#LISAN

[luckyrave]

New Characters in Hiro Mashima's Upcoming Game Farmagia!

Farmagia is an upcoming game developed by Marvelous with Hiro Mashima behind the character designs, and we've got a bit of an insight on the description for each of these characters along with a small inclining of what the story will be about. The game will be released on November 1 with an announcement of an anime in the future.

[aisndry]

Lisan sebagai Penjaga Diri

Ada pepatah yg mengatakan "Apa yg kamu konsumsi nanti itulah yg menjadikan diri kamu menjadi seperti apa"

Sering kali kata yg kita keluarkan malah merendahkan diri sendiri atas ketidakmampuan karena membandingkan dengan hasil orang lain. Pada nyatanya, input-process-output tiap manusia berbeda-beda.

Ketika manusia memberikan afirmasi positif pada dirinya sendiri sebagai langkah awal penghargaan diri dalam membentenginya, maka ia punya visi dan misi dalam diri untuk menjadi seperti apa dalam memberikan dampak bagi dirinya dan orang sekitarnya. Kalau diri sendiri sudah dihargai maka ia pun dapat dengan mudah memberikan penghargaan secara positif terhadap lingkungannya.

[naftalin2027]

Eskilerin “yâr” dediğine şimdiler “manita” diyor. Eskilerin “nâz” dediğine şimdiler “trip” diyor. Eskilerin “sevda” dediğine şimdikiler “ilişki” diyor.

Eskiler bakmaya kıyamazken şimdikiler canına kıyıyor.

Farsçada “dil” “gönül” demek ve bozulan sadece lisan değil, dilimiz oldu..

[kalibrasirasakafs]

Allah Ta’ala berfirman.

يَا أَيُّهَا الَّذِينَ آمَنُوا اجْتَنِبُوا كَثِيرًا مِّنَ الظَّنِّ إِنَّ بَعْضَ الظَّنِّ إِثْمٌ ۖ وَلَا تَجَسَّسُوا

“Hai orang-orang yang beriman, jauhilah kebanyakan berprasangka, karena sesungguhnya sebagian tindakan berprasangka adalah dosa dan janganlah kamu mencari-car kesalahan orang lain” [Al-Hujurat/49 : 12]

Rasulullah Shallallahu ‘alaihi wa sallam bersabda.

إِيَّا كُمْ وَالظَّنَّ فَإِنَّ الظَّنَّ أَكْذَبُ الْحَدِيْثِ وَلاَ تَحَسَّسُوا وَلاَ تَجَسَّسُوا وَلاَ تَحَاسَدُوا وَلاَتَدَابَرُوا وَلاَتَبَاغَضُوا وَكُوْنُواعِبَادَاللَّهِ إحْوَانًا

“Berhati-hatilah kalian dari tindakan berprasangka buruk, karena prasangka buruk adalah sedusta-dusta ucapan. Janganlah kalian saling mencari berita kejelekan orang lain, saling memata-matai, saling mendengki, saling membelakangi, dan saling membenci. Jadilah kalian hamba-hamba Allah yang bersaudara”

Disebutkan dalam kitab Al-Hilyah karya Abu Nu’aim (II/285) bahwa Abu Qilabah Abdullah bin Yazid Al-Jurmi berkata : “Apabila ada berita tentang tindakan saudaramu yang tidak kamu sukai, maka berusaha keraslah mancarikan alasan untuknya. Apabila kamu tidak mendapatkan alasan untuknya, maka katakanlah kepada dirimu sendiri, “Saya kira saudaraku itu mempunyai alasan yang tepat sehingga melakukan perbuatan tersebut”.

Sufyan bin Husain berkata, “Aku pernah menyebutkan kejelekan seseorang di hadapan Iyas bin Mu’awiyyah. Beliaupun memandangi wajahku seraya berkata, “Apakah kamu pernah ikut memerangi bangsa Romawi?” Aku menjawab, “Tidak”. Beliau bertanya lagi, “Kalau memerangi bangsa Sind[2], Hind (India) atau Turki?” Aku juga menjawab, “Tidak”. Beliau berkata, “Apakah layak, bangsa Romawi, Sind, Hind dan Turki selamat dari kejelekanmu sementara saudaramu yang muslim tidak selamat dari kejelekanmu?” Setelah kejadian itu, aku tidak pernah mengulangi lagi berbuat seperti itu”

Semoga Ramadhan ini membuat aku, kamu, kita, dan kalian tak lagi bergelut dalam hati dan mudah melontarkan lisan prasangka buruk sehingga melebarkan jarak padahal kita bersaudara. Mari bertabayyun, mari merasakan dgn hati, mari membantu. Bukan hanya sibuk mengomentari.

Dan..

Semoga silaturahmi yg terjalin sebelum, selama, dan setelah Ramadhan bukan sekedar tradisi melainkan hadir dari hati sehingga merekatkan hati, tak mampu lisan ini bertanya, berkata tajam: kapan kerja? Kapan nikah? Mana mobilmu? Yg lain anaknya sudah banyak, kamu mana? Dan seterusnya.

Your Never Walk Alone

Karena kita bersaudara

Ukhuwah Islamiyah

Ikatannya kuat bahkan hingga ke surga

Saling menanggung, menguatkan, mendoakan, menolong dengan segala upaya terbaik.

Karena cinta, maka tak akan terpikir tentang aibnya orang-orang yang dicinta. Cintanya menutup aib, yg terngiang hanya kebaikannya saja.

Karena cinta, justru akan menghadirkan rasa empati lebih besar kepada yg dicinta.

Menumbuhkan cinta dengan mengingat kebaikan-kebaikannya.. Maka aib-aibnya menjadi tertutup.

Maka, torehkan amal baik terbaik sepanjang masa agar yg diingat dan didoakan orang-orang adalah kebaikan untuk kita.

Dan kita wafat dalam keadaan harum namanya. Dikenang sebagai orang baik, dishalatkan oleh banyak manusia sholih dan sholihah. (Aamiin Yaa Allah)

_IbuMujahidInsyaaAllah_

D_tya-K

[coldprism]

Rhaenyra watching Vermithor decimate those poor souls from her balcony like it's a concert

[teluhancom]

Yabancı Dil Öğrenmenin Hızlı ve Etkili Yöntemleri

Yabancı dil öğrenmek, birçok insan için zorlu bir süreç olabilir. Ancak, doğru yöntemlerle bu süreci hızlandırmak ve daha etkili hale getirmek mümkündür. Yabancı dil öğrenme sürecinde sabırlı olmak ve düzenli çalışmak önemlidir. Kendinize hedefler belirleyerek motive olabilir ve dil becerilerinizi hızla geliştirebilirsiniz. Unutmayın, her adımınız sizi hedefinize bir adım daha yaklaştıracaktır.…

[menepih-sejenak]

Salah satu cara terbaik adalah dengan mendoakan kebaikan bagi orang-orang yang pernah menyakiti hatimu.

Bersabarlah, carilah ruang dimana kamu bahagia.

Jika tak ada ruang untuk bahagia mu maka menepihlah sejenak, ada banyak hal yang bisa direnungi dari kesendirian itu. Atau kalau bisa menengadahlah lagi di tiap keheningan malam.

Rasanya akan nikmat sekali, di keheningan malam sambil menangis berdo'a Ya Allah... ya Allah...

"Perkenalanlah permintaan ku, kalaupun tidak mudahkan lah aku untuk ridho akan semua, serta kuatkanlah hatiku dari permainan dunia yang kadang membuat membuat ku lellah, kadang juga membuat air mataku tumpah ruah di kelilingi oleh rasa sakit pula.

Kuatkanlah... Kuatkanlah Pundakku

Jauhkanlah aku dari rasa yang berkepanjangan.

Mungkin itulah isi sebahagian do'amu di keheningan malam itu. Memang tak semua yang kita minta akan segera di kabulkan detik itu juga. Tapi yakinlah bahwa setiap do'amu adalah 'IYA' hanya saja kita tak tau iya yang bagaimana yang akan terjadi.

Teruntuk jiwa-jiwa yang pernah diSAKITI oleh manusia manusia yang tak tau apa yang sebenarnya dan kebenarannya, semoga hati mu lapang untuk mengikhlaskan perihal perlakuan manusia lain terhadapmu.

Biarlah Allah yang membalasnya, kamu tak perlu berdo'a yang tak baik untuk mereka. Do'akan saja kebaikan untuknya semoga cukup kamu yang pertama dan terakhir yang merasakan sakit darinya.

Kadang manusia itu aneh, mereka dengan asyiknya menggoreskan luka laly tetiba seolah-olah mereka yang terluka pada sebenarnya goresan yang mereka berikan pada orang lain tak kalah jauh lebih menyakitkan. Bahkan sangat menyakitkan.

Saking sakit terkadang lukanya sudah sembuh tapi bekas masih tersimpan abadi bahkan bertahun-tahun lamanya.

Ada hikmah juga didalam adalah berhati-hati dari mengeluarkan kata-kata, liat siapa orang yang sedang berhadapan dengan kita, liat pula kondisi dan sekitarnya.

Jangan sampai kita niat ingin menghibur kawan yang bersedih lantas malah semakin sedih tersebab lisan kita yang tak terkontrol.

Memang benar ya lidah tak bertulang namun lebih tajam dari pada pedang yang sangat tajam.

-keheningan malam, selasa 06 februari 2024

[sadrusseria]

‏قال ابن حجر العسقلاني - رحمه الله - :

ذكر الوجع ليس بِشكاية، فكَم من ساكتٍ وهو

ساخط، وكَم من شاكٍ وهو راضٍ، فالمعول في

ذلك على عمل القلب لا على نطق اللِّسان.

فتح الباري (١٢٥/١٠)

İbn Hacer el-Askalânî rahimehullah dedi ki :

Elemden dolayı söylenmek şikâyet değildir. Sustuğu hâlde kızgın olan nice kişiler var ve râzı olduğu halde şikâyet eden nice kişiler var. Burada kalbin ameline bakılması gerekir dilden çıkana değil.

[thedeadtravelfast]

this is the plot right?

[theglassware]

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Jangan sampai kita menyakiti orang lewat lisan dan tulisan. Tapi jika kita digituin, ikhlasin aja maafin. Usahakan seperti itu.

[langithatiunic]

Jika saja hati manusia bisa dibaca seketika itu pula tanpa harus menerka tanpa harus berprasangaka entah seperti hubungan manusia satu sama lain, tapi Allah menciptakan berbagai macam. Rasa dimana manusia harus bijak mengendalikan rasa, rasa apapun ituu marah, takut, cemas, bahagia, sedih, senang, pun emosi jiwa negatif sekalipun seprti iri, dengki,hasud, sombong, dll

Allah menciptakan Rasa sabar dan syukur yang pahalanya tak main-main bahkan tanpa batas... Sebab tak mudah bagi seorang hamba untuk mengendalikan perasaan trsebebut, pun tak mudah bagi seorang hamba untk mengontrol lisan nya dan melatih empatinya.. Banyak bahkan terkadang orang terdekat yang justru tanpa sadar melukai hatii, jika tak pandai merasa berhati-hati lah terhadap lisan sendiri, sebab keselamatan seseorang terdapat pada lisannya

[starsea]

[ghostgirl101]

Imagine if Paul Atreides claimed you as his destiny: PART Ⅰ of Ⅱ

|| Word Count: 1.5K || Angst → Fluff ||

A/N: I had this as a big idea that I had to get down before the basic headcanons and stuff, so here's my take on our Lisan al Gaib 😎 if you like this then hit me up for some relationship headcanons and the like, I'm up for it all. Enjoy reading or watching the movie if you haven't already - I'm going again lol, and screen X is the best way to experience it fr Also I feel like I should write a second part to this lmao, if you liked what you read?

You weren't one for dreams of destiny.

The dreams you had seemed meaningless, confusing, nothing to do with what ifs and what could. Not like his.

But you always seemed to feel some kind of atmosphere, an aura you couldn't quite shake off, even when you woke up from the darkness. There was no face to go with the voice, the voice in the dark that called to you in whispers that you didn't understand. Beautiful words that weren't yours, but sounded so soft and gentle and powerful, as they reached out to you from distant lands.

You could never place them, pin them down and study them, understand them, until the day the Emperor was challenged by a ghost of a lost House, thought to be dead, left to be forgotten. You stand near the Emperor and his guards and men, the Great Houses looming and listening from higher above, as the Fremen fill up the space to watch the confrontation in spirited anticipation.

The life debt was paid. The late Emperor was overthrown. The ascendancy of Paul Atreides rose and took from the throne to claim it.

His attention flicks from his eyes boring coldly into the Emperor's, to meet yours, his voice smooth and set, full of conviction and force.

"Our destiny is together. I'll take her."

Your eyes widen slightly as his words sink in, blinking through the shock and incredulity that rushes through you and makes your heart race in apprehension and wonder. Though his voice twins with your wandering dreams, you don't know whether to feel fascination and longing, or fear and cautiousness at some greater force beyond your understanding, playing out before your very eyes.

"I..." your voice falters in uncertainty and disbelief, and you try again. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me well," Paul responds with an undying, stoic certainty that's almost unnerving. "As I know you."

His eyes study you, his Spice-stained blue eyes bleeding into yours, scanning every freckle on your face and curve of your outfit. Assessing you, knowing you, ridiculous throngs of power filling his aura and projecting onto you with his intense stare. You have to fight not to shiver under it, ultimately failing.

"What of me?" is the wisest reply you can think of before the silence stretches into dangerous uncertainty.

"Everything," Paul says evenly, but there's no mistaking the challenge and determination in his tone, almost daring you to reject him, to disagree, a built-up desire of dreamt promises resolving his stand. "I choose you, as my Empress. We will rule together, over the Empire."

Scepticism and bewilderment washes over you and makes your blood heat and stir, retreating into silence as he takes a step closer to you, gazing at you as if you're the most curious, exotic being he's ever seen.

Desire threatens to override Paul Atreides' reason, clinging onto the hope and chance of a narrow way through to light, a light that could only be sought out with you by his side. Without you, there was nothing in sight but pools of blood replacing luscious marine life and oceans running through Arrakis, disarray and disillusion at every turn and infecting every heart.

You were absolutely perfect.

And you were already his, long before this moment, before you and he were born into the world and named. There was no manipulation needed, because everything was laid out for him to take, welcoming him to rule and grow higher and higher. Fate had bonded you and strung you along to here and now, and as you blink up into his bright eyes that narrow slightly at you, frowning softly as if you hadn't understood his demand.

"Do you know what I am?"

You pause for a moment, speaking slowly and cautiously, as the crowd of Fremen and the wary, late Emperor watch on in tense wordlessness. "You are Leto Atreides' son. Former Duke of Caladan."

"What I am," Paul repeats evenly, "not who I am." He stares at you in silence for another beat, before speaking up again. "Do you know of the Bene Gesserit?"

You stop yourself from glancing in Lady Jessica's direction just in time; the runes patterning her skin, her once soft eyes now spiked with an unfamiliar darkness of ages past. Anyone could get trapped in her watchful glare, and her son's holds almost as much intensity.

"No," you decide on hesitantly.

"Kwisatz Hederach," he adds, taking another step forward until you can feel his breath tickling your cheeks, standing above you with unspoken grace and vigor. "I see the future. A part of me is the future."

His hand is suddenly squeezing yours warmly and tightly, making you flinch slightly and glance down at them before looking back up at him.

"In this future, I am with you."

All you can do is stare at him in awe and wariness, not knowing whether to let your curiosity guide you, or distance yourself as far as possible from the boy who reigns over the dunes.

"Why?" you whisper, the crowds seeming to fade around you as you focus on the boy in front of you, his fingers tangling with yours boldly.

"I've seen it," Paul insists, his tone a touch softer in thought and wistfulness. "All of it. When I am with you..." His grip tightens over yours, the fire in his eyes returning. "We're unstoppable."

"And..." your words dry before you can speak them, and you will yourself to go on, unable to break away from the deep blue hues of his gaze. "And without?"

His jaw visibly clenches at your question, and his hand drops yours, shaking his head only answer as he glances away in slight frustration.

"You don't have the leisure of choice. It's all been made for you, written in the sands and stars, and what you need to do is walk in its path. I will show you the way. You have no other. Do you understand?"

The firmness is strong in his words and glare, making you look away from him too, still in a slight stun over the rush of events. In less than a day, your freedom has been stripped to this young man's desires and destiny, entwined with yours. You, who barely knew him until now, only familiar with his voice, his words, that echoed and rang in your head like a lullaby.

But this feels so harsh and strict. The eyes of the former Emporer linger between the two of you, and Paul's army of Fremen stand behind him attentively, some gazing at you in admiration and hope, of their messiah's promised bride. And she is beautiful.

"That's unfair."

"The future is unfair," Paul says calmly, his collected, cool tone wavering for a moment. "But it will be so much worse without you by my side, and I will not accept that. Not for my people... not for myself."

You stare at him in fascination and caution, lost for words. His fingers rise to brush against the skin of your cheek, sending tingles in their wake and making you fight back the automatic reaction, your eyes following his surprisingly gentle touch. Two fingers trace down the shape of your cheek down to your chin, tilting your head slightly upwards. Just one step closer, and your lips would be touching too.

"Name anything," he murmurs to you, the Fremen straining to hear his voice as it reaches you effortlessly, his expression earnest and determined. "Anything. And it is yours. Only if you willingly wed me in turn. Not as a concubine, nor a mistress."

You blink, then blink again, taken aback as a million thoughts and suggestions race through your mind and make your head spin for a split second. You glance at the elder Emperor, who gazes back at you and the infamous Lisan al Gaib wearily, his eyes clouded with sombreness and light spite.

"I... I don't," you shake your head, overwhelmed by an impossible choice. "I don't know..."

Paul's expression softens into a smile you haven't seen before, one that makes your cheeks flush with colour as you watch him; a gentle, amused smile that's somehow familiar and unfamiliar all at once, one meant just for you, as he disregards his surroundings.

"You will know," he replies quietly, "and I will have you, and protect you, rule with you. Love you. As I am meant to."

Paul suddenly brings you closer, pulling you into a searing kiss without warning. The exotic, earthy taste of the Spice on his tongue floods your senses and sends shudders of ecstasy and heat coursing under your skin and hushing the myriad of thoughts buzzing in your mind in an instant.

When he pulls away, all too soon, you find yourself chasing his lips before you catch yourself, and Paul gives you another soft smile, his forehead resting against yours as your eyes lock.

"And as I long to," he finishes against your lips, his words grounded with a look of protectiveness and desire that makes you instinctively relax further in his hold.

⊹⊹⊹

From beyond you both, his mother smiles slightly at the scene, a hand hovering over her rounded stomach.

The first step has been made.

══════════════⊹⊱≼ part two coming soon ≽⊰⊹══════════════

[serbestcagrisiir]

En çok eksikliğini çektiğim şey,

Belki de, "anlamak".

Anlaşılmak?

Onu zaten geçtim, aramıyorum bile...

Ama anlayamamak ne zormuş!

İnsanları anlamak, kültürü anlamak, konuşulanları anlamak

ve hatta bazen hangi dil konuşulduğunu anlamak...

Bir lisan bir insan derler ya

Yarim lisan hiç insan demekmiş.

İnsan her dilde karakter değiştirirmiş.

Öteki olduğun yerde nasıl şen şakrak ola ki?

Dilini kimsenin bilmediği bir yerde,

Dillerinde 'dert' diye bi kelime bile yokken,

Derdini kim anlaya ki?

Yoldaş falan da aramıyorum ama bu anlamsızlık,

Anlam verememe ve anlayamamak hâli ne çok yorarmış insanı meğer!

[ayobermedia]

Selamatkan Saudaramu dari Lisan dan Tanganmu

Seorang laki-laki bertanya kepada Rasulullah SAW, “Siapakah orang muslim yang paling baik?” Beliau menjawab, “Seseorang yang orang-orang muslim yang lain selamat dari gangguan lisan dan tangannya.” (HR.Muslim) Hal yang sama juga diriwayatkan oleh Abdullah bin Amru. Nabi Muhammad SAW bersabda, “Seorang muslim adalah orang yang kaum Muslimin selamat dari lisan dan tangannya, dan seorang Muhajir…