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MY HEART 😭😭😭😭❤❤❤

Choso x Niqabi Reader | 1,700+ words | fluff, pining, hardcore in love Choso | mentions suitors, arranged marriages, Choso being head over heels in love with you, Choso bicep mention, suhoor mention, reader is hinted to have self esteem issues, self doubts about love

a/n: I just find him devastatingly cute and imagined him in this scenario. I couldn't stop thinking and reading about him and somehow it went to thinking of a life with him :(((

Light filters in, grazing your fingers perched atop a page, the moment endlessly precious to you even while its passing thrums through your chest, settling in your bones. Choso laid atop a verdant bed of earth strands somehow both bleeding and draping themselves against the soft blades. His eyes looked to you, ever so revering in the way they fall upon your person, as if this distance of you sitting a friendly bit away was something far greater, as if he were an Icarus reclining on a cloud and finding in the Sun the zenith of all of his heart’s softest wishes. Like if one were to make an ode out of the tenderness in his gaze, he would be the chakora and you the moon.

You find it hard to describe what it feels like to be looked at in this way. You feel your face flush against the near silken white chiffon obscuring your face from the nose down, keeping your eyes trained along the text in front of you before occasionally trailing to the spot beside you. Choso laid there, on his stomach with his head resting on his crossed arms. Dandelions nestled against his biceps, swaying this way and that in the breeze. Incredibly distracting, if you were being honest, the dandelions and totally not the pretty boy looking at you like you were moonlight on earth, like he’d happily offer himself at a single word from you, obviously.

You always forced your attention back to whatever distraction was at hand, feeling both shy and perplexed and also aware of the doubt in your heart. What do you even see? You so badly want to ask him, how can you look at me like that when you haven’t ever seen what I actually look like? Alas, you don’t go through and ask, preferring to make a home out of your perch of oblivion, where you can pretend that you don’t see the deep soul consuming yearning in his eyes, the flush blooming upon his visage when your eyes meet, perfectly happy to be caught in the midst of his pining. You always try not to stare for too long during these intermissions of yours, in part wanting to keep to your principles of modesty but also out of fear that if you allowed yourself to indulge, to hope, even for a moment longer, then you’d never be able to keep yourself from staring at his unfairly handsome face forever.

You’re scared that you'll end up admitting out loud that his are the shoulders you wish to rest upon after a tiring day, that his are the eyes that bring coolness your own when the world is burning around you. That he’s the one you want to come home to and no one else will do. That it’s him you want to be your most vulnerable self with, the one you feel the most comfortable sharing your needs with no matter how shy and hesitant you are to do that with anyone else. That it’s Choso that you want as your person.

Oh but don’t you know?

That yours are the eyes that hold all the beauty in the world?

That to Choso, who has happily spent the past few years by your side getting to know the person you are, your radiance has always been obvious in everything you do and in the softness of your gaze? He looks at you like a lone bee looks to blooms towering over its being because you are the precipice of his adoration and reverence. Choso only wants to do right by you. He wants to know all of your yearnings and needs and to bring them to you in only the most sincere ways. He wants you to confide in him and for you to lean your head against his shoulder when the world becomes too much and all you can think of is how much you want to go home.

It’s why he isn’t shy to let you see him blush at even the thought of you looking his way. As vulnerable as it leaves him, he wants you to see the effect you have on him; he wants you to know how much he wants you. Though, Choso also can’t help being utterly and despicably selfish. He’s not yet ready to admit just how much he loves when you get shy over his ever wanting and vulnerable heart showing through to the point where even you can’t deny its presence. To Choso, the thought of this time between you two coming to an end at the hands of someone entirely undeserving is unbearably cruel. It makes him absolutely sick just to think about.

Choso’s seen them, the suitors your family insists you meet and give a chance to. Sometimes he sees you meeting them at cafes and creameries, a sibling or a married cousin never far behind, when letting it show how invested he is in seeing that you are okay. And sizing up any and all potential partners, of course.

He refuses to lose you to someone who can’t even sincerely prioritize making you the happiest person in the world, to someone who won’t fall to their knees to devote every fiber of their being to making you feel like the collection of miracles that you are.

They go on and on about their expectations about how they want you to serve them, what they like in a girl, and it absolutely infuriates Choso when he magically finds their socials (Yuuji) and sees their following list. You spent your whole life reserving your wants for one person, and these men think they deserve you when they haven’t thought of you the same? When they haven’t loved you neither behind your back when you were unknowing nor have they loved you to your face?

As if any of that wasn’t already bad enough, it sent his blood pressure rising when he got the chance to hear some of the things these men would say to you. They expect you to deny yourself even more by pushing your personhood to the back just to prioritize theirs and their families - just the words coming out of their mouths, as if it were some script they all consumed and spit out at the same time, infuriates him to no end. Don’t they see that blessing personified sits before them? Don’t they notice that what they say is unjust to the child in you, who has dreamt of love and being loved for so long? The descriptions of which Choso has spent hours listening to you pour your heart about. 

Choso sees the way they cut you off when you start telling them what you want from marriage, how they let out a chuckle in ridicule at your wish to have a cat or two. How could anyone ever deny you of even that? Don’t they see through your eyes that there’s nothing more you want than a life like that? Can’t they hear your heart pouring through your voice when you talk about your aspirations? Frankly, Choso scoffs at the idea of you having to beg for your bare minimum requirements to be met. If anything, he doesn’t think you have nearly enough boxes to check for in a potential husband.

“I want someone I can laugh with without feeling like my smile ruins my face,” he remembers you saying once.

“Someone said that to you?!?” Choso had responded with an incredulous tone, “Do you know who it was? What did they look like? Is it someone I know?”

And on and on he went, absolutely flabbergasted at anyone saying something so obviously false to you. It should be a crime to dampen your smile like that. 

“I don’t want to think about them anymore, and I don’t think it’s worth getting into a fight over,” he is about to argue with you when you continue quietly, “I just hope someone finds me pretty you know? I don’t know if I could handle ending up with someone that tosses me aside for better people.”

It’s the look in your eyes that makes him go quiet for a moment. He’ll never forget how despondent you sounded, the tired look as if you had already prepared yourself for a life of never truly being loved.

“Anyone actually worth your time would know you being pretty is a given, the most basic fact of life in fact. You’re more than pretty,” his voice is so sincere when he says that that it takes you aback, unsure of how to respond. You couldn’t even laugh it off like you did the countless other times Choso called you pretty.

He thinks of all those conversations with you now as he looks up at you from his place on the ground. The sun is shining over your face and Choso can’t help but be mesmerized at how beautiful your eyes are as you give him the sweetest, most joy filled smile on earth upon catching him staring yet again. Your niqab is white and matches your flowy hijab. You look so at peace taking in the pretty sky, always looking at flora and fauna with wonder while saying alhamdulillah and subhanallah so pretty! He remembers you calling it dhikr. Subhanallah to be in a world where you exist. 

For a minute Choso lets himself think of a life where he finally confesses, where his chosen family meet your guardians to properly ask for your hand. He wonders if you’ll like the suitcases full of all the jewelry and trinkets and things he’s collected thinking of you through the course of your friendship but couldn’t gift you while you were friends. He thinks of a future where he holds your hand for the first time, where he gets to embrace you and kiss your cheek during a convenience store run. His heart speeds up thinking about being the one to wake you up for suhoor. Would your face scrunch up as he kisses you awake? Will you call out to him cutely with your sleep laden voice asking what time it is? What would it be like to bask in the blessing of getting to hold you to sleep after praying Fajr?

Laying there a little ways away from your knee, Choso Kamo thinks of a time where you let him love you.

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Confession of a grieving Palestinian, forever away from home.

(For the record, hopelessness does not mean giving up. When you feel like you can do so little, just do what you can. Donate. Protest. Scream the truth.)

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FUCK YEAH 🗣‼️‼️‼️

YAYYY

FUCK YEAH FUCK I LOVE LIFE

Although I would like to add KOSA is still a big threat any Pro Palestine content will be wiped out please stop KOSA

@mirkobloom77 @ashlakh

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Oh my gosh

This is pure evil. They say 12 employees participated in Oct 7th so they have to stop feeding the entire population????

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I have been yelling this for a while now. Zionists will say "oh well we dont show our dead bodies because we respect them unlike hamas". The dead bodies arent the only thing we are seeing from Gaza honey, we also see the destroyed buildings, how israhell has leveled down most of Gaza, yet we dont see the same from israel. Where are your destroyed buildings huh? You cannot possibly say that you dont show them cause you respect them also 💀

Then zionists will turn around and say "if you want I can show you all the dead israelis" like??? So do you respect the dead or not?

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Israel bet that the long-term war would produce this terrible silence, consent to genocide, and getting used to the scene... and frankly, they succeeded in that.

I don't know what the end of all this is, the whole world has let them down and is watching their starvation and displacement

PLEASE DON'T STOP TALKING ABOUT GAZA

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Just to be abundantly clear,

This Account Stands With Palestine.

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ion know if people would like this, but im js saying...

A SHOUJO MANGA AUTHOR BKG AND A HORROR MANGA AUTHOR HIJABI READER????

let me cook 🔥🔥🔥🔥 (pls dont)

or someone else can use this idea, idm

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Ahmad Abu Shamla, a Palestinian man, was killed by Israel in Rafah. He had been working for France since 2002 in the French institute.

Wanna know why he was still in Gaza? Because France refused to put his 4 oldest sons in the list of people allowed to evacuate through Rafah. Because of his job France could repatriate him and his family but they chose to put only part of the family in the list and refused to put his 4 older sons. Ahmad told the rest of his family who were on the list to leave and he stayed behind with his 4 sons and on Saturday he died because of his wounds after the house he was staying at was bombed. He was killed by Israel because France expected him to leave his sons behind.

It’s just so fucking disgusting I wanna throw up.

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from a protest a couple days ago.

palestine will be free.

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this breaks me, inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi ra'jioon

After getting over the initial shock and heartbreak of this tweet and this reply, it hit me that (and I don't know if this is a cultural thing here in the middle east or an Islamic one)

A child has to be named even if they're stillborn.

For a child to not be named, that means there's no one left to name them. They were killed along with their entire family.

I hoped I was wrong, but I checked the list of victims of Israeli attacks and found this:

Israel has ended 47 Palestinian bloodlines over the course of this genocide (or perhaps more), so you might think that this little detail isn't that important, but I don't think we should get used to cruelty of this proportion, no matter how consistently Israel commits it.

The number of victims isn't just a number. These are people with full lives and hopes and dreams.

It's enough of a disaster that these families were wiped out, but in murdering them, Israel didn't just deprive them of their lives, hopes, and dreams. It deprived them of even the dignity to name their children.

It continues to deprive the remaining Palestinians of their most basic human rights.

What did the Palestinians do to not deserve food or water or electricity?

What did their *newborns* do to not deserve lives or at the very least names?!

This is the most harrowing form of terrorism I can think of. The genocidal Israeli occupation is the most despicable terrorist organization the world has had the displeasure of knowing.

The whole world should be deeply ashamed that it's not only allowing such heinous war crimes to be committed, but in a lot of ways, it's enabling them.

I don't know how anyone can be neutral about this.

Stand with Palestine, stand against the occupation. Against genocide.

ربنا يتقبل الأطفال دول و أمهاتهم و عائلاتهم اللي الاحتلال قتلهم معاهم شهداء، و ينتقم من إسرائيل و أي حد بيمكّنهم أشد انتقام في الدنيا قبل الآخرة.

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i'll just leave this here for anyone who sees "from the river to the sea" as a threat

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I know tumblr will take down this sooner or later, but this is happening now in gaza now. These pictures caught by Belal Khaled, are the most haunting. Kids in gaza don't feel safe, whether at home, in a hospital, in their parent's lap, or beneath the rubble.

We are not numbers.

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Israel just murdered another journalist's, Muhamoud Abu-Hasira's, whole family including his wife and children as punishment for showing what they're doing

The total number of journalists targeted and murdered is approaching 40 at this time (11/5/2023). If you count the total number of journalists or their families that have been murdered it's approaching 100. Multiple journalists have had their whole families wiped out and are still reporting and working to expose the genocide.

Keep talking, keep posting their work. They've been forced to sacrifice everything for every scrap of information hat makes it out of Palestine

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i do not pity israel. never have, and never will.

each night that gaza experiences is deadlier than the last, as idf soldiers record propaganda tiktoks, make rave parties and grwms and fit checks, gloat over having food and water, and film themselves deriving sadistic pleasure from torturing their hostages and victims and desecrating the dead.

Palestinians have to display their martyred before the camera for you to believe the atrocities that the zionist entity has subjected them to. they cannot even mourn in private. the apartheid entity murders them in cold blood, and you deliver the killing blow by doubting them.

babies whose families have been killed will never get to know their own name.

i can't reshare a tenth of the videos and photos that cross my timeline. i have seen more dead children in the past month than i have known death my entire life.

israeli settlers burn olive trees, bomb bakeries and fishing boats, shower white phosphorus and earthquake bombs on the captive civilians of gaza. you already know about the disastrous effects of white phosphorus, but earthquake bombs were last used during ww2 to wipe out entire cities.

how holy is the land that seeks to be built over the mass graves of thousands of children? is it holier than the miracle of a child being born in this hypocritical world?

all 11 universities in gaza have been bombed. academics should be agitating right now, especially those who call themselves "decolonial thinkers." destruction of universities is a sinisterly deliberate act to sabotage the Palestinians who will survive this great catastrophe.

the act of cleansing your hands before prayer is extremely important to muslims. no part of us can remotely comprehend the grief of the mother who refused to wash her hands from the blood of her children after losing them in a zionist airstrike over gaza. "I swear I won't wash them, I won't wash my hands, how else am I supposed to sleep near my kids."

it is only both moral and right when one side defends itself. the other side are the price of war, no better than insects and cattle and sheep left to die within the four walls of the slaughterhouse.

this situation should not be up for debate, but let me finish with one final thing : do your research about Palestine. HOWEVER. you do not need a degree in middle east studies to object to an ongoing genocide. if someone outwits you in a debate about historical details and every nuance of a subject, you were and will remain entirely correct in objecting to a genocide.

may those martyred rest in peace and be reunited again with their loved ones in heaven's eternal vastness.

DO NOT STOP TALKING ABOUT PALESTINE.

glory to Palestinian resistance. from the river to the sea, Palestine will be free.