Saudiarabia Stories

In vibrant Saudi Arabia, a chance encounter between strangers sets off a heartwarming journey of love, friendship, and self-discovery. "His Smile" is a halal romance that follows Ema, a Bengali girl raised in the holy land, Junayeed, a Bengali man in the country for Umrah, and Asad, the guy her father chose for her marriage. Through Ema's eyes, we experience the beauty of their blossoming halal romance and the strong bonds of friendship and family that surround her. With her close friends, Asiyah and Abdullah, by her side, Ema navigates the ups and downs of relationships, personal growth, and faith. Dive into the world of "His Smile", where love, laughter, and tears come together in a story that will touch your heart and inspire your soul.

Make way for Prince Ali! What would happen in this messy triangle? Who will Aladdin chose, (y/n) or Jazmine?

The protector of Saudi Arabia.

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more lucid visions of him (PBUH).

the story you never knew you wanted, until never. this is pointless... but the batfamily decide to head over to MacDonald's but is served by a rasist waitress (try saying THAT ten times fast.) but anyway, she has a go at Damian, and I never knew descriptions were that hard to write. p.s I love Damian, and that's why we gotta make him suffer. ☠️🖤

From Uganda's tyrant Idi Amin to rulers from Pakistan, Tunisia, and Yemen, the Gulf kingdom has long been a safe haven for embattled leaders

Welcome to my comprehensive guide to the best beauty practices from across the globe. We delve into the world of Indian haircare, exploring nourishing oils and traditional techniques to promote healthy, shiny hair. Moving east, we uncover the secrets of Korean skincare, known for its multi-step routines and innovative products. Our journey continues to China, where we learn about the long history and unique aesthetics of Chinese makeup. Then, we head to Africa to explore the diverse body care practices, using all-natural ingredients sourced from the continent's rich biodiversity. Finally, we conclude with a sensory journey to Arabia, where we discover the art of perfume making, with a focus on luxurious oud and aromatic spices.

"Baba, Why can't I be the Sultan?" weeped Ameerah as she sat beside her father's legs, tears glistening like silver beads, dilating her brown orbs out of frustration, anger and helplessness. Her father Abu Quraizah sighed in frustration as he replied for what seemed like the Hundredth time. He spoke without sparing a glance at her as though he was repeating a well-rehearsed line for a theatrical play. "Ameerah, my sweet little girl. You should know that as the Ameer's daughter you can be anything that you wish to be. There's no stopping you but you must understand my dear..." The Ameer was unsure of how to finish his sentence. "You must understand that some roles are more...MORE suited to others than perhaps yourself." Ameerah's tears were threatening to fall as those words left her father's mouth. She had no idea how to respond. Her mind, body and soul fell numb. The one figure head she had faith in , who would support her in all her dreams. "So you have no faith in me or in my capabilities. Just because I'm a woman, right? " Ameerah was frustrated at her father's mindset. The last comment had just about ticked Abu Quraizah off. He had to put her in her place. "You know what Ameerah? You are right. Women can't be leaders. I mean they're so stupid to even think that they can change the Political system." Abu Quraizah bellowed as he got up from his golden-plated the first time to look in his daughter's tear flooden eyes "You're just like your mother. She also attempted to change the conventions of society and look where that lead her..." Abu Quraizah stopped abruptly quickly realising his unintentional slip of tongue, Ameerah froze. She felt numb and she felt a wave of rage sweep through her. What did he mean?

Have you ever imagined word war three, maybe it's America against Russia or Pakistan against India. In my whole life I never imagined World War Two would happen again...with another religion This is my story

My story growing up in Saudi Arabia. This is just a prologue I have more to offer for whatever who's interested.

A few poems about Saudi Arabia and it's people.

This is a modern fairy tale, no happy endings... - Selena Gomez