ameeiyrah87

Hello! I'm Arcane, and I'm excited to share that I'm working on my first novel titled "Fazal aur Noor ki Fehmiyan." It's in English, and I'm committed to giving it my all. I hope you all will enjoy it!
          
          The story features a best friends-to-lovers trope with a happy ending. and let me tell you it's full of romance and comedy! It's also halal. I hope you're interested in reading it, please comment and vote. Thank you for your time! 
          
          also! if you want to go with follow for follow that will be appreciated too!
          
          - Arcane
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/376845977?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=AwriterArcane

I think you'd like this story: "NI DA YA NABEEL" by pen_of_simplicity on Wattpad https://www.wattpad.com/story/395138889?utm_source=android&utm_medium=com.whatsapp&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=pen_of_simplicity
          
          ke har kin isa nayi magana kimin tsaki tashin mun a falo tho tunda ba falon ubanki bane miqewa asum tayi ta danqi wuyan jumayma kokarin kwacewa ta shiga yi idanunta duk sunyo waje " whl kika Kara kuskuren zagin ubana saikin baqunci lahira shegiya kodaddiyar banza cikin dakakkiyar murya nabeel yace sakarta juyowa tayi ta kalleshi sai kuma ta saketa tare da hankada ta ta fada Kan kujera karasawa yayi ya dagota cikin fushi ta bige hannun sa babe Kai kace yarinyar nan aiki zata dinga mun amma a gabanka take kokarin kasheni baka dau mataki ba a dakile asum tace tho kuwa bakiji daidai ba dan matsayina da naki duk daya.............

Assalamu alaikum sister.
          
          Have you read this book?
           I hate to be the bearer of bad news but if you haven't then you are missing out. Do give my book a chance and I hope you fall in love with my writing. Do give me a follow if possible.
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/354613229?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=_zulayhatuh&wp_originator=FaAa%2BGoIkUqTpSBoVAyUnS2nSHnuYpNqp1nlRkhZutR0Fja%2FiTR8i4OaOjKZwAF1cyymVEmLJc4%2FRbUnCH1wwcDCgth2Olt2AfHdrC5f5Mau%2Fg%2FpGkLGXQglTICqyvDV

I just published "Chapter 5-6" of my story "DARAJAR ƘWARYA". https://www.wattpad.com/1373618890?utm_source=android&utm_medium=com.whatsapp&utm_content=share_published&wp_page=create_on_publish&wp_uname=Momislam2021&wp_originator=qt%2F97edg106XXwHQEKQ42tZRx3i%2FvqT%2FQe64ftwO3uqe93UhEadAN8s5cO5Tt2juB6JNXBzwIpuiCLSGyhdWMaUMfBZVoXrAnPOQq96%2FuLSStL3CosRKlbmBO2YZLL9m

a token of kindness [ 18th july 2023 ] 
          
          insecure poems, confident aches; inspired decades yet everyday a death. stretching silences, concrete words; homes that melt and walls that echo. floating feet, rotten flowers; waves that pause in an ocean that seamlessly flows. 
          
          fluttering thoughts, fiddling feelings; coloured mouths and disappearing promises. hibernating lights and travelling darknesses; lingering lilacs and luminescent shadows. 
          
          minds of pearls, mouths of venom; do not lose by playing to their strengths. corridors of history, weaponsied love; transient nor malleable. fragile loneliness, screaming insecurities;  not every sunset has to be colourful. 
          
          sun of rain, thunders of frustration; mornings like amnesia, cloudless burdens. midday pride, repentance heavy; grief stricken victories, blackbird joys. mansions of footsteps, tears of dreams; we are all graves carrying the dying spark of life in us. 
           #adropofhumanity 

Hello Everyone, I’m so happy to announce to you that my Second book would come up on Friday 30th June In Sha Allah♥️♥️♥️I need your maximum support and cooperation please, In Sha Allah you’ll love it  And the name is KOMAI TSANANIN DUHU…ba’a manta hanyar baki♥️

Thanks for following me sis and I am waiting for your vote and comment on my book "The untold love"

a small token of kindness [ 20th february 2023  ] 
          
          blistering hope and disrupted forces, stomach of dirt and howling cresses; scraping blossoms and sunken springs. hollowed harvests, assaulted reaps; jeopardised desires and slivering skies. 
          
          mismatched woods and stolen petals; metaphorical gentleness and articulated coherence. dripping hearts, compendium ashes; ornate gale, weathered pages. 
          
          vintage eyes and handwritten libraries, fictional moon and escaped fantasies. inspiring nostalgia, doubtful guqin; poisonous inquiry, burial of heaven. vulnerability guarded, vindictive portraits; a monster of human needs, a devil of emotions. 
          
          brush-wood sprains and sinister autumns; stubborn walls and bittersweet burns. fluid memories, flamed nerves; familiar souvenirs,  a winter fued. a sadness of sharpness, bitter home in throat; caress the storms just as sadness has caressed tired norms. 
           #adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness [ 28th january 2023 ] 
          
          heart that loves waters of wrinkles, a grave that loves a man of death and bones;  years of cold and hours of a backyard mirrors. floods of decades, hormones of violence; peace of unfamiliarity, an autumn of heart ache. 
          
          a jam of blue as a fight of love, a poet centuries old lurking in the present; lemons and neighbours, peaches and lungs. sins sacred before mercy, broken palms and roads of birth; sunset embroidered with veins, years fossilised with ricochet pain. 
          
          frosted letters, casual accents; love of bruised knuckles, a sip of sacred venoms. fingers of declaration, windshield dust; a lump of liability, a suffocated drink of laughter. an island where a soul sinks, oceans where the bodies bath; a thread of silk that cuts like glass. 
          
          evaporated pressure, fiery torrents; soul frozen and waltz of wakefulness. meadow of dawn, a canopy of a pleaide; frothing yearns and rippling reasons. death so close, yet addressed as cold; not every flower can be sweet, not every good heart can have enough honey. 
           #adropofhumanity 

a small token of kindness ( 21st january 2023 ) 
          
          bruised october, champagne bread; weeping permissions and tightened braids. a mother of brass, windows of pages; ebbs of midnight, divided miseries. 
          
          copper sprain, malachite oxygen; birds of meetings, broken silences. venn of the woods, the wind and the windpipe; foreign vowels, submerged wrinkles. wet crayons, scents of blue; crisp metaphors and pigeon hues. 
          
          palms of desserts, midnight sober; fire that slips, a womb of sonnets. lemonade poems, an annihilating waist; casual grave, a whisper of conclusions. a poet of confessions, a sky of sin; sacred rain, storm antique. 
          
          blurry opals and cigarette soliloquies; swaying septum and a bouquet of tattood ribs. spine of butter, vinegar patio; breastbone shelter, cronus love. white doorstep, a welcome ghost; trees forget leaves, winter shrinks bones. 
           #adropofhumanity