Maryam Stories

Ngozi lives in Lagos with her parents her father loved her unlike her mother, and so she was always abused by her mom. Ojuola leaves Ngozi's father Emeka no choice but to make the greatest decision of his life by sending her to boarding school. keep reading to know what will happen next in this intriguing thriller.

Athena thinks she knows the truth. But one secret, buried deep in the past, will destroy everything she believes in. A mystery-romance set in Iran, filled with psychological tension, forbidden emotions, and a dangerous past that refuses to stay hidden. Can the truth save her... or will it ruin her forever?

A museum of miba / jellato because they sillies

Ten 13 year olds are having a tough time trying to find their way through life. Although they are only in the 8th grade and seem to know a lot on the outlook of life. Will they find love within each other or will they branch off to discover new things and new people. You'll never know until you read it!

This is a poem describing about journey

Just some kidswap/bloodswap shenanigans. Photo by homestuck-lesbian-week on tumblr

Warning(s): Implied SMUT/LEMON content LGBTQ+ References Hello, again! I apologize for the delay in published works. I've been so busy and I haven't been able to write efficiently. Thus, I have split this story into two parts. This story is set in I guess you could call it mid-to-late 1800s Alternia. Also, I've genderswapped a few characters for the sake of the story. I've made Nepeta a transsexual female :) which is not directly implied unfortunately but just a heads up. I hope you all enjoy this one, I struggled tremendously to get this out by today. If you like this work, tell me in the comments! Constructive criticism is always welcomed (within reason). Enjoy! The Dreaming Composer

Maryam is a girl studying in high school of girls , she has a strict family her father has two wives. she has big ambitious in life and want to become a journalist until a boy approaches and that's when her already struggling life become more complicated and unbearable Location : Kabul , Afghanistan

Please just check it out I won't make promises of happy ending or anything I just believe you will like it ILMR❤

(=.^W^.=) Miaou! A basic 'X Reader' Homestuck fic. It's basically how your relationship changes over time. ❇✴COMPLETED✴❇

Natasha and Leah are BFFs. Leah goes to Paris while Natasha makes them a necklace out of a half-heart. Suddenly they both met a magical garden which belongs to some princesses. They became friends with Natasha and Leah. One Day, the evil snow queen kidnaps Emma ( the elder princess in the palace) for a sacrifice. Will Natasha and Leah be able to save Emma ? Read Friendship is Golden to know what will happen next....

Welcome to the fourth installment of The Homestuck Holidays! If there is anymore Christmas stories you wish to see, please comment them or just message me. ~IVORIAN SLIT XOXO

This is a Human!Stuck fanfiction for my OTP from Homestuck, Rosemary (Rose Lalonde X Kanaya Maryam). I'm totally not putting off the other stories... Haha -cough cough- A destiny found in the bottom of a tea cup. Whose destiny is it? Not yours or mine. Its their's. Drowning away their sorrows in the loneky café, both lock eyes. From that moment on, not a thing in their world would go wrong. A bliss later found in numbness of a cold noon in a bustling city square. ((Sorry if this like really bad I tried))

Erin and Maryam were sisters at Uni. They were at the library when it all started... 1 book... 1 poem... 3 bodies... and a librarian. Join the two girls on their (short) Treasure Hunt. ******************* [Short story] Between 955 and 1000 words (another English assignement) ENJOYYYYYY

-- INTRODUCTION: **[Scene: Morning. Fajr. A quiet room with a window.]** My name is **Maryam**. But most people just call me *"yung tahimik na babae sa likod"*. I'm 19. I wear hijab. Not because I was forced to. But because the day I put it on, I felt like I finally covered what the world didn't deserve to see first - my heart. People see the hijab and think they already know my story. *"She's religious."* *"She can't do this, she can't do that."* *"She must be boring."* But they don't see the girl who stays up until 2AM writing stories in her notebook. The girl who cries during sujood because she doesn't know how else to say *"Ya Allah, I'm tired"*. The girl who laughs too loud with her cousins, and burns the adobo every single time. I'm not perfect. I miss prayers sometimes. I scroll too much. I get jealous, I get angry, I overthink. But every time I fall, I remember one thing my Umm taught me: *"Anak, Allah doesn't love perfect people. He loves people who keep coming back."* So I come back. To my prayer mat. To my du'a. To myself. I'm not just a hijabi. I'm a daughter, a sister, a writer, a mess, a work in progress. I'm learning to love Allah first, so I won't break when people leave. I'm learning that my worth isn't in likes, or boys, or how "modern" I look. It's in how I treat people when no one's watching. This is me. Maryam. A Muslimah who's still figuring it out. One prayer, one mistake, one sabr at a time. **[End scene. Sound of adhan in the background.]** ---

Fluff and maybe some smut later on. / Requests open I guess. / some will be short, some will be long. |X-Readers can be requested too if wanted.|