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Parts 8
Time 1h 13m

GardenOfReflections

college dua hijab hijabi islam islamicfiction journalism journalist lifestory muslim muslimgirl muslimstory niqabi spiritual trials trialsandtribulations tyranny

The reporting press

Just seem to oppress

Leading to a deliberate mess




Faith and trust

Write the characters in the dust

Even the Pharaoh of Cairo, 

perish one day must




Tyranny layered in crushing piles

A kind king for the world 

and a despot in disguise




The delta of sorrows

birthed a revolution 

and they must rise,



And so she did, 



They came knocking at her door, 

Just to talk her for five minutes

and nothing more



Straddling pain and hope
 she began to weep, 

As they took away
ten years of her life in a sweepAll Rights Reserved

college dua hijab hijabi islam islamicfiction journalism journalist lifestory muslim muslimgirl muslimstory niqabi spiritual trials trialsandtribulations tyranny

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It Started with a Hijabi's Diary by flower_seeds_

"And they plot and plan, and ALLAH plans and ALLAH is the best of planners" (Al-Quran) "Can you tell me to whom this diary belongs?" The person gave me a bored look and I took a long breath to ease the ache in my lungs. I don't think I've ever ran this much in my life. I gave him a pleading look. "Please?! It's really important!". The person looked at me with a face void of any emotions. "Please!!" I don't think I've ever used this word for anyone except my family. I just ordered and it happened. But it didn't seem to be happening right now. I took a last glance at the person giving him a desperate look, then ran to other people. One clue, Just one!! Alteast a little hint!! I kneeled down on the road, not caring about anything and pleaded to Allah Almighty, keeping the diary close to me as it's the most precious thing in the world, the beads present in its cover poking my chest, "Please Allah! I'm sorry for all the sins I've ever done in my life. Surely, You're the most merciful. Please, find me a way to her. Let me meet her. Oh, Allah! Only You know if I don't go to her, what will happen. Please help me." I looked at the diary, its beads shining in the sunlight, and still keeping it close to my chest, I sat at the pavement looking defeated but I won't lose hope. I would not lose hope!! Then I heard heavy footsteps and then someone placed a hand on my shoulder and I turned only to feel like all the trucks of the world attacked me at once. It can't happen. No, no please no!! NOO!!! ____ It's a tale of motivation, Faith, Iman, Tawaqqul, Taqwa, mystery, twists and true love It's a tale of a diary "It all started with a Hijabi's diary! Now none of us knows how it's going to end" #1 in guiding #6 in Quran #1 in Taqwa #47 in mysteryromance #69 in Islam

Is It Really Love? [complete] by imperfect_creation

Rayaan Issa Abdurahman Malik and Sophia Ilyaas Abdurahman Malik are the closest sister like cousins you'll ever meet. Sometimes its even hard to tell that they aren't sisters even though they look nothing alike. Rayaan grew up being the only child of a very rich business man. A business that has been in her family for over four generations so she is being pressures to take over and become the heiress of her fathers company, but she wants to find her own path in life and break free of the chains and labels imposed on her and live a life of independence. Sophia isolated herself after the death of her mother and still born brother because not only did she lose her mother that day but she also the close father daughter relationship she had with her father. The tragedy was her wake up call that nothing lasts forever in this world and she tries to be a better person with her time left. Not wanting to feel like a burden to her father and his new family she decides to move out and live without his support so she doesn't have to see the guilt, hurt and regret in his eyes every time he looks at her. When both Rayaan and Sophia's parents finally agree to their decision of living on their own its like a dream come true for both of them. They end up getting their own apartment and along the way they find and learn so much about what life and love both mean and the good and the bad in everything around them. Trouble seems to follow them a lot but somehow they feel somewhat safe with their mysterious block neighbors Michael and Ethan. Is this the beginning of a spark for them? Is it really love? or is it something else. Not everything is what it seems to be.

Beautiful Words by pcyp_writes

"Words that I can't share." She always believed, her presence in someone's life was nothing but a bad sign. "Then comes in me, a girl silently retreating into the shadows until she eventually blends into them- tainted and unwanted. She only got one thing in mind; to help people stay away." She was lost. She was always lost. Only with a pen, a paper, and her running mind kept her straight, only by Allah's guidance- she was able to walk and breathe. °° a heart-breaking story of a normal teenage girl, Ameena Khaysara, in her journey to embrace the darkness of her past and sins. she writes, writes and writes to give souls to her visible pain. along her way, she meets several companions, as well as a man who opens her heart to what she finds- warmth and a test. "You don't think you're the only one who wants to retreat into the shadow, right?" °° Ian Walter °° "It doesn't matter, so long as I can see you in a good state- my feelings won't matter." °° Kyle Walter °° Will Khay be able to break through all the walls her past self built- and ceased from being lost again? >> © All Credits Given for Pictures used, DM me for Removal; source: Pinterest.

LET ME WALK YOU TO JANNAH by lost_lone

Some people never experience peace Their pain never ease Maybe their peace is the next world Maybe for them it's the life after death ***** You were nothing but a test on my path To win or lose was trying my worth You couldn't hear the words my heart spoke Each day with knife my heart you poke **** Seeing you the way you are is a pain Together everything I want us to gain For you my heart I will place in a plate To hold your hand I will never be late The tears you will no longer shed Forever we will stay the newlywed **** "Why? Why me? Don't you see am crippled." I asked with tears blinding my vision. "The heart doesn't need reasons to love. My heart was searching until it found yours. I can't hold it anymore, this heart is not big enough to contain all that love. Love must be shared and I want you to be my half. I know what you have been through. I know accepting me isn't easy on your part. A chance is all I need my love." ***** Not your typical love story. Witness some heartbreaks Witness some wounds heal Rank #17 of 6.7k dua

Stated Love by MUSLIMAH_0

What happens when you move from your big, diverse, and colourful city, where you feel like you belong in The Big Apple to a small, uncultured town in New Jersey? Alaa Osman, a smart and sassy 15 year old is starting out at her new High school, and she's one of the only Sudanese Muslim girls; and add Hijabi into the mix. Join Alaa as she navigates her journey of faith, family life, a confusing and massive crush, friendships, and being the black sheep at her High school. ------------------------------ He mumbles, and all I hear is, "You're right. I don't want to,". Don't want to what? Don't want to lose me to somebody else? Don't want to say goodbye to me? Don't want to regret not saying the last goodbye? A million questions raced my mind. He stepped out of the car. I'd never seen him look so devastated. I thought this was an apology, but it wasn't; it was goodbye. "Hey," I waved slightly and even made a point to smile a little bit, the type of wave and smile we sent each other across the hall. He sent one right back. That's it, maybe things would be better between us. But when his smile faded, I knew they wouldn't. Now mind you, he wasn't usually the type to hold grudges. But this was different, I guess. "Well I guess this is the end." He shrugs.

I WAS CREATED LIKE THIS ✅ by Aishatuh_M

[#4 on Spiritual🔥🔥 On 24 September 2018] "Why is everybody avoiding me because of my voice? Was I the one that created myself? No. I was ridiculed, humiliated, harassed, all because of my voice. Why could'nt everyone understand how it hurts? Not even my mother. Why? I know you were asking my name because you want to hear the vulgar man like voice of a very beautiful lady. You want to laugh at me too. Well__My name is Hayfah Talhah Muhammad. Leave, go and laugh to your fill. But know__ I was created like this! And I believe it's a blessing in disguise. Why could'nt everyone understand? Why?" She wiped away her tears with her hijab, which were not stopping anytime from now. She left him confused, what is she going through? Is everyone making fun of her? But why? Nothing is wrong with her voice. He love her voice!. _____ The story of a very beautiful young lady, with her husky man's like voice. Will she be accepted? Will she ever find her true love? Just tail behind, as I tell you the story of Hayfah Talhah Muhammad.

She Is My Hayaat by hayatiofparadise

I walked down the white hallways filled with the smell of bleach and chlorine. The lights above were too bright, too luminescent. I can't think. I can't look straight. I can't breathe. Everything was blurry. I touched my cheeks and felt tears cascade down to my chin. My steps faltered. My heart wouldn't stop beating out of my chest. "I'm sorry Nouran." She had looked at me sadly, eyes filled with emptiness. No, no, no. What am I going to do? What am I going to tell him? Him. Izhar. I can't breathe.... Allah. •|#1 in Spiritual on February 20th, 2016 // March 26th, 2016 // May 20th, 2016 // June 25th, 2016 // July 3rd, 2016 // July 13th, 2016 // July 28th, 2016 // August 2nd, 2016 // August 13th, 2016 // December 28th, 2016 // January 21st, 2017 // January 27th, 2017 // March 23rd, 2017|• ||1 million reads as of May 12th, 2017|| ||2 million reads as of September 15th, 2018|| ||3 million reads as of July 15th, 2020|| ||A Wattpad Featured Story as of August 11th, 2017|| ||100K votes as of February 20th, 2018||

❤︎Hues Of Love❤︎ (✔️) by elegant_zoe

Book 1 of compilation of short Muslim love stories. Some serious and some funny stories. Short stories: 1~ || Taqdeer - Destiny || (completed) 2~ || Ruhaniyat - Soulfulness || (completed) 3~ || Justajoo - Longing || (completed) 4~ || Shiddat - intensity || (completed) 5~ || Inayat - Blessing || (completed) 6~ ||Aashnaa - companion|| (completed) Cover by this beautiful soul @LihaMirza © All rights reserved by @elegant_zoe Highest ranking: #1 in prayer out of 2.58k stories on 18/12/21 #6 in faith out of 21.4k stories on 16/12/21 #5 in faith out of 21.4k stories on 22/12/21 #6 in Muslim out of 9.56k stories on 06/01/22 #1 in wattpadshortstory out of 213 stories on 06/01/22 #1 in Dua out of 3.85k stories on 10/01/22 #9 in shortstorycollection out of 15.7k stories on 15/02/2022

Hijabi Not in Distress by sabeenthememe

#4 in highschoollovestory on 11/2/2020 ****This book starts off with the present time of a wedding and reveals a hidden love story**** Now, going to be married, Sairah reminisces about her past love story. Sairah's a hijabi... and life as a hijabi isn't easy at Kendale High School. Sairah is witty, sarcastic, modest and beautiful. She receives looks of admiration, and hatred because of her loyalty to her religion. However, one day someone takes things too far... Ahmed, the new kid was also Muslim and had just moved to LA. He's bold, charming, egoistic, handsome, and sometimes gets a little too in over his head. However, when Sairah's and his path clash insults are exchanged and so is flattery. Learn the eventual result of these two hot-headed Muslims and where life takes them... Both start off with a rather teasing and sarcastic friendship, but time leads them into something more-- something beautiful. ************************************************************************************************ "Now? Now I have to deal with you throwing all your hard work for a girl! A girl Ahmed! A girl!" He emphasizes 'girl' with annoyance and disappointment. I clench my jaw getting heated. "Dad she is NOT some girl okay! I love her and she loves me! She is more than just some girl!" I soften my tone, "dad I love her okay and I'm not leaving NYU because of her. I'm not even thinking about NYU for her. And for our future together." I try to reason with my dad who is shaking his head in disbelief. "Ahmed I know you care about her okay. There's nothing wrong with falling in love-- unless she's taking you away from your life plan!" My dad explains visibly frustrated. "Dad, it was never my life plan to begin with. It was yours!" I run a hand through my hair. ************************************************************************************************ ALSO, THIS STORY IS A TAD RELIGIOUS BUT IT IS FICTIONAL

Rah -e- Sukoon: A Tale Of Faith (ON HOLD) by Mar_yam119

DIVE INTO THE WORLD OF PEACE 🕊️ A HALAL LOVE STORY, FULL OF SPICES. -•♡~~~~~~~♡•- In "RAH -E- SUKOON: A TALE OF FAITH," two souls navigate the delicate balance of their worlds. Ramsha, a modest girl veiled in mystery, captures the attention of Fahad Sultan Shah, a young man grappling with the profound loss of his mother. Their first encounter is electric, a moment where their eyes meet amidst the chaos of university life. ~•"Her presence gives me peace."•~ He muses, intrigued by her serene presence. Yet beneath her pious exterior lies a painful secret-she is Tabassum, the daughter of Begum Jaan, entrenched in a world of courtesans. ~•"I'm a daughter of a Tawaif," •~ She admits, her heart heavy with shame. But Fahad, unfazed by her truth, responds with unwavering determination, ~•"I don't care."•~ His conviction offers her a glimmer of hope, a chance to find peace in their shared connection. As they confront their inner demons and seek solace in each other, the journey ahead promises to intertwine faith, love, and the search for true identity amidst a backdrop of societal expectations and personal trials. -•♡~~~~~~~♡•- WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO FIND PEACE (SUKOON) IN A WORLD FILLED WITH PAIN AND LOSS? WHAT ROLE DOES FAITH PLAY IN GUIDING RAMSHA AND FAHAD THROUGH THEIR PERSONAL TRIALS? -•♡~~~~~~~♡•- IG | @amna_m1234

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It Started with a Hijabi's Diary cover

Is It Really Love? [complete] cover

Beautiful Words cover

LET ME WALK YOU TO JANNAH cover

Stated Love cover

I WAS CREATED LIKE THIS ✅ cover

She Is My Hayaat cover

❤︎Hues Of Love❤︎ (✔️) cover

Hijabi Not in Distress cover

Rah -e- Sukoon: A Tale Of Faith (ON HOLD) cover

It Started with a Hijabi's Diary

"And they plot and plan, and ALLAH plans and ALLAH is the best of planners" (Al-Quran) "Can you tell me to whom this diary belongs?" The person gave me a bored look and I took a long breath to ease the ache in my lungs. I don't think I've ever ran this much in my life. I gave him a pleading look. "Please?! It's really important!". The person looked at me with a face void of any emotions. "Please!!" I don't think I've ever used this word for anyone except my family. I just ordered and it happened. But it didn't seem to be happening right now. I took a last glance at the person giving him a desperate look, then ran to other people. One clue, Just one!! Alteast a little hint!! I kneeled down on the road, not caring about anything and pleaded to Allah Almighty, keeping the diary close to me as it's the most precious thing in the world, the beads present in its cover poking my chest, "Please Allah! I'm sorry for all the sins I've ever done in my life. Surely, You're the most merciful. Please, find me a way to her. Let me meet her. Oh, Allah! Only You know if I don't go to her, what will happen. Please help me." I looked at the diary, its beads shining in the sunlight, and still keeping it close to my chest, I sat at the pavement looking defeated but I won't lose hope. I would not lose hope!! Then I heard heavy footsteps and then someone placed a hand on my shoulder and I turned only to feel like all the trucks of the world attacked me at once. It can't happen. No, no please no!! NOO!!! ____ It's a tale of motivation, Faith, Iman, Tawaqqul, Taqwa, mystery, twists and true love It's a tale of a diary "It all started with a Hijabi's diary! Now none of us knows how it's going to end" #1 in guiding #6 in Quran #1 in Taqwa #47 in mysteryromance #69 in Islam