A Muslims Love Story

A Muslims Love Story

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****Muhammed and Ameena**** Read this book and see how two people fall in love in during marriage! Muhammed POV: I always wanted my relationship with my wife to be like the prophets (pbuh) relationship with his wife. They were so amazing; you read about them and its like a fairytale. This may be controversial but I think Romeo and Juliet is nothing compared to the prophet (pbuh) love story. Ameena POV: I prayed Istikharah (a prayer which you ask god for guidance; eg. marriage- should I marry him or not?) and went to sleep on my right side. In my dream I saw the colour white. I was in a wedding dress with a scarf on praying a prayer behind Muhammad (which was one of my dreams when I got married). When I woke up for Fajr I had a smile on my face. I then knew I was ready for marriage with Muhammad. I was hoping he'd say yes!
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"I can touch whatever and whenever I like at the end you are my wife aren't you?" He grabbed my scalp harshly with his hands which really hurt "N-n-no I-i'm not your w-wif-fe." I shaked my head continuously more like convincing myself He just let go put his hands in his pockets and chuckled lowdly evilly "You are Ilan Salvatore Syed." "YOU ARE MY WIFE MY PROPERTY MY TOY WHATEVER I WANT TO CALL YOU YOU BELONG TO ME " he yelled which made me shake my head continuously thinking about my mother and Rahol . "No No No No Nooooo!" I covered my ears and shook my head violently. "NOOOOOO!" I yelled again not controlling my tears . Rahol's bloodshot eyes flashed in front of me . The ring that was on my hand reminded me of my mother's last wish that I was too of a coward to make it come true "Please no Please have mercy on me." I was now on the floor with my back on the cold wall knees tightly on my chest and my head resting on them covering my ears . "Cut the drama now let's get to the good part ." He took me by my arm and dragged me to a big room which was as dark as his soul . Everything was black like his heart Allah please help me please I know everything happens for a good reason but please help me please. Before I knew it he threw me on the cold floor I was crying continuously not accepting what was happening, thinking it was all just a nightmare then the next words that came out of his mounth brought me back to my ugly reality "Strip." -------------- A/N This story is not cringe at all I promise it's not the cliche Mafia love stories. (Said by every cliché Author lol)😭 Everyone is welcome to read this book btw it doesn't matter if you are from my culture or religion anything that is foreign I will translate it to you .❤️

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