Natural Hair and Hijab: Navigating through Coils, Kinks and Hijab Pins
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'Natural Hair and Hijab' is written for my afro textured sisters who are struggling with their frizzy, unmanageable hair, Hijab and all other social pressures that come with being awesome.
This is not a hard and fast guide to growing or maintaing your natural hair. It is a collection of useful information and tips that have helped me on my hair journey and I hope will do the same for you, In Sha Allah.
The writing is conversational and straightforward to make it an easy read. We all know how complex natural hair can get. No need to make it any more complicated than it already is.
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My stomach dropped the second we made eye contact. He had long and dark brown hair, which curled under the baseball cap he wore backward. The subtle curve of his nose was covered in light freckles with piercing green eyes and lush eyelashes to match. He was tall and thin, carrying a beauty I couldn't comprehend. I didn't even let my eyes trail down to what he was wearing. I lowered my gaze immediately, feeling my cheeks grow hot. I watched his feet shift awkwardly in those navy blue Vans. *** Jannah is a nineteen-year-old Muslim just trying to get by. Her life was a long routine consisting of school, work and keeping her mother happy. Every day was the same and she was content on being patient. That is, until she stumbled upon Dawud; an older and handsome employee at the local Islamic bookstore. A new chapter of her life unfolds, where the tests of faith, friendship and family push her to define what really matters. Will she succeed in her mission to be happy? Add this book to your library and read to find out!Complete
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𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧 ✔
Most impressive ranking till date, #1 in spiritual out of 26.7k stories Date: 7/01/2021 ---- A muslim love story- "𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒓𝒊𝒅 𝒐𝒇" ---- (This book is unedited) They grew up together fighting, laughing, playing... But what happens when one starts to develop feelings for the other? They can't live without each other, but can't have each other either. The love they are denying, picturing it as an habit... But for how long? He is willing to do everything to get her.... She is willing to do everything to be away from him, knowing that, it will pain her more than anything.... ---- Join the journey of Ayaah Qureshi and Ayan Siddique , and be a witness of their stupid, idiotic but at the same time blooming love story... ©All rights reserved ........ Cover by me ........ #1 in Muslim out of 8.89k stories on 13/03/2021 #1 in Cousin out of 3.16k stories on 30/4/2021 #4 in spiritual... Out of 26.7k stories On 05/01/2021 #2 in hijab out of 2.42k stories on 27/11/2020 #25 in Muslim out of 8.64k on 18/8/2020 Ranked#5 in cousins. #26 in feelings out of 65.8k stories on 27/03/2021 #1 in childhood love on 20/12/2020 Started:18/7/2020 Completed: 08/01/2021Complete
To Seduce an Angel | 18+ ✔
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Guilted: Wars Against The Past (Editing)
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]Complete
The Three Struggling Muslimahs
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When Stars are Hidden
COMPLETED ✔️✔️ Excerpt. *** "I won't bite. . .yet. . .I promise" He said with a teasing smirk. Walking in the rain didn't sound like a bad idea. Naima didn't want to sit in a car alone with him. As her luck was rare, the thunder clapped and she found herself racing into a practical stranger's car. That wasn't the plan. Naima looked at him weirdly. "Fine. . .but don't try anything funny." "You have my word. I won't try anything. . . funny, Habiba." She could have voiced her disapproval in his insistent need to call her Habiba. But there were much more bigger problems. *** Blurb. A bump in the high school hallway? Cliché. . .I know. But it did happen. And personally Naima hated clichés. She was clearly going to hate him too. But she didn't design life. No one did. And Tawfiq had a way of sneaking up into people's lives if he wanted. And he wanted to sneak into the one hijabi in his French class. Things start not to match up with what Naima knows and questions are raised. Everyone hides something from the world. . . Even stars hide behind clouds on a cloudy night. When the clouds move, will a beautiful starry night be seen or a dark sky with no stars? As the saying goes, Nothing is really truly hidden... Forget Disney and fairy tales. For this is a whole different tale. WARNING ‼️ ⚠️ You'll laugh with them. You'll cry with them. You'll hate some with a passion. You'll love some with the same passion. Started: September 2017. Ended: December 2018. Book 1 in The Secret SeriesComplete
Veiled Love (Completed)
They say some hearts recognize each other before eyes ever meet. Before I knew your name, my soul had already whispered it in sujood. Before I saw your face, my heart had painted it in every quiet moment of longing. And when fate finally let our paths cross, it felt less like meeting you... and more like remembering you. Alayna Shaikh Warm-hearted and quietly steadfast, Alayna carries a sincerity that lingers long after her smile fades. Raised in a small Pakistani village steeped in tradition, her childhood was wrapped in familiarity and faith. But at ten, everything changed when her family moved to Qatar, a world of opportunity that came with its own quiet ache. When the noise of adjustment grew heavy, Alayna found solace in faith. She pursued Islamic Studies in South Africa, spending eight years away from home years that shaped her into a woman of depth, grace, and unshakable belief. Now back in Qatar, she finds her thoughts drawn to someone she has never truly known a presence that lingers in her heart like a prayer unanswered. Aamir Al Qasim Born into privilege and legacy, Aamir's life was carved by expectation. With piercing hazel eyes that hold both warmth and restraint, and a calm strength that speaks louder than words, he embodies the balance between confidence and humility. Despite the ease of wealth, he guards himself against pride, anchoring his soul in the remembrance of Allah. But when a fleeting encounter with a modest young woman stirs something within him something he cannot name nor dismiss, Aamir finds himself haunted by her absence. He searches for her everywhere, yet destiny seems to keep her just beyond reach. When two souls are written for each other, time bends, hearts ache, and prayers begin to take shape. Will fate finally weave Alayna and Aamir's paths together or will the unseen tests of life pull them apart before they ever truly meet?Complete
Their True Love✔️
"Go straight at the end of right side you will see a red and black car, at the back of the car you will find something." It was from that unknown number. I slowly walked straight and when I saw red and black car i went toward the car's back with slow steps. When I reached there no one was there not even anything. Then i heard a voice, after hearing it I stood frozen on my spot. I started shivering hearing that voice. I gulped and slowly turned around, my eyes widened with shock and fear seeing that person. "Hello my princess! Long time no see," That person said with a smirk on their face. No no no this can't happen. No this cannot happen. He can't be here. He can't come back. My whole body was shivering seeing him standing in front of me. I felt tears one by one slip from my eyes. "Missed me didn't you? Even I missed you alot princess," He said taking a step closer to me. "No, No do-don't co-come near m-me," I said shivering. ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ Started: 27/May/2020 Ended: 28/June/2021.Complete
My stomach dropped the second we made eye contact. He had long and dark brown hair, which curled under the baseball cap he wore backward. The subtle curve of his nose was covered in light freckles with piercing green eyes and lush eyelashes to match. He was tall and thin, carrying a beauty I couldn't comprehend. I didn't even let my eyes trail down to what he was wearing. I lowered my gaze immediately, feeling my cheeks grow hot. I watched his feet shift awkwardly in those navy blue Vans. *** Jannah is a nineteen-year-old Muslim just trying to get by. Her life was a long routine consisting of school, work and keeping her mother happy. Every day was the same and she was content on being patient. That is, until she stumbled upon Dawud; an older and handsome employee at the local Islamic bookstore. A new chapter of her life unfolds, where the tests of faith, friendship and family push her to define what really matters. Will she succeed in her mission to be happy? Add this book to your library and read to find out!
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