A short story by a rookie writer.Please give it a try though Love is a combination of respect, friendship, understanding, communication and companionship

¿Sabías que una semilla, antes de convertirse en planta, tiene que romperse? Desde afuera parece un fracaso, algo pequeño que se quiebra y desaparece en la tierra oscura. Pero esa ruptura no es el final, sino el inicio. El dolor de abrirse paso bajo la tierra es la que permite que brote vida nueva. Sin romperse, nunca germinaría. Así ocurre también con nosotros; a veces sentimos que nos partimos en pedazos, que todo se oscurece y que no hay más que tierra alrededor. Pero en esa grieta, en ese proceso lento e invisible, se está gestando algo más profundo.

Maseel by Noor Rajput: Title: Maseel - Roman Urdu Translation "Image are used in intro are not mine, credits goes to the rightful owner." Maseel Novel by Noor rajpoot is the gripping second season of sulphite, bringing a unique blend of mystery, Islamic teachings, romance, and emotional depth. The story unfolds with compelling themes of faith, past secrets, university life, and complex family dynamics. With a hijabi heroine, a singer-turned-hero, and a scholarly touch, the novel beautifully explores love, personal growth, and the struggles of its characters. The contrast between the calm Hisham Jabail from sulphite and the fiery Abdul from Maseel adds depth to the narrative. Abdul's journey reflects themes of longing, sibling rivalry, and self-discovery as he navigates relationships and the burdens of his past. The novel highlights the importance of balanced parental love and the impact of childhood experiences on one's personality. Maseel Novel by Noor rajpoot is an unforgettable story, rich with emotions, wisdom, and inspiration-an absolute must-read for those who love intense and thought-provoking novels. Please note: This translation is for entertainment and educational purposes only, with immense respect to the original work.

Like every other Muslimah her age, Syeda Anaabiya Ahmed dreamed of a love that would heal her scars-a love that would cherish and protect her. As an orphan, she had spent her life fighting battles no child should face-struggling for survival, for a home, and, most painfully, for the love even her own younger sister denied her. Her last hope rested on marriage-the man destined to be her partner, her guide, the one who would help her grow into a better Muslimah. But that dream shattered the moment she was forced to marry Syed Humza Junaid-a man she loathed, a man as ruthless as the dark empire he ruled, a man who saw love as nothing more than a weakness. Defiant and unyielding, Anaabiya refuses to be another pawn in Humza's world of power and crime. She challenges him at every turn, determined not to bow to his arrogance and cruelty. But just when she thinks she has him figured out, the cracks in his armor begin to show-a man tormented by his demons, a man who, against all odds, might just be capable of love. As their world spirals into chaos, hatred begins to blur into something far more dangerous. Love. Obsession. Destruction. Will Anaabiya tame the monster within him, or will she lose herself in the fire that is Syed Humza Junaid? Join Anaabiya on a journey where love and ruin walk hand in hand-where the heart's deepest desires clash with fate's cruelest twists.

©️ 2017. Original written in 2016/2017. Highest Ranking #2 on What's Hot list- Spiritual .. Imagine being in a type of house where you're banned from dating, having two choices: 1. To get married immediately after secondary school. 2. To get married after graduating college. Being a teenager has its up and downs, and Khadijah's might be a little bit of sneaking around and defying orders. Her father disapproved of the term, and the whole concept of dating. He believed that when you're a student, your thoughts should be solely focused on your education, and when you get married, you concentrate on managing your household. Yet, Khadijah found a way to create her own choice and well, she had to face the consequences of her actions. .. "My heart beats for you Khadijah, feel it." He steadied her left hand to his chest. .. #98. 28/11/17. #83. 30/11/17. #77. 30/11/17. #67. 02/12/17. #43. 07/12/17. #37. 08/12/17. #32. 10/12/17. #24. 26/01/18. #18. 22/01/18. #16. 19/03/18. #15. 14/12/17. #14. 15/01/18. #13. 22/12/17. #10. 22/03/18. #09. 15/04/18. #07. 15/04/18. #04. 30/04/18. #03. 21/06/18. #02. 28/06/18 #1 in Hausa. #1 in Deen. #1 in MuslimRomance #1 in ProjectNigeria. Kindly vote, comment and share as you read. Please and please try to not be a silent reader. Thank you!

#5 in #spiritual 10 Nov, 2024 #1 in #muslim 12 Aug, 2021 #4 in #islam 29 May, 2021 #7 in #Allah 4 May, 2021 #8 in spiritual 15,16,17 September 2016 Thanks for stopping on my story! :D No, this is not a boy marries girl, girl marries boy cliché story... I promise there's more! I've put all my thought and skills to put before the wattpad audience the most misunderstood fact about muslim women in a marriage. The fact that it all ends with abuse and oppression on the women which leads to thinking that muslim women are being oppressed and enslaved in their religion. Afaaf Hameed never wanted a marriage because for all she knew, 'all men are the same', particularity Muslim men. They are all chauvinists. To her, romance, love, feeling butterflies in stomach was all fantasy in today's world and it only existed in the era of Prophets. But what happens when she has forced herself to marry Imran Ameen Khan for the sake of her mum. On the other hand, Imran is head over heels about being married to Afaaf. He has never met a woman more beautiful than her. He tries his best to let romance blossom between them. But little does he know that his beautiful wife has no feelings for him. What will the future of these two hold when their lives are tied together? Will they make it to 'Happily Ever After' or will their hearts split up? ***Not Edited***

The extraordinary story of Yasmin and Fahad.a love that begins in silence, in unspoken moments, and blooms when least expected. A journey of true, qadr-guided love, exploring the beauty of patience, faith, and heartfelt connection. Along the way, discover intertwining hearts, hidden lines, and other love stories waiting to unfold.pure, halal, and destined.(Follow for frequent updates IN SHA ALLAH 💚)

𝑫𝒓. 𝒁𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝑨𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝑰𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝑷𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝑫𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚❤️‍🔥 ✿𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙎✿ ᯓᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ ᯓʜᴏsᴘɪᴛᴀʟ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ᯓᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ ᯓɢʀᴜᴍᴘʏ × ꜱᴜɴꜱʜɪɴᴇ ᯓᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ᯓᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱᴏʀ × ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ᡣ𐭩 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙨: 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚 ᡣ𐭩 "I hate you!" "You mean love" "No way. I meant what I said. I hate you" "So you hate me?" "Absolutely!" "No problem! I hate you too"

"If the world had only you, it would be enough, until it wasn't" -Anwar Hussein Hakimi. "Racing the limits, until I'm no more" -Karima Aliyu Arqam. *** The closets you can get to the definition of a perfect life is probably Anwar Hakimi's life. His wife was lovely, his children adorable, and his life content. When fate catapulted Karima Aliyu into his life, he had the best plan; provide for her, and that's it. He saw her as nothing but the little sister in their family gang. Until-one stolen kiss at a time-she wasn't. *** Karima stopped expecting much from life since her father denied her cousin sister's involvement in theft, yet said it was something she could do. Her life wasn't exactly rocky, at least not materialistically. She had her siblings and her family gang, so things really weren't complicated. Until she had to marry Anwar, one of her best friend's husband, then all hell broke loose. *** This is a work of fiction, I don't push or support any ideas or opinions of the characters in the book, all pictures belong to their respective sources.

Barakah Amal had escaped Nigeria shortly after the misfortune of encountering Jalal Jali as a teenager. Years since past and unbeknownst to her, she's reluctantly summoned back to wed the man who had ruined her life to protect her family. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .