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Trust Me (Fiction Based On Islamic Faith) by AwesomeAreej
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As we fall into the pit of darkness, trust me, hold me tight, Hold on to the wisp of hope, let me give you light. ------------------------------------- Fear. Fear defined Abeer Irfan's life. Every night, it engulfed her and she drowned into the endless horrors of her past. Every night, she lost a part of her to the evil. Every night, it got worse and worse to the point of no return. You see, she wasn't alive; she was just breathing. On one special night, she opened a door, a door hidden in the maze of her horrors. It was on that special night, that she met him. He wasn't a knight in shining armor. He wasn't a superhero. He was a light. He was the guy with impossible green eyes. *************************************** "You didn't see anything before. This is what you have seen. This!" My heart is beating frantically hard against my ribs like a bird trying to break out of its cage. Allah... "That is how easy you are to crumble. I'll set you straight, angel. I am done with people like you. I am done with being played with. It's about time you learn a lesson. I am about to make your life hell." The words I am sorry are lodged in my throat, but I don't want to beg him. I am done begging people for mercy. "That's more like it." "You cannot make me feel any worse than I already do," I state what I think all the time. "Challenge accepted." *************************************** {Extended synopsis inside} Highest Rank Spiritual #1 (12th-13th & 18th June 2016) COMPLETED Trigger warning- Contains violence/depressing thoughts/ suic dal ideation ******** Praise for Trust Me: Beautiful. So fluent. Ma Sha Allah ~ @sabagul28 Very interesting start ~ @hayatkhan07 This story is just so good. Flawless plot. You've got magical words~ @pearlOf-desert This is gold~ @booksandhalwa You are a very talented author and your work speaks volume ~ @143maryam
A Voyage Within Qalb by reverieofthestars
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There are some things you just don't get over. No matter how hard you try, some memories just don't fade away. Even if the edges are hazy, the feelings resurface inside you every time a particular person crosses your mind. Laeeq Abdullah had one such feeling wrapped in barbed wire and pushed inside his heart. For him, every big disaster he's had was a result of love. Then again, like the poets say - "how is the heart not brave, when after shattering a million times, it mends itself and walks ahead?" Leila Muhammad had everything a content muslimah could wish for - except perhaps love. Being the bookworm that she is, she's had enough exposure to know the difference between halaal and haraam. But would her heart be willing to sacrifice itself for someone like Laeeq? Someone who - despite having the best of manners - has been battered in the battlefield of love? After all, it takes a long voyage within qalbs to understand the depths of a situation - which is exactly what this story will do.
Bowled Over By The Broken by HopesPrayersNSmiles
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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.
A Muslim Girl's Love Story [COMPLETED] by NiqabiUndercover
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Formerly known as 'An Islamic Love Story.'
Healing ✔ by BoldnBeautiful
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♡Spiritual. Humor. Romance. Action♡ Zachariah is an agent, A little reckless and spends most of the time regretting his actions, but nevertheless a great agent. Sara has always been the good girl all her life. She always tries to do the right thing and never fails to pray on time. What happens when an unexpected event turns her life upside down leaving her scarred and broken....and even more what happens when Zachariah gets the most strangest condition of all with his next mission? ................... All that he ever needed Allah knew. And all what she ever needed Allah knew. So when the time was right He sent them to each other. Because he needed her innocence and she needed his strength. He needed the love that was set in the deepest treasures of her heart and she needed to heal and so with that Allah blessed his heart with hers and hers with his.
Broken Blue Balloons    (Islamic Story) ON HOLD by sssilentscreamsss
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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.
SERENDIPITY (Islamic Story) by sssilentscreamsss
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[Previously known as 'Have you'] Have you ever felt so alone? Have you ever felt like they stabbed you in your back? Have you ever thought you were going to be a victim of rape? Have you ever felt like you can't even trust family? Have you ever thought that something good would come out of something bad? Have you ever thought you would have a cute little angel at this age? 'No, I haven't. I haven't before. But now I realized that you can't expect anything from life. Everything just comes and goes. You can't stop it. You can't change it. You will be tired, but in the end, it will only make you stronger. I didn't know that I would go through all of this. I never thought about the fact that I will have a baby when I was still so young. I didn't think he would do this to me. But it happened, and it will only make us stronger..' Manar was nineteen when she got pregnant. But she realized that she was in this alone. All alone. She was strong. She knew Allah was always there for her and when she saw the face of her little angel, she knew that it was going to be alright. After all, her faith in Allah was all what she still has and it helped her to stand on her feet when everything around her was pulling her down. The only aim of her life is to be there for her angel, for her little boy.. But there was one thing that kept her afraid and always running; the threatening notes she finds everyday.. Kamal is sick of the rich world. No one understands him. He doesn't want to run his dad's company.. He wants to live the life he wants and the way he imagined it. He doesn't trust anyone, and that's why he is always alone. He has a few friends, but that's it. But what happens when he meets the strongest girl he has ever seen, that was taking care of a child? He feels something he has never ever felt before. It felt weird yet good. It hurt him, it made him happy. But why? ~ Romance Islam
I'm Miracle (Islamic Story) by sssilentscreamsss
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{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.