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Layla Hayat is many things; philanthropist, introvert, gymnast, bad drummer, prodigal daughter of a famous designer... ....Forgiving is not one of them. 6 years have passed since HE broke her heart. What on earth could have brought him back into her life? Azaan Malik is many things; Ambitious, Former class clown, Unapologetic flirt, Commitment-phobic, Food stealer... ....Quitter is not one of them. He wants to regain what he once lost: Layla's trust. Nothing will stop him from breaking down the walls she is determined to build around herself. WARNING: Slightly Mature Language. Some scenes may be disturbing.

"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?

#16 in Spiritual (12/3/17) Her heart was silently twisted and scarred, Her tongue was tied and lips were sealed, Her eyes forecasted and silence spoke volumes, She hid her pain whilst saving others, Letting him carve her skin, Till the last drop of blood oozed out of her flesh. She wore those scars with a hollow smile, Until her knight came with a mirthful grin, He had no shining armour or a sword; Just a heart of pure gold, He picked her up and showed her the way; To the path which led to colors. She walked on a lane bloomed with flowers, But now she knew to look for the thorns, She healed other from the wounds she had, She was Scarred to be mend, She was pushed to be held. Disclaimer: No part of this book is in anyway associated with real life character or events. The story may contain Muslim characters but they are NOT the real image of the religion. Warning: This story contains slightly mature content and violence. Cover Credit: ItsFirstMalaika

"She made broken look healed, And strong look invincible, She carried the Universe on her shoulders and made it look like a pair of wings." What if you wake up in a hospital bed not remembering anything that happened the night before? What if the horrors keep you sleepless for the next four years? Zeeniya Tahan hid perfectly behind the mask she crafted. Biker Kick boxer Footballer And a sarcastic girl boss. Stuck between three brothers and a best friend, she was finally coping with the hidden facts when the hurricane struck - in the form of a really good looking - I mean really good looking project partner. Nayal Siddiqi, your more than average knight in the shining armor, smart, hot - everything Zeeniya didn't need. But some times just the thought of a helping hand is all you need to get over the worst fears. And in her case, finding out what happened that night. If you need humor, sarcasm, crime and and romance all under one roof, you are in the right place.

The things I knew that were once unethical, were bound to be saintly. The dreams I dreamt once upon a time, seemed to be an epitome of nightmares. The heart I thought I stole long ago, always belonged to someone else. The crimes I have committed all my life, became a handful of lessons that I ought to learn. The world I looked up to once, became a mortal enemy of mine. The family I thought would disown me, fought my battles for me. The life I never imagined I'd live, sadly it became a life I'd rather live than die. Lastly, the guilt I carried in me for the each and every second of my living, was a poison spreading and gradually banishing everything around me. Clearly, I was bounded by the past! Never have I imagined for the galaxy of guilt in me to steadily transform into a matter of great; Love. No, it wasn't for my dead sister, or for the woman I once claimed to love, or for my money-grubbing father, or even for the woman who was destined for me. Majestically, it was for Someone who I never ever thought it would be for; My Maker. Well, it's mind-blowing how the ugliest of matters bring out the most beautiful of articles! -Guilt is a gift from Allah, warning you that what you are doing is violating your soul.- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Started: 22/12/2017, 7:15 pm. [All Rights Reserved, froward 2017]

This was not supposed to happen, they were not supposed to meet. An angry young Pashtun with his ego problems was not supposed to fall for the Americanized version of a Pakistani Muhajir, hack life was not decided for love, not for him at least. He was hard headed than why his gray orbs sudden soften for the brown ones. He had decided that he will marry the first girl that came in front of him to prove a point to his theoretically former tribal bride and in laws. But it took a highway route when he saw a certain, lost girl at the Jinnah Airport. A girl in white cotton floor length dress with a brown leather jacket with a pair of converse munching on a packet of lays masala, sitting on her own trolley, flipping her head here and there as her scarf moved with her without even for once being displaced from its original position. Was he ready to marry a girl that he does not know let alone liked by first sight when he knew in his family approval comes from the elders where there is no choice left for them, the broods? He might be an introvert and an honor preserving chap but he was clear when it came to what he wants and needs. He never confused his feelings with his duties as the head of his family or as the impending head of the chief of his tribe, to be the next Emir of Gorgush. Olasyar Khan, was in that state of mind but then why did his heart feel that pine? He was ready to make everything turn according to his desires, the Pashtun in him was not ready to back down and let others lead his life for him. Allah showed him the way, so he will move all the rocks and stones in his path even if he must pick them up by his bare hands. As the tag on the bag read the name, he uttered the last words and left, "Zareen Wadi, be ready to be Zareen Khan." Their fates were already amalgamated, they just had to find their way to each other. The following book does not represent or attack a certain race or cast. Spiritual #33 (4/20)

In a world of lies and crimes of heartbreaks, there were very few cases where the broken hearts were two and not one. There were few screams with silent sobs in the corner of souls that were too happy to suffer too bright to be dim. Yet the sun did let the darkness to take over again as the dawn up surfaced again but for the people who were not stronger; not ready. Walking through the memory lane of time as he goes through the same hallways of his beloved's lost memories, he thinks about how something so pure was all a lie with a broken existence of hope that his mother will one day come alive from the shadows of death. "Ishq" I repeat the word of love that she uses to call me with. "You successfully killed your love, your Ishq, Jeena." Rafan was not the same man anymore. He is not the same happy go-lucky-guy, not since his mom died, not since the person who promised him nothing but a lifetime of love, comfort and presences left him. The world he was promised was what he wanted, it was enough to complete him of something he did not know he needed. He needed her, he needed Jeena. In the silence of those corridors in his subconscious mind, he makes a sound full promise of finding the remainder of his love and the criminal of his hopes, the keeper of his promises and the rebel of his words, to make it rough for her. To make her feel what he felt. To make her bleed the same way he still bleeds. To make her pay the price he had to pay. "Sir your flight to Istanbul will be... early morning, tomorrow. The details are here." Kabir, my assistant informed, passing me the boarding paper after checking them. To him, he was the only broken soul in this tragic love story but was it even the love story to began with? It was a mess of dried up tears and lies spoken with a smiling face. It was a game of chase and hiding from your fate. It was the ruins of belief in good and affection. It was a story, yes but of love, not so much...

Doubt unwinds how humans can create personas to fit into society and forget to love themselves. The story moves around two people and the choices they question, which were made for them. Best friends stuck with insecurities, but will stand by each other in any circumstances. One has mother issues, whereas the other only has a mother to live for. Not your regular north and south, but definitely not your ice-cream and waffle. One will crack jokes at the most random of times, and the other will not even laugh, but both are suckers for biryani. One might suck at Urdu, and the other only freaks out in it, but both care about one person. One is born in Pakistan, and the other is born in America, but both are Pakistani. One is over-excited, and the other is calm as the wind, but both are socially damaged. One is a creative bird, and the other is the virtual freak, but both hate biology. One is head over heels for Pakistani music, and the other doesn't even understand half the lyrics, but both love Sajjad Ali. One is naïve, whereas the other is silly, but both are mature at the right moment. One reads the ingredients of everything while the other makes his own, but, again, both are Halal oddities in a Haram world. She was Ezzah Mahir, and this her journal. Now available on Amazon and in Pakistan.

My name is Mina Amin. Pakistani. Aged 23. Artist. Foodie. Cat freak. About to marry my best friend. Yep, the usual. I am the girl you wish you could be. Life for me is pretty much perfect; Until it no longer is. ........... This story is about the pain of unrequited love. This story will make you think about stuff you'd rather not think about. This story is about friendship, love, and forgiveness... But it is also about Infidelity, hurt, and Godlessness. Read & Enjoy! (The author loves to read comments) WARNING: Might cause females to fall in love with the characters. Might also cause them to have delusional, bloated expectations from males. Don't proceed with caution, because deep inside you're a masochist. Cheers. DISCLAIMER: This book has Muslim characters, but it is not an accurate representation of "Islam". It is not meant to preach, or depict perfect Muslims.