The Bloom Behind The Veil
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Última publicación lun, may 5, 2025
~ She Gave Up Her Dreams To Wear A Mask Of Obedienc, But When Silence Turned Into Suffocation, She Vanished. In A Distant Village Cloaked In Mist And Memory, She Blooms In Secrecy... Behind The Veil. 🤍💐
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Her only sorrow was that she lived in a fairytale in this reality of now. She craved for a life what was called 'simple', but the world was way too complicated. The glitz of her world clashed with the realities of life and stole away all the dreams of her oceanic heart. And all she could do was to love him through her prayers, even amidst the thousand tides of memories. --- --- --- On the other side of the earth, her only sorrow was that she lived in the hands of the world where everything was dark and sad. She craved for a life what called a 'fairytale', but the world was way too selfish and real. When the possible of matters were too impossible, her dreams compromised with reality to give her at least what was called a 'home'. Her heartfelt aching prayers did find a destination to settle. --- --- --- They were three souls destined to live the one fate.Concluida
Veiled Love (Completed)
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𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐫♡~ (ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴇᴅɪᴛɪɴɢ)
╰┈➤ ᴬˡʸᵃ ˢʰⁱᶠᵃ ˣ ᶻᵃⁱᵈ ᴵʳᶠᵃᵈ 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐞. ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚ "Want me to read to you?" he asked, voice barely above the hush of dawn. She nodded, nestling closer. He began, the words spilling into the room, wrapping around them like silk. "Wa min ayatihi an khalaqa lakum min anfusikum azwajan..." (And of His signs is that He created for you from yourselves mates that you may find tranquility in them...) Alya's lashes fluttered. She could have lived a thousand lifetimes right there. Each one spent simply listening to this. He finally closed the mushaf, looked over at her with eyes so gentle. "You look like your heart is somewhere else habibti" He teased, thumb brushing her cheek. "It's right here," she whispered. "With you. With Him." ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚ She didn't fall in love. She fell into silence. The kind that comes after you've cried so much, your tears forget how to fall. Then came Zaid. He didn't arrive like lightning. He arrived like the adhan-soft, calling, certain. He never looked too long, never said too much. Alya didn't believe in fairy tales. Not after the things she'd endured. She had every reason to run But when the proposal came, she said yes. Not because she was ready. Not because she wasn't scared. But because something about him felt safe. Not the kind of safe that promises no pain, but the kind that holds your hand through it. This isn't a story of falling in love. It's a story of choosing love. Of trusting Allah more than your fears. ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚Concluida
Esha and Isa
Their sympathy had worn off and I was back to how I started, except I no longer had my husband beside me. I thought the niqab (face veil) would protect me like it used to, make me look like I fit in with everyone else. But the little person holding my hand gives it away. His beautiful dark skin and short frizzy hair shows that he’s different. They see us as different and they don’t like it. - Born and brought up in the west with a Pakistani father and Palestinian mother, Esha’s never been liked by her extended family in Pakistan. But they remained polite until she went on to do something never seen in her father’s Pakistani village. She married a black man. To make matters worse, Esha and her husband, Isa, move to Pakistan so Esha can teach the less fortunate in the little village her father was brought up in. His passing caused her great grief and she wanted to feel closer to him. But they never accepted her. Yet, Esha refuses to move away and is adamant on raising her son alone in her father’s old house.Concluida
Knitted By Time
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Survivors Of The Lost
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Touch of Fate
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BEHIND THE MASK
She wore the niqab. He led with faith. But behind the mask was a heart longing to be seen. A halal romance filled with love, laughter, and faith-where family, sacrifice, and sweet surprises make the journey unforgettable.
Her only sorrow was that she lived in a fairytale in this reality of now. She craved for a life what was called 'simple', but the world was way too complicated. The glitz of her world clashed with the realities of life and stole away all the dreams of her oceanic heart. And all she could do was to love him through her prayers, even amidst the thousand tides of memories. --- --- --- On the other side of the earth, her only sorrow was that she lived in the hands of the world where everything was dark and sad. She craved for a life what called a 'fairytale', but the world was way too selfish and real. When the possible of matters were too impossible, her dreams compromised with reality to give her at least what was called a 'home'. Her heartfelt aching prayers did find a destination to settle. --- --- --- They were three souls destined to live the one fate.
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