"I'm in love with you." How many times would I have to think about this, how many times, before she could hear it, feel it, see it in my eyes? "I'm in love with you." How could I make her see without telling her, without scaring her off... without losing her. I couldn't lose her.
Author's Note: This is the narration of a Muslim girl and the struggles to return to the right path. The path towards nothing else, but Allah (God), and His Paradise. I speak of religion. Let us take a journey for our souls. Allah is Merciful. Corruption. A distant past. Her innocence was lost to a cruel fate. Her fai...
Daleela is fifteen, hormonal, and all around your average teenage Muslim girl. Well, you know, if being a Muslim girl in America is what you call average to start with. She has a quick temper, an overly soft heart, and to add to that she's constantly fighting to do the right thing. But what happens when choosing to do...