He grew up in Nigeria She grew up in Saudi Arabia She's an open book He has a closed heart She hates complicated things He doesn't even know what is complicated and what's not. She's a chatterbox and she's fascinated by the fact that he doesn't get mouth odour from his extreme silence. Or is she just too noisy to know that he actually talks too. She accepts reality easily He get confused & depressed then locks his soul just because its hard to accept reality. He lost his loved ones She lost her world But she recovered while he's still finding it hard to recover. They have one thing in common though. They are both doctors. Is he ever going to accept qadr? Will he open up his heart? Will he accept a new love?

Ahlam yearned for acceptance, but was rejected by all -except for her Grandpa, Omar Bako. Unlike most hybrids, she wasn't proud to be one. She was tagged as a Kabila and shunned serially. General Omar Bako was an affluent man who had a capital M to his money. On his quest to acquire more fortune, despite Ahlam being his favorite-he betrothed her in a parley. Money first, then family. She was left to joggle between her career - Software Engineering (to the Bako's, there were two occupations. Engineering and the disgrace), one sided love of her cousin Omar Jr. who avoided her like a plaque ( doggelganger to his Grandpa), and meeting her new family. Omar Bako always said, "It's better to choke on greatness, than to nibble on mediocrity." What seemed like literal words became a reality when he was found in a pool of his own blood. Stabbed by his own! The family he worked hard to build. What was the reason-money, greed or betrayal?

MUSLIMLOVESTORY | SPIRITUAL | ROMANCE | DRAMA ---------------------------------- An adamant advocate with loud opinions, Layan Al Hashimi has to deal with past affairs, personal current affairs, and occupation-related affairs. . . . A story, when strings were hauled to twist the fates of those who compromised with circumstances. To bring souls together - who resented each other's existence, and tied them eventually in an agreement. Consequentially the flow of this bond embarked with hatred and unwanted desires. She had an intense fiery flaring within her. His courteousness masked his resentment all this while. What could have manipulated their opinions regarding each other that all hatred was subsided? Hearts wrenched, tears squandered, for those who did not worth the effort. And each bargained, to cling to life, to gain vengeance, to protect one's their hearts embraced preciously. All in all, tenderness - warmth, bloomed with the flow of desires, and cluelessly pillaged their hearts. ------------------------------ A Modern Muslim Love Story by Niqabi_secrets ------------------------------ Modern or bedouin, Islamic rules don't change for any muslim story or muslim author. status : ..... current word count :

"Afifa slow down" Leila told me as I was walking fast. but I gave her deaf ears as I increased my pace. I heard my phone rang, as I reached into my bag to look for it. I bumped into someone and we both fell on the floor. "Ouch!" I heard a feminine voice said. "I'm so sorry" I said as I started to pack my shopping bags and the rest of my stuffs that fell on the floor. I kept my stuffs aside as I helped her with hers. I packed all the clothes that she was holding before which are now splattered all over the floor. "I'm so sorry miss" I said to her again "No problem" she said. "Mistakes do happen don't they" she said freely and I smiled. There was something about this girl's voice but I just couldn't put my finger on it. Her face was half covered with a dark peach viel which went well with the black abaya that has an amazing weave on it. She removed the viel and pinned it roughly and then raised her head and extended hand "Hi my name is Afina, nice to meet you" she said as I bent down my head to look at my phone. "Hi. Mine is Afifa, nice to......" I stopped in my tracks as I took hold of the view in front of me Lo and behold!...I never expected I would see anything like this in my whole entire life. I was amazed, shocked and utterly confused. I was looking at her wide eyes and so was she. We were looking at each other as if we were both aliens from different planet who are meeting eachother for the first time. "Who are you?" We both asked simultaneously.

Abbas Abdul Rabbani, youngest Prince of Balqaas, is the most wanted bachelor in the city. But after an injury alters his appearance for life, no woman desires to marry him, except for the General's daughter, Haifa. But she too has a secret. Meanwhile, a threat to the Royal family arises, threatening the peace of their nation. Will the two be able to accept each other's secrets, overcome their past and the pressures of society? A story about how two individuals learn to accept themselves and understand the blessings of matrimony, whilst discovering the true mastermind behind the crimes. DISCLAIMER: This story does have Muslim characters but in no way is meant to depict how Muslims really are or how they should be.

At some point, you must have heard of the saying tit for tat, or an eye for an eye, or a tooth for a tooth. After what happened to her sister, Amani Suleiman, a 25 year old resident doctor, is willing to do whatever it takes to make sure that those responsible are brought to justice.The price she has to pay is huge, but the thought that those people are out there living their lives in happiness while she may never be able to sleep again, makes the cost of her retribution seem doable. Even if it means losing her happiness forever. But along the thin lines of being completely blinded by seeking revenge and hatred, she begins to see a new way of dealing with life's journey, she begins to slowly fall in love. Will this love survive? Or will it fade away we quickly as it has formed because with love comes trust, and trust is one luxury she cannot afford. They say vengeance taken will tear the heart and torment the conscience. Amani seems to think it is the only solution to all her problems A Hausa love story, but not your usual Hausa love story.

"Jibreel..." Her voice whispered in abandon, his name. His heartbeat faltered. "My Rabb have surely created you just for me... Everything you do... Every move you make was designed to falter my heart and make me love you more!" He whispered back to her. She lightly laughed in his arms, sending vibrations to his heart. "I don't deserve you!" She looked up to meet his eyes. He raised his eyebrows and smirked. "Says who?" He demanded as he touched her forehead again. "My heart..." She whispered. "You heart have gone crazy in my love Ya Habibi! Dont believe a word it says!" He replied. She smiled sadly. A girl who has to rise from beneath the dirt to above the skies... A guy who has to fight the corruption that's engulfing his land... A destiny which is already been written and a faith that had the power to alter that destiny! Will they succeed or taste failure? Will their names shine? Or will the sands of time erase their names forever?? To find out more, go ahead?

"We have to live together. I am tired of this game" I said. "Game! Do you think what's going on between us is a game, it's destiny Ray, our fate". "I do not know. Sometimes I feel insecure and lonely. Often even in your presence I feel that you are far away from me". I felt a pang. She smiled and looked at me intensely. "That was not your promise Ray, I promised I was going to visit anytime you miss me which I have been doing. You promised not to worry". I kept mute and we ate slowly in silence afterwards. "Let's go" .She said. "Let's ride around". The sky had turned faint red in colour. I rode slowly feeling her warm body pressing against me. The noise of street sank down and i felt deep calmness. We sat on a cement bench under the bridge near the walk way. The view was majestic. The gentle waves in the lake glistened in the fading sun light. Tall grass spread on both sides of the lake like a green carpet. Suddenly she lay down on the grassy ground closing her eyes and took a deep breath. The sky was clear with innumerable stars glistening. "Hey dreamer, come to me". She said her eyes sparkling. I moved forward and lay close to her, then turned to face her. She rolled over to me and i felt her gentle kisses on my face. "I wish to be melted into you, penetrate into you, not just a part of my body but the whole of it. I miss you Marwah". I said and sighed. She laughed looking stunned. Her laughter echoed. "You must have been reading those hot love stories recently Ray". She said making me smile shyly. She pulled me suddenly to her and kissed hard at my lips. I returned her kiss as we hugged each other tightly. The tightness of her hug went soft as she gently pulled away from me. I tried hard to read her face in the reflection of the moon light. I felt a sharp intense pain in my chest as she started to walk away. I yelled her name, crying and telling her to come back. "Strong men don't cry Ray, wipe those tears and know that your Marwah forever loves you".