Historias de Muslimwriter

My Quiet change is a raw and honest reflection of a young soul navigating her everyday struggles. It explores the emotional weight carried in silence, the battles she fights behind her smiles, and how these experiences shape how she sees the world. In her own little world, she strives to grow, heal, and understand herself day by day.

a mash up of Ana's poetry and all :) 📌 PINTEREST PHOTOS: Credits due to its rightful owners! @aateams

The story follows the intertwined lives of four individuals-Eyana, Layla, Junaid and Manan-whose paths cross in a historic shrine. Rooted in faith and guided by their shared devotion to the Divine, Eyana and Layla embark on a spiritual journey that deepens their friendship and strengthens their bond. As they offer prayers and share their innermost thoughts, they encounter Junaid and Manan, two young men whose silent acknowledgment leaves a lasting impression on all involved.Despite exchanging only brief glances, there is a palpable sense of connection among the four characters, as if their souls have recognized each other across the vast expanse of time. Each pair, Eyana and Layla and Junaid and Manan, find themselves pondering the significance of their encounter, questioning the mysteries of fate and destiny.As they depart from the shrine, the echoes of prayers and the whispers of the wind linger in their minds, filling them with a sense of peace and purpose. Though they may not yet understand the full extent of their connection, they are drawn together by a bond forged in the sacred space of the shrine, a bond that quietly guides their paths toward an unknown destiny. The story captures the beauty of friendship, faith and the unseen forces that shape our lives, weaving together themes of love, destiny and the enduring power of spiritual connection.

One day, strangers came with smiles, seeking refuge... Years later, they seized the home with weapons in hand. A tale of betrayal that began from the heart of kindness; A story of mothers who sew shrouds instead of wedding gowns... And a world that watches - yet turns a blind eye.

Some love doesn't enter with fireworks. It enters with peace. Rayyan Amir keeps to himself. A quiet calligrapher carrying silent grief, he's learned how to comfort everyone - except himself. Lina Harith is trying to find herself again - through faith, stillness, and the art she thought she'd forgotten how to love. When they're paired for a spiritual art collaboration, their connection unfolds slowly - in tea cups, du'as, shared silences, and conversations that never rush. This isn't a love story about falling fast. It's about the kind of love that makes space, stays kind, and always remembers Allah.

:3 enjoy my silly (embarrassing) writings and stuff

a Muslim love story started in mecca and ended in mecca

" In your country as well as others, people be dying from famine, they be fighting to get water, they be killing each other to survive, and what is the worst in all of this? You thinking that Muslims like me are the worst problem you have. You know what? I'm tired talking to you, so have a nice day and go fuck yourself"

Like a river which can't be cross twice, no days have the same hues of sky.

He kept people at a distance not because he didn't care, but because he didn't trust himself not to hurt them. His past wasn't just behind him it lived in him in every silent stare, in every prayer whispered between clenched teeth. They called him cold. Rude. Emotionless. But they never saw how he bowed in sujood when no one was watching. They didn't know he feared no one but Allah, or that he carried his pain like a prayer quiet, unspoken, and constant. She was 22. Soft-hearted. Full of light. A girl who smiled at strangers, believed in destiny, and loved with a heart untouched by this world. To her every soul deserved warmth. They were never supposed to meet. Yet Allah is the best of planners. A marriage written not by desire, but by destiny. Two strangers one carrying darkness, the other carrying light. She didn't ask to heal him. He didn't expect to change. But hearts don't choose who they beat for and sometimes, the most broken man is the one Allah softens only for the one women meant for him. This is not a love story of roses and promises. it is a story of patience, destiny, and a love written in the unseen. Because sometimes... A SOUL IS MEANT TO MELT STONE not with touch but with the peace it brings...