Hijabigirl Stories

He looked up before spitting out blood. "Are you seriously out of options that you had to resort to bringing in a woman?" She looked up, eyes cold, lips pursed into a thin line, expression unreadable. "You think you can straighten me up? Come on, I'm still the same monster I am since childhood." She looked into his orbs. "Oh really? I can also tell you that I have a knack for straightening up delinquent kids." Her cold voice cuts through the room. "You think that'll intimidate me? Come on you are just a lady, just a delicate flower." She brought out a Russian pistol, Tokarev TT-33 before looking up. "Say-how should I send you up there?" gesturing towards the sky. She ask no one in particular but herself. "Should I just shoot him? But c'mon that'll be an easy and merciful death." "Or should I burn him alive? I'd love to hear his scream tho. Or maybe I should just skin him alive, that'll be so much fun." "Seriously woman, why don't you go back and continue moaning your half-dead husband? Huh?" She looked up, eyes staring right into his orbs. "Maybe kop'yo iskuplen'ya suits him best. Bring it in." "What's that?" "The Spear of Atonement." "Haha! To Atone what?? But wait, you're not really drilling that into me, right?" A smirk took over her features. "It'll pierce by 5mm every 5 minutes You'll feel lightheaded from all the blood loss, and excruciating pain-" she paused, checking her patek phillippe watch, before she continue, "Around tomorrow noon, it'll pierce your lungs and you'll die instantly." "Come on, this is too babaric." "Babaric you say? When you were messing and fooling around with people's life, did you think it was babaric?" "But, you wouldn't want to stain your hands with blood. This is only what a Mafia will do." "Okay, let's just assume I'm cleaning up scumbags, and I'm a Mafia. Will that make you better."

A story of tears, du'a, and guidance

"وہ شہر کا سب سے خطرناک انسان تھا... مگر اس کی ہار ایک باحجاب لڑکی کے سامنے لکھی جا چکی تھی۔" سالار ہمجانہ - مافیا کا بے تاج بادشاہ۔ جس کی آنکھوں میں خون، اور زبان پر صرف حکم ہوتا تھا۔ عنایہ - سترہ سال کی ایک سادہ، باحجاب لڑکی۔ جسے عشق کا مطلب تک نہیں آتا تھا... مگر سالار کے لیے وہ ایک دعا، ایک جنون بن چکی تھی۔ جب جنون، عبادت بن جائے... تو عشق صرف دل کی بات نہیں رہتا - وہ جنگ بن جاتا ہے۔ 🔫 مافیا کی طاقت 🕋 ایمان کی روشنی ❤️ دل کی تڑپ 💔 اور قسمت کا وہ موڑ، جہاں محبت آزمائش بن جاتی ہے... "سالار کا جنون" - ایک ایسی کہانی جو دل کو چُھو جائے گی... اور سوال چھوڑے گی: کیا سجدہ، بندوق کو شکست دے سکتا ہے؟ ---#UrduNovel #SalarKaJunoon #MafiaLoveStory #ForcedMarriage #HalalLove #HijabiGirl #WattpadUrdu #EmotionalStory #IslamicTouch #RomanticDrama

Muslim girls and women wear hijab because they love being in hijab it protect them from bad eyes ! Hijab is our love

A lady whose parent where killed in her presence and she take an oath to kill all of them one by one

Some dreams run bone deep. Others...they die a silent death. Yashfeen a successful publishing agent in Paris, is living the life she dreamed, or...as much as she's allowed to dream. As the oldest daughter in an Asian family sacrifice came wrapped in silence, chai and a little bundle of joy that is her younger sister. Yashfeen sacrificed her dreams because Pakistani society just will not let someone study to cure animals. What happens when she meet a man clearly living the life she dreamed for herself? "Eldest daughters in an Asian household are the toughest men you'll meet." Ayan is living the life he dreamed but he knows that there always is a cost but this one was not paid by him. He's aware of the sister who crushed her dreams so he could live his. But the career he loves came with a lot of animals, late night emergencies and a broken relationship. What happens when he is forced into another with someone who's dream he's living? Is his heart still intact enough to be broken again? "Some dreams aren't stolen - they're handed to you with a smile. And somehow, that's worse."

Hayat has always been the girl who looks perfect on the outside -the bright smile ,the confidence, the one who seems to have it together. But deep down ,she's breaking .Her parents' divorce has left her growing in guilt ,blamed for everything that went wrong. On the night of her graduation, surrounded by loud music ,bright lights ,and friends ,Hayat's walls finally come crashing down . Overwhelmed in pain and self-hate,one thought takes over : maybe ending it all will fix things. (KILLING HERSELF!!!) This story is about pain,guilt ,and the fight to hold on when it feels like there's no way out . (SELF HARMM‼️‼️) #selfharmawareness

Some people enter your life loudly. Some... you don't even notice at first. On a bus to a new city, among strangers and passing moments, two people cross paths without meaning to. No introductions. No significance. Just a small moment- that doesn't feel important enough to remember. But some beginnings aren't meant to be noticed when they happen.

I wanna be a writer

My father doesn't like girls at all and he didn't want a daughter to be born in his house, then when my sister was born he didn't want to keep her.But then he kept her but told my mother if she have a daughter again he will divorced my mother. And this is how I gave my mother the biggest pain of her life . . . . . . . . I was 20 years old when my father forced me to marry a rich man He was six years older than me and had no interest in marriage . My life completely changed after marrying him . . . Read my story to know my story . . . Hello guys, English is not my first language and I am writing the novel for the first time, so please read it. And give me your feedback Thank you very much :)

What will you do when life doesn't go as planned? When heartbreak teaches patience, and faith teaches you to trust Qadr. Sometimes, life breaks you first-only to gently place someone in your path, not as a loss, but as a blessing. A halal love story guided by faith, destiny, and an unexpected beginning.

Hello Hijabis !!!! I've been wearing the hijab for a while now and through time I have learned many hacks and tips. I wish I could've known all of this when I first started Hijab, it would've made my life WAYYYY easier. You'll find everything you could possibly need to know in this book I really hope you find this helpful! - The Little Black Hijab

This book is a beautiful exploration of culture, religion, love, and care. It delves into the complexities of these themes and weaves them together in a captivating narrative. Through the story, readers will experience the power of unconditional love, the importance of understanding different cultures, and the depth of a mother's care. - a Muslim girl who traveled overseas to pursue her studies. During her journey, she became friend with a Christian boy who developed strong emotions for her. However, this connection only brought about challenges and hardships for the girl.

~ Dill k kissay kahan nahi hotay Han wo sabse bayaan nahi hotay ~ ********* She is innocent. He is rude. She is shy. He is introvert. She is the beauty inside. He is Handsome. She knows only to spread love. He doesn't believe in 'love'. Mahbir Murtaza kazi, the most eligible bachelor of the town. Narcissistic is the best word to explain him. He lost his mother at very young age and had only a caring dad whom he loves more than anything in the world. Roshanne Ali Siddiqui, the owner of a golden heart. Sweetheart is the best word to describe her. She is an orphan with no parents on her head and lives with her phupho(aunt). What will Roshanne do when she got kidnapped by a stamger and ended up being married? ~~~~~~~~~~ He is smart. She is intelligent. He loves to scare people. She is the boldest. He tries to insult her. She knows how to talk back. Nabhan Sherdil kazi, most handsome guy of his university. Perfection is the best word to describe him. He lost his mother in an accident and had a caring and loving elder sister who is more like mom to him. Aanchal Malik, the bold and smart one. A topper student of her university. Tigress is the best word to describe her. She loves challenges and gives her best to win them. What will Aanchal do when her senior in university turns into her worst nightmare?? An alluring tale of four people who doesn't know what their fate had decided for them. They are unaware of the fact that their bickerings and ceaseless passion for revenge, hate and letting each other down will take them to a new world of dreams. kindly give this book a read. I am sure you will enjoy it. ~Thank you!!

They chose the path for her, but her heart whispered a different story. Swabrah never wanted to disappoint her parents-but choosing between faith, family, and her own dreams was never easy. Raised in a household of tradition, with a father who's a respected ustadh and a mother rooted in deen and culture, expectations were never light. They wanted her to pursue medicine-for ujra, to serve society. She wanted Business Law. She ended up in Purchasing and Supply Chain Management. Now in a new college, far from the safety of home, with no familiar faces and only her niqab between her and the world, Swabrah battles silent storms: identity, anxiety, and the fear of not being enough. When an unexpected friendship with a bubbly non-Muslim girl begins to bloom, her quiet world starts to shift. Can Swabrah find her voice in a world that never asked what she wanted?

Assalamu Aleykum wa Rahmatullah wa Barakaatuhu💕 In this section, I'll be posting updates, announcements, and anything related to my stories.

Her name is Zara Meryem, left by her own Family. She has nothing but Allah. What happens if a religious girl falls into a non-muslim guy's arms, who's really popular, kinda rude, gets every girl he wants and what happens if she has to experience unrequited love- at least that's what she's believing. She had never felt this way. At first she has no clue what's going on with her whenever she gets in touch with Damon, but then she realizes something new, something breathtaking. Action, Kickboxing, fights between mafia members join her life and of course there is islam which leads Zara ,shows the way she has to follow and guides her to the endless paradise "jannah".

• Two different worlds, yet the same destiny . • Two different beliefs, yet one journey . • Two broken hearts, yet beat as One . • Two different souls, yet one Ending . Can to lost souls meet each other just by accident ? - Toxic Love 🤍

"She believed in duaa, he believed in bullets." Ilma Yousuf was a sunshine soul wrapped in modesty and laughter. Ruhban Mirza was a storm dressed in silence and scars. They weren't meant to meet. But fate had other plans... the kind that burns. He hated her chirpiness. She hated his darkness. Par nafrat ke beech jo mohabbat chhupi thi... uska khuda bhi gawaah tha. An enemies-to-lovers tale that was never meant to be complete. Because sometimes... the heart falls for the wrong prayer. "Mujhe nahi pata kaun sa bewakoof subah 8 baje café ke bahar gun leke khada hota hai. Oh wait... I know. Ruhban Mirza." Uske aankhon mein gussa tha, jaise duniya ne uske toothpaste mein mirchi daal di ho. Aur main? Main bas chai ke sath biscuit chura rahi thi. "Tum pagal ho?" "Nahi, main normal hoon. Tum ho psychopath." And that... was our first conversation. Mujhe nahi pata tha ki yehi shuruwaat hai ek aise kahani ki... jo kabhi mukammal nahi hogi.

Zara Khan has exactly zero interest in popularity, glitter, or power. So naturally, she ends up crowned "Queen of Drama" at her middle school's yearbook awards-while wearing an abaya and a tiara she didn't ask for. And things only spiral from there. One accidental hand raise (blame the tiara), and now she's running for Student Council President. Her campaign team? A suspiciously quiet new girl with chaotic energy, her glitter-obsessed academic nemesis Asher Nguyen (a.k.a. Mr. Chops), and-plot twist-the person who just replaced her mysteriously-vanished, loud-breathing locker neighbor. The new guy might be a little weird... but weird is kind of her thing now. Zara's "cam-pain" is shaping up to be exactly that-a pain. With hallway flyer wars, lunchroom scheming, ex-best-friend drama, and an alarming amount of geometry homework, this campaign might destroy what's left of her sanity. But if she's going down, she's going down swinging-with a tiara on her head, a comeback on her lips, and a team of lovable weirdos who believe in her way more than she believes in herself.