A collection of notes, a public library, two teenagers, and zero spoken communication.

Seven boys became best friends when they were just 12years old. Now even after 14years nothing changed between them. These seven best friends live in individual houses but in the same compound. They all studied in the same school and even in same college. They all even saw the same dream and fulfilled it by starting a company together and named it as Seven Corporations. This is going in the path of success! 'Except one' of them everyone are married and leading very happy married life. Are you confused that how I know this much about them? That's because one of them is my brother. I am six years younger than him and obviously to the remaining. The interesting thing is that I look up to 'Except one' person as my Prince charming. Yup! He is my crush. Kind of weird right having crush on brother's best friend but it just happened. I didn't plan it or something ok. And this is my story about how I showed everyone that I am actually a strong girl!!!

#1 in spiritual "You are mine!" He claimed, gazing at her deep hazel eyes intensely. "No, I was never yours."She countered, as a lone tear fell from her eyes. "You were and you are. I will not let you get married to anyone else and there will be only my name in your henna!" Daniyal smiled gandering at her delicate hands, which were soon going to be covered with henna, but with his name? "Aren't you happy that I am finally leaving your house! Please Daniyal! You know how much it took me to be okay after you broke our friendship! Then you came back again as if nothing happened?" Kinza Malak burst into tears. Her bottled up emotions exploded like a volcano abruptly! "I am sorry Kinza. I was a jerk back then; I spoilt everything. Please let me fulfil the promise, my dad made to your abbu," with that he walked away, hiding hurt and love in his emotionless eyes, leaving a shocking Kinza behind.

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~

She knew that her work wouldn't let her rest, Was aware that every day would be a test. It was her passion though, to see the last smiles, Although they haunted her for the longest of times. He was a wonder in this world, Possessed a heart of gold. His heart bled for every atrocity the ummah faced, His Soul shook every time an innocent was shot dead. She couldn't believe that he was hers, And he was on a mission to never see her in tears. She remembered this when a cry escaped its cage, And knew that he would love her even after his last breath.

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.

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.