Salma seemingly closed the chapter with Zayn once the court proceedings ended. However, fate had other plans. Or maybe it was prayers? Silent pleas whispered in the loneliness of the night by one heartbroken man. A storm of threats, bullets and a baseball bat, smashed whatever she knew of peace. A kidnapping attempt, or two . . . maybe it was three? Lies and Secrets. And many more murdering plots hit her like a tornado, forcing her back to square one with only one way out. Zayn. She could be with him till she was no longer held at a gunpoint, but was it fair that once she was free to breathe in peace, she would walk away and ruin his life? What would it cost to give him a chance? If she opens her heart to him, what would be lost? ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ You better not be secretly leading me to my death, Alex! Barely had the though completed in her mind that she felt the barrel of a gun press into the back of her head. She froze in fright, her nails digging into the palm of her hands inside the pocket of her coat. "Make a move bitch, and they won't even find a body to bury," he warned. The levelness of his voice scarier than his threat. Salma gulped, too petrified to even breath. "Hands where I can see them!" He nudged her with the gun. Salma unclenched her fists inside her coat. "Now!" She felt the gun poking her head sharply. Slowly, she brought her trembling hands out, and held them above her head. "Turn around," he ordered. Salma swallowed her fear again. Her mouth felt dry. She had a feeling she did not have long to live. If she were to make it out of here alive, Agent Alex would have taken him out already. A dry, ragged sob raked through her body when she realized this. She was just a bait. And baits don't survive. At what felt like a snail's pace, she turned around to face her death. Salma's eyes zeroed on the barrel of the gun pointed at her.

HR: #10 (09/11/2018)#13 (08/22/18) #14 (08/21/2018)(09/08/2018) #18 (03/23/2017) "No!" Zayn shouted. He was pale as if he had seen a ghost. Eyes wide, lips parted, hair disheveled and hands raised towards her. Salma took a step towards the edge. "Stop! Get down!" "Don't come near me," she warned. It was a broad, three-foot ledge but how far could she cross it to escape him? The parking lot was a long way down - a dark abyss. Salma felt movement behind her. She stepped away from the edge and turned her attention on Zayn again, but she was already too slow. He had grabbed a handful of her abaya. Salma tugged at it to set it free. "Get down!" Zayn demanded, his voice frantic. "Let me go!" "Just get down!" "No, you --" "JUST GET THE FU--" "-- back off first!" "--DOWN FROM THE LEDGE!" Salma's left heel dipped. She had not realized she had been backing away as she argued with him. Startled by the sudden vacuum, her upper body reacted by jerking forward. Her arms flailed as she lost her balance. Her heart jumped to mouth. She was going to fall to her death. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Passed down the family, the weight of a centuries-old trust was placed upon Salma Rahman when she was only two. The little Sthooriy girl from Oochath tribe has now grown up into a smart, passionate, but a very stubborn young lady who lives a happy, though sheltered life. Having picked an unexpected interest in bees, she has her eyes set on becoming an entomologist. Everything seems to work out, until an accident befalls her on her way to a camping trip, and her only companion in the desolate wild, Zayn Harris, strikes her like a bolt from blue. Old conspiracies resurface, new enemies are made. She's attacked left, right and center, and in the middle of it all, he insists on taking her on a ride to get lost.

Meet Ayesha, the total twin troublemaker and an evil genius. Obviously she hates being girlish because that's what you get living with 3 elder brothers, playing soccer your entire life and having only one girl-best-friend by your side. But is she happy? Hell yeah! Join her adventurous life where she is obsessed with playing pranks on people almost every day, getting into trouble ALL THE TIME and naming her pets something no-one would name, like Rumplestiltskin! And then come the 4 jerks who she despites the most Aahil, who is a twin himself and Ayesha's neighbor Zayn, who is Aahil's cousin and the intimidating bad boy of the school Bilal, who is also Aahil's cousin and Ayesha's childhood bully Yazaan (Nop, he's not related to anyone) but he's a troublemaker himself Now what will happen when one of helps a very lost Ayesha and guides her through her life? Highest rankings #1 in Muslim story on 02/10/20 #1 in Halaal on 02/10/20 #10 in Islamic on 02/10/20 #13 in Spiritual on 02/10/20

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...

He treaded on a path of destruction, lost among a sea of souls, and then he was drowning in her perfection. * * * * Kanza never expected much from life. She lived through the tragedy of losing her beloved, lived in silent fear of love, lived only to please Allah. Through her perfect mask, she created a viral YouTube channel, one that followed Muslim fashion and streaming games, two giant platforms. She didn't expect it to be popular, nor did she expect a secret admirer. A man of few words and the brother of her best friend leads her to a path of desire and decorum as the two play a game of cat and mouse. Little did Kanza know that two imperfect people were more than capable of being perfect together. (Book Three in the American Muslimah Trilogy, but can be read as a stand alone) •Cover by @IamSumayya•

A world wide hijab (head scarf) ban merges the lives of two unlikely individuals battling against the darkness that plagued the hearts of their friends and loved ones. What will happen when they've both had enough? Copyrighted © 2015

[Reached #1 in Spiritual] He stands there tall, but not the same man I saw yesterday. This man had his shoulders slouched, he was heaving up and down. Not strong and confident as his usual self. His back was to me but he was facing the large office wall that's made out of glass. He leaned closer to the glass and put his head against it. His right hand joined and the glass started fogging. His breathing slowly blurring out the lively New York City. "Mr. Saleh?" I Whispered. He sighs heavily and turns around. I was shocked. His eyes were puffy and red. A fresh tear was slowly making its way down his cheek. He cleared his throat and clenched his jaw. "What?"

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"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:)

"Green, don't die on me! I can't lose you too.ً" Hamsa Tahir is free-willed, she's bold, she's stubborn. And she's a Muslim. Her parents were killed in the English invasion of their country, and ever since, she lived her life vehemently hating non-Muslims and all they stood for. Sebastian Walsh is cynical, he's arrogant, he's hotheaded. And he's an English man! Not just any English man; he's the son of the invader of Hamsa's land. His mother died at the hands of Muslims when he was young and he grew up with extreme loath for every Muslim's guts. After an unfortunate incident forces them together, no two people could hate each other more than these two do. But what happens when they find themselves forced to trust and help each other in order to survive?