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just me ranting about shit no one wants to listen to. like: trump [what the fuck is he doing?!] sexist people [why do you exist?!] homophobic people [why are you breathing?!] bad writing [i know you're human but come on!] life [why do you hate me so much?!] the list can go on but i think you get the point. authors note: by the way, i'm writing this in lowercase on purpose, I like the aesthetic-ness to it.

in which I zayn alot

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❝Assallam alay-❞ Holy chicken. Hottie alert. Does my veil look sexy? The holy month of Ramadan; a month where Muslims are required to fast, abstain from sins, and connect spiritually with Allah. It's also the month where Paulina Suarez--the practicing, straightforward, biracial Muslimah--tries to avoid acting on her feelings for the goofy baker boy who has been assigned to make food for her break of fast for the next 30 days. 30 days. She just has to endure his heartwarming smiles, sense of humor, and amazing talent in the art of making samosas for 30 days without jumping his bones. ...And without killing that co-worker of his that's just trying to get to him before Ramadan is up. Yep...no pressure at all. *** a/n: so much fluff... you'd probably suffocate. THIS IS AN OLD DRAFT. Featured Under Editors' Picks, April 2021. WINNER OF THE LEBOOK AWARDS (BEST CHICKLIT/HUMOR) 2016 cool cover by Mistalee_

In the hearts of dreamers, lament will always linger. Sadness can bloom into the brightest, lambent shades, like the rain giving way to the phantom of a rainbow, like the promise of hope. But sorrow may also wind down a darker, colder path. Our hearts struggle to find our way back, but our footprints have faded into the snow. Tales: [1] snow bees [2] moonlight orange [3] don't find me [4] her glass castle

In this book I will be providing people with advice about dealing with life. The world is hopeless Humans are merciless Animals are helpless , So Heroes be fearless To create your world of craziness! 🐾 By: me 💙💜💙 Now if any one needs help shoot me a pm and your identity will be Anonymous unless you want otherwise.

"Well, my mother is Muslim and my dad was Catholic." "But what do you believe?" Death asked. "I believe that I'm dead and talking to the bloody grim reaper. And despite the fact that I'm the one wearing the hijab, I'm showing more skin than you are." "Haha," Death mocked and waved around a skeletal hand. "Funny. Really, it's great you have a sense of humor. You'll need it where we're going." "Where is that?" "Come on. We're taking a ride." "You didn't answer the question." (()) A tale about a dead girl and a walking, talking skeleton. «Not meant to be spiritual or demonstrating perfect Islam. Just involving a Muslim character» «Meant to advertise acceptance and love for all»

※The East Girl - Part One※ "Screw humanity. Screw them who said that they would help me. It was all a lie. No one helped me when I was literally begging myself with my eyes for them to help me when they were grabbing me like I was some kind of trash. Like they didn't know that I was human. Guess what, they were the ones who weren't humans if they let it happened. Ignorant was a foolest beach." I don't know that me being moved to New York can give me much more than I expected. Bad or good, you choose. Is it because I wear a scarf around my head? I'm not saying that I don't know any of the grudges they have at me. I am wearing a scarf around my head, wearing a long dress that cover my whole body. What do you expect? So, I'm fully aware of it. But, I'm definitely not aware of how harsh it can be, how low it can crush my self-esteem as well as my self-confidence and how bitter it will taste in my heart. Fortunately, by moving to New York I also find my knight in shining bomber. That's how he start to show his affection for Loving The East Girl. #252 in Short Story on Monday, 2 Oct, '17. #305 in Short Story on Tuesday, 3 Oct, '17. Cover credit goes to my lovely friend @ndhirsm

𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚠.

She whirls around like a breath of fresh air Spreading smiles to all those around! She is witty and also commanding - a combo That's very rare to be found. She has a sunny temperament And sports a smile all day long. She trudges on in life with extreme effort And the belief that she is quite strong. People look at her smile and see a common girl. They overlook the desolateness in her eyes. While each day she wars a battle within And comforts herself by weaving a web of lies. There is always an endless abyss inside her, A hollowness which claws her heart out. She yearns for a companion to lean on, Someone to support her in times of drought! Sadly, life has absolutely naught to offer So she wipes her tears and gulps her sorrows away. She gets up, dusts her back, prepares herself To solely face another day. You couldn't bully reality And it would most definitely not comply. It's upto you to understand that there is more to things Than what just meets your eye! Be careful not to get carried away By the fake smile she most often wears. In reality, the sunny glow of her smile Only reflects the depth of her inner scars! __________________________ Follow the journey of Ibrahim and Zahra as they forego their inhibitions, insecurities and finally, fall in love! ( Sequel to Shimmering Love but can be read separately. However, it's best that you read SL before you start on this =) ) Cover credits @BlackRedHeart

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[Sequel to The Girl With The Headscarf] [Highest ranking yet: #9 in Spiritual] » she came undone and it was a beautiful tragedy «

Peter decides to drop by Aliya's apartment after a week of no contact. (Short story)

A book of poems, which all cover a range of topics. Hope you like them <3

I just want to explain so... I really want to yk start writing tho I have never really finished it and it was always on my notes uncompleted so I can share them and you guys can tell me after reading it if you want me to continue also I am doing this Because I am bored but I am not active whatsoever but I will leave a account you can ask me anything you want- that's all for now please tell me what to do I might change the whole stories because they are kind of cringe so yea anyways of you do read this please tell me what to do :) thanks You can ask me anything you want On:- Instagram at:-uh_idontknowuh Lol don't come at me but you can talk to me about anything! At last #free Palestine

MLM❤️ MUSLIM LIVES MATTER Here is in insight to what is happening to Muslims in China..

✿SS| 129 In which Café Losta witnesses an undeniably tragic yet beautiful love story. ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ❝I'm a mess.❞ ❝Be my mess.❞ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ [ Started on 230217] Copyrights ⓒ QueenAye_ All rights reserved.

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