Gazawritesback Stories

Assalamoalaikum everyone! This is just a collection of random quotes, poems and articles regarding peace for Muslims. They may be my own or quoted. If they are quoted then I'll write the name of the person they belong to at the end. And yeah I suck at writing intros.

1st place in the #gazawritesback competition. A young boy. From Gaza. Missing things that are needed, and yet you can't say anything, they're choking you though not in a direct way, your sitting on the ground, with your ripped pants and shirt, but it's not because it's the new fashion no its something entirely different, it's because of them, they stopped all the suppliers from helping you out, they took control over water and food, over electricity and other important things. All of that was a reason of why people died and passed away. But I didn't say it was the only reason... Copyright © 2017. All rights reserved.

A collection of short stories from Gaza, Occupied Palestine.

Everything has a purpose and that purpose sometimes, we failed to see because the situations and events and status we have lead us to think otherwise. I am one of the supporter of Gaza.

-About the Gazawritesback Wattpad movement- cover by @salmasey

[ Winner of Competitive Journeys held by Spiritual_Universe ] Junaid was not interested in proceeding on with life, not until he saw the girl dressed in a black abaya. Standing by a food truck, cooing to a kid, she seemed to be the epitome of perfection. She was all what he wanted, everything he thought he would never need. It would have been easy for him walking over to her and striking a conversation had they led a normal life. The fact remained that they were anything but normal. They lived in the refugee camp at Palestine! Living a life of restriction in their own land, will they ever find peace? What about love? Will it make its way into their lives? Read on to find out =) ________________________________________

A poem about Palestine. Never forget the Ummah in your prayers!

Yesterday, 15th March, marked the 3rd year of the Syrian revolution. We've all read the news, seen the statistics, but it's robbed us of the human factor. Those are innocent people, children and families that are torn apart, destroyed and wrecked. We need to open up our eyes to reality. Honestly, if you even caught a glimpse of what's really going on, you wouldn't sit tight. Not meant to be offensive; this is me doing my part in raising awareness. And do your part; prayers and whatever you can give. Its not only Syria, its Gaza and West Bank and Waziristan and so many more places. Spread the word. Stand up. For humanity {Do not have to be Arab or Muslim or Middle-Eastern to read this. For all} A short story- collection, on something that's very close to my heart. [Spiritual #512]

a collection of anthologies written in times of grief, boredom or need for attention. © ray ling [jupitired] all rights reserved

a collection of my poems, written mostly in free verse.

Assalamu Alaikum my dear sisters! Welcome to this mini-guide for muslimahs where you'll find: reminders, quotes, fun facts, anasheed, qur'an recitations, iman boosters, halal jokes and dua'a. The main goal here is to enjoy ourselves while learning more about the beauty of Islam Insha'Allah. Beautiful cover by @misshijabi3 ONE Strong Ummah has reached #232 in Spiritual on May 8 and #198 on May 11, 2016! الحمد لله:)

This is simply the WhatsApp exchange between two girls, living in two different countries, talking about the situation in Palestine. All rights reserved, 2016

{A WATTPAD FEATURED STORY} Saleena is a world famous singer, hating the glitter and the gold but remaining number one in the charts in sheer desperation. She will do anything to protect her dark secrets from the public eye, crying every night at the monsters she sees in her sleep. Becky is torn between her mother's commands and her own curiosity. Her naked body is flaunted in every corner but she dreams of a purity she'll never attain. Hidden in the darkness one night, she finally gives into her own beliefs for a change. Layla is a teenage warrior; battling the evil lurking in her blood. Downing pain relief, she goes about her day-to-day life with as little complaints as possible, counting every second as victory. She's terrified for her end but has all the faith in the world for what she can't see. Asiya is a single mother, slaving through three part time jobs after being thrown out by her abusive husband for her sexuality. Bills pile up and rent is due but nothing can drown out the satisfaction of hearing her little girl laugh for the very first time. These four girls have absolutely nothing in common. But a chance meeting, some red velvet cupcakes and a prayer binds them together forever.

A collection of stories right from my heart. I may not have experienced all of them, but I have lived them in my mind for a long time before writing them down.

Mashal Naeem thought she knew exactly who she was until she was rescued by her neighbour, flown on a private plane and driven on a talking car, kidnapped by terrorists and learned to fight. All because of being the daughter of Naeem Ansar, the founder of Alnihayya. Where freedom is precious than blood.

Let me speak for all of the people in the Middle East who want their voices to be heard. Let me tell you just how hard is. Let me shape how life threatening it can become. Let me explain to you what the media doesn't want you to know. Let me show you the Middle East from another perspective...my perspective. This is a collection of poems about the Arab Spring, the conflicts being faced there, the present-day civil war, and how misunderstood Muslims and Arabs are. ------ Story cover courtesy of @XCrocusX. Thank you. ----- #322 in Poetry and #41 in Crime. Thank you so much. I sincerely appreciate it.

This very short poem is written for those who have lost and suffered through their lives and is just a reminder that their are people out there fighting til the very end in the holy grounds of Palestine as well as the many other Arab countries accompanying this horrific crisis. And remember Allah tests the ones whom he loves the most with the most severe of events. I think these sacrifices they direct to Allah alone deserve much more luxury than all of ours combined.

"It's tested, We are tried, But our friendship Never dies." ****************** "It's not bleeding Or colouring black Just living, With cracks." ******************** All Rights Reserved. No one's allowed to copy, delete, corrupt my work. Cover by: @LovemeLovemenotAG