Niqabi Stories

Hana doesn't speak much. She just reads. Every Thursday, she sits in the corner of Alif Corner behind her niqab, a hazel notebook in her hands and eyes that have carried more silence than words. Rayyan owns Alif Corner. He doesn't speak much either. He just notices. The way she sits in the same spot. The way she holds a book like it's the only thing keeping her steady that day. So he starts leaving notes in the books he sets aside for her. He never signs them. He never approaches her. Hana doesn't know who writes them. But she keeps every single one, folded carefully like a treasure, Because after a betrayal that left her heart guarded and her name spoken in whispers, these small, unsigned words are the only things that make her feel seen again. Rayyan doesn't know she keeps them. He doesn't know she rereads them on the nights her own home feels heavy. He only knows that her calm deserves to be protected, not disturbed. What begins as silence slowly becomes something else. A connection built in glances, in shared books, in prayers whispered at 2 AM. It's not fast. It's not loud. But it's real. This is a story about a love that never needed to be spoken. About patience that outlasts doubt. About two people brought together by qadr, when neither of them was looking. But some promises aren't meant to last a lifetime in this dunya. Some are meant to leave a legacy that does. It begins with a note left on a shelf. It ends with a heart that learned to trust again - even after goodbye. ••••••• " Threads of Qadr In Love " is a story about healing in quiet places, about faith that holds you when you can't hold yourself, and about love that doesn't need to be spoken to be felt. #1 in niqabi - 14.05.2026

🔥 #1 IN SPIRITUAL (March 27, 2026) 🔥 #5 IN SPIRITUAL (March 26, 2026) "She *was* your wife, but now she belongs to me. And I won't stand for a single insult against her-don't forget that." With a firm grip on Ruksana's hand, he walked away without waiting for a reply, her steps trailing helplessly behind him, as if swept away by the force of his will. ---------- He paced the room like a caged lion, his footsteps echoing off the walls. He wanted to set the whole world on fire, to watch it burn as he was burning inside. The pain was too much to bear, too much to endure. Today, his love had been shrouded in the veil of death; today he had witnessed her becoming another man's wife. If anyone could understand the depths of such agony, it was he. His phone rang, but without a glance, he hurled it against the wall with all his might. The phone shattered into a thousand pieces, mirroring the fragments of his own shattered heart. He collapsed onto his knees, tears streaming down his face. The pain was excruciating, the loss of his love almost unbearable. -------- She was about to leave when he grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him. Her back grazed the solid wall of his chest as he leaned in close. His breath tickled her ear, sending shivers down her spine. A kiss, feather-light, brushed against her cheek. "Listen to me," his voice a low rumble against her ear, filled with love and unwavering confidence, "this might sound crazy, but you are mine. No matter how far you run, you will always belong to me."

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!

He saw her for the third time now and wondered why she wore it at a young age. Just a glimpse of her eyes, he knew she was too beautiful for the slums. Little did he know that from the start, she wore it to stir away from her captors and the evil stares of men like Pablo. ------ Hamza stared at the bruised face of the boy before him that he just saved earlier from severe lashings of a gang and came to a halt as a gasp escapes his lips. realization hit him. It was a girl, That girl was Mardiya, the mysterious Niqabi of the slums who hailed from the grassy plains of nothern nigeria Fate had linked their lives together and in order for them to both survive, Mardiya needs to trust him to reach her final abode; home whilst Hamza has to help her to accomplish his goal.

(Hooyo is a Somali word that means mother)Who is a mother to you ,as for me my mother is unique. She is a lady who inspired me and made me who I am today .when there is a lot of darkness ,she is the only source of light around me .when pain comes and knocks the door she also feel the pain and never be happy until I get better and that is why I called her MY UNIQUE HOOYO 🧕🧕🧕lets see the reason behind "THE UNIQUE HOOYO(mum)

Im Layla, muslim, black, and disliked in many places.

Asalamualaikum wa Rehmatullahi wa Barakatuhu dear wattpadians! So what's up with this book with a crazy title? Just writing down my thoughts, ideas and views to share with the world. You'll get to have a look inside my mind and maybe get to know me from a very different angle. Beware, it's too messy in here. "Only if you looked deeply enough Stranger.... I pity how you'll never know what it means to hold a universe inside you"~BlackRedHeart

Mona Hamed is a normal, beautiful and young lady, at the age of 19. She lives her life as a normal young lady. She goes to school as you normally would, but still she stands out. She stands out from the crowd, because of one simple but so meaningful thing, her niqab. Continue reading to see how Mona makes it through life, living in the big apple; New York. Find out how Mona finds love, or how love finds Mona.

Sarah A Muslim niqabi Shy Modest Sarcastic And is always ready to defend her religion Aaron Non Muslim Cocky Looks to kill for Hearthrob of the school Annoying But there is a lot more to him then what meets the eye What happen when there worlds collide. When the bad boy finds an intrest in this niqabi. Both are from 2 different worlds. With different cast, religion and culture. Will the two be able to unite Or will these differences come in their way Well I guess you'll have to read to find out :-)

"𝑩𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅, 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐬." Into a city of new hopes. Where dreams turn into reality. A tale of four lives. A journey of faith. Where chances are given to walk towards happiness. Where life changes like the pages of novels, giving twists and turns. Showing the magics of life. Bringing smile on lips. When everything changes like waves. When everything falls apart Turning happiness into pain. But not leaving each other's side. Being each other's shadow till the end, Cause IT'S ABOUT US. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• ||• Regret•if something was eating her up from inside, it was regret. Spending life like she wanted, at a point of time Ramisa Ahmed felt only regret. Running away from reality, somewhere far, will she able to change herself? || || •Past• if something bittered her present, making it cruel, it was her past. Trying to fulfil everyone's expectations, all Isfa Jahan got was hurt in return. Getting betrayed from the ones who was meant to her protectors, will she able to move on? || || •Guilt• if something didn't let him sleep at night, it was guilt. Being a carefree soul he was, Zohaib Itban never thought life will crush him this badly. Fallacious happiness, that's what he created around himseld. Even after striving for years, Will he ever be free? || || •Vacancy• if a word could describe his life, it was vacancy. As long as he can remember, silence has been Yazan Daamin's best companion. But when chaos rises in his life, throwing him into an unknown ardour. Will he embrace it? ||

A story of a Mafia and Vampire In the dead of the night, in a silent valley near the deep forest. A guy was seen holding a gun while playing with the tips while another guy was pleading for mercy. "Who sent you?" A very simple question said with a cold voice that could kill. He shivered and wish he could just disappear but at last that's just an impossible wish. "I......pl..ease..the..ey threatened me" he said sweating. When the cold guy heard his reply he corked his gun. "I will tell you.....please don't kill me" he pleaded. The cold guy gave him a questioned look and he hurriedly said: "It's Scorpion" Immediately he said that he was shot in the head and he lay down dead. "Gift his head to Scorpion" the cold guy said to his second in command. "Yes boss" the guy replied. Unknown to them an eye witnessed everything they did from the beginning to the end. As soon as the cold guy turn around, he heard a whimper from the back of a tree. He signals to his companions and they all kept quiet. A silent whimper was heard again and two of his men move towards the source and came back dragging a girl who can barely stand with them. "Boss I think she saw us" said on of the guys. "Kill her" he said simply and walk away.

Latif is a full time bad boy,he was a good boy but his life changed after he lost his dad.. Ablah is a very good muslimah,she is very calm and loving.. "Why don't you believe anymore":Ablah asked.. "You don't need to know":He spatted.. "I can fix you":she said.. "Fix me":He said in a daring tone..

Jamilah Binta Diallo, a young girl married to someone she don't even know. Idris Jamaal Davis. Her husband. A man she never knew before marriage.

Her manner of feeling the spiritual emotions. When she - her soul, heart, mind, felt her Lord even closer than her jugular vein. The Journey of Love to Love. The Love you chase in human's shadow is nothing in comparison to Loving the God of Love. . . . The hearts she broke. The lies she had lived. The time that slipped. The count she lost when her heart broke. She broke. Scarred to depths. Then Light entered that broken heart. And, there the journey begun. Let's dive deeper into her professions; the confessions of a grateful sinner.

وَذَكِّرْ فَإِنَّ ٱلذِّكْرَىٰ تَنفَعُ ٱلْمُؤْمِنِينَ And remind, for indeed, the reminder benefits the believers [Adh-Dhariyat 51:55] Collection of Muslim shorts ♥ The ideas for the stories belongs to the rightful Owner, My sister : Lubaba jasmin ♥

Meet warda Hamid a niqabi who lost her father when she was fifteen now she is the moneymaker of her family. Adil khan an arrogant big headed billionaire the CEO of khan enterprise who doesn't care about anything but money until his father says he can't work As the CEO until he gets married . What will happen when these to collied and get married Will they fall in love or would they hate each other Read to find out

In her senior year of high school , zahra is torn between wearing the Niqab and being the ideal muslimah she always wanted to be or leaving it and being the student she always has. Her life takes a turn when the new boy in class affects her decision. will she wear the Niqab and be the one or will she drift further from the thought of it? Join her in a journey of self discover, betrayal, joy , sadness and the longed happiness.

I think this should be relatable for every Muslimah, from the burqites to the merest capites... let's relate our experiences, the funny, embarrassing, sad, uncomfortable, 'uncompromisable', if that's a word. How we adjust our deeds and lives to suit the sunnah, hadeeth and the Qur'an. Mashaa Allah. We shall let the world know the little things we expect of them as we go.🧕🧕

She had everything until one fine day!!! He had everything except love... She lost her parents and sister... He had parents but too far away.. Asif was the one for whom she continued to live on... She was the one for whom He wished .... But will She accept Him!!?? Will He accept Her so called conditions???

Bismillah Rabbi zidnee Ilman "My Lord! Increase me in my knowledge" Assalamualaikum wa rahamatullahi wa barakatuhu ♡A thought provoking poems for my sisters♡