Muslimculture Stories

Alishba. She signed her name on the document. What an ordinary thing it was, a signature. She remembered being in school, writing her signature over and over in her books for the fun of it. However, this time, her hand trembled. Turning the page, she filled in another empty slot. Her eyes skimmed over the contract, barely making sense of it all. The ink spelled out her name in the final slot of her marriage contract. Since she was younger, Alishba has always dreamed of a future full of success and a busy work life. Her life turns upside down when her father is accused of holding an illegal business and her family falls apart. Before she knows it, she is wearing a bridal dress and is marrying a guy whom she has never even met. When he fails to show up at the wedding, one rash decision leaves Alishba at the hands of a dangerous group of people. As she tries to adjust to her new reality, she only ends up weaving herself deeper but in the process, also unwinding herself and the secrets that are hidden in the crooks of dark streets and placid smiles.

I have never known peace. All my life I have waited for that moment, that moment of utmost serenity, quiet joy and peace. I have only had briefest of glimpses of what that would feel like - Perhaps something like the moment when the sun hangs low in the horizon, and everything is golden, or when it rains and the drops fall upon your skin softly, caressing, or when the wind lifts up tendrils of your hair and plays with it? Beautiful, brief, serendipitous moments. Fleeting, traitorous moments. An escape. Perhaps it would feel like a warm embrace from someone who loves you? I can only imagine. Until he came into my life, and made me hope for more. Hope that maybe those fleeting moments may stretch to an eternity, may become my reality. It never went beyond a fantasy. Alas, he too, could only bring but a fraction more of those rare moments, before they vanished into nothingness.

Sayma Amin shifted to Beacon Hills with her family after her Grandmother's death for a new start with the help of an old friend of her father. Being a simple Muslim girl from a small country like Bangladesh, her plan was to just go with the flow, go to school, study and try to survive notorious American high school just for one year. And unlike American high schoolers, she had no intention of getting involved with a guy. That was until Scott McCall entered her life. Who knew she would find love in a place she least expected? Along her journey, some strange things happen and a secret reveals, a past that Sayma never knew she had. Will Sayma be able to overcome her past or will it ruin her life as she knows it?

All Rights Reserved ®️ LilQueenJiya He never knew he'd find someone like her, after all he was the bad boy for whom the girls fell. What changed him that he started feeling for someone? Harris never knew how Izzah would enter his life making all his habits change, he transformed into a whole new personality. The bad boy turned into a good person, is love that seeking? The crush of the entire academia finally had a crush on someone who was not even of his type! But does love actually require standards to be checked, never. Bullying is a case to be solved but the truth is that no one ever stood up for her except Mehrunisa. Learning is an unstoppable process but who knew Usayd would even get into it and try to learn something in his life apart from depending on others. She didn't know him but that familiar feeling always revolved around her soft heart and the vast imagination, ugh. Those written pieces of paper started becoming important for a girl like her, was she falling too? The story tells how two totally opposite characters attracted towards each other without actually knowing about each other, they came closer. Nikkah is the path of purified love, for a playboy like him it meant nothing but just after she entered he wanted to marry. True love walks a person to infinite destinies and how one's fate brings them towards each other that someone like Izzah is obsessed with Mr. Anonymous? --- Cover by: @-flowerfairies