Arab Histoires

A girl, a rich tourist and one very awkward month...

⚠️This story is a work of fiction and explores themes based on cultural traditions, emotional struggles, and personal transformation. She stormed out to the garden. "Say something!" she snapped, eyes burning. "Or are you still playing that 'I'm-too-pure-to-talk' game? Still pretending to be holy?" And that's when Raif moved. Fast. Zariah didn't even have time to blink before her back hit the nearby pillar - not hard, but firm enough to freeze her breath. His hand gripped her waist tightly, the other at her wrist, locking her in place. His chest pressed to hers. His face was inches from hers. His voice was deep. Controlled. But deadly serious. "It's no longer like always, Zariah." Her lips parted. "I used to ignore you because I knew my limits. I'm not like those men who flirt and sin and call it love. I feared Allah more than I ever desired you." His eyes narrowed, dark fire glowing behind them. "I didn't punish you back then because I respect women - even when they spit venom. I kept my mouth shut, not because I was weak... but because you weren't my mahram. I had no right to look at you, touch you, even speak without reason." He leaned closer, and she could feel his breath brush her cheek. "But now..." His grip on her tightened, and her body trembled - not from fear, but from the intensity in his words. "Now you are my wife. Now, you belong to me. Halal. Lawful. Mine." Zariah tried to turn her face away, but he caught her chin, tilting it back to him. "Now I can do anything I want. I can touch you. I can silence your insults without guilt. And I can show you what it means to be owned in a way that'll make you crave it again." His lips brushed her neck, just for a second - before he bit her. Not soft. Not brutal. But just enough to sting, enough to leave a mark. Zariah gasped, frozen. He pulled back just a little. "This-" he said, brushing his thumb over the fresh mark on her neck, "-is the first of many."

Meet Daniella Ross, a poor girl who never had a friend in her life, and no family to turn to. She goes from having nobody to talk to, to having a whole family of unknown people help her along. I suck at descriptions, but please don't let this stop you from reading, it'l be a very interesting story and i want you to be part of my journey.. Carry on reading.

what holy Qoran and sunnah say about being pious woman?

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""Until next time then. And don't be ashamed of hiding. I hide my face every step I take, choice or not. Everyone hides." I said, and then turned back. Every step seemed shaky, the world seen through a veil of smoky tears. I wasn't saying goodbye. I would have to get married to him first. And Zoya would die without her mother. She had already lost too much. " Rashida Ranaz just wants to be left alone. She's too much and she knows it: too dark, too sharp, her eyes too pale and her hair too dead. The village fears her. Her sisters are shunned. Shah Naseeb doesn't know who he is. He's the heir to the Crown, the most powerful young man in the world, but his every step is uncertain. They could've lived with each other. They didn't need to meet. And yet... When Shah's father, the Cruel King Matuelleh, the killer of Rashida's beloved father, comes into her village, ready to uproot Rashida's whole life, both of their carefully curated roles begin to fall apart in irreconcilable ways.

18 year old Farida has been accepted to the most prestigious university of Oman. But all hopes for an easy year go crashing down when she discovers that Omar; the one person who seems most interested in annoying her, also ends up there too. Omar doesn't want trouble though. He wants friendship. Seems like he's grown a sudden attachment to her over the holidays.

[AMBYS 2024 FANTASY FAVORITE] Badriya As-Sahra is sick of piling up camel dung and picking people's pockets for a living. Her world discriminates against women and orphans, and it is only her damned luck that she happens to be both. She yearns for more but can't do anything else unless she wants to rot in the streets. Ayaz Shahrayar balances two lives: one of defiance, where he aids his people suffering from the Sultan's rule, and one of obedience, where he plays the role of a naive prince and heir in public. But his thirst for vengeance drives him more reckless by the day, and he knows that he might do something that could threaten his inheritance and his life. When the Sultan of Zecaj, desperate for more wealth to start a war, declares a country-wide hunt for a powerful artifact lost in legends called the Jewel of Opulence, Badriya jumps at the chance for the promise of reward. When the Sultan threatens Ayaz of losing the very thing he is meant to have, he has no choice but to join the hunt. As Badriya and Ayaz cross paths on their quest, they must learn to work together to find the Jewel and uncover the truth of its power. Only that it proves to be more difficult when the threat of betrayal and the spark of attraction try to distract them from their opposing goals. | 90,000 - 100,000 words. Second rough draft. | Featured by WattpadAsianFantasy, retold, WattpadDarkFantasy, WattpadFantasyPH!

ROMANCE/SPIRITUAL There is nothing like despising someone you grew up with. There is nothing like obsessing over someone you grew up with. Being the odd one out never made Noori Abdullah's life easy at school and then at work. Azhar Ibn Musa made sure of that, of course it was easier for him to ensure she was miserable forever. While they played their games, shadows started moving, secrets were being whispered and finally the past chased up to the family of Musa Ibn Mustafa. And it was going to get very dark in these trying times and Noori surprisingly found herself in the middle of it all.

"His trust never felt right but i tend to flow with it" "Ah, Asdati (my lioness), your fiery spirit and captivating beauty make every moment with you an adventure." In the kingdom of Rashid, secrets hide, Beneath the stars, destinies collide. Soraya, daughter of mysteries untold, Seeks truth in fires, dreams of old. Her father's legacy, a tale of flame, A past concealed, a hidden name. With Zayd by her side, protector true, They unravel the past, the lies undo. A fateful contest, where heirs must fight, Magic and danger, in of night. But Soraya's quest, it goes beyond, To find her father, the truth long gone. In gardens forgotten, whispers are heard, Of love, of loss, of a kingdom stirred. Romance blooms amidst the fray, In Zayd's eyes, Soraya finds her way. Together they face the unknown ahead, Through trials and tribulations, their bond is fed. Inheritance of Fires and Dreams they claim, A journey of courage, in destiny's flame.

Aria isn't just a princess, she's an Arabian princess... Well at least she was. Barbarians have captured her land and with only a few loyal servants, she alone manages to escape to the shelter of England. All she hoped for was some security from Queen Elizabeth, but it turns out she receives much more.... Lord Bromley isn't just your typical aristocrat, he is the aristocrat. Unlike the other Lords and Ladies of the court, he doesn't absorb himself into the spiral of gossip. Nevertheless, he still manages to capture everyone's interest, or rather the ladies interests(!) But you see, there's only one woman... Princess rather who manages to catch the grey storm in his eyes.

A Jinni Princess answers to no one, does what she likes. A Peasant boy obeys his family, does what he's told. When a Jinni Princess is stranded in the middle of nowhere, forced to grant a commoner's wishes, she is more than appalled at the prospect. Trouble is...he has no desires, or so he says. With trouble brewing on the horizon, this unlikely duo must face danger, overcome magic and deal with the inconveniences of the Ancient World. Too bad they can't get along even if their lives depend on it... 1001 Arabian Nights Inspired Story-set primarily in Medieval Turkey, Bahrain, and Kuwait.

For a sassy young woman used to blagging, blogging and slogging her way through dreary London, the call of a glamorous, tax-free lifestyle in sunny Dubai just couldn′t go unanswered. Over the course of two years, while an entire city rose from the dust Becky Wicks scaled a good few rungs of the hard-to-climb career ladder. She became a celebrity editor in a land where sex definitely does not sell and spent most nights in a five-star blur of champagne luxury. Dubai offered everything, but things soon got messy -- not least because a wealthy Arab man made Becky his mistress. These days, shamed rule-breakers and failed entrepreneurs are a dime a dozen in Dubai, yet the city retains its allure. Becky Wicks lifts the burqa on the razzle-dazzle and reveals some of what goes on in the world′s fastest up-and-coming city and shopping Mecca.

muslim halal love story pakistani x arab how many coincidences is too much? and how many count as signs from Allah?

I'm a Muslim. I believe deeply in my religion and live it to the outermost core. I follow every guideline, every rule, every term, every law. Everyday I urge myself to become a better version of the Muslimah I am. I pray for the gates of heaven to open for me the day my souls leaves this earth and I praise the creator whenever I get the chance. I am a loving daughter, niece, sister and friend, I continually practice my beliefs with the blessed sanctuary of my close ones that the lord has provided me with. Every good deed I have committed has been in the name of my protecter and every hideous sin has been because of my bittersweet free will and the whispers of the satan. I love who I am. I love who people think I am. I can't change a thing. Like when my family forces me into a marriage I didn't want to be in. When they refuse to believe the things I saw, but don't worry. I'm a Muslim.

The light novel adaptation of my web comic series "Ghost redeemer" by Catamation on YouTube

Poetry is essential for the arabs. Back then in the arabian peninsula, kings used to have a poet or a writer that writes for the king describing his strength and majesty. Also, those poets wrote poems against the enemies of their king. Lovers would also exchange poems back then. Today, poetry is still important in arabia, but its not as essential as it was before. In this book i will be writing English poetry with an Arabian background.

❝𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙬 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚. ❞ ╰┈➤ A collection of poems by the beloved Palestinian poet, Mahmoud Darwish.

Nadirah is a nerd. A nerd in love. What's even more of a plot twist, Nadirah is a Muslim who wears a headscarf. Obsessed with Harry Potter and Doctor Who, Nadirah finds herself broken in a world filled with intrigue as she discovers her true feelings for Majd. All the while discovering herself, Nadirah's family is being torn apart. What was she made for?

this book is mainly about my oc shinistan(not real country). This book will be mainly about her. I mean, shinistan is the title after all yalls can ask questions about her and things like that I don't have any rules for what u can ask her this book with have things like Headcanons, short one shots, Au and basic stuff abt her There will be country information and countryhuman information both