The lives of Maryam, Yusuf, Zainab and Abdallah. How are they connected? Read to find out! * #1 in Arewa #1 in Muslim #1 in Maryam #1 in Zainab #1 in Yusuf #1 Abdallah #3 in Nigerian The first few chapters of this story are a little bit cringy and I must admit, poorly written so read at your own risk! But as you go on, I promise my writing gets better so come along and join me on this journey!

وَلۡتَكُنۡ مِّنۡكُمۡ اُمَّةٌ يَّدۡعُوۡنَ اِلَى الۡخَيۡرِ وَيَاۡمُرُوۡنَ بِالۡمَعۡرُوۡفِ وَيَنۡهَوۡنَ عَنِ الۡمُنۡكَرِ​ؕ وَاُولٰٓـئِكَ هُمُ الۡمُفۡلِحُوۡنَ‏ (3:104) And from among you there must be a party who invite people to all that is good and enjoin the doing of all that is right and forbid the doing of all that is wrong. It is they who will attain true success. ~~~~~ Today the Muslim world is faced with many challenges, so much to the extent that we are brainwashed by the Western powers and ideologies; infiltrated by these concepts that we, at times, aren't even sure are within our views. In sha Allah, in this book I will address different Islamic topics, ranging from basics, to random things, to interesting subjects, to general Islamic knowledge, to things people are unaware of, among others. ~~~~~

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.

Some say a guy and a girl can't truly be best friends- Rayhanah disagrees. Rahim Abdullahi is her best friend. He's everything she could want in a man-wealthy, handsome, smart, and kind. But she's always told herself it's just friendship. Until the threat of losing him forces her to face the truth. Desperate to help him escape a forced marriage, she proposes a solution: marry her instead. But what happens when one sees love... and the other still sees a best friend? The drama is just getting started.

Aleema and Ghaffar just got married- she married the love of her life, and he married the girl of his dreams. But Aleema's biggest mistake? Letting another woman into their home- even if she's family. Now, Aleema finds herself fighting for space, for peace, and for her place in a house that's meant to be hers. And it's proving to be the hardest battle she's ever faced.

"Batool come here" Umma called me "Naam Umma Am here" "Batool if your parent should tell you to leave something you love would you?" She asked and my heart skipped a beat "Yes I will Umma why won't I" I responded "Okay so yesterday when your dad went out, someone walked up to him regarding you and your dad agreed for him to come and see you today" Umma said and I felt my world crashing Who is this man Where did he see me Where does he know me from to even have the audacity to meet my father Wow so many thought in my head "Okay Allah ya kaimu" My heart was heavy, my eyes filled with tears but I managed to speak Who is he and where did he know me from were the two things I couldn't get off my head

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What happens when everyone sees you the same way, a self absorbed, egotistical, spoilt, arrogant person even though you're not? But then you meet the one person who stands by you, pampers you and consoles you? How would you feel when you find out it was all an act to make the arrogant, spoilt girl pay for undermining others? Though you left the country and started on a clean slate it still hurts you. Now you're back and not just to run away from the embarrassment and disgrace but to get back at them all. But what if because of that you will eventually end up married to your heartbreaker? Will you let your feelings return and fall In love again? Or... Will you make him pay for treating you like garbage? Rumaisa Ali Bature is about to go through hell and back but she's not going alone, she'll make sure of it. @Winterbearz This is a temporary account.

A fairy godmother internship is just what Noelle needs to escape her family's pumpkin business . . . until she starts to question her own happily-ever-after. Perfect for fans of The Princess Diaries or Ella Enchanted! * * * Noelle Simpkins is sick of working for her parents. Sure, her dad runs a booming pumpkin business and her mom's the greatest shoemaker in the land. But pumps and pumpkins get OLD after a while, and she's ready to see more of the world. When she hears about a fairy godmother internship in the city, she jumps on it. The goal? Make sure royal clients get happily-ever-afters . . . all while battling goblins, curing curses, and figuring out how to use a magic wand. Not to mention shutting down a rival godmother and avoiding Kit, a distractingly cute guy who sells pie and keeps turning up. But as exciting as her new gig is, Noelle is surprised when she realizes . . . she kind of misses making shoes and growing pumpkins. Has she gotten closer to her own happily-ever-after, or farther away? And when the glass shoe's on the other foot, can she stay true to her heart? [[word count: 70,000-80,000 words]] Cover by Erin Bowman and April Alforque

I was in a dark place with no one to hear my cries, I screamed but the sound just echoed into a far distance The pain was unbearable from almost every part of my body especially around my thighs and my hands, my head also hurt I cried into the darkness but no one was there, I prayed and prayed till I found myself slowly slipping out of that world till I was met with blinding light Opening my eyes I looked around to the blank walls made of plain cement blocks, no paint or anything and so was the ground it looked like an uncompleted building but what bothered me the most was what I was in Was it the pain or the wetness I was feeling, i mustered up the courage and raised my pounding head looking up at my wide-spread legs and the pool of blood I was laying in I couldn't cry nor scream just fall back into the dark world I was recently in with one thought in mind What every woman kept and treasured the most was taken away from me.