Hijabi Stories

He was never supposed to touch her. But now that he has-he'll never let her go. Daniel King doesn't believe in love. He believes in power, control, and taking what's his-without apology. So when a veiled, soft-spoken woman saves his life, he decides two things: She belongs to him. And he will ruin her... beautifully. Aniya Durrani wants nothing from the dangerous stranger she pulled from death-especially not his obsession. But Daniel doesn't understand boundaries. And he doesn't handle rejection. He's the devil in a tailored suit. She's the prayer he was never meant to hear. But fate doesn't care about what's sacred. He's going to touch her. Break her. Worship her. And nothing-not even God-can stop him. A dark, obsessive, slow-burn romance between a dangerous don and the devout girl who dares to say no.

Alana and Zavian were cousins. Then friends. Then... oops, husband and wife. It all happened way too fast - one second she's applying to universities, the next she's trying to figure out how to make chai without burning the kitchen because rishta culture won. Alana's a certified grumpy girl, beautiful, moody, and lowkey a menace with the softest heart. Zavian? First-year business student, full-time chill guy, part-time chaos - and somehow now in charge of being a whole husband. They didn't plan this marriage. But now they're stuck figuring it out - with cousins spying, aunties whispering, and feelings creeping in faster than either of them expected. It's halal. It's hilarious. It's chaos with a nikkahnama. -- CRINGE AF

"Want me to read to you?" he asked, voice barely above the hush of dawn. She nodded, nestling closer. So he began, the words spilling into the room, wrapping around them like silk. "Wa min ayatihi an khalaqa lakum min anfusikum azwajan..." (And of His signs is that He created for you from yourselves mates that you may find tranquility in them...) Alya's lashes fluttered. She could have lived a thousand lifetimes right there, each one spent simply listening to this. When he finally closed the mushaf, he looked over at her with eyes so gentle "You look like your heart is somewhere else," he teased, thumb brushing her cheek. "It's right here," she whispered. "With you. With Him." ~ She didn't fall in love. She fell into silence. The kind that comes after you've cried so much, your tears forget how to fall. Then came Zaid. He didn't arrive like lightning. He arrived like the adhan-soft, calling, certain. He never looked too long, never said too much. Alya didn't believe in fairy tales. Not after the things she'd endured. She had every reason to run But when the proposal came when he asked for her hand the way a believer should- it wasn't her heart that said yes. It was her sabr. She said yes, Not because she was ready. Not because she wasn't scared. But because something about him felt safe. Not the kind of safe that promises no pain, but the kind that holds your hand through it. Their marriage wasn't fireworks. It was healing in silence. He asked with intention. She answered with trust. And together they built a sanctuary with their Lord at the center. Where Qur'an echoed louder than the world outside. This isn't a story of falling in love. It's a story of choosing love. Of trusting Allah more than your fears. Of a girl who thought she was too broken to be loved, and a boy who believed healing begins at marriage. #1 halallove #1 brokensoul #1 niqabi ~

Safiya is a independent entrepreneur studying at Columbia University in New York. Yassir is an ambitious businessman, and lives his own world at NYU. Both are focused on their careers, their goals, and their lives. The two are successful, self-driven, and completely unstoppable. But in a city that never sleeps, two lives perfectly on the same lane collide. And when they collide... everything changes.

--- "Azeezati," he calls me in that ever-soothing voice that always melts into my heart. "Mhm." I hum softly, basking in the gentle caress of his fingers running through my hair. "Do you remember the promise you made to me when we first married?" His voice is calm, but the question stirs something in me. Of course I remember. I hum again, opening my eyes to meet his-but the tenderness in his tone does not match the storm brewing in his gaze. Those eyes, once warm with love, now burn with anger and jealousy, staring straight through me as if I have betrayed him. "You promised to be mine forever," he repeats, his voice darkening with rage. Fear grips my chest-and suddenly, I jolt awake to find my daughter sleeping peacefully beside me. To others, it may seem like just a dream. To me, it feels like a reminder... a warning. In a few days, I am to marry again. And somehow, it feels like I am betraying my late husband, Twarik. --- Join Fatima on a journey of love, grief, and healing as she tries to build a new life with Samir while still chained to the past. Will she break free from her memories- or will love and grief bind her forever ---

How would you feel if your crush turned out to be the new boy? Ecstatic... right? And what if, against all odds, the two of you became inseparable-best friends, confidants, each other's safe place? But there's always a downside. There are parts of him you don't see. Truths he doesn't share. Choices that will hurt you in ways you never imagined. Join Ameerah and Adam as they navigate teenage love-where joy feels intoxicating, fear lingers quietly, and heartbreak arrives uninvited. Because sometimes, falling isn't the problem but the test it is itself.

❝ Maybe he loves me now, but he has to change to love me forever. ❞ [Under major editing]

"Friends?" He extend his hand out to me. I look at it for a while, "Boys and girls can never be friends Afrin", "but why not mom?" she kisses my forehead, "friendship between a guy and a girl, always lead to love, that's why." "Afrin?" I zoom back again, and look up at Asad. "Friends." I say and accept his outstretched hand. I look into his eyes, and he stares at mine. We look at each other too long to be 'just friends'.

[FEATURED BY WATTPAD] Crushed heart solidified to a brutal and heartless rogue. She feared him not because of who he is but because of what he made her see through his Hazels, how he torture and reprimand her with them. With her dark shade of eyes, she's able to have a glimpse at his benevolent side but the most domineering is his malevolent structure. If his past is as crucial as he display himself to her then, what does the present and future behoves? With their bipolar moods, will life ever twist and fit into their fated knot? Will forbearance mark their end or the beginning of a faithful journey? ☆☆☆ If being Khaldun's wife is to be tagged, it is a note worth every cent, every pain and every sacrifice she'd made all through her stay with him. Highest ranking: #1 in Halal on 14/01/2019 #1 in Expectations on 08/11/2018 #2 in Reality on 03/10/2018 #2 in Cultism on 14/10/2019 #84 in Spiritual on 24/06/18

Layla lives in a struggling family, held together by her mother's hard work. Her father, an abusive alcoholic, does little to support them, leaving her mother to earn what little they have by selling vegetables from their small garden. Though still a student, Layla shoulders the heavy responsibilities at home, taking care of her three younger brothers and managing the household like a mother to them. Layla's cousin, Yusuf, is her closest friend and confidant. He comes from a wealthy family, a world apart from hers. While she feels a strong bond with him, his siblings look down on her because of her poverty-a reality that Layla faces every day. Usually abusing her in return to give her food or clothes. "You are doing it for your brothers" She repeated it every morning so as not to cry.

"I will go to the end of my dream. I promise." One fateful summer in Algeria changed everything. A single night shattered Manel's world, leaving her with a broken heart and a sacred promise to keep. Now back in Lyon, the historic city of silk, Manel is determined to rebuild her life from the ruins. She has a dream: to conquer the cutthroat world of high fashion and prove that a hijabi designer can reach the top. But the path to the runway is paved with obstacles. And just as she begins to find her strength, a shadow from that tragic summer reappears. Kwan. The man who disappeared for four long years, leaving her to face the storm alone. The man she doesn't want to see anymore. As Manel weaves her future in the fashion industry, Kwan's unexpected return threatens to unravel the secrets she's tried so hard to bury. In a world of fleeting trends and cold ambitions, can she honor her past without losing her heart to the one man she tried to forget? A journey of resilience, hidden truths, and a "slow-burn" Halal romance set between France and Algeria.#halalromance #cleanromance #islam #Modestfashion #slowburn #Family

--- A MUSLIM LOVE STORY --- She is dark as night, He is moon in her dark night. He is arrogant, but have soft heart, She is kind, but cold hearted. Like a moon, He had a side of him So dark, that even the Stars couldn't shine on it. She had a side of her So cold, that even the sun Couldn't burn on it. She has been through lot, but prefer to smile, He also been through lot, but prefer a straight face. She wanted to be protected by the dark night, He is the moon to spread light in her dark night. NOTE:- THIS BOOK IS NOT JUST FOR MUSLIM, IT'S JUST A MUSLIM LOVE STORY.. SO ANYBODY CAN GIVE IT A SHOT.. ALSO THIS IS OUR FIRST STORY, SO PLEASE IGNORE THE GRAMMATICAL MISTAKES...

While girls her age were dreaming of getting into a prestigious graduate school and getting their perfect, ideal job, Saliha desired nothing simpler than falling in love and getting married. When life hits hard, however, she wonders if she had been blinded by her naivety all along. As she continues on with her life, she constantly finds herself stuck in two positions: completely disregarding her real ambitions, and moving on from her dreadful past to keep remaining hopeful.

How and why you wore the Hijab? Are you a revert or born a Muslim? Did you struggle with wearing the Hijab? what factors shaped your modest fashion story

LOVE, GENTLY Ayla's life was supposed to be simple: survive college 9,000 miles away from home, keep her GPA intact, and maybe (just maybe) figure out who she is without her family around. But then she locked eyes with him. Ahad. Calm. Unbothered. The kind of boy who shouldn't matter but somehow makes her heart skip like it's late to class. She tells herself it's nothing. Just a silly crush. But why does he keep showing up everywhere she goes? The student center. The dining hall. Even the gym. And why does every tiny interaction, an almost-smile, a door held open, a water bottle handed back, feel like the universe is playing matchmaker? Between homesickness, exams, late-night chai with her ride-or-die roommate Inara, and a heart that won't stop racing, Ayla is caught in a tug-of-war she never saw coming. A story about faith, friendship, and the softest kind of first love. Perfect for readers who love slow-burn crushes, chaotic internal monologues, and all the what ifs of being young, Muslim, and falling (just a little) in love.

the story of two souls uniting together in the remembrance of Allah.

#4 in highschoollovestory on 11/2/2020 ****This book starts off with the present time of a wedding and reveals a hidden love story**** Now, going to be married, Sairah reminisces about her past love story. Sairah's a hijabi... and life as a hijabi isn't easy at Kendale High School. Sairah is witty, sarcastic, modest and beautiful. She receives looks of admiration, and hatred because of her loyalty to her religion. However, one day someone takes things too far... Ahmed, the new kid was also Muslim and had just moved to LA. He's bold, charming, egoistic, handsome, and sometimes gets a little too in over his head. However, when Sairah's and his path clash insults are exchanged and so is flattery. Learn the eventual result of these two hot-headed Muslims and where life takes them... Both start off with a rather teasing and sarcastic friendship, but time leads them into something more-- something beautiful. ************************************************************************************************ "Now? Now I have to deal with you throwing all your hard work for a girl! A girl Ahmed! A girl!" He emphasizes 'girl' with annoyance and disappointment. I clench my jaw getting heated. "Dad she is NOT some girl okay! I love her and she loves me! She is more than just some girl!" I soften my tone, "dad I love her okay and I'm not leaving NYU because of her. I'm not even thinking about NYU for her. And for our future together." I try to reason with my dad who is shaking his head in disbelief. "Ahmed I know you care about her okay. There's nothing wrong with falling in love-- unless she's taking you away from your life plan!" My dad explains visibly frustrated. "Dad, it was never my life plan to begin with. It was yours!" I run a hand through my hair. ************************************************************************************************ ALSO, THIS STORY IS A TAD RELIGIOUS BUT IT IS FICTIONAL

When two people fall in love with each other but they find it hard to express it, will fate draw them to one another or will they drift apart? Follow Cayni and Shakir journey of love to find out.

"تعبیر سے محروم میرے خواب بُہت ہیں چھوٹی سی کہانی مگر باب بُہت ہیں ہر موڑ پر مل جاتے ہیں ہمدرد ہزاروں لگتا ہے اس بستی میں اداکار بُہت ہیں!" Hi Guys! This is my new novel" التمَش"(The WARRIOR)..I hope you wil like it...please give vote and feedbacks.. Love❤❤ AARZOO

Jannat a 24 year old young Muslim woman and Sameed, a 27 year old Muslim man know each other through their parents close friendship but were never so fond of each other. Both respect their parents and the decisions they make which one day became a shock for both. Are these two individuals destined to be?