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[feministfang]

Three brave women beat up a shopkeeper in islamic republic of Pakistan for harassing them and all the Pakistani men are so pissed off that they’re sending death threats to those women for taking action in their own hands instead of tolerating and calling some male authority or police. That piece of shit also filed a case against those women for abusing him and as a citizen of this trash country, i can tell he will win the case.

A 20 years old girl, Sania Zehra, was brutally tortured, raped and murdered by her husband, syed ali raza bukhari, when she was pregnant with her third child. This also happened in Pakistan on 8th of July. Now the same men are silent over this or trying to shove the issue of Palestine on feminist pages posting about Sania’s case because "far worst things are happening in the world". Meanwhile, Pakistani women are busy dick worshipping the victim’s father because "he must be so traumatised after losing his daughter like this. oh poor man!" As if that bitch isn’t at fault for making her daughter marry that old beast when she was probably 16.

Celebrities here are more concerned about men’s deteriorating mental health in this country as these lunatics think catering to men’s feelings will somehow fix them. What else can you expect from them when the entire world outside has progressed, but these dumbfucks are still portraying the same old cringe fairytale stories where a simple beautiful, but unfortunate girl falls in love with some ugly psychotic man and tolerates his abuse because "that’s true love 😍" and in the end, she’s successful in fixing him.

But when we speak a word against the atrocities women face in this country, all these people lose their minds and try to silence us to ensure the image of their fuckin country is not at risk of defamation and the lovely Pakistan can become an example of how peaceful islam is. Pakistani men (and most women here as well) are intolerant when it comes to the vilification of the image of their country and religion. And their asses start burning when they see someone ruining it. They even stoop so low to the level of satanism that they would not hesitate to send death threats to anyone making them look bad globally. A girl i was friends with on FB wished Malala another gunshot on her face by Taliban because of her anti-marriage stance.

This is why i urge y’all to please don’t stay silent on the issues women are facing in Pakistan. I never see global feminist pages talking about female oppression in this garbage country. Some feminists living in west also act like brown men are somehow better than white men and they’re more oppressed than white women because of racism, or that muslim men are better than christian bigots. Stop victimising brown muslim men. Not only are they hideous but also the misogyny the south asian society has shoved in their assholes is extremely disgusting and they keep shitting it on women everywhere they go, including white women.

I wouldn’t expect support from brainless libby feminists as they’re probably busy pulling their pants down on their favourite OF platforms or fighting misandry online, but i would love to see all the radfems speaking up for south asian women. Please make it known globally how the Pakistani islamic community is constantly oppressing women day by day.

Use the examples i stated above. Speak up for Sania Zehra!! Demand justice for her globally, and keep bashing corrupt Pakistani law system. Also, don’t forget to defame their religion. These people are most protective of their culture and religion. I don’t see any hope in this country for women, but there’s a chance they will start taking action and give proper justice to the victims in order to protect their so called dignity.

[5ftboy]

"I have the beginning of what is a migraine, from Mr. Finnerty's quite loud proclamation."

[empyrcals]

open starter ( 0/5 ) - ft. zehra & ?? @ofcourtfablesarchive

Hair dripping with water, clothes damp and sticking to her like a second skin Zehra sat beside a small pond in an empty courtyard. The ground around the majority of space was bone dry but the ten feet around the fae lady was saturated. She had tried. She had pushed herself to the near edge of exhaustion, trying to in one desperate attempt to push her own natural magic as a draven of the night court to conjure a semblance of a storm. The pathetic grey cloud had rumbled briefly, small enough to cover her head, and then released a momentary downpour in one square meter of space. It had soaked her and her alone in a matter of seconds, and then, losing her balance, she'd fallen ass-end into the small pool. For Timur, for Phina, her siblings -- for Emilios, Zehra tried her own magic, and this was its now pitiful result. It left her limbs heavy, barely able to keep herself aloft, let alone try to pull up the boots she'd emptied of water. Hearing the sound of approaching footsteps, Zehra could not snap to attention. "Gah, damn it all," Zehra griped as she dropped her boot, glancing over to the sound. "Do not ask, but - could you - pick - up my boot - I -" Zehra stated breathlessly, fighting to stay upright, awake, and keep from falling only the small distance backward into the pond. Breath was ragged, and while it would be a hilarious sight, the lady of the night court needed the approaching figure.

[18catsreading]

Awww Brennan in the background telling Zehra: I'm so glad you're alive -- I didn't want to -- and then Zehra giving him a high five.

Brennan: theater!

Travis: theater kids!

[sunliights]

a closed starter for @evocatiive based on this featuring zehra.

"no way. no... way." zehra's shock is rather apparent in the way she almost spits the sip of the drink she'd just taken from her mouth. she straightens up from her perch on the bar stool and lets her gaze sweep over them once more, to ensure that her eyes are not deceiving her. "tell me this is a weird coincidence."

[stxrslisten]

closed starter; spring masquerade ball — @empyrcals

Narcissa had always felt at home in the middle of a ball, the music, the dancing, the ethereal feeling of it all. however that night she felt more comfortable taking to the wall, pass unnoticed, the respite was secured with her mask at least for lingering moments at a time. like the one she was enjoying, she slowly, almost unnoticeably, swayed to the rhythm of the music, how the notes spoke to her soul. the steps of someone approaching stops her, she pulls that perfect mask she has spent all her life perfecting and smiles as radiant as a rose in season. "have you come to join me in the sidelines? it is quite, but peaceful." she suggests.

[chronicsunshincs-a]

open to: f/m/nb (made with beta editor, please don't like this post) the plot: brother's best friend type beat, tension is there and they've done nothing to help it the muse: zehra!

MAYBE IT'S A LITTLE CHILDISH to bar herself from dating her twin brother's friends, but even still. they'd made an agreement growing up, one that zehra refuses to break. and even though they are kind of cute, she tried her best to avoid them throughout the day. it's a family summer party and for the first time in years, both siblings are home. she's fidgeting in the kitchen over watermelon her mother enlisted in making her cut whilst everyone is outside enjoying the pool. the sound of the sliding door causes her to speak, " ana, how much did you want me to— " a glance over her shoulder stops her midsentence at the sight of her brother's friend. " you lost? pretty sure i saw adem outside trying to rally up a volleyball game. "

[junhorhee]

closed for @zehraxaydin

location: nightrest music festival

Junho didn't exactly know how long he intended to be at the festival for, showing up because it felt like a way of paying respect to those who had died, sticking around to have a few drinks as he found himself around the brunette. "Zehra, you look nice," he greeted her with a light smile. "Can I get you a drink?" he asked, tilting his head to look at her before nodding to the bar.

[avdaciter]

starter — aeri jeong

SETTING: portum's annual halloween fair ; evening AVAILABILITY: closed starter for YUNJUN KANG | ( @chaosluvers )

Despite Yun Jun having been nothing but nice    to the young woman, and, well, his line of work requiring him to literally help those in need, if she said she was expecting to find the half-demon volunteering in one of the booths at the fair, she would be lying. Yet, here he was, apparently on a break from his duties, which is why Aeri decided to approach him.

"Are you supposed to be a jock?" The brunette, who was wearing a blonde wig for the occasion, asked innocently. She wasn't all that familiar with comic books to catch the reference of his costume. She was, however, glad to have met someone who spoke the same language as her, thus allowing Aeri not to have to resort to English to have a nice conversation as she was often scared things would get lost in translation. "You look nice though, Yunjun-ah. Can you guess what I am?" Aeri smiled, twirling around. "Besides super cold..."

[violetatkins]

Location: Artisan

Status: Closed thread for @zehrasadik

A content sigh escaped Violet's lips as she scanned the menu of cocktails and drinks the local offered to it's patrons, unsure on what to pick for herself as the first drink of the night. The artist was used to two, three glasses a day of wine either after work with dinner or while working on her studio, hard alcohol wasn't necessarily a big part of her day-to-day life, unless it involved sharing the experience with a friend (most of the time, of course, it involved Zehra). Alas, she re-read the items listed down once more before returning her attention to her companion for the night, her close friend and arching an eyebrow on her direction.

"So, you already know what you're gonna order? Can I get a suggestion? Last time the drink I ordered knocked me out and I need to be at the Manor tomorrow by 7 a.m so I either need to drink little and go to bed at a reasonable hour, or go to work straight from this" she teased with a chuckle.

After setting the menu on the table, Violet relaxed on her seat as she eyed the other with adoring eyes. "So miss Sadik, what's new in your world? When are you going to let Auntie Vi take care of Poppy while the people at the B&B take care of you? I'll even call a nice masseuse in for you, or book you an appointment on Pure Tranquility, pamper you with good food and the most comfortable bed and a divine breakfast. Think about it, early birthday present."

[levixxthompson]

closed starter for @zehrahq

In true old-man fashion, Zehra's outfit made him feel incredibly old. At this point in the night, he couldn't remember if his family watched the vampire diaries or if that was something he might've binged on late nights. "I'm going to assume you're the sexy but scary one?"

[honeybeehimbowrites]

"well that is a relief." declan said with a little smile. he nodded "yeah, but still. can't tornados turn around. you're never a hundred percent safe." declan said as he pointed to her cuts and bruises. "it is admirable though." he admitted. "just try not to get hurt again, for all of us's sake." declan watched as zehra signed the discharge papers. "lucky for you i didn't park my car too far away. you want to pick up some food on the way to your place? you must be starving. i take it you didn't eat any of the food here." declan said bluntly as the nurse walked past him. "no offense." he added as the nurse walked by him and just rolled her eyes, oh well he couldn't win them all. "i take it you can walk on your own. or do you need an arm?" declan was half teasing, half being serious. he of course wanted to help her if it actually hurt her to walk.

"well you'll be happy to hear that all i want is to go home." the last thing she wanted at the moment was to go back out and storm chase. she was done with that until next year. "give it a few weeks and all of these cuts and bruises will be gone." at least nothing bad had happened to her. just some cuts and bruises. all which would go away in a few weeks. "if you do take me up on the offer, then i promise you'll be miles away from the tornado." she would never in a million years bring him up close to a tornado. to her, that was a hugo no. seeing one from far away though was the better option. "i say give the doctor a few more minutes." just as she had said that, the nurse had walked in with the discharge papers. "here you go." the nurse said as she handed zehra the papers. taking them, she sighed in relief.

[5ftboy]

BONUS REACTIONS:

[empyrcals]

closed starter for @ofdieus — emilios

Delicate fingertips extended outward into a beckoning curl from a gentle hand reaching through the dark of the corridor. Engaged as they were, they were not married yet, so it was impossible to call him husband, and he was not her lord, but there in a common hallway, she called for her beautiful beast in the way she'd come to call for him when the two were in the same space. "My sun and stars" Zehra spoke in a way that the man in question, who was more than just that but was high lord of spring would know himself. He would understand the title she gave him belonged to no one else. This was no simple invitation either just to come to her but to speak and share the trials of the day and to discuss plans among plans. That and Zehra, despite herself, had grown somewhat attached to Emilios in the year of their engagement. "We may be confined for the moment, but it is a beautiful night, and I wish to spend it with you. Stroll a while with me - I bore of simple conversation with less inspiring individuals and crave your company"

[sunliights]

a closed starter for @mysteryoflovc based on this post featuring zehra.

"it's not like i'm asking for too much, am i? i just want a nice guy that can get me off! he's got the nice guy bit down but..." she pulled a face. she felt awful for complaining about it but not awful enough to shut up. "i've started giving him the i have a headache excuse."

[celineediz]

At first the question had seemed so innocent. The conversation had given no signs that Celine was asking anything that would have upset her. But she saw the clear change in the other, the way she looked like a deer in the headlights and scurrying for anyway to answer the question without drawing more attention to it. Her lips parted, and Celine almost asked what was wrong and what had happened? However, she stopped herself and her own mind flashed back to her own job and how she hated people asking why she had switched from interior design to becoming an assistant. Some things were meant to stay buried in the past. "What was your job before?" Celine asked instead, settling on making her voice casual so Zehra would think she got away with it. She smiled, happy to hear the other would vote for her boss and not just because she was being nice. "I'll take that as a win then." She chuckled. Really, the more she thought about it, the better the idea sounded. "I think you just convinced me. Okay let me give you my work number and we can get in touch about this. I can help organize it if you start it off. And then we can get involved and it will help his upcoming campaign." Pulling out her phone, she pulled up the contacts app. It really was the best solution. Zehra could still go through the proper channels, but in the mean time they'd organize their own grassroots act.

Zehra hadn't realized that the 'more so now' had escaped her lips until the other questioned her. She felt her cheeks flush though she turned her head, hoping that she could explain enough without confessing all her secrets; she swallowed the knot forming in her throat before she returned her attention to the other. "Yeah, I'm just in a better position to do so now then I was before." she added. "A better job; I feel like I'm actually helping people where as before I wasn't." she admitted. She'd had several 'dead end' jobs in her lifetime, and while being a party planner had been fun it wasn't typically very fulfilling in regards to her desire to help people in need. She'd leave out the part where she hadn't felt she needed to help people in need until her parents unfortunate death; that wasn't important. She was thankful to hear the other speak about voting for her boss, allowing her to nod. "I definitely plan to." she admitted. "And not just because I'm talking to his assistant." she winked. She truly thought the guy was doing a great job as mayor and while she didn't know him as well as the other obviously did, she felt he was genuinely a guy that deserved to be in office. The other's idea of the water seemed to spark an interest in both ladies and Zehra felt herself smile which radiated into her eyes. "Oh, that's actually a brilliant idea!" she nodded. "Obviously I'll get the water supply started, and even keep it stocked up if he can't make time to take it over, but if we can get the mayor on board to maybe help out financially I think it'll be fantastic." she nodded. "And like you said, it'll make him look even better and who wouldn't want to use that as a campaign pitch. It's honestly the best kind of publicity." @celineediz