Истории Islam

In a home where love was a currency, she was always bankrupt. Her parents' affection was reserved for the twin who reflected their every hope, leaving her to inherit the hushed comparisons and soft dismissals. She was constantly reminded of her lesser worth, but she never imagined her marriage would be a cast-off from the twin who was truly desired. Offered as a consolation prize, she expects only disappointment in a loveless union. Yet, the journey of marriage becomes an unexpected path to self-discovery. The Color Of My Own Sky is a story of the invisible bruises that shape a soul, and the battle to finally find the courage to paint your own brilliant horizon. Nov. 3 ©deey_jah

She carried a love she never spoke of. Hidden in stolen glances, in the quick flutter of her heart, and in quiet duas only Allah knew. But life doesn't always give us what we hold onto. Sometimes it breaks us first, only to shape us again. And in the silence of letting go, when she thought love had slipped away forever, another story was quietly unfolding- one built on patience, on prayers she never heard, and on the mercy of Allah who always gives better than what He takes. It is a story of longing and surrender, of unanswered prayers that were never unanswered at all, reminding us that sometimes the love we chase is not the love that was written for our soul. Dive into her story- to taste the ache of loving and losing, to walk through the moments that felt like endings, only to see how every turn was carrying her closer to the goodness Allah had written all along.

When a girl gets kidnapped because of her past related secrets and she has no idea about them . A guy rescues her because of his own reasons who was born in light but forced into darkness by people around him . Both were completely lost but then they met each other at their lowest point from where they thought they could never be saved. They despised each other but had no option but to cooperate because she had no protection but him and he had no other option except protecting her because it was part of his revenge. They both had their own plans but they forgot indeed Allah is the best planner. Asmira Hakim Izhan wali

"Just go away, you know that I don't like your touch. Then why are you here? You think you're his mumma? No, he will for sure forgot you when he will grown up." His eyes blazing full of anger as he spoke these words. "I'm not his mother?" her voice cracked as she asked. "No, you know who is her mother. She was only the one, love of my life. I don't know why are you still here, may be all you want me to touch your bod--" "No, don't you dare. I never wanted anything from you except him. I'm leaving okay? Allah hafiz." she cut off, she was crying. And when he realised his mistake, it was too late. "Abbu, I want mumma." his son says, sobbingly. "I promise, she will be here. Okay? Stop crying my baby." He says, hugging his son with full of tears. Zehna Khan, she is independent woman. Strongly believe in Allah..she gets happy with little things!! Arhaan Ahmed, his wife passed away leaving Sign of their love, their baby boy. Arhaan can do anything for his baby, and for his happiness he got married to Zehna. But he failed to give her happiness and love she deserves as a wife. ALHUMDULILLAH ||• #1 ALLAH 17/05/2020•|| { MORE THAN 30 TIMES} ||• #3 MUSLIM 23/05/2020•|| ||• #1 HALAL 06/06/2020•|| { 8 TIMES} || • #1 MUSLIMAH 21/08/2020•|| || • #2 DESI 04/09/2020 •|| || • #1 DESI 06/09/2020 • ||

faith it about religion (specifically islam and the journey and life of the characters in their religion and the paths they take)

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 ᴋᴀᴍʀᴀɴ ᡣ𐭩 ɴᴀᴀᴢɴᴇᴇɴ He stiffened instantly, his lips slowly parted against hers as he pulled back. Wrapping her in his arms, he patted her hair gently, his voice low and soothing. "Shh... main kuch nahi karunga, okay?"

⏤ The world is a cradle containing seven billion and more souls. Of all these, was it you that I had to fall in love with? It's easy for me to understand engineering problems, to solve the mysteries told in detective stories, and yet it seems incomprehensible to me to love you. @letters2khadija

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Zeke, a love cynic, never believed in love. His only obsession is the beauty of eyes. To him, they are the only part of a person that never lies, with its pure, honest and true form. Who knew that this obsession would lead his blackened heart to dwell deeper into a kind of love he knew nothing about? So when he meets Arisha Sumaiyah, whose golden-brown eyes bear strength and purity that he can't tear himself away from, Zeke begins to uncover something greater than he ever imagined. The deeper he looks, the more he realises, that her eyes reflect the beauty of her soul and peaceful demeanor despite having all odds stacked up against her. He thought he was falling in love with her and her heart, but the truth was far more profound - he was falling in love with the beauty of Islam. Sometimes, the purest love isn't between two hearts; it's between a soul and its Creator. Copyright © 2026. All rights reserved. No written part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author.

In a house festering with jinns, five-year-old Safiyyah only sees "friends". But one night, her father's muffled screams echo from beneath the floorboards. Then comes a bestial growl from the shadows saying that it can save him if she sings a special song. Desperate to save her father, Safiyyah agrees. When an innocent child obeys without understanding the cost, it awakens an ancient guardian and its power that should have remained sealed. Another presence in the house stirs - one pretending to be human. Melati believes she is among the living, but the guardian remembers otherwise. It knows what Melati was before she "lived". Guardians don't always guard. And this one doesn't want to leave. (Multi-POVs) Copyright © 2026. All rights reserved. No written part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author.

─ BILAL KHALIL RIYAZ × ZAREEN NAEYRA

Sometimes I prefer writing over speaking. Emotions flow more freely through text, where I can truly express what words fail to say out loud. I hope you can recognize a part of yourself in my personal poetry. Good reading 🪷

Zahra said, a hopeless romantic who got in a coma and wanted to change knowing this dunya is temporary... Haider Ibrahim, a man who wanted to move on from his past actions because life isn't permanent... How will these two poor souls navigate through their struggles and put aside their trials for each other...? And how will Haider bring himself to apologize to her and accept the feelings he's been denying?? Read "where the stars align" !!

Omar wasn't paying attention - until he saw the blood. Just a few drops. Dark. Out of place. And she was already walking away like nothing happened. ...or Bayan was never meant to be seen. At home, she plays the perfect daughter. Outside, she hides a version of herself no one is supposed to know exists. Omar should've ignored it. He didn't. And some things, once noticed, refuse to stay hidden. This is not written by me, it's by my sister - we use the same account!

She has millions of readers, a bestselling pen, and a business empire built on discipline and brilliance. But outside the glossy covers of her books, she is... a walking chaos - soft-hearted, emotionally tangled, and carrying stories she never meant to write about her own life. When an unexpected friendship enters her world - one that feels too comforting, too genuine, too dangerous - her carefully built walls start cracking. Between deadlines, late-night conversations, hidden fears, and unspoken laughter, she learns that even the strongest women need someone who sees them beyond their success. This is a story about emotions that spill over, friendships that anchor you, and the quiet softness that survives even in the messiest chaos. Not romance. Not drama. Just a journey of two souls learning what it means to choose peace, loyalty, and the courage to be understood. Started: 10, January 2026. Time: 9:03 pm

Zafia just wanted a break. A month to breathe to let her soul breathe. At her software company, she was always the "cheerful one" - quick with a smile, always saying yes. But behind the bubbly act was someone tired. Tired of doing everyone else's work. Tired of staying late, pretending she wasn't drowning. She needed to disappear just for a while. When she found Soulnest, a month-long retreat for overworked professionals, it felt like a lifeline. A place to heal, to stay invisible. Then came Zafar - sharp-tongued, confident, and everything she didn't want to deal with. He was calm on the outside, but something stormed inside him. He noticed too much. He asked questions she didn't want to answer. And yet, something about her drew him in. Maybe it was her quiet courage. Or maybe, he saw a little too much of himself in her. "What happened? You keep looking at me." He said. "Uh, nothing... I mean, I wasn't-I didn't mean to... I was just... you know... writing." She said. Their story starts with small moments - awkward glances, shared silences, missed chances. And just when Zafar starts to feel something real, someone else steps in. Bilal Aslam, their mentor at Soulnest, was admired by everyone. Warm smile, perfect words, and a way of making people feel seen. Everyone trusted him. Except Zafia. She felt uneasy - like there was something hidden behind his charm. "No matter how hard you try to hide it, I can see right through your eyes." Bilal said, stepping closer. ____ Zafiya's insecurities. Zafar's temper. Bilal's hidden motives. All of it is about to collide. Will Zafiya embrace herself? Will Zafar be able to protect the fragile bond they're starting to form, or will his anger destroy it? Will silence push them apart? Will Bilal's entry make their relationship weaker? Their journey is fragile, unexpected, and tangled in truths neither of them is ready to face. But sometimes, the messiest stories are the ones that heal us. _rs

The sequel builds on the original story of Mahir and Rameen, focusing on their children, Raza (a journalist) and Mahira (a lawyer), as a new war erupts in the region. The story is divided into 30 parts, as requested, and continues the themes of sacrifice, love, and survival amidst conflict.The Echoes of Resilience: A Sequel to The Echoes of Olive TreesSummaryYears after Mahir and Rameen rebuilt their lives in Gaza following the war, a new conflict erupts in 2045, threatening the fragile peace they fought for. Their children, Razal (28), a determined journalist, and Mahira (25), a fierce human rights lawyer, have grown up hearing stories of their parents' resilience. Now, they must navigate the chaos of war, using their skills to expose atrocities, seek justice, and protect their family's legacy. As airstrikes devastate Gaza once again, Raza risks his life to document the truth, while Mahira fights in international courts to hold war criminals accountable. Together, they uncover a conspiracy fueling the conflict, forcing them to make impossible choices between duty and family. Through their journey, the echoes of their parents' love and sacrifices guide them toward hope in a fractured world.

My name is... well, let's hold that thought. For now, let's just say I'm a ghost in the machine. I've decided to keep my name a secret until the very last page ,I promise to make it worth the wait (and a bit of a laugh). I'm 23 years old, and by day, I'm a Cybersecurity Engineer, navigating the invisible architecture of the digital world. While my career is built on firewalls, encrypted codes, and identifying vulnerabilities, the story I'm about to tell you is the one thing I could never program: my life. In my line of work, everything is logical zeros and ones, cause and effect. But as I look back at the trail of my life, from the echoing hallways of my school days to the frantic deadlines of my first job, the logic starts to blur. Because in the middle of all those systems and servers, I fell in love with her. She🌸 wasn't just a distraction; she became the reason I had to learn the hardest lesson of all: how to balance my Deen and Duniya. I started asking myself , How do you stay grounded in your faith while chasing success in a world that never sleeps? How do you protect your heart with the same precision I use to protect a network? This isn't just a manual on how I became a professional; it's the log file of a journey through the lessons of youth, the grind of the 'real world,' and a love story that taught me that some things shouldn't be secured they're meant to be felt. What's inside: 🌸A "Slow-Burn" Love Story 🌏The Struggle of Deen vs. Duniya 🏫 Nostalgic School & College Days 🔓A Mystery Identity (Reveal at the end!) Step inside my terminal. Let's see if you can decrypt the truth before the final chapter.

The year is 1186. Salahuddin Ayyubi is gathering his troops on his quest to bring al Quds back under Muslim rule. In Ayyubid Damascus, a girl leaves her home and heads to the marketplace, unaware of the silver dagger of betrayal drawing close. Near Homs, a Muslim soldier gets ready to return home on leave, unsuspecting of the whirlwind waiting for him. Far away, in the Crusader Kingdom of Acre, a boy sets out on a reconnaissance mission, not knowing that it will change his life.

Can two people from two different worlds become one?