@FarzanaTutul
Assalamualikum. How r u Miss author ?? Got busy lately. U know Ramadan is..... For us girls making iftari and stuffs.......I did read the pts in 'u r mind' but didnt get enough time to comment. So here i am.....
Eid mubarak!!!! ❤️❤️❤️
May Allah's mercy be on u and ur family ameen. May Allah accept ur ibadah ameen..
Love ur stories.
Always keep coming back in surprisingly full of mysterious. Alwats keep smiling.
"Allāh is the Ally of those who believe. He brings them out from darknesses into the light.." Surah Al baqarah.
The words landed soft and sudden, like cool water poured over fevered skin. My breath caught halfway down. I read it again, slower, letting the Arabic move under my tongue without forcing it.
Allah is the Wali. The Ally. The Protector. The One who stays closest when every other ally has vanished.
I thought of my parents—underground, unreachable. I thought of Zaid—in Singapore, still a mysterious variable I had not solved. I thought of the house around me: marble halls, whispered judgments, women who looked at me like I was still learning which fork to use.
And yet here was the verse, opening exactly where my thumb had rested, saying—quietly, without fanfare—that the truest ally had never left the room.
My chest loosened one small degree. Not all the way. Just enough that the next breath came easier, less like pulling air through a pinched straw. The ink stayed steady on the page while my vision blurred, then cleared, blurred again.
Dadajan's note waited below the ayah, written in his careful English, the handwriting of a man who never wasted ink:
The ayah was a compass. It spoke a reality humans often forget; it said: know where your true north is. Allah Himself is the wali, the closest ally, of those who believe. When human walls rise, His light finds the cracks. When every other hand withdraws, His does not. Build everything from there.
Then how could a human ever be lonely?
Then, there was a reference to another verse of the Quran:
"Indeed, ˹it is˺ We ˹Who˺ created humankind and ˹fully˺ know what their souls whisper to them, and We are closer to them than ˹their˺ jugular vein." (Surah Qaf:16)
-You, me and the Quran
"It is your choice." He said it the way someone might announce a weather forecast.
Flat. Final.
Like he was already somewhere else in his mind - already past this conversation, past me.
"Either accept my world as it is." A pause. "Or take khul (divorce)."
I looked up at him. Emerald eyes - cold as deep water.
The kind of cold that doesn't come from temperature, but from depth. My vision blurred at the edges. I blinked hard. Don't you dare. No tears. Ya Allah. Not now. Not in front of him. Not again. But the thing about salt water is, it doesn't wait for permission.
One tear.
Then another.
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Ramadan Mubarak, everyone.
As the blessed month begins in many parts of the world, I wanted to share a story that is very close to my heart.
“You, Me and the Qur’an” is now live.
This is not just a romance.
It’s about faith under pressure.
About dignity in a world that tries to silence you.
About loving someone powerful without losing yourself.
About choosing Allah , even when your heart is breaking.
If you love:
✨ Strong heroines
✨ Cold, powerful male leads
✨ Marriage-of-convenience tension
✨ Emotional slow burn
✨ And faith woven into the story
Then this one is for you.
Ramadan is a month of reflection, resilience, and returning to what anchors us.
For Sauda, that anchor is the Qur’an.
I hope you’ll join her journey.
Read now: You, Me and the Qur’an
Hey.. I love yourwork author.. Where are you from Bangladesh? Is it ok for me to know. I am also from Bangladesh.
@Ruhani_Moon Of course it's okay! Yes, I am from Dhaka and finding a fellow Bangladeshi reader genuinely made me smile so wide.
Ramadan is coming... are you excited?
Did you know that a revolutionary secret could lead to an Emergency Marriage in the heart of Riyadh?
I’m finally sharing a story that has lived in my heart: You, Me and the Quran. This isn't just a romance; it’s a 30-day Ramadan journey where two souls, Sauda and Zaid, are forced into a protective marriage to survive a global threat. ️
The most beautiful part? They are guided by a special Quran featuring 30 specific Quranic verses for 30 of life’s deepest struggles—from paralyzing fear to cultural isolation. ✨ Watch as her biases shatter and her heart finds a "conscious surrender."
Read this if you like:
• High-stakes survival & safehouse raids ️♀️
• Spiritual growth that touches your soul
• Finding ease through the wisdom of the Quran
Question of the Day (QOTD): Which Quranic verse has given you the most peace during a difficult time? ️ Let’s share some inspiration in the comments!
For me that One verse that has given me the most peace during difficult times is from Surah Ash-Sharh (Al-Inshirah), verses 5-6:
Arabic:
فَإِنَّ مَعَ الْعُسْرِ يُسْرًا
إِنَّ مَعَ الْعُسْرِ يُسْرًا
Transliteration:
Fa inna ma'al-'usri yusrā
Inna ma'al-'usri yusrā
Sahih International translation:
"So, surely with hardship comes ease. Surely with [that] hardship comes [more] ease."
This repetition hits deep . Allah doesn't just promise ease once; He emphasizes it twice, assuring us that ease is woven right into the hardship itself. Whenever life feels overwhelming, reciting these words reminds me tawakkul brings relief, in sha Allah. It's been my go-to for fear, uncertainty, and tough days ️
Can't wait for it to drop — it's going to touch so many hearts In sha Allah #RamadanReads #YouMeAndTheQuran #SaudaAndZaid #SpiritualJourney #ComingSoon
@PearlandIvory_ آمين, آمين, آمين This made my heart so full. May Allah accept it from all of us the writing, the reading, the intention behind both. JazakAllahu khayran for this beautiful dua.
The man took a step forward.
“You don’t get a choice.”
From the corner, one of the women let out a bitter laugh.
“The Don’s brother will teach her a lesson she’ll never forget,” she muttered, her voice sharp with resignation. “And the rest of us will remember it too.”
The words hung heavy in the air.
Zaira backed away until the wall touched her shoulders.
Her heart was pounding, but her mouth moved anyway.
“Allah is sufficient for me,” she said. “And He is the best disposer of affairs.”
The words steadied her.
The men didn’t respond.
They reached for her arms.
Zaira twisted, pulling free for half a second.
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To everyone scrolling past this story...
Zaira's defiance against the mafia, her faith as a niqabi, and her fight for dignity deserve love and support. ✨
She's not your typical heroine—she's wrapped in a niqab, armed with nothing but her faith, and refusing to bow to the mafia's cruelty. This is her story. This is her resistance.
If you believe in stories where faith meets fire, where modest Muslim women are the warriors, not the victims—then this one's for you.
Story: The Mafia And The Niqabi
Give it a chance. In sha Allah. You won't regret itRead it. Vote for it. Share it. Let's show Wattpad that niqabi heroines deserve the spotlight too. ✨
ANNOUNCEMENT: Bonus Scenes Available for Qadr Married to my Husband's brother!
Assalamu alaikum, beautiful readers!
So... I've been sitting on a treasure trove of bonus scenes from Qadr that didn't make it into the main story. Some were cut because they disrupted the pacing, others because they revealed too much too soon, and a few... well, they were just too emotionally intense to drop in the middle of the narrative without giving you all whiplash.
But here's the thing,I hate letting good content go to waste.
These scenes include:
✨ Emir bein jealous
Halima being truthful
Ali thinking about his life choices
Halima driving Sarp crazy.. Yes, she is
And much more❤️❤️❤️
How to Get the Bonus Scenes:
If you'd like access to these exclusive PDF bonus scenes, here's what you need to do:
1️⃣ Follow me on Instagram: authorfarzanatutul
2️⃣ Send me a DM saying "Qadr Bonus Scenes" so I know you're coming from Wattpad!
3️⃣ I'll send you the PDF straight to your DMs!
It's that simple!
✨ Announcement ✨
Ya Allah… Qadr (Married to my husband's brother) is going to drive me insane . I sat down for editing today and my brain is already hurting . It feels like it’s going to take me years to finish this editing marathon ️.
Please make lots of duas that I can write, edit, and finally complete this story. Your prayers and support mean everything to me .
I promise I’m pushing through, even when it feels impossible . InshaAllah, will update soon ✨.
Before that a short teaser:
Somewhere across the city, in his penthouse study, Emir Korkmaz sat in darkness.
His phone lay on the desk in front of him, screen dark.
Seventeen missed calls from Sarp.
Nine from Ali.
Three from Aylin.
He'd ignored them all.
Because if he answered, they'd ask him why.
Why he'd backed out.
Why he'd left Halima to face the wolves alone.
And he didn't have an answer.
Not one that made sense.
Not one he could say aloud.
All he knew was that last night, listening to her beg for divorce, listening to her say she'd rather be Kaan's widow than his wife...
Something had broken inside him.
And he didn't know how to fix it.
So he'd run.
Like a coward.
So keep me in your duas, because without them I might just lose my mind .
Thank you for being patient, supportive, and always cheering me on
@zahiriub Thank you so much!! ❤️ That means the world to me! Welcome to the chaos☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆
"How dare you?!" Iffat's voice was a shriek, all pretense of elegance abandoned. "You betrayed me! You lied to me! You pretended you went back to your country, but all this time—all this time you were here, lurking, trying to steal my husband!"
Her words came out in a torrent of venom, spittle flying from her lips as she clawed at Mithila like a woman possessed. This wasn't the poised, graceful woman who graced charity galas and dinner parties. This was someone else entirely—someone desperate, unhinged, dangerous.
"Iffat!" Mazhar's voice thundered as he stepped forward, catching her wrist mid-swing. His grip was iron, his face dark with fury.
But she writhed against him, her designer dress tearing at the shoulder as she fought to break free. "Let me go, Mazhar! This wretched woman—she's here to destroy my home, my life, my children—"
"Stop it." Mazhar's voice was a growl, but Iffat was beyond hearing.
"She's a snake! A lying, manipulative—"
Mazhar finally pushed her aside with enough force to send her stumbling backward. He stepped between them, his broad frame shielding Mithila, his chest heaving with barely controlled rage.
"What are you doing here?" His teeth were gritted, each word sharp as broken glass.
Iffat straightened her torn dress, her breathing ragged. Her smile, when it came, was bitter as poison. "I should be asking you that question, dear husband." The endearment dripped with sarcasm. "All this time, while I was away missing you, you were here... cheating."
"Shut up." The words cracked like a whip. "Mithila is also my wife. Don't you dare put false accusations on us."
Iffat's laugh was hollow, hysterical. "Wife? WIFE?!" She threw her head back, cackling. "You spineless man! She pushed you out of her life like garbage, and still you crawled back to her on your hands and knees!" Book: Dandelion : Let;s fall in love again
✨ Announcement ✨
I’m so thrilled to share that “The Dandelion: Let’s Fall in Love Again” will be dropping any moment now, in shaa Allah!
This project is close to my heart, and I can’t wait for you all to experience it. Are you excited to fall in love with the story all over again?
Stay tuned,it’s almost here!