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.

She was abandoned on her wedding day. The groom disappeared. There were accusations. Her honour was at stake. Her family was to be ruined. One man saved her from all this misery or was it to be yet another trial that she will face... Nawal Ahmed has been the adoring sister of her three brothers. She was pampered and spoiled. She was loved and doted on. She was loud, mischievous and sometimes wild. Her wedding was set. Her groom was a loving successful man. Or was it all an illusion. Salman Siddique had been admiring his cousin since childhood. He loved her passionately. He was amused by her outgoing character. He never wanted to see tears in her eyes. It was he who saved her from ruination. But did this mean that his dream was to come true. Read and find out how Nawal's innocence and troublesome personality will lead her to deception and deceit. And Salman's love is to be tested.... Content Warning: Some of the content may not be appropriate for young or sensitive people as there is an implicit reference to sexual activity, physical violence and strong language. Although, the book should pass for PG15.

My letters to my best friend whom I lost to cancer when we were thirteen. #3 in Non-fiction as on 25 July 2016

Daleela is fifteen, hormonal, and all around your average teenage Muslim girl. Well, you know, if being a Muslim girl in America is what you call average to start with. She has a quick temper, an overly soft heart, and to add to that she's constantly fighting to do the right thing. But what happens when choosing to do the right thing is suddenly a much harder decision to make? When she and her family move away from the homey state of Virginia to the bustling city of New York, her life takes an abrupt turn at the very corner of crazy-ville. How is she going to handle her first year in public school as the only visible Muslim in sight? Not to mention the fact that she's forced to be locker buddies with a completely bipolar psychopath that seems to hold the key to a murky past not even he knows the whole truth of. Daleela will face it all; a journey full of love, mistakes, discrimination, and maybe a few unplanned adventures. Although she's always been a true fighter, how will she handle everything that is happening without losing sight of what's truly important to her? Will she be able to juggle keeping up with her family and protecting her modesty while still maintaining a firm grip on her faith? What will happen when one girl has to fight for the respect of so many and prove herself to everyone looking down on her? Well, you'll have to take a dive into her world and find out for yourself... © 2012-2021 JAMEELAH LATHAM ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

A collision of raw flaws inevitably divorce proximity between the innocent and the tainted. But will history straddle its suffice as means of fusing the differences mocking a faint decision, or will it just rot the bandaged hope fragile in heal? With anecdotal suffering and a naive heart, Aamirah's vulnerable mind swims in grey, blind to routes of light. Faith redundantly evokes that the environment has displaced the real him. The man whose childhood years were lived aside her's, hurts and lies. Yet, under the forced exterior, his heart still emanates the same warmth, red of foreign. And so the flare to her candle flickers away, vanishing, until it's a dark abyss and her mind befriends the potential; His potential. Their potential future. -- All rights reserved. This book is subject to copyright rules. You may NOT use and reproduce this book or any portion thereof without appropriate credit and written permission, nor can you use my ideas for your own work. In other words, PLEASE DO NOT COPY. This novel is entirely fictional, names and corresponding events are completely coincidental.

Raised by an Egyptian, Muslim father and an Australian, non religious mother, Hana is brought up to figure things out for herself. Not being fully one thing or another, and having two contrasting religious perspectives to learn from, Hana is faced with familial, religious and personal pressures upon any decision she needs to make. As opportunity strikes to move away from Adelaide to Melbourne for Uni, Hana is given the chance to start over on her own, but not before she meets Noah at a local Tip-Top store.

{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.

She was tested. Battered. And Bruised. He was her saviour. He was her only hope for survival, happiness and love. And she was not his... Ramlah Khan had always taken care of her younger sisters. She was the shoulder for her friends to cry on and her parents hope. She always believed that she could overcome all kinds of problems when having strong faith in Allah. She did not know that she was to be tested in the cruelest way ever - her love, her faith, her trust all will pay the price of being the strength of those around her. Fadil Mirza has always been successful whether in school, in his career or even making many friends. He had his whole life planned. He truly believed his childhood female friend will become his life partner in this World and the next, little did he know that his judgement was truly wrong. Ramlah and Fadil's lives get entwined when they work towards developing and maintaining their relationships. However, Allah had written a completely different destiny for them. Content Warning: Some of the content may not be appropriate for young or sensitive people as there is implicit reference to sexual activity and strong language. Although, the book should pass for PG13.

The people I meet. The stories I'm surrounded by. They inspire everything from Love and Awe, to Hilarity and Disgust. This might just be a glorified diary at some point, but I'm too hipster for journals. (Or, err...the other way round). Here's to the holiness of Coffee Beans and to the power of Human Thought.

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.