Muslima Stories

Hi, this wattpad story is basically about my life as a muslim and how i overcame my struggles as one. You can think of it as a diary, Wheres i write about my life as a muslima and my struggles. info about me<3: name: mizuki (It is my online name) Age: 16 years old where i am from: pakistan, lahore.

Quotes , Beautiful quotes

"Stop! We can't be together. It's forbidden! Why can't you understand that?! We already went too far..." "Then marry me!" "What?" "You heard right. Marrry me so I can kiss you whenever the fuck I want!"

Summer was finally here, and Amira was excited to return to her little village in the heart of Morocco. Not only was she happy to reunite with her family, but also to help her older sister with her wedding preparations. She thought that she would make the journey alone, but it turned out that a certain family was going to accompany her. This same family housed a person Amira never expected to talk to again. Ten years have passed, but the event she experienced with him was still stuck in her mind. ° ° ° It's 93k words. My story is a romance taking place in North-Africa and a little bit in France. I hope you learn a little bit about my culture through it and enjoy the love story 🥰. There is some angst, but it's mostly fluff. Please leave a comment if you like it 🤍 • English is not my mother tongue. If you see any grammar and/or syntax errors, please tell me. I still have a loooooottt to correct in it so please bear with me 🫶🏼 Feel free to give a try tho ! Thank you !

Hi, I am in a religion called Islam which makes me a Muslim. If you are related to me please don't read this, because I just don't want you to read it. I feel that if you write your problems down, you feel better. And you guys giving me advice would help me even more. Only say nice things and I will say nice things back.

A one-sided love. A muslim girl's love story.

Aya, a 17-year-old Muslim girl, perfect life. Then her life takes a turn, will she accept it this way or will she not? Read to find out. (book 1 of series Promised.)

Jk is an idol who is muslim but don't pray and don't do anything as a muslim he lives as an idol and don't much care about his religion but when he met and fell in love with Sabiha he started reading Quran and learning about his own religion islam and became real muslim Even he stopped his idol career after knowing that it's haram he only sing nasheds( islamic songs) But he struggled a lot to be with Sabiha 🤐

Ameera's an 18 year old girl. Born Muslim but wasn't practicing Islam properly. Shy, insecure and selfless. She is in her teen years wanting to enjoy like all the other teenagers. Meet Ahmed. A 19 year old boy practicing Islam. Quiet, kind, caring and confident. He is a billionaire and next in line for CEO of Idris corp. ** "So Aiden and Nina are together huh..What about you Ahmed? Do you have any girl in mind?" My dad asked him. This time it was his turn to choke on his food. Oh boy... it's gonna be a long dinner. After Ahmed stopped choking, his face had this 'deer caught in sunlight' expression. It was so hard to control our laughs. He looked at dad dumbfounded. Then his face turned to a panic look before going back to normal. Jeez, I never saw him with so many expressions. "Uh...I don't have a girlfriend but yeah I do have someone in my mind whom I would like to get married to one day... I just don't know if she feels the same way sir" he said looking at my face in end. I felt a bit uneasy cause dad started looking at me too. So I shrugged as if saying 'don't look at me, I have no clue which girl he talking about'. At this both my parents started chucking and I heard mum saying something along with the lines 'oh my clueless baby'. ** She thought her past was bad but didn't know what awaited for her. Join Ameera on her journey full of surprises, betrayal, and heartbreak to finally getting happiness after meeting someone that changes her life completely for better. ( All pictures belong to their rightful owners ) Rankings under 100- #1 revert 13th Jul 2022 #1 loveislam 9th Jun 2022 #1 muslima 11th Jun 2022 #1 ahmad 18th Nov 2022 #1 ameera 18th Nov 2022 #1 allah 19th Dec 2022 #1 halal 19th Dec 2022 #7 hijab 30th Sep 2022 #8 muslimromance 30th Dec 2022 #9 muslimlove 30th Dec 2022 #9 ahmed 9th Jun 2022 #10 nina 21st Dec 2022 #10 religion 6th Feb 2022 #13 islamicfiction 13th Jul 2022 #94 aiden 13th Jul 2022

Things you should know as a Muslim. Including the farrd and sunnah of of salat, the pillars of Islam, and the prophets of Allah, and so much more.

The diary of a blind Muslima. It will give you advises of a blind, little and sweet Muslima. I hope you like it! Love your blind friend.

A reminder for each day

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　Sacrifice is another name for love　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊ . . *＊✿❀　Not your typical Bad boy story.....well it's typical But with a twist! ❀✿＊*

Mon Rantbook~ [Cover by me]

it is love story,heart break

Zuciyar sa yana mashi wasiwasi, abinda yake gudu shi ke shirin faruwa dashi. Bai taɓa samun kansa cikin wannan yanayin ba. Yanayin da zai zama useless baida amfani. Sai yanzu ya lura da dalilin dayasa ya kasa barci. Ba komai bane illa wannan sabon shafin dake baƙunta sa. A hankali yake mamayansa, ya shammace shi cikin dare. Yanzu gashi yazo yayi kane kane yana kokarin gina muhalli cikin rayuwarsa. Tabbas zuciya batada ƙashi, kuma ba'a kwaɓanta. Amma idan tace zatayi mashi abinda yake tsammani bata kyauta mashi ba. Tayi mugun cutan sa. Ya kamata tayi tunani saboda abinda take so yafi karfin ta. Runtse ido yayi ransa yana mashi ɗaci. Shi dama dukansa akayi da itace zai fi jin daɗi akan raɗaɗin dayake ji cikin ransa. Akwai abubuwa da ke faruwa da bawa wanda baida ikon hanawa. Kamar yadda zuciyar sa take raya masa ga abinda takeso yanzu, idan kuma bata samu ba tabbas zatayi masa tijara. Toh tijara na yaushe kuma, fafur ta hanashi barci. Murmushi yayi na takaici, "akwai ƙura," yace a fili. Dimplicious Empire, ku biyoni sannu a hankali domin jin wannan labari. Love you Fisabillahi ❤️

There is a lump in my throat the size of a sandstorm and I haven't been able to swallow it since I was 16. I remember my childhood as a play where I was the pessimist. not by choice, but by necessity. Everyone in my life had a way of projecting themselves onto me, their fears, their agonies, their what ifs and could be's. I became the canvas bearing their disproportionate hues. I became a reflection of their shattered hopes. ____________ I wish time were more kinder to me. maybe then my sensibility and reason wouldn't try to beat their wings as they prepared to fly away at every word, every remark, and every twisted smile. I felt robbed of the one thing that was mine- my childhood. Most of my childhood was not in photos but in certain biscuits, the scent of rain on a warm pavement, the moon when it decides to follow me, and the lights of the day. Now I just retreat into myself. I find solace in these four walls. They don't live contrasting lives, all disorganized and stacked up on top of each other in the pits of my stomach. .