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?

Yasmin is a 18 years old muslim girl who has for only family her father and little brother. She will do everything to please her father. But what if the only thing he wants will cost her her freedom and happiness? All of this just for one mistake he committed? Meet the 24 years old Malik Qureshi , one of the hottest bachelor in the world. His name is spoken everywhere and by everyone. He is the heir to his father's known chain of hotels and Business entreprise, Qureshi Hotels and Qureshi Entreprise. What if, the only condition to become one of the top 5 richest men in the world is to settle down with this girl his father chose? If there is one thing that is sure, he would do anything to get his hands on the inheritance, even if it means marrying a nobody just on paper. Their paths will cross, tears will be shed and mistakes will be made. Mistakes, we all make them and we all suffer from the consequences, some people more than others. But what if this one mistake is worth a billion dollar? Or actually, no amount of money will be enough to pay for it? Copyright © P.S: All readers are welcome. This story might have Islamic behaviors but is not trying to convert anyone. Again, the goal of this is not to convert anyone into the religion. Published on 09/02/17

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.

If ever you become overwhelmed with sins and feel hopeless - this book is for you. A collection of true stories of tawbah ---- A must read to reflect on what previous peoples did to gain Allah’s forgiveness and paradise.

A write-up of notes of “Why am I empty” by Yasmin Mogahed.

"Deah=light, Yusor=easiness, Razan=straight (مستقيم). It is no coincidence that Allah SWT (God) chose the three that literally describe the path to Jennah (paradise)" - Layla Barakat (Mother of Deah Barakat) The three left the world, were shot dead by an atheist, but they left behind a legacy. They are our inspiration.They are our heroes.They are the three winners❤

Meet Xavier, our resident hero. He's just a kid, living in a house that everyone in the neighborhood calls "The Haunted House". Xavier wants to be a regular, Muslim child, but a few things stand in his way: His family isn't Muslim, and they'll do anything to keep him from becoming one. Also, he feels he isn't welcome in the mosques, seminars, and other places of worship. The last thing? Nobody in his neighborhood actually knows he exists...

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.

{ 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*