Maryam Stories

-- 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.]** ---

"Kabhi kabhi zindagi humein aise mod par laa khada karti hai, jahan ek pal kisi ajnabi ka... poori zindagi mein ghul jaata hai." (Sometimes, life brings us to a crossroads... where a single moment with a stranger becomes entwined with our entire existence.) He was just eight years old, a boy from Lahore with the world at his feet. She was six or seven, visiting Pakistan from Germany for the first time-curious eyes, a shy smile, her braids swinging as she ran across the lawns of Minar-e-Pakistan. They met by accident. But those two hours they spent laughing, playing, forgetting the world- -were enough for Salar Sikandar to remember her forever. He never saw her again. All he had was a faded Polaroid photo, taken just before she left. Twelve years passed. Twelve years of searching, hoping, praying. And then, finally-he found her. In a quiet Bavarian town, in a small apartment building where the scent of fresh bread floated from the bakery where she worked, where her name was still the same: Maryam. She wore a hijab now. Her eyes were the same-still kind, still faraway. She didn't remember him. But he had never forgotten her. So he moved into the apartment next door. Not to force his way into her life. Just to be close. Just in case... Kabhi jo nazar milay... This is not just a love story. It's a story of destiny, silence, longing, and fate. The kind of love that doesn't need words. The kind of love that waits. Started: 02.07.2025 ⚠️I don't own the picture in the book cover I got it from Pinterest and I just edited it.

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.

Fluff and maybe some smut later on. / Requests open I guess. / some will be short, some will be long. |X-Readers can be requested too if wanted.|

Some secrets are buried deep - beneath stones, beneath time, beneath faith. Maryam Dayana has always felt the weight of her family's legacy, but nothing prepared her for the truth hidden beneath the village's ancient stone. When she uncovers a secret scroll, a mysterious photograph, and an heirloom silver ring, Maryam's life changes forever. Guided by spiritual guardians and alongside Adam - her steadfast protector and companion - she must unlock the power of a forgotten legacy before dark forces close in. Between whispered prayers, hidden keris, and the shadows that haunt her village, Maryam learns that courage, faith, and love are the only weapons strong enough to face what's coming. Will the whispers of the crescent lead her to salvation or to ruin?

Single truth, we don't get to choose. I mean they say we do but we don't. big time! Everything they say is for the good of us just simply isn't. This isn't for us. this is for them and the cycle that controls them mentally and physically. Mentally by their fear of losing their little false happy lives and physically well some of them know how to use a sord. I'm sorry I'm confusing you. Let's start from the beginning. I'm Marsha, Marsha Silver. I've been told what to do and how to feel for my entire life by people who are too afraid to come out of their perfect bubbles! Finally I got to the point that I couldn't take it anymore so I did the thing I never thought I would. I followed my heart and I didn't care how many fake bubbles I had to burst and how many people with rage would come after me. Because all I knew was that I couldn't breathe in those bubbles anymore not when my heart beat like this.

Scenarios of almost all ur Favorite Homestuck Characters >:3 Nyeh

In a world 🌍 far from ours, they are heroes keeping an eye on us... balancing the scale of good and evil and keeping the world morally shaped

Natasha and Leah are BFFs. Leah goes to Paris while Natasha makes them a necklace out of a half-heart. Suddenly they both met a magical garden which belongs to some princesses. They became friends with Natasha and Leah. One Day, the evil snow queen kidnaps Emma ( the elder princess in the palace) for a sacrifice. Will Natasha and Leah be able to save Emma ? Read Friendship is Golden to know what will happen next....

Love? An emotion that surpasses all other emotions. Maybe the king or queen of your heart. But what happens when the ruler turns out to be a traitor? This is the journey of Maryam Mehmood. A story of falling and rising in love.

The magic drawin

Please just check it out I won't make promises of happy ending or anything I just believe you will like it ILMR❤