From the author of You, my Punishment and Have you..? 'Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn't possible have any direct correlation to one's happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possible work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, than you are going to do it. It's really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint.' I closed the page of my laptop and sighed. The things I've been reading were not helping me to have peace with myself. I looked in the corner of my room. It looked gorgeous. The blue balloon looked gorgeous. Blue stands for communication, for trust. For logic and for calm. Blue is thinking, light, sun, sky. But to me, blue has the worse inside. To me blue is cold. Blue has lack of emotion. Blue is unfriendly. It was never there for me. No one was. Blue looked gorgeous from the outside, but from the inside it was empty. Empty as my soul. Nila was having a battle inside of her. Her mind wasn't logical. Things never made sense. She was trying to find something, but always ended up with empty hands. She knew that there was a truth somewhere hidden in the world. She knew she would find it. She started receiving letters that was going to change that. But what she didn't know was how broken she would be when she finally found it. How many broken blue balloons will there be when she has finally peace with her mind, peace with her own yellow paint. ~ Islamic romance story. I warn you for the grammar mistakes.

This is the story of a girl who always wanted to be loved by her mom and her brother, but fails always. After so many failures she found her love , but was not able to understand because he had kidnapped her, did nikah force fully. It could be said as it was an arranged marriage but also it could be said as this marriage is a forceful marriage from the girls point of view . Lets see does she accepts the marriage, and when she accepts her love what problems she have to face to achieve her love.

+ Step by step becoming a practising teenager! These are all the 'Islam is my Life'-episodes from my book 'You, my punishment'. I wrote in a few chapters Islamic notes in the end with meaningful words. I decided to put all of them in a collection so that you can search through them easily. 'Islam is my Life' is about topics with an Islamic explanation which you can use in your daily basis. I talk about topics in my point of view which could give you a great view of why something is like that. I hope you will like it! -COMING SOON- I am working on a new project called 'step by step becoming a practising teenager' which will be included in this book. Stay tuned! I am not from a country where English is spoken nor do I know it correctly, so there will be grammar mistakes. You have been warned.

Everyone feared Uzair Malik. Whispers of his name could still an entire room. His presence was a storm veiled in silk - quiet, controlled, and laced with danger. In the city of Meerabad, he ruled the shadows like a king without a crown, answerable to no one. Ruthless, revered, and wrapped in mystery, Uzair Malik wasn't just a name - he was a warning. And then came Ayesha. Soft-spoken. Observant. The kind of girl who disappeared into corners and found comfort in silence. While his world roared with violence and loyalty paid in blood, hers was stitched together by quiet mornings, books with bent pages, and unspoken dreams. She belonged nowhere near him. But fate - as cruel as it is clever - didn't care. Their worlds collided in the most unlikely place: a library café on the edge of Meerabad. A glance. A moment. And something irreversible took root. He didn't know her name. But her silence echoed in him louder than gunfire. She was the only calm he'd ever known. And he, the storm she'd been taught to fear. Uzair wanted her the way fire wants air - desperately, completely, without pause. And once he set his eyes on her, there was no turning back. She stirred the parts of him he thought were long dead. He awakened the fears she didn't know she carried. What began as a flicker quickly became a fire - a fire that would burn everything in its path. Because in Meerabad, love is dangerous. And in Uzair's world, love is war. A love story. Story of obsession, power, and surrender - where a quiet girl meets a man the world bows to... and everything changes.

"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

Ayesha is a 22-year-old practicing Muslimah studying International Law in Canada. Ayesha is the girl that is told to be quiet and sit in the corner of the room. She is always reminded by her parents that the house she is living is not hers and her house will be the one she will be married into. Ayesha only wants her family to love her and if not that at least act like parents to her. Everything Ayesha's parents do is to show people it's not out of love. Her father is hardly home and her mom she is always commanding things for her to do. She doesn't share anything with her siblings because she knows they won't care. Every night she prays to god to help her find someone who will love her for who she truly is. Aayan is a 25-year-old Muslim. He lives in England and works with his dad in his company. He is a caring brother to his sister, brother, and bhabhi. His parents want him to get married. He wants a girl that is a practicing muslim and who will love him through everything. Aayan is constantly told by his brother that he is a romantic type of a guy. But when he is told that he is getting married to Ayesha he becomes mad. Ayesha is not the girl he had in mind to get married to. Ayesha is afraid to show her emotions. she is scared if she shares her past one day he will use that against her and not love her. Aayan doesn't know if he should say yes to this marriage. Keep reading if fate will keep them together

"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:)