#Abiku

[casually-salad]

drew the grown up versions of my headcannon ship kids... foals... ponies? anyway, i totally forgot to put the info for 2 of them so im gonna ramble in the tags about them. theyre so silly

[kemetic-dreams]

                         Tribal Marks: The African Tattoo

Tribal marks, also known as scarification, is a traditional practice that has been used by various ethnic groups in Africa for centuries. It involves cutting or scarring the skin in a specific pattern or design, usually on the face, and is typically done during childhood or adolescence.

The marks are used to identify a person's tribe or ethnic group, and can also serve as a form of beauty or adornment.

The tradition of tribal marks varies among different ethnic groups and regions in Africa. In Nigeria for instance, it's mostly practiced by ethnic groups such as the Yoruba, Igbo, and Efik. Each ethnic group has its own unique designs and patterns, and the marks can have different meanings or symbolic significance.

Among the Efik, the marks are used as a symbol of beauty, and young girls would be scarred with intricate designs as part of their initiation into womanhood.

The tradition of tribal marks has been on the decline in recent years, as many people opt for other forms of self-expression or choose not to have them at all.

Some people have abandoned the tradition because of the stigma associated with the marks and discrimination that is faced by those who have them.

Additionally, the government of Nigeria banned the practice in the late 1970s, although enforcement of the ban has been lax and it's still being practiced by some communities.

It's worth noting that the tradition of scarification is not limited to Africa, and has been practiced in other parts of the world, including Oceania, Asia, and the Americas.

Mr Akeem is royal-born, so he has long stripes on his face.

"It is like a football jersey," he quips, adding that they made him popular in the local market.

On a serious note, Mr Akeem says he regards the scars as sacred, and does not believe people should mark their faces just for beautification.

This need for identification through facial marks was also strong in northern Nigeria, especially among the Gobir people of Sokoto state.

Ibrahim Makkuwana's ancestors, pastoralists from Gubur in present-day Sokoto, did not have facial marks. But, he said, as they moved around looking for farming land, "they fought many battles and conquered many places".

They then decided to make distinctive marks on their cheeks, "akin to the ones their animals had, which would help them in identifying their kinsmen during battles", Mr Makkuwana says.

"That was the origin of our marks," he tells the BBC.

But there is also a distinction between the Gobirawas.

Those with six scars on one cheek and seven on the other have both parents from royalty. Those with six marks on both sides have only their mothers from the royal family.

Then there are the children of butchers, with nine scars on one side and 11 on the other, while those with five and six marks on either side trace their lineage to hunters.

As for fishermen, they have distinct marks drawn up to their ears.

Meanwhile, among the Yorubas and Igbos of southern Nigeria, some marks are linked to life and death.

There was a belief in their communities that some children were destined to die before puberty.

Known as Abiku and Ogbanje respectively by the two ethnic groups, these children were believed, by the Yoruba, to belong to a coven of demons living in large iroko and baobab trees.

It was common for women to lose several children at a young age in succession, and it was thought it was the same child, reappearing again and again to torment their mother.

Such children were then marked to make them unrecognisable to their spirit mates so they would stay alive.

Many of these infant deaths are now known to be caused by sickle cell anaemia, an inherited disorder common among African people.

Yakub Lawal in Ibadan in south-western Oyo state, was marked as an Abiku.

"This is not my first sojourn to earth, I have been here before," he says.

"I died thrice, and on my fourth return I was given these marks to stop me from returning to the spirit world," he adds.

Closely related to stories of the Abiku and Ogbanje are those whose marks are in memory of a departed family member or one who has been "reborn".

[kyberbonsai]

Back to Transplanar RPG posting! This is my first go at Abiku, I love her so much! This is also just a quick sketch and the first time I’ve drawn anything in a while, so please excuse the messiness (’: 

[ID: A traditional sketch of Abiku from TransplanarRPG. Abiku is a reborn goliath with long locs up in a bun and clouds on her cheeks and shoulders. They are muscular, tall and regal, and their expression is calm. End ID]

[abiqueen]

Se quiser, adicione alguma coisa.

Gostaria de não estar mais existindo, seja aqui ou em qualquer dimensão, espaço-tempo, planeta ou galáxia. Orun ou Aye, desejo profundamente desaparecer sem deixar qualquer rastro para retorno. Desintegração total e completa sem uma lembrança sequer. Não faz diferença nenhuma. A mãe terra já foi sabia em não permitir que eu gerasse uma vida. As péssimas decisões que tomei no passado vem no presente para destruir qualquer probabilidade de futuro. A dor é muito profunda, dói tanto que prefiro me agredir para tentar fazer com que essa dor seja substituída por outra com mais força, mas não adianta. Acho que preciso sangrar para sentir.

Eu não aguento mais reviver as críticas, os erros, a insegurança é insuportável, eu grito e bato como já fora feito anteriormente. Por que foi permitido que eu viesse e ainda assim? Eu não aguento mais chorar, meu corpo está machucado, meu rosto está inchado e dói em tantos lugares que não consigo nem listar.

Eu não quero mais existir!

[quinoariver]

Transplanarposting of the week: ohhhh i love citlalli so so so much. Theyre so good and perfect and Have Never Done Anything Wrong. (Also a lot going on with øka and jaran huh ! Huh!!!!)

[abadpoet]

Out of the huts of history’s shame

I rise

Up from a past that’s rooted in pain

I rise

I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear

I rise

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise

I rise

I rise.

- Still I Rise by Maya Angelou

hey reblog this with a piece of your favorite poem, please

[theimaginauts]

ABIKU

artist unknown, but appreciated

[jadorupabosblog]

son of the

preacher man ...

*abiku...

*the beautiful ones...

are they the same

when politics says change

it's like the... "I have a dream..."

in africa

they're doing their best

to enter success...be like the west

the dams once built

add to expenditure...

in the rainy season

for security

they look to the army

But,in the Sahel... there's conflict

who is a comrade

one who kills the enemies...

with a different god

because from another tribe?

abiku

the beautiful ones

are they the same...

son of the preacher man?

*abiku - ref. Poem by J.PClark & Wole Soyinka.

*"...beautiful ones" ref. Ayie kwe Amah.

[fadiladeen]

Bismillah laa hawla wa laquwwata illa billah...

Hari esok yang ditunggu-tunggu. Semoga Allah mudahkan

Terharu dengan perjuangan Ummi Abiku, terharu dengan perjuangan calonku untuk datang melamar.

Aku tak pernah menyangka bisa sespesial ini diperjuangkan oleh orang lain. Entah amalan apa yang kukerjakan hingga Allah begitu baik padaku, Allah datangkan lelaki baik nan soleh untuk meminangku, Allah hadirkan dua sosok orangtua yang begitu sayang padaku.

Semoga Allah membalas segala kebaikan mereka dengan beribu pahala, Allah selamatkan selama perjalanan dan dimudahkan untuk bisa sampai pada tujuan. Aamiin Allahumma Aamiin...

[kayyishwr]

Mas izin tanya, aku habis baca salah satu artikel yang menuliskan "hakikatnya menguatkan pendapat bahwa ketidakbolehan berjabat tangan laki dan perempuan bukanlah keharaman yang mutlak, tetapi karena ada sebab yaitu agar tidak timbulnya syahwat yang diharamkan dan terjadi fitnah. Untuk itu, mengapa jumhur ulama lebih memilih untuk melarang, disebabkan mengambil jalan tindakan preventif (sad aż-żar’īah) agar hal yang dikhawatirkan tidak terjadi. Berarti disimpulkan hukum dari berjabat tangan dengan lawan jenis sebetulnya makruh atau haram ya?

Jawaban dari Ustadz Abdul Somad, silakan cek di akun instagram beliau

Jujur, aku gak mendalami banget soal hal ini, tapi dari Abiku beliau membolehkan untuk berjabat tangan sebagaimana pendapat Syaikh Yusuf Qardhowi

*dalam prakteknya aku tetap berusaha untuk tidak berjabat tangan dengan lawan jenis karena ingin berhati-hati, tapi klo dengan guru/dosen/org yg lebih tua, karena adat menghormati yg disepakati seperti itu, saya berjabat tangan

Klo nda salah ada kaidah ushul fiqh "Al 'Aadah Muhakkamah"

Wallahu a'lam, btw saya anak kedokteran bukan anak syariah, jadi ga bisa jadi acuan

[ummuaiysah]

Tidak mungkin Allah memberikan suatu kepada hambaNya melainkan sesuatu tersebut pasti baik untuk dirinya. Boleh jadi kita menyukai sesuatu tapi Allah benci, Boleh jadi apa yang tidak kita sukai justru itulah yang baik.

Bersyukurlah, jika saat ini Allah masih menginginkan kamu untuk terus berdoa dan beristigfar kepadaNya. Karena tidak ada kebaikan yang paling baik selain Allah kasih nikmat beribadah dan kelezatan untuk terus memperbaiki diri dengan menuntut ilmu.

Jika kasih sayang Allah turun pada siapa saja bahkan manusia paling lalim di muka bumi dengan Allah kasih kenikmatan dunia. Bagaimana dengan kita yang masih terus berusaha mengingat Allah, mungkin saat ini kita berpikir, kok begini ya. Jika kita ikhlas dan ridho atas ketetapNya, dan terus berprasangka baik kepadaNya. Percayalah, nikmat iman yang ada di hati adalah tanda cinta Allah kepada kita.

Aku tau, ini tidaklah mudah. Iman yang kita usahakan untuk di pertahankan pada zaman sekarang, its so hard, so deep. but trust to Allah for everything, kita minta sama Allah kita minta terus sampai kapanpun bahkan dalam keadaan kita merasa tidak baik sekalipun.

Semoga Allah jaga kita selalu, tulisan ini tidaklah keluar dari manusia yang suci dari dosa. Allah telah menutupi banyak aib-abiku. Tulisan ini sampai karena cinta sesama makhlukNya.

[srabittaa]

Keteladanan yang Utama

Benarlah sebelum segala hal yang lain, mendidik anak membutuhkan KETELADANAN. Pendidikan utama itu adalah keteladanan dalam keluarga. Semua hal baik yang aku pelajari dan aku tekadkan untuk aku lanjutkan kepada anak-anaku.

Semakin dewasa aku akhirnya tau bahwa kedua orang tuaku itu sangat baik dengan pengertian yang mendalam, bukan hanya kepada anak dan keluarganya tetapi pada siapapun.

Satu dari beragam keteladanan baik yang terakhir kali umi niatkan dan lakukan. Kepada tukang sampah di rumahku, sering sekali umiku memberikan tip tambahan, ketika idul adha umi bilang ingin membagikan daging yg sudah diolah kepada tetangga atau tukang sampah, aku bilang “kenapa mi?” mereka pasti kesulitan jika menerima daging yg belum diolah karena harus membeli gas, bumbu, dan cabai misalnya. Umi sering ngisi di daerah karena kekurangan pengajar. Yang paling luar biasa dari umi adalah perannya ketika abi kuliah s2 dan s3, mendidik anak-anaknya saat suami jauh seorang diri, merawat kakaku yang sakit selama dua tahun, luar biasa ibuku ini sangat aku cintai.

Aku juga belajar keteladanan sangat banyak dari abi, abiku itu orang yang sangat ringan tangan dan cerdas secara sosial. Aku tau bahwa abiku pernah mencarikan dana untuk mahasiswa2nya yg kesulitan bayar ukt lewat jalur alumni, beliau jg tidak mempersulit mahasiswanya bimbingan, dan mendapat cerita dari adik tingkat, abi menelpon bimbingannya “apa yang bisa saya bantu?”. Beliau sangat rajin datang ke takziah, undangan, aktif dalam kegiatan masjid dan aktifitas masyarakat. Sangat sayang pada istri dan anak-anaknya. Berkiprah di kampus dan tidak haus jabatan. satu dari sekian kebaikan abi, sebagai sosok yang sangat sangat aku banggakan dalam hidupku

Aku bersyukur, inilah syukurku yang tak terhingga atas titipan Allah kepadaku.

[art-and-agony]

Abiku (Born to Die)

Rotimi Fani-Kayode, 1988

[qbdatabase]

Butter Honey Pig Bread by Frencesca Ekwuyasi Spanning three continents, Butter Honey Pig Bread tells the interconnected stories of three Nigerian women: Kambirinachi and her twin daughters, Kehinde and Taiye. Kambirinachi believes that she is an Ogbanje, or an Abiku, a non-human spirit. She has made the unnatural choice of staying alive to love her human family but lives in fear of the consequences of her decision. View the full summary and rep info on wordpress or check it out for free from the Queer Liberation Library!

[abiqueen]

Existir é insuportável.

[quinoariver]

ABIKUS WIFE????????????