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Operation: Dard and Devotion by sprinkleofhayat
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As if being kidnapped from a poverty-stricken town in the Middle East was not horrifying enough, Hayat Ishfaq, a 21 year-old American Muslim, is forced to watch the slow beheadings of her own students. But, those are the least of her worries. ~A Wattpad Featured Story~
Who is Anisa Haque? by UmmiBeee
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Anisa is young woman in her 20s with an insatiable love for cheesy popcorn, George Clooney and solving mysteries. When her best friend Maryam gets engaged to be married, Anisa finds her perfect world falling apart. Before she can fix it, she has to help a dysfunctional family survive through an earth shattering crisis. But how can she cover up their dirty secrets without hers coming to light?
Father of the Bride by The_Night_Writer
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When Amirah and Ayaaz leave Aston University they decide it's time to speak to their parents and get married. However, bringing their parents together complicates matters when Amirah's single, charming father- Khizar Khan-falls for Ayaaz's elegant, intelligent and striking mother- Mahnoor Qureshi. Protective of his vulnerable mother, Ayaaz, is quick to defend her and breaks off ties with Amirah and her father breaking both their hearts. Will Ayaaz allow his mother to re-marry? Will happiness fill both homes? Or will one have to sacrifice their happiness for another? Come, follow their journey and fall in love. _____________________________ Cover credit goes to the wonderful and helpful @haya-sh-z
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
THE BOOK by IlloFaisal
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walked into another realm by just a pen writing on a book. martial and his friends are set to face an in believe able journey
Behind The Gate of Lakeview  by Rihanna_Adedeji
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Jadeshola Badmus is not your regular female lead. She's outspoken, Brilliant, Sassy, beautiful, intelligent, and is the president of the Literary and debate team. What's more, she comes from a very wealthy family and is the head girl of her school, Lakeview High, one of the most prestigious schools in the country. The only bad luck for her comes in the form of the golden star boy of the school, Uthman Gbadamosi, her arch-rival in debating, the school's head boy, football team captain, and the crush of many girls in school except Jade of course. The two are thrown together after a brief encounter and they found themselves developing feelings for each other amidst family breakdown, friend's betrayal, failed tests, and missed opportunities. This book follows the lives of the finalists at Lakeview High as they maneuver their way to become better adults in the seemingly ugly world.
Consequences by wattman44
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Tola Segun had just come back from a visit to her best friend's house. When she opened the door and went in, she finds her husband, Ola, lying on the floor in a pool of blood. He had clutched onto a bag that was beside him. This was a bag filled with dollar bills- lots of it. She fears being accused of the crime, and takes the bag and runs out of the house immediately. She gets into her car and drives far away from the scene of the crime. With no fixed destination, she stops at a hotel for the night before deciding on where to go. But it is here at the hotel that she discovers a shocking detail about her husband. Now she wants to find out the whole truth. But there are consequences she didn't realize she had to face.
Loving You Better by Bee_91
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We were 16 when we fell in love. We were 18 when we got married. And we were 19 when we got divorced. I can still taste the lipstick you wore that night. I can still remember the way your skin felt when I brushed my fingers over your bare shoulders. I remember you and I remember every part about you. Now, we're 27 and when I look at you, I know I'm not the one who painted the drops of sadness across your face. Your heart mourns and cries but those tears are not for me. I can still see your smile when I close my eyes and I want to bring that smile back to your face once more.