Hijabi Stories

"Are you running away from me?" A playful voice made me stop in my tracks. My heart thudded in alarm, and I had to remind myself that we were in school, with multiple witnesses around us. He couldn't harm me here. I turned around with a glare, but the second I looked at his face, my courage crumbled. 
The memory of him threatening to snap my neck if I reported him and his crew hit me like a brick. Swallowing my fear, I met his eyes. "Weren't you the one who told me to stay away from trouble?" A crooked grin tugged at his lips and he brought his face closer. "Yeah. But looks like trouble doesn't want to stay away from you." I blinked. 
What? *** [muslim girl x bad boy] Bareera Omar, a.k.a Rory, thought junior year's biggest challenge would be adjusting to life and dealing with how people treated her now that she'd chosen to openly embrace her Muslim identity, and started wearing the hijab. What she didn't expect, however, was to get tangled up with Romero Allen - her school's infamous senior and the walking definition of trouble. One moment, he's bullying her. 
The next, he's scaring off the guys who try to mess with her. They don't consider each other friends. 
But calling them enemies doesn't quite fit either. Maybe they're something in between. Something along the lines of 'frenemies'. *** "So what do you want us to be? We can't be both. Either we're friends or we're enemies." "Lovers." #1 in stereotypes #1 in goodgirl #1 in badboygoodgirl

--- 🌸 INTRODUCTION "From War to Whispers" - a story of two hearts that started as rivals and somehow learned how to fall. They say the line between love and hate is thin. Mine was a whole lot arguments,pranks and much more. Growing up next to Zaid Kabir was like living beside a walking disaster. He was loud, arrogant, annoyingly handsome - the kind of boy who thought the world revolved around his smirk. And me? I was the girl who refused to orbit him. We fought over everything. Mangoes. Water. Who greeted first. If he breathed too loudly, I'd complain. If I smiled too long, he'd tease me. Everyone said we'd outgrow it. We never did. Years later, fate laughed in my face and threw us into the same university, the same city, the same story - again. He's still Zaid. Still annoying. Still impossible. But something's changed. Maybe it's me. Maybe it's him. Maybe the war has started whispering something neither of us wants to admit to Whispers. Where enemies learn how to listen... and maybe, how to love. ----

There was something behind the way he influenced me beautifully, yet unknowingly. Am I getting into a young man's trap? Have you ever wanted to ask a question to yourself, but you didn't, because your heart couldn't handle the answer? That was exactly the case with me. My mixed emotions during this journey full of suspense were innumerable. Find out to know about my journey when he entered my life...

Asiya Ali is your average Pakistani girl studying Law at University College of London. She is what you deem as the epitome of an average, South Asian girl leading a near enough ordinary life. But, with a sense of humour slightly above the substantial norm and a "frenemy" who may or may not successfully emerge from the friend zone, Asiya embarks on a roller coaster of a journey with twists and turns and rather spontaneous events which resemble something out of a Bollywood movie. To find out about the journey of Asiya's life - the life of a British, Desi hijabi read "not my cup of chai."

"Leave my hand!" "What if I don't" replied Ahmed with an evil smirk. "Oh! you would look more beautiful after taking off that hijab of yours!" Arham said while touching the corner of her hijab. "Well? how much do you want to take that hijab off or you want help huh?" Ahmed said and closed the distance. "No leave me!" Both started laughing. "I think she said leave her!" A deep voice came from the end of the corridor. "Azlaan stay out of this bro!" Ahmed shouted. "I said leave her!" Azlaan shouted and came to punch him. "Bro relax!" Arham shouted and pushed Azlaan. "Never-mind! she's just a piece of shit!" Ahmed said and left the corridor with Arham behind him. The hazel brown eyes were lost in the green blue orbs. Something unknown developed in a matter of seconds. None of them knew what it was? yet felt connected in that single eye contact. **** Will they realize what it is? Or things would change for both of them? What fate had planned for them? To find out read 'Hijabi and Him'

"What are you reading?" "Surat Al-Talaq (The Divorce)" "Why?" "Because you called BTS stupid." "So you're gonna divorce me and use the Quran as your law book?" "Yes, and Allah as my judge." "Can you really stand before God, and say 'I wanna leave my halal husband, who fasts and prays because he insulted my haram boyfriends.' " "Yes." ___________________________________ "Hey, Hanan?" "Yeah?" "I heard you once burned someone's bed while he was asleep in it." "Oh yeah. He got on my nerves." "So if I were to get on your nerves, you'll burn me?" "Of course not." "Because I'm your husband and you love me?" "No. Because I now fully understand that if I do that, I'll get on God's nerves and He'll burn me." "So if I get on your nerves, you won't burn me right?" "Yeah." "Good." "I'll just divorce you." "I'd rather burn to death habibti." __________________________________ "You bring out the haram in me." "That's hot." "What I meant is that its been 10 minutes since the adhan and I still haven't prayed, you weirdo." __________________________________ "Saif. Please. Just let me see her." "Hanan. Go home. You know I can't. It's haram for you to be here." "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! LET ME SEE HER!" "Hanan. Please. Stop this." "Did you even love her? Did you even love us? Huh? You heartless son of a bit-" __________________________________ "We were brought together after being apart for seven years once and here we are again. Together after being apart for seven years again," he says with a low voice. I sense he's going to cry, so I try to lighten up the mood. "Seven is an amazing number," I say with a smile. "Because there are Seven Heavens?" "I was gonna say because there are seven members of BTS, but that'll do. "

Weird Thoughts, Infinite Dreams, And Lost Worlds. ~Poetry~

Marwa, just your average girl 19 year old girl is just trying living her best life, with her partner in crime/best friend Sara. What their favourite pass time? Hanging out together in their very own home! Well sorta. You see Sara's family is incredibly rich so in they're backyard they have a guest house. Well that guest house has basically been claimed by the 2 girls, who spend so much time there they basically live in it. But what happens when Sara's cousins Zara, and Zakkariyah come to visit? The 4 of them have to live together under the same roof. He can't stop thinking about her, and she can't stop thinking about him but she's going through her own personal conflicts, and can't afford to be with someone. On top of that he's hiding something from his past, that he wants to protect her from, but how can he protect her when the past is coming back into the present? -------- I know what you're thinking now, should I read this book? Well lemme help you and give you some reasons why I recommend it: - the story isn't about abuse - the girl has never been raped - the guy isn't a cold bitter badboy that becomes better because of the girl - the girl isn't forced into marriage - the guy isn't 'the CEO of his very own company at just 22 years old' - the girl is independent and goes far in life - the guy kind and selfless - no one in this story is a perfect muslim - So basically what I'm trying to say is that every single muslim story on Wattpad is exactly the same, so here my shot at being different. **** DISCLAIMER: just letting you all know that story doesn't represent Islam in any way, it's just a story of modern Muslims in today's day and age.

DON'T READ! like seriously....don't I (MIGHT) not continue it.

a girl is a gun who doesn't burn flowers for fun her sign is a burgundy hijab her weapon is her soul her freedom? i hope that's me since she gave me some she deserves something big and this is just a tiny part of my try I owe her so much.

The title is pretty self-explanatory. _____________________________ This is an entry to W8: All About Everything by @CommunityInteractive DISCLAIMER: I don't own the picture used to make this cover. I just found it on Google, and made a cover out of it.

she was always the one to take the downfall of everything, always prepared to take the blame for major problems and minor problems. and there's always people around her, pleading her to stop, but she can't. she felt the need to atone for her sins. until a few chosen people walked- well, more like trampled- into her life and opened her eyes about the bad side of her selfless actions. who were these people? why did Allah bring them into her life? and what is the truth behind her unpredictable change? follow these cherished people in her life to explore the truth. the ugly truth. "Haya.....why....?"

Sarah Mohammed thought that living in a new land can give her a chance to live happily with her adorable family. But less she knew about what's approaching. When she began to take steps of new changes through the breeze that's when murders and unwanted scenes keep approaching her door. Dive into her life to discover what stairs does she prefer to climb.

رنجش ہی سہی دل کو دُکھانے کے لئے آ آ پھر سے مجھے چھوڑ کے جانے کے لئے آ کچھ تو میرے پندار محبت کا بھرم رکھ تُو بھی تو کبھی مجھ کو منانے کے لئے آ کس کس کو بتائینگے کے جدائی کا سبب ہم تُو مجھ سے خفا ہے تو زمانے کے لئے آ اب تک دلِ خوش فہم کو تجھ سے ہیں امیدیں یہ آخری شمعیں بھی بُجھانے کے لئے آ "آ پھر سے مجھے چھوڑ کے جانے کے لئے آ!" Hi guys!! This is my new novel!..I Hope You will it!..please give votes and feedbacks.. Love❤❤ AARZOO

||NOTE: Novel is being re-structured. || Rankings: 10 in #hijabi 98 in #selfdiscovery • • •

Best friends go to London from somali to achieve their dreams to be a gynecologist and to be a business woman But faith had orher plans for them, cause when they say love seems to find them everywhere they go could be both a blessing and a curse Btw this is everyone friendly, which means anyone can read this book

muslim halal love story pakistani x arab how many coincidences is too much? and how many count as signs from Allah?

#14 Hayat on 27th March 2019 #30 Daring on 14th June 2020 #39 Daring on 21st April 2020 #49 Hayat on 20th February 2019 #54 Hayat on 10th January 2019 #37 Spiritual on 24th April 2018 #95 Spiritual on 3rd April 2018 ' No, you can't do this to me ' I said ' Why not baby, this is called business ' the man , in front of me in his black suit, said ' No. .no. .no.. ' I sat down on my knees with fear of losing my work I made and raised... ' Baby, don't hurt yourself, just sign those papers ' ' I will not ' I shouted ' Bad... you will be responsible for consequences.. It's a warning ' ' You can't do this... you involved my brother too in yours filthy plan... and you even didn't leave my friend too... how can you do this... ' ' As I said its called a business darling' ' Stop calling me with those names... I can't believe it... you married me just for that... ' ' Yes I did, because I was always the 1st in top 10 list of business tycoons but from last 2 years , I am at 2nd position, just because of you and I won't regret doing this to make you down and get my position back. ' ' What have I done to you that you are punishing me this way ' ' You know what, a girl is only made to be under a man, so be under me, your husband ' he said walking towards table, grabbing those papers and a pen and came in front of me... Anger was rising in me... I hit his hard chest with my soft hands to stop him move closer to me... but it didn't work out. ..He came more close to me...my hands still on his chest.. His breath was felt by me near my right ear , and he whispered... ' Just sign these damn papers ' he made me grab the pen and I being crying, losing the work I gained from my hardwork , from my past experiences... is going to destroy.. my dream which I made come true is going to be a dream again... tears falling down from my eyes. ...I signed the papers wherever he said making my heart broke down and soon a black atmosphere surrounded me....

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