Maryam Stories

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a tragic love story cover art by yours truly if this gets popular enough I'll voice the whole thing

"Jab ishq raaz ban jaye aur mohabbat imtehaan... Istanbul ki roshniyon mein chhupi ek larki ki kahani, jiska dil azaadi ka deewana tha - lekin taqdeer usay us raaste le gayi jahan sirf dard, raaz aur bewafaayein thi. 'Ishq ki Chandni' ek aisi kahani hai jahan mohabbat sirf jazba nahi, ek jang hai - khud se, rishtey se, aur kismet se."

Karkat was strolling along the meteor, looking something to actually do on this god forsaken rock. he stumbles along Rose's secret alcohol stash and decides to try some.

Hannah and Maryam celebrate their birthdays in a fancy restaurant. One-Shot, Fluff. This is a crackfic/joke between my friends. Those who view my normal content and see this shit- just ignore it lmao.

-- INTRODUCTION: **[Scene: Morning. Fajr. A quiet room with a window.]** My name is **Maryam**. But most people just call me *"yung tahimik na babae sa likod"*. I'm 19. I wear hijab. Not because I was forced to. But because the day I put it on, I felt like I finally covered what the world didn't deserve to see first - my heart. People see the hijab and think they already know my story. *"She's religious."* *"She can't do this, she can't do that."* *"She must be boring."* But they don't see the girl who stays up until 2AM writing stories in her notebook. The girl who cries during sujood because she doesn't know how else to say *"Ya Allah, I'm tired"*. The girl who laughs too loud with her cousins, and burns the adobo every single time. I'm not perfect. I miss prayers sometimes. I scroll too much. I get jealous, I get angry, I overthink. But every time I fall, I remember one thing my Umm taught me: *"Anak, Allah doesn't love perfect people. He loves people who keep coming back."* So I come back. To my prayer mat. To my du'a. To myself. I'm not just a hijabi. I'm a daughter, a sister, a writer, a mess, a work in progress. I'm learning to love Allah first, so I won't break when people leave. I'm learning that my worth isn't in likes, or boys, or how "modern" I look. It's in how I treat people when no one's watching. This is me. Maryam. A Muslimah who's still figuring it out. One prayer, one mistake, one sabr at a time. **[End scene. Sound of adhan in the background.]** ---

About sand witches 🧙‍♀️

This is all the trolls and humans, my friend and I came up with these

AMAL..... --------------------- A/N: This story is a work of fiction and warned you it's unedited Enjoy reading 😀

Gila kerja. Gila hot chocolate. Dua kesukaannya dari dulu hingga kini hingga dia lupa masa mengejarnya. Tiga-puluh-empat tahun usianya, bohonglah kalau tidak pernah memikirkan tentang perkahwinan. Realiti hidupnya tidak seindah mimpi. Bekas tunang kembali menghantui. Menuntut janji yang pernah terpateri. Dia dipersimpangan. Antara bekas tunang, atau menurut permintaan emaknya? Relakah hatinya menurut permintaan lelaki itu?

I don't know really... I felt like writing about my OTP and this happened! Probably won't continue?

Rose Lalonde is a trusted doctor and scholar who's reputation as a healer has made her a frequent visit from the royal guard. Watch as she tries not to be gay. Jade x Rose Jane x Rose Kanaya x Rose This story includes blood, gore and gross medical shit, if you're triggered or sensitive to any of these, please do not read.

Eridan Ampora didn't want to be alive. He didn't want the memories of what had happened to flood back to him, but he wasn't given much of a choice. It's hard to forget when your killer is a goddess. It's even harder to forget when she and her girlfriend seem to avoid your name like the plague.

Cashlin Edward is a very lucky girl with a great family and a loving family . The only thing that worries her is her boyfriend who lives across the ocean , can she make the relationship go strong across the ocean or will she have to discover more .

Can true love be ruined by a tiny thing such as a meteor?