. Tears were rolling down on my cheeks. I sat down on the floor. I was remembering each and every word he said today. All in these days, I had a hope that one he'll be mine but today he just broke everything. Stay in your limits. I cannot forget what you and your mother did to me and my sister. Be there where you are. His words were ringing in my ear,telling me who I'm to him. He thought I was behind all this. He thought that I was with my mother,compelling him to marry me. But he was wrong. I wanted to tell him. Words seems to lost for me. He said never touch his things."His things?" We are separate ?? I thought, I am his wife and he know that I have the right on his everything but today he just told me my limits. ★~~★~~★~~★~~★~~★ Be with Jahan and Zeeniya to witness their journey of making the other fall.

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.

Layla Hayat is many things; philanthropist, introvert, gymnast, bad drummer, prodigal daughter of a famous designer... ....Forgiving is not one of them. 6 years have passed since HE broke her heart. What on earth could have brought him back into her life? Azaan Malik is many things; Ambitious, Former class clown, Unapologetic flirt, Commitment-phobic, Food stealer... ....Quitter is not one of them. He wants to regain what he once lost: Layla's trust. Nothing will stop him from breaking down the walls she is determined to build around herself. WARNING: Slightly Mature Language. Some scenes may be disturbing.

UNDER MAJOR EDITING {Eternal Ishq Series - Book Two} It is a must that the Book One 'In Your Love...' is read before you begin 'In His Love...' A Hijabi fashion-designer, an Aalim entrepreneur. Also a simple girl and her well-known surgeon Every tale is connected, every person is linked... the one knows the other, the other knows a third and the third happens to be the first one's brother while the fourth is undoubtedly the other's best friend... Capiche? No? :D For the real summary, click inside -

Nikki Burke has been always loved by secret admirers... Nothing much really just guys who are shy to tell face to face. When Nikki’s boyfriend was found gruesomely murdered she thought she couldn’t live. That is when she began dating after a year, her secret admirer came back. Now she will realize that her worst nightmare are about to began once more…. Even if it means killing someone who gets in his way...

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم In the name of Allah the most gracious and the most merciful. Inshaa Allah I will be sharing with you the stories from Quran. (p. s. That you guys already know from the title of the book) To learn more about prophets, read the book Hope you all will get benefitted by it. Mention me in your prayers. Jazakallahu khairan 💖 Ranking: #82. In learning. (24/5/2018) #59 12/4/2018 👑#5 (in Dunya) 10/5/2018 👑 #15 (Jennah) 👑 #3 (in deeds) 29/4/2018 👑 👑 #1 (in deeds) 22/5/2019 👑

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||

-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