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 dire...
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 marr...
+ 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...
He looked into my eyes , piercing through my soul his grey eyes were filled with thousands of emotions that I couldn't seem to put a finger on. "What's your name" he asked me with his dark rough voice sending chills down my spine . He slowly moved towards me. I took few steps back until my back hit the wall. He slow...
"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. ...
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...
"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...