The Hijabi Always Wins

The Hijabi Always Wins

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Musamma can never get over, the feeling that boy gave her. It wasn't heartbreak, it was the feeling of heartbreak, it was the feeling of love. The feeling that, the boy gave her can never be replaced. Except by Allah (SWT). Watch the journey of this girl as she falls in and out of love, and realizes the only person, that can give the love she truly desires is Allah (SWT). 898 on 8/11/17 General Fiction The Hijabi Always Wins- is property of @rainbowmuslimah, no part of it may be reproduced without her consent. The cover photo is not mine, I stole it off the internet. If it is yours and you would like me to take it off than just inbox me, please.
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The things I knew that were once unethical, were bound to be saintly. The dreams I dreamt once upon a time, seemed to be an epitome of nightmares. The heart I thought I stole long ago, always belonged to someone else. The crimes I have committed all my life, became a handful of lessons that I ought to learn. The world I looked up to once, became a mortal enemy of mine. The family I thought would disown me, fought my battles for me. The life I never imagined I'd live, sadly it became a life I'd rather live than die. Lastly, the guilt I carried in me for the each and every second of my living, was a poison spreading and gradually banishing everything around me. Clearly, I was bounded by the past! Never have I imagined for the galaxy of guilt in me to steadily transform into a matter of great; Love. No, it wasn't for my dead sister, or for the woman I once claimed to love, or for my money-grubbing father, or even for the woman who was destined for me. Majestically, it was for Someone who I never ever thought it would be for; My Maker. Well, it's mind-blowing how the ugliest of matters bring out the most beautiful of articles! -Guilt is a gift from Allah, warning you that what you are doing is violating your soul.- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Started: 22/12/2017, 7:15 pm. [All Rights Reserved, froward 2017]

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