Modesty Stories

A story that begins with a question no one wants to answer, and will ends with one no one can forget. He married her as blood money. She hated him for it. He hated her just as much. But hatred burns fast... and love burns deeper. Trapped in a forced marriage, torn by family feuds, and bound by faith, their story isn't just about enemies turning lovers. It's about redemption, sacrifice, and the cost of truth. 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐗 𝐀𝐳𝐥𝐢𝐧 Halal Fiction 𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃 °°°°°TROPES°°°°° Forced marriage (as blood money) Enemies to lovers Hate → reluctant care → love Family feud & generational secrets Reversion to Islam Redemption arc "Stay away from me" but can't let go Slow burn tension Angst + yearning "You changed me" moment

| 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙍𝙊𝙈𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙀 | - 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 °¹ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒 ~ 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵le 𝐄𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐈𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐦 never asked for a marriage built on silence, scars, and unanswered grief , yet fate ties her to 𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐀𝐛𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢 , a man carved from storms and guarded by shadows. What begins as two strangers trapped in an unwanted bond slowly turns into something far more dangerous: truth. Behind the walls of Al-Shifa Healthcare lies a secret that took lives, shattered families, and left Zaydan bleeding in ways he never learned to show. And Eshal ; soft-spoken, steady, unshakeably kind , becomes the first person to challenge the darkness he's been running from. As she uncovers buried files, hidden names, and betrayal , Zaydan is forced to face the one truth he has feared the most: her light was never his weakness rather it was his cure. But love doesn't heal without cutting deep. And sometimes, the path to healing begins where the pain once lived. A marriage of strangers. A web of secrets. A love that grows in the thorns and rises anyway. Started on : APRIL 10 2025

We never wanted this marriage, but maybe it was exactly what we needed. Two souls forced together by a contract, stuck in a hate-to-love war. Will love survive the chaos, or will their hate burn it all down? *Under editing* 1-30= done

The story is about a military man who has no religion and no belief in god falls in love with a rich Arab medical student from Saudi Arabia. One day, his life takes an unexpected turn when he encounters her, As fate would have it, her medical college brings her to his military campus for medical training. Despite their different backgrounds,The guy becomes captivated by her modesty and falls in love with her. However, the two are separated by fate. This story is interwoven with all these the journey of him "I love you" to "I love you for the sake of Allah"

‎𝓐 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓷... 𝓪 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓾𝓻𝓽𝓼 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓲𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓼. ‎ It's a story where the man is shown as a rebel "Ameer baap ki kutti aulad". And the female lead is a women who's very close to her religion, she's shia Muslim, a true Muslim who's also strong, confident woman. When the male lead see her, he felt a admiration towards her and the way she carry herself. He tried to approach her but she refused as relationship is Haram in Islam. So he studied her religion not because of her but because maybe he was meant to be ‎ "𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒅" ‎ He thought she was his obsession but end up in realization that she was his salvation and his rejection somehow forced him to reflect on himself- He tried again and again to amwk himself better and deserving for her, he tried until he became perfect "𝑯𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒅" ‎ Read the story to found more about their relationship Status: ongoing Started on: 6 july, 2025 Ended on:

"I don't hate the hijab... I just don't understand why it feels like I'm losing myself in it." Eshal has always believed one thing ; beauty is meant to be seen. Her confidence lives in her reflection, her style, her presence... and maybe, just maybe, the attention that follows. So when Anayah walks into her life; calm, covered, and completely unbothered - Eshal doesn't get it. How can someone hide so much... and still feel so seen? What starts as curiosity slowly turns into something deeper. Late-night conversations. Unspoken questions. A friendship neither of them expected. But as Eshal gets closer to Anayah, she's forced to confront things she has avoided for years: Is modesty really restriction... or is it protection? Is she dressing for herself... or for the world? And what happens when the life you're comfortable with begins to feel... empty? Not all Hijabis are perfect. Not all uncovered girls are lost. And sometimes, the journey to Allah doesn't begin with certainty...but with discomfort. A Flower From Paradise is a story of friendship, identity, and the quiet, beautiful struggle of becoming.

It's a story full of love where hearts collide and broke, but still, their trust in allah never fades . They are non believer while the girls are believer. They all will face trial and heartbeark, but their love never fade. Then their are the 3 young girls who are firm on their deen, but Allah will test them in different ways. Will it be possible for all of them to pass the tests and trials "Allah knows what's better for me. ; Leaving you was never my choice." "Please... please, eliz. Don't do this. Now you are going, but know this - my heart will still recognize you as its first choice." ••• "Rüya where are you. without you, I feel like I'm empty. " "You broke me first -- and I stayed silent until I couldn't recognize myself." ••• " noura, please....Why do you look at me like I'm a stranger now?" "Because staying close to you... keeps costing me the peace I fought so hard to keep." Will they be able to get together, or destiny have different plans. Read to know, will they be able to get their love of life. وَمَكَرُوا۟ وَمَكَرَ ٱللَّهُ ۖ وَٱللَّهُ خَيْرُ ٱلْمَـٰكِرِينَ ٥ Surely Allah is the best planner. Book 1 ☆achievements☆ #1.sabr #2.halalstory #2.muhammad #4.islamic

A dimension of his life nobody knew. Never spoken before. Buried in the depths and darkness of his heart. Resurfaces again. And he lives it again as he remembers. Very strangely was he taught the meaning of love. This is a short story. Completed.

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A short story following up a young woman and her journey to find Islam.

Ayah Saeed, a twenty-three year old pakistani girl. Ayah was raised by a single mother all her life. Her mother faced many difficulties and hardships to raise her children. Ayah's sole purpose in life is to make her mother happy and give her all the comfort in the world. Hamza Ali, a twenty-five year old Arab - pakistani boy. Hamza's parents passed away when he was younger, leaving him and his siblings to fend for themselves. Raised in a care home all his life, Hamza's only purpose is to give his siblings a loving home. This is a story of two people who have similar purposes in life, family. But what do you think happens when your purpose of life is broken? Gone? What do you do?

A journey from imposed shame disguised as modesty to reclaiming identity, strength, and self-expression.

A love story between two different people from different background trying to make things work. But, will it still work out eventually? What will you do when you found out that you fiancée is gay? When he is married and not married? Why did his first wife leave like that? Will they later marry? Will the lady change to a practising muslimah? You need answer to all these?... Please follow Abdulmuqeet and Balqees in their love story.

«Let's dress to impress God, not men.» • Modesty & outfit ideas •

Sometimes, a single moment changes the entire course of a person's life. One question... spoken softly yet carrying the weight of a lifetime. He had never believed in destiny before meeting her. But the moment his eyes fell upon her modest presence, something within him shifted. It was as if his heart had already chosen what his words had yet to confess. Standing before her, with hope and fear tangled in his chest, he asked the question that could either become the beginning of his greatest happiness... or the quiet end of his deepest wish. "Nikah karengi mujhse?"

All praise, gratitude and thanks are to Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala, the Lord of the worlds; and all prayers and blessings are upon our Prophet Muhammad (ﷺ), his family, Companions and followers. To every Muslim woman who is content with Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala as her Lord, Islam as her religion and Prophet Muhammad(ﷺ) as her Prophet. To every girl who follows the path of truth, who carries the message of sincerity. To every teacher who strives by means of her words to convey knowledge and values, and has purified her soul. To every mother who brings her children up to fear Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala and to follow the Sunnah, and makes virtue dear to them. To every woman who is burdened with worries and sadness. Rejoice and receive the glad tidings of a way-out at hand, the care of Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala, a great reward and expiation of sins. May Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala, the Exalted, the All-Glorious, reward every woman for her efforts n strength and enable the readers to benefit from it as intended. Aameen Thumma Aameen.

"Innalillahi was Inna ilaihi rajiun, innalillahi was Inna ilaihi rajiun she kept reciting, please i beg you with all of Allah's beautiful names don't do this. I..I only helped and did what any good person should do, please i beg you." Taufeeqah pleaded as she kept crying her eyes out, she was terrified to even think that what she hold dearly would be taken away from her, but nevertheless she didn't give up, she prayed silently, she believed that Allah SWT will make a miracle happen, besides she trusts him ..... doesn't she?" She thought and decided to try again. He was hell bent on carrying out his intentions and making her pay for poke nosing into his affairs and insulting him too, no no...she won't go Scott free, so he continued what he was doing not minding her he kept, but suddenly he stopped when he heard her speak. " Hasbinallahu wa ni'imal wakil" she kept repeating, " I beg you, please.. if you fear Allah and the last day, the day of reckoning, let me go, I know there is still some good deep inside you, please don't let shaytan control you please" she continued begging and crying painfully. And just like that he became weak, he just couldn't do it anymore, he knows he was all sorts of things, but a rapist isn't one of them, he wasn't sure whether it's because of the azkars she kept reciting or her crys or even she thinking he was good. But one thing he is sure of is, he can't hurt an innocent soul like hers. Follow Taufeeqah as she finds love with the person she least expect and marqooz reasons for his attitude. ©All rights reserved