Hijab Stories

She was a nobody. Born into poverty, raised in hardship, and forgotten by the world. Her mother died when she was just a child, leaving her in the cruel hands of a stepmother who saw her as nothing more than a burden. Beaten down, mistreated, and silenced by pain, she endured every cruelty with quiet strength. Calm. Religious. Kind. Even in her suffering, she refused to complain. She refused to break. She never cared that she was poor, because she had already accepted her fate. Or so she thought... Her father was nothing more than a drunkard, a man who drowned every ounce of responsibility at the bottom of a bottle. To him, she wasn't a daughter, she was nothing. No love, no protection, no care. All he ever wanted from her was money, and he didn't care how she got it, as long as she brought it home. Until one night, fate collided with her life in the most brutal way, an accident that should have ended everything, but instead began a story she never imagined. A contract. A marriage. To a stranger. He had never seen her face, hidden always behind the veil of her niqab. Every glance, every movement was a mystery. He was someone she had never seen before, someone who lived in a world far beyond her reach. Bound to him by law, trapped by circumstances, she suddenly found herself standing at the edge of a life she neither asked for nor desired. But when two broken souls are forced under the same roof, secrets unravel, hearts clash, and a dangerous question rises, Can love grow in a marriage built on nothing but fate's cruel accident? He was her mistake ......but maybe her destiny🤍

[UNDER EDITING ] #1 Series of ATATURK family ♦ ★★★ She signed , folding her hands around her waist " why are you chasing me all the time , what do you want from me " she almost shouted He stared into her eyes and leaned to her level , yeah she was too short in front of him "Marry me " ,his voice echoed in the corridor She got startled by sudden proposal but managed herself And took out a card from her pocket and said " this is my friends psycologists card , she will surely help you ...... You should visit her " with a concerned tone , he glared at her but she ignored it royally ,and walked away . . . A story about a turkish man , who is forcing a hijabi girl for a contract marriage becoz of his dad . . . ASLAN ATATURK a hidden mafia of turkey and the biggest business man , cold hearted person and had a control all over the media and journalists in his hand and blessed with grey siren devil eyes which can make everyone scare ..and after contracted marriage he is scared to fall in love with her . . INAYA KHAN a famous surgeon from India ARRIVED IN Turkey for surgeries but got stuck with him ... She is a introvert and sometimes savage but she knows how to handle typical men and is blessed with the most beautiful black eyes and after contract marriage she is forbidden to fall in love with him .. . Tropes:✨ * Contract marriage * Coldxsavage * Suspense * Misunderstanding * Billionoire romance * Chotic duo * His mission * Separation * Happy ending .. . * Please kindly ignore my grammatical mistakes * English is not my first language * You can give a chance to this story let's join this adventurous story of ASLAN ATATURK and INAYA KHAN . . non muslims are invited 🎉 . . .___________________________________________ please vote , comment ~ ruby

"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

ALEX The name is enough to shiver down anyone. He is the defination of cruelty and known for his torture. The king of Mafia. He is cold, cruel, dominant and a ruthless monster. Even though everyone know about him but no one ever saw his face or know how he looks. She is cold stern and fearless woman working in a hospital as a general surgeon. She is the defination of pious and religious. He never thought she would come and change his life like a complete rollercoaster, never in his wildest dreams he thought he could do such things. Even though there were many similarities between them but they are complete opposite poles. They never thought two different worlds can ever meet to make it one in the most beauteous way. Tropes; Strong FL X Strong ML. Mafia X Doctor. He fell first and harder. Forced marriage. This is a journey to the straight path which he never knew ever existed.

"Aaiza's life takes an unexpected turn when her new anatomy professor, Dr. Rehan Ahmed, turns out to be the same man who hit her with his car just days ago. She couldn't bear a sight of Dr. Ahmed? But her life takes an unexpected turn when she is arranged to marry him, Dr. Rehan Ahmed. Will her hate always remain the same even when she is married to this man??? Will she ever find her true happiness with him? Will he fall in love with her?

Three months?! To work?! Forced by her father. Forced by his parents. To her, he was an absolute jerk. To him, she was a typical spoilt brat. But in three months everything changes. She fell for the jerk and he fell for the typical spoilt brat.

Arya I thought he wouldn't find me again. Arranging my marriage was one things but when he goes after the ones I truly love then I mean war. Zach I thought love was a scam after all the girls I've been. Until I met a girl with a fiery sense. Now I've lost all common sense and all I really want is this girl and that is why we made a deal. Protection in exchange for marriage.

Synopsis They were separated by many barriers, unlikely to cross roads again but these barriers were destined to be broken. Their journey was prone to danger and he wanted her out of it even if it meant sacrificing his feelings but she was adamant on braving everything with him. A bond that would change them for the better got stronger but how long can you endure pain? "I don't have many goals in this life but finding you is one of them," "If letting you go means protecting you, then I would leave even if your love will kill me,"

Izel Presence: -𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐋𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞- ╰┈➤ ❝ [ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ʙᴏᴜɴᴅꜱ] ❞ •A Bond that cannot be broken: The Path To Eternal and Unbreakable Union• ──˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆ 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 ˹𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐦˺. "𝘕𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘈𝘻 𝘏𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘵" who has lived long enough in this world, finds herself enveloped in devastation, realizing her purpose in this world through Allah's grace. But little does she know that a shocking revelation awaits her, unraveling a web of secrets and lies, leading her on a path of self-discovery and transformation, will she ever overcome her challenging tests? Will her faith in her creator remain steadfast throughout her hardships, and will her heart open up to the love of God? And what if she believes he is her Salvatore, only to find that "Z𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭 𝘙𝘪𝘢𝘻 𝘒𝘩𝘢𝘯" brings not salvation, but something far more complex? Will their love story unravel into chaos or will they find redemption together?" ❝𝙈𝙖𝙮 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙅𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖𝙝, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙚 𝙗𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚.❞ ────── ©izelverse Genre: general fiction Started on: 14|06|2025

"𝑨𝒌𝒔"... 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒖𝒙𝒖𝒓𝒚-𝒁𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒌, 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒔, 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒚. 𝒀𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈... 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕?? 𝑹𝒂𝒚𝒚𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈... 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒔, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆? 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏. "𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐪 𝐤𝐚 𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐭𝐮 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐛 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢" (𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞; 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞.) ⚘ ⚘ ⚘ 𝑨 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒒....

"And they plot and plan, and ALLAH plans and ALLAH is the best of planners" (Al-Quran) "Can you tell me to whom this diary belongs?" The person gave me a bored look and I took a long breath to ease the ache in my lungs. I don't think I've ever ran this much in my life. I gave him a pleading look. "Please?! It's really important!". The person looked at me with a face void of any emotions. "Please!!" I don't think I've ever used this word for anyone except my family. I just ordered and it happened. But it didn't seem to be happening right now. I took a last glance at the person giving him a desperate look, then ran to other people. One clue, Just one!! Alteast a little hint!! I kneeled down on the road, not caring about anything and pleaded to Allah Almighty, keeping the diary close to me as it's the most precious thing in the world, the beads present in its cover poking my chest, "Please Allah! I'm sorry for all the sins I've ever done in my life. Surely, You're the most merciful. Please, find me a way to her. Let me meet her. Oh, Allah! Only You know if I don't go to her, what will happen. Please help me." I looked at the diary, its beads shining in the sunlight, and still keeping it close to my chest, I sat at the pavement looking defeated but I won't lose hope. I would not lose hope!! Then I heard heavy footsteps and then someone placed a hand on my shoulder and I turned only to feel like all the trucks of the world attacked me at once. It can't happen. No, no please no!! NOO!!! ____ It's a tale of motivation, Faith, Iman, Tawaqqul, Taqwa, mystery, twists and true love It's a tale of a diary "It all started with a Hijabi's diary! Now none of us knows how it's going to end" #1 in guiding #6 in Quran #1 in Taqwa #47 in mysteryromance #69 in Islam

"Fayaz uncle!" Fayaz looked up from his conversation with Zaid and grinned broadly. "There's my little friend!" He opened his arms, and Safwan ran into them, giggling as Fayaz lifted him up and spun him around. "How's my favorite buddy doing today?" "I'm good," Safwan replied, settling into Fayaz's lap. His tone shifted to a more serious one. "But Anu Khala (aunty) is crying." Fayaz's smile faded instantly. He had seen it just few minutes before, the sorrow in her eyes, the way she broke down. But he had no clue what had happened. He exchanged a quick glance with Zaid before turning his attention back to Safwan. "Why is Anu Khala crying, buddy? Did something happen?" Safwan nodded solemnly. "She's sad. Mama said she's going through a tough time. Can you make her happy, Fayaz uncle?" The question was innocent. A plea from a young boy to his favorite uncle, hoping for some magic. To make things right for his beloved khala. Fayaz's heart ached at the sincerity in Safwan's eyes. He couldn't say no, nor could he explain how complicated things were. To cheer the little child, Fayaz ruffled the boy's hair gently, trying to muster a reassuring smile. "I'll try." It was a simple request from a child. The one Fayaz didn't even take seriously. He didn't believe it was possible, nor did he think it was his place to make Safwan's khala happy. But life has a way of unfolding in unexpected ways. The day wasn't far off when the walls of his heart would start to crumble, when the fortress he had built around his emotions would begin to fall, brick by brick. The day when spring would again enter his garden. But was it possible for Anaya? Could a shattered person truly start from the end?

[This book is a spin-off to "Living Royalty"] She had grown up planning her life. But does life always go according to the way you plan it? Aliyah Hamid, one of the daughters of Zakir Hamid, belonged to the family which was considered the royalty of the town, so Aliyah grew up as nothing less than a princess. An ambitious young Muslimah, Aliyah was used to getting things done the way she wanted them as long as they were within fold of Islam and halaal. When she decides to leave her country to study, she has everything planned out. But when she meets Farshad Abdul Swamad, everything seems to change somehow. And that's when Aliyah realises that things don't always go the way we plan, because the Qur'an states: "And they plan, and Allah plans, and Allah is the best of Planners" [Qur'an 8:30] So what happens to Aliyah's orderly and pre-organised life? Read "LOVING A PRINCESS" to find out... [A COMPLETED STORY] ------------------------------- This book can be read as a stand-alone. You don't necessarily have to have read Living Royalty. This is my second book and I want everyone to give it a chance.

He married her out of pity. She married him to please her parents. Will they ever grow to love each other-or is this just another story that ends in separation?

DOES ISLAM SNATCH THE RIGHTS OF WOMEN? In this book, all the accusations concerning the woman are answered in detail.

"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single woman in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a husband." Wait, that's not quite right. Malak, for one thing, does not have a good fortune, at least not the finanial kind. Still, she always felt like she had it all, though some would argue that point, especially distant relatives. But she just made tenure, upgraded to Yamaha bike with that bonus check, and most importantly, the adoption process has been finalized and she was the proud mother of the 15 year old Noor, after fostering for five years. But most people back home, all they can see is a established but single Muslim woman in her 30s in desperate need of a man, who doesn't put enough effort to get married, and selfishly chose to have a child on her own. Over the years, she's avoided potential blind dates like cooked meat on Eid morning, but deep down, she wasn't sure she could get past her belief that love and marriage weren't in her 'qadar' file. Still, nothing is ever as it seems, and when it comes to love, Malak knows better than most, that it is best not to be blind.

"17 years of prejudice, Blaise. 17. First against my skin, then against my hijab, and now my blood. I'm so sick of being told I don't belong. So, so tired of spending so long sacrificing my dignity for someone else's convenience. This is my home, I will fight for it, and I will win it back."

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜? . ☟ . 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠? . ☟ . 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛? . ☟ . 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜? . ☟ . 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎?... ─────────ೋღ 🌺 ღೋ───────── 𝕀 𝔻𝕆ℕ'𝕋 𝕆𝕎ℕ 𝔻𝔼𝕄𝕆ℕ 𝕊𝕃𝔸𝕐𝔼ℝ ℕ𝕆ℝ 𝕋ℍ𝔼 ℙ𝕃𝕆𝕋. 𝕋ℍ𝔼 ℂ𝕆𝕍𝔼ℝ 𝕀𝕊 𝕄𝔸𝔻𝔼 𝔸ℕ𝔻 𝕆𝕎ℕ𝔼𝔻 𝔹𝕐 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝔼𝔻𝕀𝕋𝕆ℝ 𝔸ℕ𝔻 𝕄𝕐 𝔽ℝ𝕀𝔼ℕ𝔻, KOJINMA . 𝕀 𝔻𝕆ℕ'𝕋 𝕆𝕎ℕ 𝔸ℕ𝕐 𝕆𝔽 𝕋ℍ𝔼 ℙℍ𝕆𝕋𝕆𝕊 𝕀ℕ 𝕋ℍ𝕀𝕊 𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕐. ─────────ೋღ 🌺 ღೋ───────── 𝕋ℍ𝕀𝕊 𝕀𝕊 𝕄𝕐 𝔽𝕀ℝ𝕊𝕋 𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕐, 𝕊𝕆 𝕀 𝔸ℙ𝕆𝕃𝕆𝔾𝕀ℤ𝔼 𝔽𝕆ℝ 𝔸ℕ𝕐 𝕄𝕀𝕊𝕋𝔸𝕂𝔼𝕊!! ℙ𝕃𝔼𝔸𝕊𝔼 ℝ𝔼𝔸𝔻 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕋𝔸𝔾𝕊!!! 𝕀 ℍ𝕆ℙ𝔼 𝕐𝕆𝕌 ℍ𝔸𝕍𝔼 𝔽𝕌ℕ ℝ𝔼𝔸𝔻𝕀ℕ𝔾 ❦❦❦

When a highly devoted christian girl moves to Forks, Washington.