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crystalis · 8 months ago
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'During the aid efforts amidst the Israeli war in Gaza, a musician plays the oud to bring solace to displaced Palestinian children residing in tents in Rafah.'
from Quds News Network
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positivelyamazonian · 1 month ago
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Hi! 👋 I want to ask you how you feel about Tomb Raider: The Myth of El Hawa? 🏜️
I'm very happy it got made and it's so beautiful, but the story is to close to La(ra)wrence of Arabia for me? It's not bad, just not very original 🤷‍♀️
(I'm also glad Lara didn't become leader of the tribe, that would make it very corny and her into white-savior 😂)
Sorry about my English 🙏
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Yeaaahhh now it's when you send me to hell because I've absolutely not watched it before due to.... personal hectic life. In fact I've watched it just now and only because you asked me to. I'm really sorry for it because my dearest @adayka who has done so much for me and my fanfics worked in this project. But you can tell how personally and mentally exhausted I've been these last years that even if I reblogged and shared the shit outta this project when it came out, I didn't take the time to watch it myself, until now.
Here I leave the thing for if someone else wants to enjoy it:
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I've enjoyed it a lot, for sure. I mean, the team is a full brick of talents: Murti, who's a skilled and gifted writer, Jasmine, who has nothing to envy to TR official comic artist when it comes to draw Lara, and of course, Jonell's voice is THE voice for me. Dean Kopri is also fantastic in putting music to all this beauty.
Yet, as you say, the plot isn't original enough. It follows loyally the original idea it existed for the link between The Last Revelation and The Angel of Darkness. Most of us have used it for our fanfics. And the fact it resembles so much Lawrence of Arabia is rightfully pointed out by yourself because even Core team, back in those days, called this plot Lara of Arabia. So they themselves were the first to acknowledge it was deeply inspired in this story.
As for the plot itself, I've enjoyed it but I don't feel particularly taken away for it. The white traveler being sheltered by a POC tribe and later accepted as one of them and initiated in their lore is old as fuck and as you well say, it stinks of white saviour-ism. Efforts have been made here to disclaim it, such as Lara acknowledging that the tribe didn't need her to survive, and the fact you point out, that she finally leaves before turning herself into a leader or something.
Only she HAS turned a leader, commanding expeditions of fighters to defend the people until she's nicknamed El Hawa. It also mentions her wearing blue as a special color to distinguish her, when, in fact, blue is the traditional colour Tuaregs - not Bedouins - use in the desert of Sahara.
It is also unclear why Putai is a black woman if the Bedouins are Arabs, and thus, not black. But that's a mystery that goes back to 2003, right?
In the end, I find it quite enjoyable and we should be grateful fans and former TR members cared enough for us to bring forth this little jewel, but I'm afraid it will just be a passing thing as it happens with everything TRAOD related. Also, as a way of filling the void between TR4 and TR6, it fits a bit distorted, since it would need more fleshing out and completing to fit properly in the rest of the lore - why would she go to Von Croy in Paris if, as she claimed, she cared little anymore about it and was instead anguished to find out what happened to Putai and her people? It just doesn't make sense. Moreover, you can see that's not her attitude in TRAOD at all. But yet again... undevelopment. On the game's part, of course.
Thanks for putting me into watching this, as I had forgotten I had it on my pending tasks. And don't mind the English, for mine isn't perfect either.
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ancientegyptdaily · 2 years ago
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Sabni was an ancient Egyptian official of the Old Kingdom under king Pepi II. He was an expedition leader undertaking enterprises to Nubia.
Sabni has a rock cut tomb in Qubbet el-Hawa. The tomb consist of two parts. Overground there is the decorated funerary chapel for the cult of the deceased. Under that there are five shafts with chambers for the burials of Sabni, but also for family members. On the façade of the tomb is carved a long biographical inscription, reporting his expeditions to Nubia, where he was collecting the body of his dead father Mekhu, who died there in an earlier expedition. However, the inscription is today largely destroyed.
Behind the entrance there opens a big hall supported by 14 pillars and again carved into the rock. At the back of the hall there is the false door for Sabni. On the walls and pillars of the hall are carved panels showing Sabni, family members but also funerary priests. One bigger panel shows Sabni and his father Mekhu hunting in the marsches. His father is Mekhu who shared the tomb with Sabni. Both tombs are carved into the rock side by side, while the main halls of the cult chapels as united. Sabni hold several important titles, such as royal sealer, overseer of Upper Egypt, sole friend, overseer of the foreign lands and lector priest.
In Sabni's tomb are depicted several family members. His wife was the sole ornamented of the king Setka. He had a son named Antef and a daughter Itety [source].
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blue-skelly · 10 months ago
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when you listen to a song whose lyrics you don't know but sound pure and strong and beautiful anyways, with trills and turns here and there, and the instrumentals are amazingly layered with details that you only hear on the fifth listen, and then you look up the english translation. it's the most heartbreaking lyrics you've ever read.
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33frames · 9 months ago
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Artist : Mohamed Jamal
Track : Mili Ma Mal El Hawa
Album : Doroup El Hawa
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jontycrane · 1 year ago
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Sailing the Nile
The best way to experience the Nile is to sail down it. I spent twenty hours on a felucca, a traditional wooden sailing boat, from Aswan heading downstream toward Luxor, followed by a five hour drive to actually reach Luxor. The boats tend to have to tack the whole way against a headwind, pushed by the current, so progress is slow… The felucca had three floors, down below for bags, a middle deck…
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sayruq · 8 months ago
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For the past six months, I have been moving from one address to the next across the Gaza Strip with my husband and two children, aged 7 and 9, in an elusive search for safety. Our home in the Tal el-Hawa neighborhood, southwest of Gaza City, was bombed soon after the war began, and since then we have been homeless. At first, we moved between residences in the north. But sooner or later, every neighborhood in Gaza City became a target, and every apartment in which we sought refuge was damaged by Israel airstrikes. Eventually, my husband and I decided to flee south with our children, to the city of Khan Younis. It was a journey filled with adversity. Again, we moved from one address to another, until we ended up at Al-Amal Hospital. Sheltering at the hospital grounds in the middle of winter, we slept only on a blanket, with a second blanket on top of us to provide warmth for my children and I. It was the first time I had felt extreme cold; the severity, along with the fear I felt for my children, brought me to tears. After the occupation army besieged Khan Younis, we fled in early February through the so-called “safe corridor” under their control. On that journey, we experienced abuse, insults, humiliation, and the theft of our belongings. We continued back northward to the city of Deir al-Balah in central Gaza, prolonging the bitterness of displacement until this day. It has been six months, three cities, and countless places of refuge — and with the war showing no signs of ending, we know that we may not be able to shelter in our current spot for much longer.
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danelloevee · 4 months ago
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@ma7moudgaza2 has been displaced several times for the past 9+ months and currently lives in a tent with his parents and siblings. All he asks is for help in rebuilding his home so they have a more secure place to stay. I will relay a message he asked me to share:
We are a family of 5 suffering for over 9 months from a brutal war that spares neither humans nor stones.
My mother lost all of her family in this war, starting with my uncle Amer, his wife, and his children, who rose in the belt of fire over the city of Tal al-Hawa, then my other uncle and my other aunt died!! I don't know how my mother's heart can be patient with this affliction, but I ask God to give her patience and strength
My father also made many sacrifices when he lost his home and his job as a teacher, and his nephew was martyred at the beginning of the war. He is also strong and patient 🙏🏼
My brother Muhammad, who remained in northern Gaza, struggling with hunger, killing and destruction, also lost his place of work and many, many of his friends died
As for my spoiled sister, she lived the war while carrying the entire house on her shoulders. She lived the war from displacement to displacement and from tent to tent
As for me, Mahmoud, I also lost my studies after the occupation destroyed my university. I created this campaign to compensate us for a little of the damage we experienced. What we experienced is priceless at any price, but today I am asking you for a small donation of $10 that may contribute to saving us and our family from disappointment and the hell of war. We lived to build a new home for ourselves and the beginning of a new and beautiful life
This fundraiser has been verified and vetted and can be found on @/el-shab-hussein and @/nabulsi 's list here
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The link on the list is his previous campaign to evacuate, but the progress was slow so he is currently focusing on rebuilding their house instead
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taviamoth · 4 months ago
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Day 295
‼️ School massacre in Deir el-Balah (central) as IOF kill 30+ incl. 15+ kids, injuring 100+ in a school sheltering thousands of displaced people
🇵🇸 83 Palestinians killed, 186 injured in Gaza in 48 hours
• 12 Syrians killed, 19 injured in attack on Majdal Shams in Israeli-occupied Syrian Golan Heights. Israel blames Hezbollah. Hezbollah blames misfired Israeli rocket. Analysts divided on if this may provoke bigger war
🇵🇸 IOF kills 3, injures several in an airstrike on Maghazi, Nuseirat refugee camps (central)
🩺 American doctors volunteering in Gaza write in an open letter that the death toll exceeds numbers reported, reaching over 92,000
🇵🇸 Israeli drone strike on Balata refugee camp (West Bank) kills 1 Palestinian
🔻 Hamas claims rocket strike on Israeli troop carrier in Tal al-Hawa (north) killing & wounding several IOF soldiers. Also captured an IOF drone in Khan Younis (central)
🇱🇧 Hezbollah claims attack on IOF soldiers in Yiftah (near Lebanese borders)
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ranaissingle · 1 month ago
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Whispers and Melodies (Pt. 2)
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Summary: She has heard a deep melodic voice speaking to her from a faraway place for decades. Anything from snippets of a longer conversation to roars that shook the very earth she walked on.
Rating: T (For now)
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A/N: This story is shaping up to be over 10 chapters so I am trying to queue up some chapters to post with some kind of regularity lol. I hope you enjoy this one! Also, I have created a tag list so comment below if you would like to be tagged in upcoming parts!
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Past (Sometime before Amaranths's Rule UTM)
Rhysand sat at his office in Velaris pouring over mountains of paperwork that he had allowed to pile up right before starfall. He’d spent the better part of 3 days working through the aftermath of the holiday, and he sat now at his desk, he wished he had some type of escape or distraction from the mountain of work that always seemed to follow him. 
A melodic breeze seemed to enter from the window as the trees and winds intermingled before filtering their way through the large windows. The breeze carried notes that came in quick succession and seemed to echo off of each other. The soft feminine voice almost caressed Rhysand's cheek and winded itself around him in a blanket of warmth. He hadn't realized how cold he was until that very moment. His back and arms slowly untensed themselves as he relaxed further into his chaise and as soon as Rhysand felt like he could finally go to sleep, the voice seemed to fade back out the window and only left Rhysand craving more. 
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Y/N sat out enjoying the weather amid the hot summer. She had laid out various fruits, bread, and spreads to snack on while she read and hummed away her evening basking in the sun. The wind carried a gentle breeze and various little creatures scurried their way across the grove. All at once, it seemed like the ambient noise around her had become muffled. As if someone had placed a pillow over her ears. Slowly, a voice from the outside seemed to filter through whatever was muffling her hearing. It was laughter. Booming laughter made some deep unknown emotion bubble up inside her. Something that made her heart ache most deliciously. A small smile crept upon her face as she looked out into the distance the first to find where the sound had been emitting from. Nothing but trees and willowing branches blew in the wind, not a soul in sight. The laughter slowly fizzled out as if the sound was creeping back into the forest from whence it came. The retreat left her feeling cold as if a winter breeze had made its way to her from the winter court. 
Rhysand slowly pulled open the door to the room he had been occupying and stepped outside the threshold of the door. As the hinges creaked, the woman’s chopping ceased as she placed her knife on the cutting board before wiping her hands on her apron and turning around. Rhysand strengthened his stance even as the muscles of his thighs burned with the strain. 
“Who are you and how did I get here.” Rhysand’s voice came out firmer than he had thought himself capable of. The woman narrowed her eyes at him and cocked her head to the side.  
“I found you passed out on the beach. You are quite lucky the tides did not pull you into the depths before.” 
Her lips quirked up at the idea as if she was thinking about that very outcome. Rhysand squared his shoulders and steeled himself further. He couldn't be sure that this woman did not have evil intentions. If there was anything he had learned in his 500 years of life, it was that he should never underestimate an opponent just because they were a female. 
“Why would you help me then? Is there something you want in return?” 
Rhysand was grateful enough for the help that she had provided that he was willing to give her something in return. The female rested all of her weight on one leg as she turned her eyes up to the roof and began to contemplate what she would want. She was likely going to ask for a pile of gold or a new cottage of some sort. She looked like she had run through a million possible answers to his question when all at once her eyes widened and her posture stiffened as she blurted out; 
“Waterdrake scales! Could you get me water Waterdrake scales? A lot of them?” 
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Why did his voice sound so familiar? She swore she’d heard it before but couldn't
Y/n’s hand tightened on the side of the counter that she had been gripping with all of the mother’s strength. What ingredient could possibly stabilize the potion she was working on? She had tried every single combination of Honey possible but it always reduced the potency by some amount. She needed it to be as potent as possible in order to ensure its effectiveness. Firedrake scales were known to increase the shelf life of a potion, but that wasn’t exactly what she needed. She needed something to make sure that the reaction between the crawfish shell and fennel root did not take place and that their effects were enacted on the patient independently of their effects on one another. Could dragon bone work? No, that would just react with the fennel root and make the whole mixture useless. But waterdrake scales? Yes, those could work; it would keep the potion cool enough to prevent reaction while also having a cooling effect on the body when administered which would help with the fevers that often accompany blood loss. Yes, this was perfect! Before she could get any sort of reign on her excitement. 
Y/n blurted out, “Water drake scales! Could you get me waterdrake scales? A lot of them?”
POV Switch to Rhysand 
This female had gone insane. Water Drake scales were the rarest type of scales. Asking for them was equivalent to asking for something more valuable than the cauldron itself. Never mind that he was sure Velaris did indeed have Warwe drake scales, what could this female possibly need water Drake scales for? Rhysand lets his lips quirk up on one side as he takes in the female. 
“What would a spritely female like you need with water drake scales and how are you so sure that I could be the one to provide them for you?” Rhysnad crossed his arms over his chest and stared her down. 
Y/n rolled her eyes while she looked him up and down. “You carry yourself in a manner that befits whatever rank you possess.” She takes a deep breath before continuing,”I have seen a great many males like you, they traipse around as if they own the land they walk on, they trample over the plants and never leave a place the same as when they found it. Your kind is the reason our world will never have any semblance of peace for more than the time it takes to heave a breath.” 
“Oh? You have come to this conclusion after knowing me for all of 10 minutes have you?” 
“Not quite I think. You seem to be less…? Just less I suppose. I can’t exactly put my finger on it but you do not suck the air out of a room the way your brethren tend to. I’ve come to conclusions about your brethren, not necessarily you, it seems.” 
Although Rhysand still did not look pleased, he had already decided to acquiesce to her demands as soon as she had spoken it. He was grateful, after all, for her help in his recovery.  But, he was not going to fetch the scales by himself. If she wanted to get her hands on those scales she would have to contribute to the journey. 
“Alright, if you want the scales you shall have them. However, I am not going on this journey for the impossible by myself. I know where to find them so we can get started whenever you are ready. 
She smiles slightly before speaking. “I think that our journey might have to be held off a couple of days at least.”
Rhysand took the bait. “What, not up for the challenge?”
“No, I’m up for the challenge. You, however, are not.” The smirk on her face was undeniable and Rhysand felt a laugh make its way up his throat. The female was right he was not up to any kind of journey where he would be forced to sleep on the cold hard earth and eat whatever gruel he could salvage. All at once he felt the exhaustion flood him as his body realized he would not be traveling anytime soon. 
She seemed to notice this and anticipated Rhysand’s legs giving out under him before he realized he was getting closer and closer to the polished wood of the floor. She skillfully wrapped her arms around his torso and slowly lowered him to the ground. 
“We need to get you to bed. I already made breakfast so I’ll bring some to you as soon as you’re tucked in. 
Rhysand chuckled, “I’m not a child, gods, you’re more demanding than my brothers.” She cocked her hips to the side before placing her hands on her hips as she stared him down. Rhysands smile never left his face as he raised his palms in defeat and raised himself to his knees before turning on his heel and entering the room he had previously come out of. As the door clicked shut behind him, Rhysand stood in the middle of the cozy room. He hadn’t smiled in 50 years. The muscles felt strangely tight from lack of use. He knew he had to get back to Velaris as soon as possible; his family was probably wondering where he was. But, despite his best efforts he couldn't bring himself to winnow home. It was quite peaceful in this little cottage by the sea. Rhysand eventually sat on the bed and leaned back on his arms as he stared out of the large window across from the bed. It seems Amaranths's reign managed to evade this section of the fae kingdoms. 
Y/N rapped on the door 3 times before opening the door and walking inside. Rhysand smelt a fragrant aroma of ripened fruits and something else warm and minty. She walked up to the small wooden table next to the bed and placed a tray on it. 
“I’ve made you a fruit salad, bread and herbs, and tea. I would make you something more hearty but, considering how malnourished you were upon your arrival, I feel it’s best to start you off on some simpler foods.” Rhysand looked up at her, “Thank you for the meal.” She tilted her head to the side slightly and smiled. “Could I check your temperature?” She raised her hand up towards his forehead but kept her hand from actually touching him. He took the time to look up at her from where he sat on the bed. He nodded his head and waited as she brought the back of her hand to his forehead and placed her hand on her forehead as well. 
“You’re temperature is slightly above what is normal..” The frown on her face deepened as the gears in her mind began formulating some combination of herbs and elixirs to lower the fever. Rhysand kept his gaze on her as she started counting on one hand and mumbling soft indescribable words. Her eyes flicked down to his and she said,“ I’ll have to give you some ginger and chamomile to help lower your fever. ” Her touch felt cool on his warm forehead when he swore he felt his temperature lower a fraction. She then slowly brought her hands down to his neck before looking at him to ask for permission once more. Again, he slowly nodded his head and she pressed one of her delicate fingers against his skin. She removed her finger quickly and kept her gaze on that section of her neck. “It appears as if you are also dehydrated.” 
Her voice trailed off as she continued moving his head slightly. Curiosity overwhelmed him so Rhysand asked, “ You could have done all these tests while I was asleep, could you not?”. She smiled slightly at him as she removed her hands from his cheek and neck and placed them back in her lap. “I don’t think you would have wanted that.” Her gaze settled on him in a way that made shivers run up his already sore spine. Rhysand answered with his own poor excuse of a smirk.
“Eat up, I will start preparing the provisions for our journey and bring you some more water”. She turned to the door and softly clicked it shut behind her. 
Y/N did not expect that being so close to the man would have made her heart beat so fast. The hair on her arms stood up as she attempted to take deep breaths to calm her racing heart. She needed to get started on the preparation as well as figure out the dilemma of how she was going to replicate the properties of water drake scales without having to put them in every single batch of her remedy.  
Rhysand relaxed back into the bed cradling him and felt the tension in his muscles trickle out and gather underneath him in a pool of warmth. They wouldn't be going on a journey, he was sure Majda had some water drake scales stocked up and he planned to winnow them into Velaris as soon as he was better. But she didn't need to know that yet. He quite liked the tranquility of the little cottage on the sea and intended to stay here as long as she would permit him to. Funnily enough, he didn't care to go back home.
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A/N: this had too many POV switches for my taste so I won't be doing that again lol I know it's been a while since I posted but I am trying to get back into the groove of things haha
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n3xii · 1 year ago
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why you're an icon (pac)
maybe a year ago i started (but did not finish) a series where I did posts describing why you're an icon. Today I plan on continuing that- this reading will describe why people are drawn to you and what they love most about you. today's muse is Fairouz, also spelled Fayrouz, Fairuz in English. Her name in Lebanese (hopefully pls correct if mistranslated <3) :  فيروز, check out my services if you're interested in a personal reading : services
Fairouz is one of the most famous Lebanese singers and is considered today to be a major icon in the Arab world. Listening to her is my gateway to middle eastern music especially arabic pop in the 60's and 70's. One of my favorite things about her is the way she performed, according to her Wikipedia page she would be known to take a rigid, cold stance while performing. She claimed that the nature of her performances is because she is singing as if she were praying. a user on Pinterest called her the middle eastern lana del rey and i will never recover. anyways, select your pile and I will have a song by the queen for you to listen to.
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PILE ONE-
cards: king of cups, queen of wands, 6 of cups, mars in pisces
song: Fayek Ya Hawa
you're a captivating, magnetic person. You have a way of capturing your passion with a almost childlike wonder, you remind people of what it's like to be a kid again and to just love something from the bottom of your heart. You have an ability to channel complex emotions from such a poetic perspective, you have this ability to channel your inner child when it comes to what you're passionate about. you possess a borderline psychic ability to portray emotions especially though creativity, you communicate things in such a way that it just resonates with so many people.
with the mars in Pisces card, this tells me that you are someone dedicated to understanding, empathizing and connecting with people. you have an unlimited range of creativity and a very developed imagination. you have such a way of wanting to help people feel understood, you're strongly motivated to act based on how you feel and as well as how other people feel. this motivation may even be self sacrificing at times. people love that you have a boundless sense of empathy. you dont withhold sympathy for anyone, you have the capability to connect with people regardless of who they are or how far they are from you.
PILE TWO
your cards- mars in leo, the emperor, two of swords
song: Sayyef ya sayf
you carry of confidence that demands power. You make decisions with certainty that regardless of what you do, you will always end up exactly where you need to be. People love that you're not the type to listen to other people, you drown out the voices of people trying to distract you and challenge the inner strength you have.
You have the tendency to take over and lead, and even if you arent aware of it, you influence people around you. the influence you have over the people in your life cannot be understated. you thrive when you are able to direct others. in fact you presence and personality type may be ''overbearing'' for some people, you're just not the type to shy away from expressing yourself and taking the lead. to some that may be perceived as confrontational and overpowering but many people actually love that you weren't born to be a follower.
people like you just know how to get things done. you excel at everything you do and take pride in your work. people love your ''ego'' and confidence. you're not afraid to overshine people. besides, its not your fault that people dim their own light.
PILE THREE
your cards: mars in taurus, page of cups and justice
song: Saalouny el nas
first of all, this pile has a clear foundation of right and wrong and you're willing to stand on that no matter what. people love that you're almost stubborn about what you believe. you're willing to go and fight for it and defend yourself against anyone.
but at the same time, this pile is very emotional and sensitive. your morals come straight from your heart. You're raw and vulnerable and you're willing to protect your heart more than anything else in this world. Sensitivity is seen as a weakness, but for you its your number one strength. its the quality that makes you willing to fend for yourself and other people. I knew someone like this in real life- upon first meeting her you might assume she was intimidating, scary, and even mean. but i watched this girl be brought to tears at the sound of a baby crying, I watched her fight against people who were stealing, I watched her loose her temper over anything that she felt disrespected her and her friends. By no means was she considered weak; she was vulnerable about what upset her, she was vulnerable about her mental health issues, and that made her strong and intimidating to people. it made me respect her more than anyone in my life. if you fucked with her, you were the one who ended up suffering. that's who this pile reminds me of.
I also feel that this pile is strongly motivated by their taste in fashion and luxury, people love your taste and its one of the things they remember about you.
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raniamuhanna · 3 months ago
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Hello, I am Rania Mahna, a graphice designer and artist. I have been working as a freelancer for 13 years. I did not expect our lives to be turned upside down to this extent. We left our home with some of our belongings, seeking refuge with the Red Crescent in Tel al-Hawa, as it is an international body and also an international health organization. The occupation has red lines that should not be exposed to. We were besieged by the occupation army for about a month and a week due to the severity of the destruction around us. The shrapnel reached the children and women on the upper floors, and many of them and the defenseless youth were martyred. During my presence, I was trying to hide my fear from my family and resort to drawing on my tablet, which I was able to take with me when I left the house, thank God. One of my drawings was based on my view of the genocide on our humanity, on the small child before the big one. Please help me by publishing my story and my family’s and your support for us 💔
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stardust-swan · 3 months ago
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Can you explain who Lalla Malika is? When I googled the only thing that came up were articles about a princess with the same name
Lalla Malika is a Moroccan jinniyya (female djinn, or genie in English). She's the daughter of a King of Djinn and a patroness of beauty and luxury. According to some legends, she was a human princess once upon a time. She speaks French, loves perfume, fine clothes (especially multicoloured with gold embroidery), cosmetics, henna, chocolates, and the colours pink and purple. Her name literally means "Lady Queen."
Names: Malika El Hawawiya, Malika Al-Huwawyia, Malika Al Zahwaniya, Nadir Al Alawi, Malika Zahouania, The Green Queen, The Divine Malika, The Jewish Queen, Malika Qouqia, Ghouqia, Sharīfa al-ʿAlawiyya, Shrifa el-Hassania, Moulet er-rouaieh (the Lady of Perfumes), Moulat el-Kfaten (the Lady of Kaftans), Bint al-Sultan (the Daughter of the Sultan), The Lady of Violet, Malika Rina, Daughter of the Mluk, Malika the Joyful, Malika la Amrani, Haji Malika, Malika Al Rahaniya, The Queen of the Queens, Malika al-Bidaouia, Malika al-Fassia, Lalla Hawa, Bint Mlouka
Origin: Morocco (but some Sufi Islam orders in other North African countries like the Tajaniyah of Algeria also revere her). Some believe her origin is specifically in the city of Fez, and that once upon a time in the 18th century, she was a human princess (the daughter of an unknown Sultan of the Alawite dynasty) who was known to be rebellious and libertine. According to ʿAbd ar-Rahim ʿAmrani, a prominent leader of a ḥamadsha troupe, she was from a prominent Algerian Jewish family who lived in the Mellah (Jewish quarter) in Fez. Another story goes that she was a noblewoman from Tlemcen, Algeria, who married a Jewish jeweller and merchant from Fez. And yet another story is that she was a woman from Meknes with a husband called Hammu; there are many other origin stories.
Sacred Sites: Wardrobes, armoires, palaces (she lives in a floating palace on an island with a beautiful gate, and particularly loves the palaces of Fez), Moulay Idris Zerhoun, Moulay Idris in Fez
Classification: She is a flying djinn (djinn tayyar), the strongest and most powerful type of jinn. Flying jinn are often associated with royal and sacred beings, possessing wings and appearing in forms such as falcons, hawks, pigeons, and hoopoes. They are rulers with dominion stretching across divine lands, notably between Jabal al-Nur in Mecca and the mountains of Tihama, making them inhabitants of the holy lands. Their leader is Moulai Ahmed al-Makki, who is the father of Malika, making her the princess of the flying djinn (one of her names, Malika El Hawawiya, is a reference to this, as "hawa" means "wind" in Arabic).
Role: Malika is highly regarded, and is considered not just a princess but also a queen, very respected among the jnun.
Relationships: She is particularly revered by the Nubian kings, including King Chamharouch (King of Thursday and of Moroccan jnun in general), Judge Ahmed (spiritual court judge), and King Abdullah al-Abyad (King of Friday). Together, these kings treat her as their own daughter, as they all descend from the righteous lineage of King Salah. She is also linked to Lord Idris, Memon, and Lalla Mira (many followers of Malika also revere Mira). On the other hand, she is said to have a rivalry with Lalla Aisha Qandisha.
Followers: She expects her followers to be well-groomed and stylish. Both female and male devotees are held to the same high standard of elegance - men must be clean shaven, wear new clothes and fine cologne. It's not a problem if you can't afford fine cologne - if you keep her in luxurious offerings, she'll provide economically for you.
She also provides in other ways, being particularly well-known for keeping devotees out of prison. Female followers of her often wear purple rings (and purple jewellery in general, but especially rings), although as far as I'm aware she doesn't require this. Intricate henna designs are often worn by her female followers, who have henna parties where devotional music is played as the designs are being painted. Her followers are known as the sons and daughters of Malika, and she is revered among many spiritual groups, including but not limited to the Gnawa, Jilala, Hamadsha and Isawiyya. Her presence brings a sense of acceptance, elevating her followers with her charm. It is believed that her followers are those who aspire to live in luxurious elegance. She is accepting of people on the margins of society, such as homosexuals and sex workers.
Her followers are known for their elegant looks and perfect manners, dressed in silk and gold, and leaving behind a trail of pleasant scents like oud and musk. They are noted for their regal demeanour, laughter, joy, energy, and social magnetism, and embody grace, cleanliness and charm.
Favoured People: Gays, bisexuals, crossdressers, young women, unmarried women, sex workers, Jews, eccentric women, modern women who like to smoke, drink and wear revealing clothes, very feminine women, effeminate men, handsome, charming and fun men, people who laugh a lot.
Power: Lalla Malika is untouchable by even the most powerful jinn or demonic forces. Her divine purity and strength make her immune to harm or interference. Her status as a "heavenly queen" stems from her being among the djinn tayyar, placing her beyond the reach of sorcery or malevolence.
Although she's powerful enough to do so, she never engages in attacks, instead choosing to withdraw her presence, leaving a void where there was once joy.
She has the power to grant wishes - her speciality is wishes dealing with obtaining wealth, money, power and abundance. Her power also helps her devotees gain an unfair advantage in matters concerning money through career, jobs, investments, business, assets and other means.
Personality: As well as her love of beauty and luxury, she is also famous for being joyful. It's said that if groups of women giggle, it's because of Lalla Malika's presence. Wherever her followers go, they make loving and accepting friends. Her presence enlivens celebrations. She loves gatherings full of laughter, vitality, and lively conversation, radiating joy and camaraderie wherever she goes. Those fortunate enough to share her company are cherished and admired. However, her radiant appeal also stirs jealousy among some women while earning admiration and love from men.
Aside from being joyful, her personality is also said to be ambitious, seeking status and refusing to let anyone diminish her worth. She exudes class and never settles for mediocrity. She may be considered vain by some, but never arrogant. She has no patience for trivial matters or the headaches of youth, but she treasures traditions, like the henna that graces her hands. She is strong yet compassionate, able to humble even the proudest man while fiercely protecting and nurturing her own. Her aura is transformative, filling any space she enters with laughter and harmony.
Despite her queenly aura, she's also said to be emotional, reminiscent of a young girl - prone to tears, worries and bouts of anger over small matters. But she is equally quick to laugh and find joy. Despite her sophistication, she maintains a sense of innocence and playfulness.
She is a little jealous, but in the way that all jnun are - for example, if Lalla Aisha has a special day, Lalla Malika will ask for one too. Most if not all jnun have the same need for recognition, so she is not unique in that regard. She is extremely accepting and leaves a lasting impression wherever she goes.
She is cosmopolitan, and unlike other jnun enjoys things from Europe and America, like European perfumes and American cigarettes. She speaks French, and some believe French is the only language she knows, although according to others she knows both French and classical Arabic.
She is very tolerant, and homesexuals, bisexuals, cross dressers, sex workers and Jews are protected by her. She encourages men to live their feminine sides publicly. Gay men are sometimes said to have a bit of Malika in them.
She is very flirtatious, sexually free, and loves handsome, charming, fun, well-groomed men - especially if they're married. Men are drawn to her - wherever she walks, they follow, eager to win her favour (women, on the other hand, often feel envy when they encounter her). She engages in sacred marriages and requires any man she's engaged to who's already married to get permission to continue relations with their wives or other women. She seduces people by passing her hands in front of their eyes, after which the person will only see clouds. He can't remember anything, not even his house, as the only thing he is aware of is her. After this, she will call his name and ask him to accept her wishes, to which he of course agrees. She then asks him to marry her, or to have sex with her - it's all the same to her. She commands her lovers to shave, wear cologne, and new clothes. Sometimes men go mad after Lalla Malika has lost interest in them; they can be heard calling her name as they wander around aimlessly, looking for her all night long.
Manifestation: She manifests as a happy spirit who signals her presence by tickling people and brings joy with her. She is considered very pure hearted and her goodness is evident to all. Her presence is also said to inspire romantic feelings and sexual attraction. She behaves very flirtatiously around handsome married men.
She looks like a very beautiful woman with black hair, a slightly tanned complexion, and large, expressive eyes, wearing clothes embroidered in gold thread (often a flowing mauve kaftan), adorned in gold jewellery. On Mondays and Thursdays (from dawn until midday), she wears green silk garments embroidered with gold, adorned with gold jewelry, precious stones, and scented with luxurious perfumes like oud, amber, and musk. She moves slowly and gracefully, like a deer, and sophistication and regality radiates from her.
On Wednesdays and Fridays (from afternoon until sunset), she appears in purple robes and wears the crown of the Seven Kings.
Her hair sometimes appears long and flowing, and sometimes appears short. Many followers report seeing her wear a purple ring (some say with roses on the edges), golden rings, delicate, fragrant flowers, a silver crown studded with diamonds or a veil of transparent lace, purple or white, with golden or silver embroidery. They also report her smelling really good. She sits with her right leg crossed over her left knee, her back straight and her gaze fixed and penetrating. She's said to have an aura of grace and serenity, an air of mystery, and a confident presence.
Her visits often take place at Moulay Idris Zerhoun, and the Moulay Idris in Fez. Usually she manifests in dreams and visions rather than taking possession of people.
She may also signal her presence with pleasant scents, such as oud, or with physical gifts like gold.
Music: Her favourite music is Gnawa - the Gnawa brotherhood do rituals to summon her, as do the Jilala brotherhood. The Hamadsha brotherhood also venerate her, but she doesn't respond to their dances.
The lyrics of her Rih are:
Welcome, Lalla Malika! Welcome, O'Alawiyya!
Welcome, Lalla Malika, to the hadra of Lalla Malika
Allah! Lalla Malika! I beseech Lalla Malika.
Allah! Lalla Malika! He who beseeches can have no fear.
Allah! Daughter of the Prophet.
Usually her rih is performed by the Gnawa or Jilala, but may be performed by the Hamadsha if she takes possession of one of their dancers.
Shrine: She lives in closets and armoires, and it's recommended to build a shrine to her inside of a wardrobe (which you fill up with fine garments, of course). I think a stylish dressing table could work if you have no wardrobe space though. Or why not dedicate a whole bedroom filled with beautiful things? When her devotees hold gatherings in her honour, they set the offerings out on a table with a purple cloth laid on it.
She is a benevolent djinn who loves spreading joy and doesn't attack, so she likely wouldn't mind sharing altar space with another deity. She has high standards and expects beauty and elegance though, so make sure to keep her altar beautiful and clean (she loves clean spaces in general), offering new treats regularly.
Days: She often descends to Earth to assist humans. On Mondays and Thursdays, she focuses on removing the oppression of lower spirits, lifting curses, and combating evil forces. On Wednesdays and Fridays, she joins spiritual gatherings where incense and perfumes are offered, often involving the Naqshbandi Sufi order, which opens the door to her presence. Thursday is the best day to perform rituals and make offerings to her, as she's said to preside over Thursdays (in Morocco it's considered the most magically powerful day). However, some people like to work with her on Sundays (also considered auspicious) or even Saturdays. Her favourite time of day is the afternoon.
Colours: Purple is the colour she's most heavily associated with. One of her names is "The Lady of Violet" and she's associated with all shades of it, like magenta, indigo, mallow, lavender, amethyst, lilac, Indian rose, aubergine, Persian blue, heliotrope, wisteria etc. She's also associated with green, pink, magenta and mauve. In Gnawa rituals, brown is used to represent her.
Scents: Pure oud, Oud el Qmari, sandalwood, pure musk, serghina. Also any perfume, especially if it's fine cologne.
Religion: Malika is said to be connected to both Islam and Judaism. She is associated with the Sabbath—where her presence is likened to a candle burning in observance. She is associated with figures like David and Mohammed, embodying a connection to both Judaism and Islam. She stands at the intersection of spirituality, prayer, and religion, embodying both worlds.
Unlike those who prioritize the afterlife by renouncing material needs, Malika embraces worldly delights. She represents vitality, light, activity and abundance, seeking offerings such as food, incense, and other forms of sustenance.
Despite her ties to Judaism, Malika is also considered honorable and noble by Muslims, respected by people of both faiths.
Offerings: She loves henna. She prefers tree-fill henna over dot-fill designs, and is particularly associated with Fassi style henna, but any delicate style of henna that showcases the artist's skill and is delightful to the eye is adequate, especially if it's floral. She also loves to receive delicate sweets and chocolates, incense, candles, cosmetics, dry fruits, luxurious clothing, especially multicoloured or with gold embroidery, sandalwood bark, mirrors and especially perfume. More detail on offerings in the post linked at the bottom, but in general she loves fine and precious things - it's said that her offerings are the same gifts a groom gives to his bride.
Dislikes: Blood, sadness, salty foods
Iconography: Fine perfumes, trays of precious and delicate sweets, gold, pink and purple hues, makeup, Fassi style henna, incense, a crown, a gold ring with a purple stone, lipstick, luxury kaftans, a mirror.
Honouring Her: Things you can do to feel closer to her are: playing gnawa music (this performance on YouTube is in honour of her, there is actually quite a bit of devotional music dedicated to her on YouTube and Spotify), lighting incense or bakhour, speaking or learning French or Arabic, organising your wardrobe, making sure you are well groomed, wearing stylish outfits (complete with jewellery and makeup), getting henna done in delicate, intricate, beautiful styles, wearing clothes, jewellery or accessories in her favourite colours, and spritzing perfume. You can also use emojis in her favourite colours on social media (on Moroccan social media, a purple heart 💜 is typically used, any post about her will have purple hearts in the comments and typically the caption. Personally I like using both purple and pink hearts as pink is also associated with her. Many people also use both pink and green in the same post. Other common emojis include the crown, candle, diamond, lotus flower, menorah, and Star of David emojis).
Planet: The Moon
Gemstone: Amethyst
Devotional Playlist
Is Lalla Malika a version of Aphrodite?
How to Dress When Doing Rituals for Lalla Malika
Invoke Lalla Malika if you want to seduce, wow and captivate people, or want luxury and pretty things in your life ✨💜💚
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DEATH AND DESTRUCTION EVERYWHERE ON THE 157TH DAY OF ISRAEL'S ONGOING GENOCIDE IN THE GAZA STRIP
Opening the first day of Ramadan, on the 157th day of Israel's ongoing war of genocide against the Palestinian population of the Gaza Strip, the Israeli occupation forces (IOF) committed a total of 7 new massacres of Palestinian families, resulting in the deaths of 67 Palestinian civilians, mostly women and children, and wounding another 106 others over the previous 24-hours.
In what has become a daily atrocity, Israeli occupation soldiers opened fire on hungry civilians waiting for food aid at the Al-Kuwaiti roundabout in Gaza City, shooting starving people in the street and resulting in the deaths of no less than 9 civilians, while wounding another 20 others.
In the north of Gaza, Zionist atrocities continued when occupation warplanes bombed a civilian home belonging to the Al-Saqqa family in the Al-Zaytoun neighborhood of Gaza City, killing at least seven civilians, including five children, and wounding another six others.
Similarly, Zionist fighter jets bombarded the Abu Shamala family home, also in the Al-Zaytoun neighborhood, slaughtering 16 civilians, including the wife of journalist Mufid Abu Shamala, along with all his children.
Occupation artillery fire also concentrated on several areas across the northern Gaza Strip, including the Al-Sabra, Tal al-Hawa, and Sheikh Ajlin neighborhoods of Gaza City, murdering three Palestinians who were transported to Al-Shifa Medical Complex.
Meanwhile, in central Gaza, intense bombardment and artillery shelling targeted several areas, including various refugee camps while targeting civilian residences and town squares.
Zionist forces also detonated another residential town square in the Al-Maghazi Refugee Camp after forcefully evacuating local residents, while Israeli artillery forces shelled several other targets across central Gaza, including the Al-Nuseirat Refugee Camp, Al-Bureij, Deir al-Balah and Al-Maghazi.
At the same time, IOF warplanes bombed the Abu Sinjar family home in Deir al-Balah, resulting in the martyrdom of eight civilians, while several others remain missing under the rubble, according to local medical sources.
In another atrocity, Israeli occupation aircraft bombed a civilian home in the village of Bani Suhaila, east of Khan Yunis, in the southern Gaza Strip, with a simultaneous bombing in the city center, killing and wounding a number of Palestinians.
In a similar crime, north of Khan Yunis, in south-central Gaza, occupation warplanes flattened an entire residential square in the center of the town of Al-Qarara with an intense bombardment, resulting in the martyrdom of no less than 11 civilians.
In two separate Zionist airstrikes, occupation warplanes targeted local residents in the town of Al-Qarara, killing at least five civilians, some of whom were taken to Al-Aqsa Martyrs Hospital in Deir al-Balah, while others were taken to the European Gaza Hospital.
IOF artillery shelling also targeted the Abasan Al-Kabira neighborhood of Khan Yunis, as well as the Khuza'a neighborhood, east of Khan Yunis.
The slaughter continued with the Zionist bombing of a civilian residence in the El Geneina neighborhood in the city of Rafah, in addition to bombings targeting the vicinity of local shelters and civilian tents belonging to displaced families.
Occupation aircraft also bombed a civilian residence belonging to the Saleh family in the Al-Saudi neighborhood of Rafah city, wounding three Palestinians, while a second bombing targeting the Abu Taha family home luckily resulted in no reported injuries.
As a result of Israel's ongoing war of genocide in the Gaza Strip, the infinitely rising death toll now exceeds 31'112 Palestinian civilians killed, more than 25'000 of which, or over 70%, were among women and children according the United States Pentagon, while another 72'760 others have been wounded in Zionist strikes since Israel's aggression in Gaza began on October 7th, 2023.
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