Aisha (RA) the role model of the believers. She was a Mumina, a Sheikha, a Saleha, a Murabiya and an Aalima, ♥ Aisha (RA) was the one with great personality. She had a Brilliant Mind with a Remarkable Memory, and was Tender hearted as well as a Modest, Pure, and a Pious lady. She was one of the Greatest Muslimah.♥ Anas ibn Malik said, "The first love in Islam was the love that the Messenger of Allah had for Aisha. may he be pleased with her." In this book, the life of Our Mother is described in short. Since she was the most beloved wife of Prophet Muhamad (pbuh), I thought of writing this book. Indeed, her life is so inspirational! Subhanallah ♡ THE WORDS MENTIONED IN THIS BOOK BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS. P.S- I HoPe YoU AlL wILl StUdY ThIs BoOk AnD GrAsP LoTs Of KnOwLeDgE aNd WiLl TrY YoUr BeSt tO fOlLow THE MOTHER OF THE BELIEVERS♥♥♥ Cover credits- ItsFirstMalaika

Through the cruise of love; there tends to be desolations, heartbreaks, and painful detriments. But if there was true ardour; the beholder of the love would persevere in the face of the grudges, the heart scourging pains, and pertubs. She was a chivalrous lady, whom was heartbroken and vowed not to fall in love again. He was an introvert; whom seldom talk, nor could he envisage himself in love. They became acquaintanced, intimate friends, and finally deviate into inseparable lovers. Promises were made, altruism was clearly avowed, and a future was planned. Upon the series of heart spasm, the etching wounds, scourging pains, and the perforating heartbreaks that could crucify the hearts. Would they grapple the pains and make something out of their adulation? _____ It would be a roller coster ride, with series of heartbreaks, betrayals, and heart squirming pains. Just tag along, as I tell you the story of the consolidated lovers. Ayshatou.

Ducking away, she ran out of Hajia's living room with a loving smile on her lips. She banged her head on a broad chest that gave her a souvenir of a scent, just as juicy as her husband's. She knew he was the one, her Twin kept to his words. Not looking up to his face, she wrapped her hands around his waist and nuzzled her face deep into his chest, chuckling. "I missed you so much, Hassan. I was just moving in that kitchen fah, but your thoughts were a second away from making me crazy!" She lifted up her legs and planted a smooch on his left cheek. Roughly, she was peeled off his chest and a certain longing of his warmth seeped within her. That was bad. What happened to him? He left looking all loving, had she done something wrong? She looked into his eye level, lifting her face completely because of their height different. This is her husband, but why the hard face and the frown? Is this a frank? He didn't missed her? Or was he pulling her legs? Nadia's thoughts were put into a halt when he opened his mouth, he sounded exactly as her husband would, just the words differed. "I'm Hussain!" It was her husband's twin! Not even a single mark was there on their faces to help her differ between the cheerful Hassan and a grumpy Hussain. She felt her limbs gone weak as he walked past her. • What would happen when Nadia keeps mistaking her husband for her Husband's twin? I'm loving this much! I'm sure you would too!

A painful breakup pushes Kyla Evans to get into a fake relationship with the person her ex-boyfriend hates the most: Seth Everett. But what will she do when the game starts to feel too real? ***** Seventeen-year-old Kyla has sworn off love. After getting dumped all too suddenly by her longtime boyfriend Cedric, she becomes convinced that people are never really who you think they are. So when notorious playboy Seth Everett suggests that Kyla fake date him to get back at Cedric, it seems like the perfect plan... as long as she doesn't end up falling for him. Content and/or trigger warning: This story mentions cancer, which may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]]

He found her at the right time and she fell for him at the most unexpected time in her life. He made her feel loved, cared for. She was afraid to be with him due to his wild mistress, but he vowed to make her his wife, notwithstanding what they were facing.

Ashe dama ana mutuwa a dawo? Ashe dama in mutum ya mutu, aka binne shi a kasa zaka iya ganinshi a rayuwarka? Kodai idonta ke mata gizo? Ko kuwa ta haukace ne? Aa, kila kuma kuncin da rayuwarta take ciki shine take ganin mutanen daya kamata ace tana tare dasu? Amma tabbas mijinta ne, shine. Ta tabbata shi din ne. Ga murmushin shi nan, dariyar shi, yanayin yadda yake tafiya. Wallahi shine! Shin mijin nata ne ko kuwa? Da gaske shi din take gani ko kuwa? Amma ba'a mutuwa a dawo. Saidai a yanayin yanda rayuwarta take juyata, takan iya cewa ita a nata fannin rayuwar, kila mutum yakan mutu sai ya dawo. Mijinta ne, kome zasuce bazata taba yarda dasu ba. Aisha Malumfashi.

''Marriage isn't easy especially when it's arranged and you hardly know the guy.'' 23-year-old Zara, a modest and virtuous Muslimah, has finally accepted a marriage proposal and is ready to share her life and love with her husband. But what happens when he is broody, stiff and ignores her most of the time? Is it possible to make her own husband fall in love with her or will Zara become a victim of unrequited love? #WATTYSWINNER2014

"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:)