Sometimes it isn't possible to include every single idea I have in my books. Sometimes I have to cut out hilarious or awesome scenes because they don't really fit, or they are too slow for the pace of the book. So, Skript will include random moments from ALL of my characters! It could be before or after or during when the book is taking place. Sometimes it could be a re imagining of a scene I have already written! They are just for fun, and will contain only that specific scene, and not a complete story line. Much like Ask SAJMRA, I will take submissions for Skript ideas! I'm excited for this :) Stay awesome <3

H.R #3 in spiritual (4/10/2016) * "But you're my husband! I should...I should at least know where you are at 2 o'clock in the morning!" "I didn't want to be your husband! And the last time I checked you didn't want to marry me either! So I'm not inclined to tell you anything!" I froze, his answer shocking me beyond belief. "You're right..." I said slowly,"I didn't want to marry you." * Hassan Malik. The perfect guy.The guy in every girls' dream.The guy with the looks, the money,I mean even his name sounds perfect. So why did I -Aasia Hamid- the ordinary girl not want to marry him? Why didn't I fall helplessly into his arms? Maybe it's because I didn't believe in fairytales Or because my 'prince charming' was more broken then I was. Or maybe I just didn't deserve a 'happily ever after.' But taqdeer will find a way. Perfection is impossible. Happiness is never eternal. And lies are beautiful... the ones shared between us being the prettiest of all.

Houssam Shaykh is living the dream. He is a big sought after basketball star who has his pick of teams, is recognized wherever he goes, makes millions per game, and gets to play his favorite sport for a living. He is even being called the 'Muslim Michael Jordan'. But he has a void that he can't seem to fill, no matter how many screaming fans chant his name. When he goes back home after a long season and decides to throw himself into volunteer work, will he find a shot at finding what he's seeking? Hana Ismail sees life through the lens of her camera. She loves to create memories for others to hold dear, but often wishes that she gets to experience them for herself. When she gets chosen to start a Masjid newspaper, and ends up doing a profile on none other than their very own celebrity, will she have a shot at her own happiness?

Jenna Yousuf has everything all girls envy. A mansion, fancy cars, diamonds and jewels, closets filled with clothes, shoes and purses. A hot husband. But she isn't happy. Who could be when you were forced to marry a man you don't love just to save your family? She doesn't want to give him a chance, nor does she want to try to begin a life with him. But what does she do when he turns out to be the sweetest man she has ever met? Can she keep him at bay, or will she cave, and accept it when she starts to have feelings for her husband? Hudayfah Sulayman has to protect his wife from the evil people who are out to get her brother. While he only married her for that reason, he didnt anticipate one thing; that he would fall in love with her. So much so that he would do anything to make her happy, except for what she really wants; to be let out of their marriage. He knows Jenna doesn't love him now, but should he hold out hope that one day she will?

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.