Muslim Stories

Inaya Hussein is a happy go to 20-year-old studying medicine wanting to make her parents proud. Religion plays a huge part in her life. Her two best friends love her as much as she loves them - even though she has to keep them sane most of the time! Daniel Malik is the same age and studying medicine too. However his priorities? He doesn't have one. His life has only been bad and expects it to continue like that too. Religion isn't something that he has or desires to have either. So what happens when you throw polar opposites at each other? Would it cause change and lead to happiness or would chaos occur?

Zayden Khan - 28, the powerful and ever-controlled heir of Khan Villa. A man of few words, built on rules, responsibility, and restraint. The perfect son, the respected CEO - but behind those calm eyes hides a storm he never lets out. Especially when it comes to her. Arshiya Shaik - 18, the innocent heartbeat of Shaik Villa. A soft-spoken, chocolate-loving girl who still believes in fairytales and wears her dupatta like a crown. Adored by everyone, protected by her brothers - and unknowingly, claimed by one man since childhood. Bound by a nikah no one speaks of, separated by years and silence - yet tied by something deeper than blood. She was his peace... And he, her unspoken possession. Humiya_writez

Is cheating always meant to be physical? What if he emotionally betrays you? But what do you call it when your husband shares his dreams, emotions, victories, and time with another woman... slowly forgets that you even exist? (Short story)

𝒀𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝑯𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒃 𝐀 17 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐬𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐛𝐢 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨, 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐑𝐮𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟.. (𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐲𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐚😉) 𝑹𝒖𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒉 𝐀𝐧 17 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐫... »»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»» 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐮𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞? 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦? ♥

HR: #10 (09/11/2018)#13 (08/22/18) #14 (08/21/2018)(09/08/2018) #18 (03/23/2017) "No!" Zayn shouted. He was pale as if he had seen a ghost. Eyes wide, lips parted, hair disheveled and hands raised towards her. Salma took a step towards the edge. "Stop! Get down!" "Don't come near me," she warned. It was a broad, three-foot ledge but how far could she cross it to escape him? The parking lot was a long way down - a dark abyss. Salma felt movement behind her. She stepped away from the edge and turned her attention on Zayn again, but she was already too slow. He had grabbed a handful of her abaya. Salma tugged at it to set it free. "Get down!" Zayn demanded, his voice frantic. "Let me go!" "Just get down!" "No, you --" "JUST GET THE FU--" "-- back off first!" "--DOWN FROM THE LEDGE!" Salma's left heel dipped. She had not realized she had been backing away as she argued with him. Startled by the sudden vacuum, her upper body reacted by jerking forward. Her arms flailed as she lost her balance. Her heart jumped to mouth. She was going to fall to her death. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Passed down the family, the weight of a centuries-old trust was placed upon Salma Rahman when she was only two. The little Sthooriy girl from Oochath tribe has now grown up into a smart, passionate, but a very stubborn young lady who lives a happy, though sheltered life. Having picked an unexpected interest in bees, she has her eyes set on becoming an entomologist. Everything seems to work out, until an accident befalls her on her way to a camping trip, and her only companion in the desolate wild, Zayn Harris, strikes her like a bolt from blue. Old conspiracies resurface, new enemies are made. She's attacked left, right and center, and in the middle of it all, he insists on taking her on a ride to get lost.

Zaigham Khan lives by order. CEO of Khan Enterprises. 29 years old. Cold, measured, and dangerously disciplined. His world runs on rules, strict timelines, sharper silences, and the firm belief that emotions are distractions. Zoya Khan is chaos wrapped in sunshine.22 years old. Loud, carefree, and charming. She laughs too easily, talks without filters, and lives like life's a moving swing. But what happens when destiny knots two mismatched hearts into a bond neither saw coming? Tropes: Age Gap Forced Marriage Cousin Marriage (Cultural Context) Slow Burn Grumpy x Sunshine Opposites Attract

Majida sharafuddeen ,the only daughter to a multi-billion company owner falls in love with her poor senior and marry him against her parents will only to find him being a drug addict psychopath , selling drugs and killing people to keep his secrets . What will she do knowing his secrets ??how will she confront him?How will she run away from him??will she continue the knot with him??Will she ever trust anyone again?? Read the book to know more about the terrible life story of majida sharafuddeen . Copyright : All rights reserved 2025© @sifanabash492 This book is published under the condition that it shall not be reproduced or retransmitted without authorisation . #happy reading:-)

Tracing her bangles up, he let the silence speak for itself for a while and then muttered, "Aapko choodiyan pasand hai?" He asked, pulling her body closer by her wrist, and now she stood almost between his legs. She was blushing, looking nervous and uneasy but he paid it no mind. "Ji, pasand hai." He hummed, nodding. "Agar mujhse ye toot gayi toh aapko acha nahi lagega na?" He murmured, lifting his other hand, puffing out another air of smoke. Feedback: @khwaabi I can't wait for the story to end so I can read it all together and keep re reading it @softsinz Found this book randomly and istg I'm so happy I gave this book a chance LOVE THE CHARACTERS & STORY. @Roohzieee Your story is beautifully framed and written. The plot, the way you express even the tiniest details, the characterers. Everything is wonderfully articulated. I just love your writing style.

Marriage Series: Book 1 She sat on the edge of the bed alone in her room, the heavy red bridal dress weighing more than her shoulders. Her hands adorned with mehendi designs, trembled slightly anxious echoing in her heart She looked down at her mehendi stained hands again.The dark color glowed against her skin,people say the darker the stain, the deeper t..he love of the one you marry. Suddenly she got a call from someone,she quickly received it and about to say something just then she heared a cold voice on the another side of the call. "Hello" Someone said. She held her breath her heart fluttered for a moment. "Hello!?"Someone spoke again. Airah somehow manages to speak in a low sweet voice "Hello" Someone did not speak for sometime nor she tried to there was a utter silence between them. "Mai Haroon baat kar rha hoon"Someone finally spoke. Someone? Haroon. ______________________________ "Shut the F*ck up She was a shameless women who ran away with someone,we don't even know if you are Bade Papa child or not!!" Airah slapped him hard on his face tears rolled from his cheeks,He looked at her with deadly eyes. "How dare you say something like that!"She said to him with tearful eyes. Suddenly he hit his both hands on the wall in anger,she flinched in fear tears kept streaming down from her cheeks, suddenly he pull her harshly by waist she got bumped by his hard rock chest and hissed in pain. He harshly attached his lips to her and started kissing her roughly she cried in pain and tried to push him,but he tighten his grip on her waist and kissed her like an animal,It wasn't love the kiss was filled with hatred and despise. _______________ Haroon took slow steps towards her,it was not the first time he was going to look at her but whenever he look at her she get nervous. He looked at her and everything thing stopped there for him.... HE LOOKED AT HER. LOOKED AT HER.. LOOKED AT HER.. FORGOT TO BLINK.... Welcome to the journey of Airah♡Haroon!!!

❝Dupatta apne sar par karo,❞ he said in a low voice. Umul blinked. She frowned and looked up at him. ❝Kya?❞. ❝I said, dupatta apne sar par lo,❞ he repeated, this time with a little more stern edge to his tone. She looked at him, stunned... Who the hell does he think he is? ❁❁❁ She is 22... quiet, overlooked, and misunderstood by her own family. She lives as an invisible person. But a series of events slowly begins to pull her closer to her faith, to her Lord. He is 29... hardened by the world that has shown him some of its darkest sides. Pain and loss have turned his heart to stone. When they are forced into marriage, neither of them wants, will they find solace in each other, heal each other... or will their pasts tear them apart? ⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕ Trigger Warnings: This story contains themes that may be distressing to some readers, including suicidal thoughts, Implied/referenced suicide, graphic violence, vulgar language, and other mature content. Copyright ©2025 by Batool

❝ You are a Lair, Professor! ❞ I said as I slapped him across the face. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to him. ❝ No student of mine may disrespect me like that and get away with it ❞ He said with a force that would have made any person in the world tremble. But not me. I gazed into his green eyes. ❝ But I am not anyone, Am I? ❞ ___________________ When Wahaj, a practising Muslim, received an acceptance letter two years ago from a prestigious college, she never thought she would marry her cold professor who doesn't even look at her direction twice. Still, she did, and the secrets are unfolding. Ibrahim Yilmaz is a cold-hearted genius who became a professor at the age of 24, and he only cares about his career, but everything changes when Wahaj comes into view.

She always felt like an outsider in this house. It was like she was a guest who had stayed too long. Her cousin's cold stares, Chachi's sharp words, and the hidden insults reminded her daily that she wasn't welcome. She was quiet, gentle, and really close to her faith, but being so reserved made her an easy target. Even though she seemed soft, there was a strength inside her that no one could see. Her brown eyes showed a mix of hope and sadness, and her love for Feras was something she kept hidden, even though she wasn't sure he could ever feel the same. Feras was different. He didn't talk much and had a strong sense of right and wrong. Tall with piercing eyes, he had this calm but serious presence. He didn't show much emotion, keeping everything locked inside, yet he somehow looked out for Anam. He wasn't mean, but he wasn't warm either. He was a mystery she couldn't figure out. But fate had its own plans. The lies buried deep in their family were going to come to light, and Anam would find herself at the center of it all. It would force Feras to make a choice: save her... or destroy her. Start date: 19 November 2024 Finish date: 18 December 2024 This is my first ever book. Please ignore all the grammar mistakes as English isn't my first language, and give this story a try. I promise it's worth your time, and who knows? You might even enjoy it more than you expect! 😉

Jab ya do apas ma takrenga tuo kya hoga ?? Ek jawla mukhi hai tuo dusra bawndar Ek asman hai tuo dusra jameen ..... Kya Nandini Mirza Or NAWAB Manik sheikh Ek ho payenga??

Love has no reasons Love have no season When you love someone, all you wish to spend time with them, wishes to a day to become long. '' Kya hoga agar mere lab tere lab se lag gaye Naraz kyu ho rhi ho tum badla he le lo

She had stayed unmarried a little longer than her family's liking but she was never going to settle. She was ready to wait, until she met the one she felt was the right one for her. In a traditional family that only married off their children to what they were used to, she dared to be different. She dared to break her family's tradition by hanging on to one similar thing between him and her, ISLAM. He was nothing like her, except that he was just as practicing as she was. She had never been a football fan, but when the footballer comes into her life, she is exposed to a very different life, nothing like what she had imagined her life to be like. Read the journey of Aqsa and Youssef to find out how it goes down!!! TRIGGER WARNING: Story may contain racism and Domestic Violence #2 on #athlete on 9th June 2020 #3 on #Islamiclovestory on 12th June 2020 #1 on #premierleague on 18th July 2020 #2 on #halal on 14th September 2020 #2 on #islam on 25th September 2020

"I will never marry you." I said in a low voice filled with venom. He moved close. His hands moved to my waist. His hold was firm. His face was so close that his nose touched mine. I shut my eyes tightly. "Stop being so difficult for once, Aanya." He whispered. "Let go of me, Hussein." I said and pushed him with all my might. Hussein didn't expect this from. He stumbled back but quickly balanced himself. I quickly moved away from him and was about go out when Hussein grabbed my elbow and roughly pulled me back. He pinned me to the wall and placed his lips on mine. He started to kiss me roughly. But this time I didn't give in. I didn't kiss him back. #12 in romance [7/5/2018] #11 in romance [9/5/2018] #8 in romance [10/5/2018] #10 in romance[12/5/2018]

"I know all these cheap tricks you miscreants pull in the name of your disgusting jealousy. I wonder which motivational post you read that made you think you actually have a right to claim me as yours" he laughed, bitterly before looking into my eyes again "Aya, I never loved you, I don't love you, and I will never ever love you, so just rest for goodness sake, this is so embarrassing" With great difficulty, I swallowed the lump in my throat and mustered the strength to strike back "hafeez kenan! I wish I cared, I really do wish I cared about...everything! I'm glad to know that you don't either, but let me just warn you, you are in bondage, better free yourself before it's too late" with that, I walked out, slamming the heavy wooden door behind me as a lone tear escaped from my eye. Meet Aya Muhammad Yusi, a fulani bombshell who gives beauty a new meaning. Being a public figure and famous media personality changed nothing about her being a calm and collected modest young woman who put happiness and peace of mind above anything else. But, when things took a drastic U-turn in her love life, Aya was forced to marry AbdulHafeez Ahmad Talba, an arrogant, almost always grumpy stud approaching billionairehood. Being polar opposite, the twists and turns don't seem to have an end. do you think they will finally find their express way? Or forever remain stuck in that one pothole? Read to find out ❤️

Two souls who once adored each other before they even learned the meaning of adoration Now strangers shaped by a rivalry neither asked for. But destiny never forgets what the heart once knew. When she returns home after four years abroad... when he crosses her path without recognising what fate is trying to whisper... when their mothers' buried memories begin to surface... The bracelets will find meaning. The past will find voice. And a love written long before memory will rise again. Because some stories don't begin when two people meet. Some begin when two hearts remember.

Assalamu alaykum wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuhu...I do not own these Islamic reminders. Am just sharing those I have come across and I hope it will be beneficial..... this book also includes motivational Quran verses, hadith, and Islamic quotes. if there is anything you think isn't right,please call my attention pls remember me in your prayer ♥ "And remind, for indeed ,the reminder benefits the believers" [ Quran 51:55] When My servants ask you [O Prophet] about Me: I am truly near. I respond to one's prayer when they call upon Me. So let them respond with obedience to Me and believe in Me, perhaps they will be guided to the Right Way.

Cristine Angelina. Gadis Malaysia yang cuma mahu memperbaiki Bahasa Inggeris di aplikasi Yeetalk. Tiada niat lain, tiada harapan besar. Tapi malam itu, pertemuan dalam satu random room telah mengubah segalanya. Bjīon, lelaki Jerman yang peramah. Dan Chen Hao, lelaki Cina dari Guangzhou yang pendiam - hanya membalas dengan emoji, tapi entah kenapa, kehadirannya terasa. Gurauan kecil Cristine malam itu, "I'm looking for a Chinese guy, I don't trust Malaysian men anymore," membuat Bjīon ketawa. Namun gurauan itu jugalah yang mempertemukannya dengan Chen Hao. Dari perbualan ringkas, lahir rasa yang perlahan-lahan tumbuh. Dari emoji yang sunyi, lahir perhatian yang tulus. Cristine membawa luka lama, kepercayaan yang pernah dikhianati. Chen Hao pula datang dari dunia yang berbeza - budaya, agama, dan cara hidup. Namun cinta, dalam bentuk paling sederhana, menyatukan dua hati yang berjauhan ribuan kilometer. Tapi dunia nyata tak semudah mesej dalam telefon. Antara iman dan perasaan, antara rindu dan keyakinan - mereka belajar bahawa cinta tak selalu harus dimiliki, tapi harus dihargai. "I don't know how it happened, but I can't stop thinking about you." - Chen Hao "Maybe... it's not about distance. It's about fate." - Cristine Angelina Cinta mereka mungkin mustahil di mata dunia, tapi di hati mereka - ia nyata