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.

{Completed} My name is Miracle. I got that name when I was fourteen. I can't remember my family. I can't remember my friends. I can't remember anything from the past. Do I even have a past? Where was I born? Who are my parents? What did I like? Did I prefer dresses or sweaters? Was I a girly-girl or a tomboy? I lost everything the moment I came forcefully here. I didn't ask for this nor did I would want it. I came here to loose myself. I came here, because I got kidnapped. Everything I had known, everything I had forgotten came up to surface and tried to swim when he came into my life. He, the one who saved me.. ~ This story is so much more different than my previous ones. This is too emotional and extreme. Its about two people meeting each other in the worse circumstance. Two people who are trying to save each other by loosing themselves. Its still Islamic of course, but that will appear later in the story. If you don't like grammar mistakes, then this story is nothing for you. You have been warned. Also contains it scary parts which could make you cry, so if you can't handle that, then don't read it. Romance. GENERAL DISCLAIMER ABOUT MY WORKS: I write about the things that people don't want to think about. I write about the things that people are turning away from when its mentioned. I write about the things no one warned you about because in their eyes its a taboo to even think of it. I write about atheists, rape, forced marriages- all of the darkest side of life. If you don't like that, then this account is nothing for you.

"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:)

Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. * * * Being re-written completely as of May 14, 2021

(Sample. Watch out for the official book release on January 31, 2015!) The women in Brianne Montgomery's family have a curse. And she isn't going to be the first one to break it. At the age of fourteen, she decided she will be married before she was thirty. Her life seemed perfect. Her parents were happily married. She has a wonderful brother who looks out for her. The only thing she hates about it is Travis Cross, her brother's annoying best friend, a.k.a. the boy who sleeps in the guest room and her worst enemy. Her life took a sudden three-sixty, with a tragedy that made her lose everything she held dear in her perfect life. But amidst all that, Travis swore that he will protect Brianne for the rest of his life. Soon, their hate relationship turned into an unbreakable bond of brotherly love and friendship. But their dependent and comfortable friendship will always be complicated because although Travis promised to protect her at all times, at all costs, there's a beast inside him that craves for Brianne like a drug. And Brianne isn't always immune to Travis's charms. But she already lost so much and Travis has become the most important thing she couldn't afford to gamble with. This romance novel starts when the characters were fifteen years old and followed their lives into adulthood and all the complications in it including sexual tensions and raging hormones, dealing with family, death and teen peer pressure... all of which make up the deep and unbreakable connection of Travis and Brianne. A relationship so beautiful, they're afraid to risk it for anything... not even for love itself.

Sometimes, getting over the pain of betrayal and breakup means you have to GET UP. GET EVEN. GET A BETTER MAN. SAMPLE THE FIRST TEN CHAPTERS OF THIS REVENGE ROMANCE!

Its a story of a girl who wonders what love is.. but then, slowly, unknowingly, hopelessly and unconditionally falls in love with an arrogant man who himself has an embrangled life. A series of events occur in her life that make her feel the meaning and essence of true love and she finally knows what 'sacrifice' is. Zahra moves to Pakistan because of her parents' business. She meets a guy over there that unravels those mysteries in her mind that she, herself didn't know she had. p.s. This is my first story. I'd keep uploading more :-) enjoy. cheers. © Sadyah (2013)