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তাকওয়ার পোশাক শ্রেষ্ঠ পোশাক

The Garment of Piety is the Best Garment

তাকওয়া : এক মহিমান্বিত গুণ

তাকওয়া মুমিনের এ��টি অপরিহার্য গুণ। কুরআন মাজীদে তাকওয়া অবলম্বনকারীদের জন্য অনেক সুসংবাদ বর্ণিত হয়েছে। আল্লামা ফাইরোযাবাদী রাহ. তাঁর কিতাব بصائر ذوي التمييز -এ কুরআনে কারীমে বর্ণিত সুসংবাদগুলো উল্লেখ করেছেন। কুরআনে কারীমের প্রায় ২৭ স্থানে মুত্তাকীদের জন্য সুসংবাদ উল্লেখিত হয়েছে। কিছু সুসংবাদের আয়াত এখানে উল্লেখ করা হল-

১. আল্লাহর পক্ষ থেকে সাহায্যের সুসংবাদ :

নিশ্চয়ই আল্লাহ তাঁদের সাথে থাকেন, যারা তাকওয়া অবলম্বন করে। -সূরা নাহল (১৬) : ১২৮

২. গুনাহ মাফ এবং বিরাট আজরের সুসংবাদ :

যে তাকওয়া অবলম্বন করে আল্লাহ তার গুনাহসমূহ মাফ করে দেন এবং তাকে বিরাট আজর দান করেন। -সূরা ত্বলাক (৬৫) : ৫

৩. মাগফিরাতের সুসংবাদ :

তোমরা আল্লাহকে ভয় করো। নিশ্চয়ই আল্লাহ ক্ষমাশীল দয়ালু। -সূরা আনফাল (৮) : ৬৯

৪. সকল কাজ সহজ হওয়ার সুসংবাদ :

যে তাক্বওয়া অবলম্বন করে আল্লাহ তার সব বিষয় সহজ করে দেন। -সূরা ত্বলাক (৬৫) : ৪

৫. সফলতার সুসংবাদ :

নিশ্চয়ই মুত্তাকীদের জন্য রয়েছে সফলতা। -সূরা নাবা (৭৮) : ৩১

৬. প্রশস্ত রিযিকের সুসংবাদ :

এবং তাকে রিযিক দান করেন অকল্পনীয়ভাবে। -সূরা ত্বালাক (৬৫) : ৩

৭. সম্মান-মর্যাদার সুসংবাদ :

নিশ্চয়ই আল্লাহর নিকট সবচেয়ে সম্মানিত ব্যক্তি হচ্ছে মুত্তাকীগণ। -সূরা হুজুরত (৪৯) : ১৩

৮. আল্লাহর মহব্বতের সুসংবাদ :

নিশ্চয়ই আল্লাহ মুত্তাকীদেরকে ভালোবাসেন। -সূরা তাওবা (৯) : ৪

৯. কবূলিয়্যাতের সুসংবাদ :

নিশ্চয়ই আল্লাহ মুত্তাকীদের থেকে কবুল করেন। -সূরা মায়েদা (৫) : ২৭

১০. শ্রেষ্ঠত্বের সুসংবাদ :

যাঁরা তাকওয়া অবলম্বন করে তারা কিয়ামতের দিন তাদের (কাফেরদের) উপরে থাকবে। -সূরা বাকারা (২) : ২১২

১১. শাস্তির ভয় থেকে মুক্ত থাকার সুসংবাদ :

যারা তাকওয়া অবলম্বন করে এবং সৎ থাকে, তাদের কোনো ভয় নেই এবং তারা কখনো দুঃখিত হবে না। -সূরা আরাফ (৮) : ৩৫

১২. জান্নাতে বিভিন্ন নিআমতের এবং আল্লাহর দীদার লাভের সুসংবাদ :

যারা তাকওয়া অবলম্বন করেছে তারা থাকবে উদ্যানরাজি ও নহরে। সত্যিকারের মর্যাদাপূর্ণ আসনে, সর্বময় ক্ষমতার অধিকারী মহা সম্রাটের সান্নিধ্যে। -সূরা ক্বমার (৫৪) : ৫৪-৫৫

তাকওয়া অর্জনের ৭ উপায়

তাকওয়া মানে সতর্ক ও সচেতন থাকা। বান্দা সতর্ক থাকবে কিছুতেই যেন গুনাহের কাজ সংঘটিত না হয়; আর নেক আমল কিছুতেই যেন না ছোটে। হজরত ওমর ফারুক (রা.) উবাই ইবনে কাব (রা.)-কে জিজ্ঞেস করলেন, তাকওয়া কী? উবাই ইবনে কাব (রা.) বলেন, আপনি কি কখনও কাঁটা বিছানো পথে হেঁটেছেন? ওমর (রা.) বললেন, হ্যাঁ। উবাই ইবনে কাব (রা.) বলেন, কাঁটা বিছানো পথে আপনি কীভাবে হেঁটেছেন? ওমর (রা.) বলেন, সতর্ক-সচেতনতার সঙ্গে যাতে আমার শরীরে কাঁটা না বিঁধে। উবাই ইবনে কাব (রা.) বললেন, এটাই হচ্ছে তাকওয়া।

কাঁটাযুক্ত পথে কাঁটা থেকে বাঁচার জন্য মানুষ যেভাবে সতর্ক হয়ে চলে, ঠিক সেভাবে আল্লাহর শাস্তি থেকে বাঁচার জন্য আল্লাহর নিষিদ্ধ বিধানগুলো থেকে বেঁচে থাকা এবং আল্লাহর কাছ থেকে পুরস্কার পাওয়ার আশায় নেক আমল করার নামই হলো তাকওয়া। অর্থাৎ রবের ভয়ে পাপ থেকে বিরত থাকা। রবের রহমতের আশায় সওয়াবের কাজ না ছাড়া। (তাফসিরে ইবনে কাসির: ১/৪০)

আল্লাহ রাব্বুল আলামিনের পছন্দের বান্দা হতে চাইলে তাকওয়া-পরহেজগারির বিকল্প নেই। এ কারণেই তিনি পবিত্র কোরআনের বিভিন্ন আয়াতে তাকওয়া অবলম্বনের আদেশ করেছেন এবং তাকওয়া অবলম্বনকারীদের ভালোবাসেন বলে ঘোষণা দিয়েছেন। ইরশাদ হয়েছে, ‘নিশ্চয়ই তোমাদের মধ্যে মুত্তাকি বান্দারা আল্লাহর কাছে পছন্দনীয় এবং ভালোবাসার পাত্র।’ (সুরা হুজরাত: ১৩)

যেসব আমলের মাধ্যমে তাকওয়া অর্জন করা সহজ হয়, পবিত্র কোরআনের আলোকে সে বিষয়গুলো নিচে আলোচনা করা হলো—

১) কোরআন শিক্ষা করা আল্লাহ তাআলা বলেন, নিশ্চয় আমি এ কোরআনে মানুষের জন্য সব দৃষ্টান্তই বর্ননা করেছি, যাতে তারা শিক্ষা গ্রহণ করে। বক্রতামুক্ত আরবি কোরআন,যাতে তারা তাকওয়া অবলম্বন করে। (সুরা জুমার: ২৭-২৮)

২) আল্লাহর সৃষ্টি নিয়ে চিন্তা করা আল্লাহর সৃষ্টি নিয়ে চিন্তা করার মাধ্যমে অন্তরে তাকওয়া সৃষ্টি হয়। আল্লাহ তাআলা বলেন, ‘নিশ্চয়ই রাত ও দিবসের বিবর্তন এবং আসমানসমূহ ও জমিনে যা আল্লাহ সৃষ্টি করেছেন, তাতে বহু নিদর্শন রয়েছে এমন কওমের জন্য, যারা তাকওয়া অবলম্বন করে।’ (সুরা ইউনুস: ৬)

৩) ইখলাসের সঙ্গে আল্লাহর ইবাদত করা আল্লাহ তাআলার ইবাদতের মাধ্যমে অন্তরে তাকওয়া সৃষ্টি হয়, চাই সেটা ফরজ ইবাদত হোক কিংবা নফল। ইরশাদ হয়েছে, ‘হে মানুষ! তোমরা তোমাদের রবের ইবাদত করো। যিনি সৃষ্টি করেছেন তোমাদেরকে এবং তোমাদের আগে যারা ছিল, তাদেরকে। যাতে তোমরা তাকওয়া অবলম্বন করো। (সুরা বাকারা: ২১)

৪) রোজা তাকওয়া সৃষ্টি করে যেসব ইবাদতের মাধ্যমে অন্তরে তাকওয়া সৃষ্টি হয়, তন্মধ্যে একটি হলো ‘রোজা’। আল্লাহ তাআলা বলেন, ‘হে মুমিনগণ! তোমাদের ওপর রোজা ফরজ করা হয়েছে, যেভাবে ফরজ করা হয়েছিল তোমাদের পূর্ববর্তীদের ওপর। যাতে তোমরা তাকওয়া অবলম্বন করো।’ (সুরা বাকারা: ১৮৩)

৫) পরকালের ভয়াবহতা বিষয়ে আয়াত ও হাদিস পাঠ করা পরকাল ও তার ভয়াবহতা সম্পর্কিত কোরআনের আয়াত ও হাদিসগুলো বেশি বেশি অধ্যয়ন করার মাধ্যমে অন্তরে তাকওয়া সৃষ্টি হয়। আল্লাহ তাআলা বলেন, তাদের জন্য তাদের উপর দিকে থাকবে আগুনের আচ্ছাদন আর তাদের নিচের দিকেও থাকবে (আগুনের) আচ্ছাদন; এর মাধ্যমে আল্লাহ তাঁর বান্দাদের ভয় দেখান। হে আমার বান্দারা! তোমরা আমাকে ভয় করো। (সুরা জুমার: ১৬)

৬) সুবিচার বা ইনসাফ পবিত্র কোরআনে মহান আল্লাহ বলেছেন, ‘তোমরা সুবিচার করো। কেননা তা তাকওয়ার নিকটবর্তী।’ (সুরা মায়িদা: ৮)

৭) নবীপ্রেম নবীজি (স.)-এর প্রতি ভালোবাসা, শ্রদ্ধা ও তাঁর অনুসরণ মানুষকে উত্তম চরিত্র অবলম্বন করতে বাধ্য করে এবং প্রকৃত মুত্তাকিতে রূপান্তর করে। নবীজির প্রতি শ্রদ্ধার গুরুত্ব বোঝাতে গিয়ে মহান আল্লাহ বলেন, ‘যারা আল্লাহর রাসুলের সামনে নিজেদের কণ্ঠস্বর নিচু করে, আল্লাহ তাদের অন্তরকে তাকওয়ার জন্য পরিশোধিত করেছেন। তাদের জন্য রয়েছে ক্ষমা ও মহা পুরস্কার। (সুরা হুজরাত: ৩)

আমরা যদি তাকওয়ার পথে চলতে পারি, তা হলে আল্লাহ রাব্বুল আলামিন বিশাল পুরস্কার দেবেন। মুত্তাকিদের জন্য দুনিয়া-আখেরাতে আনন্দ এবং স্বাচ্ছন্দ্যের জীবন উপহার প্রদান করবেন তিনি। ইরশাদ হয়েছে, ‘যারা ঈমান এনেছে এবং তাকওয়া অর্জন করেছে তাদের জন্য রয়েছে সুসংবাদ দুনিয়া এবং আখেরাতে।’ (সুরা ইউনুস: ৬৩-৬৪)

তাকওয়ার আরও একটি নগদপ্রাপ্তি হচ্ছে কামাই-রুজি সহজ হয়ে যাওয়া এবং বরকত লাভ করা। ইরশাদ হয়েছে, ‘যে ব্যক্তি তাকওয়া অবলম্বন করবে, আল্লাহ তার মুক্তির ব্যবস্থা করবেন এবং এমনভাবে রিজিক দান করবেন, যা সে ভাবতেও পারেনি।’ (সুরা তালাক: ২-৩)। আল্লাহ তাআলা মুসলিম উম্মাহকে তাকওয়া-পরহেজগারির জীবন অবলম্বনের তাওফিক দান করুন। আমিন।

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তাকওয়ার পোশাক শ্রেষ্ঠ পোশাক

The Garment of Piety is the Best Garment

তাকওয়া : এক মহিমান্বিত গুণ

তাকওয়া মুমিনের একটি অপরিহার্য গুণ। কুরআন মাজীদে তাকওয়া অবলম্বনকারীদের জন্য অনেক সুসংবাদ বর্ণিত হয়েছে। আল্লামা ফাইরোযাবাদী রাহ. তাঁর কিতাব بصائر ذوي التمييز -এ কুরআনে কারীমে বর্ণিত সুসংবাদগুলো উল্লেখ করেছেন। কুরআনে কারীমের প্রায় ২৭ স্থানে মুত্তাকীদের জন্য সুসংবাদ উল্লেখিত হয়েছে। কিছু সুসংবাদের আয়াত এখানে উল্লেখ করা হল-

১. আল্লাহর পক্ষ থেকে সাহায্যের সুসংবাদ :

২. গুনাহ মাফ এবং বিরাট আজরের সুসংবাদ :

৩. মাগফিরাতের সুসংবাদ :

তোমরা আল্লাহকে ভয় করো। নিশ্চয়ই আল্লাহ ক্ষমাশীল দয়ালু। -সূরা আনফাল (৮) : ৬৯

৪. সকল কাজ সহজ হওয়ার সুসংবাদ :

যে তাক্বওয়া অবলম্বন করে আল্লাহ তার সব বিষয় সহজ করে দেন। -সূরা ত্বলাক (৬৫) : ৪

৫. সফলতার সুসংবাদ :

নিশ্চয়ই মুত্তাকীদের জন্য রয়েছে সফলতা। -সূরা নাবা (৭৮) : ৩১

৬. প্রশস্ত রিযিকের সুসংবাদ :

এবং তাকে রিযিক দান করেন অকল্পনীয়ভাবে। -সূরা ত্বালাক (৬৫) : ৩

৭. সম্মান-মর্যাদার সুসংবাদ :

৮. আল্লাহর মহব্বতের সুসংবাদ :

নিশ্চয়ই আল্লাহ মুত্তাকীদেরকে ভালোবাসেন। -সূরা তাওবা (৯) : ৪

৯. কবূলিয়্যাতের সুসংবাদ :

নিশ্চয়ই আল্লাহ মুত্তাকীদের থেকে কবুল করেন। -সূরা মায়েদা (৫) : ২৭

১০. শ্রেষ্ঠত্বের সুসংবাদ :

১১. শাস্তির ভয় থেকে মুক্ত থাকার সুসংবাদ :

১২. জান্নাতে বিভিন্ন নিআমতের এবং আল্লাহর দীদার লাভের সুসংবাদ :

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তাকওয়ার পোশাক শ্রেষ্ঠ পোশাক

The Garment of Piety is the Best Garment

তাকওয়া : এক মহিমান্বিত গুণ

১. আল্লাহর পক্ষ থেকে সাহায্যের সুসংবাদ :

২. গুনাহ মাফ এবং বিরাট আজরের সুসংবাদ :

৩. মাগফিরাতের সুসংবাদ :

তোমরা আল্লাহকে ভয় করো। নিশ্চয়ই আল্লাহ ক্ষমাশীল দয়ালু। -সূরা আনফাল (৮) : ৬৯

৪. সকল কাজ সহজ হওয়ার সুসংবাদ :

যে তাক্বওয়া অবলম্বন করে আল্লাহ তার সব বিষয় সহজ করে দেন। -সূরা ত্বলাক (৬৫) : ৪

৫. সফলতার সুসংবাদ :

নিশ্চয়ই মুত্তাকীদের জন্য রয়েছে সফলতা। -সূরা নাবা (৭৮) : ৩১

৬. প্রশস্ত রিযিকের সুসংবাদ :

এবং তাকে রিযিক দান করেন অকল্পনীয়ভাবে। -সূরা ত্বালাক (৬৫) : ৩

৭. সম্মান-মর্যাদার সুসংবাদ :

৮. আল্লাহর মহব্বতের সুসংবাদ :

নিশ্চয়ই আল্লাহ মুত্তাকীদেরকে ভালোবাসেন। -সূরা তাওবা (৯) : ৪

৯. কবূলিয়্যাতের সুসংবাদ :

নিশ্চয়ই আল্লাহ মুত্তাকীদের থেকে কবুল করেন। -সূরা মায়েদা (৫) : ২৭

১০. শ্রেষ্ঠত্বের সুসংবাদ :

১১. শাস্তির ভয় থেকে মুক্ত থাকার সুসংবাদ :

১২. জান্নাতে বিভিন্ন নিআমতের এবং আল্লাহর দীদার লাভের সুসংবাদ :

তাকওয়া অর্জনের ৭ উপায়

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তাকওয়ার পোশাক শ্রেষ্ঠ পোশাক

The Garment of Piety is the Best Garment

তাকওয়া : এক মহিমান্বিত গুণ

১. আল্লাহর পক্ষ থেকে সাহায্যের সুসংবাদ :

২. গুনাহ মাফ এবং বিরাট আজরের সুসংবাদ :

৩. মাগফিরাতের সুসংবাদ :

তোমরা আল্লাহকে ভয় করো। নিশ্চয়ই আল্লাহ ক্ষমাশীল দয়ালু। -সূরা আনফাল (৮) : ৬৯

৪. সকল কাজ সহজ হওয়ার সুসংবাদ :

যে তাক্বওয়া অবলম্বন করে আল্লাহ তার সব বিষয় সহজ করে দেন। -সূরা ত্বলাক (৬৫) : ৪

৫. সফলতার সুসংবাদ :

নিশ্চয়ই মুত্তাকীদের জন্য রয়েছে সফলতা। -সূরা নাবা (৭৮) : ৩১

৬. প্রশস্ত রিযিকের সুসংবাদ :

এবং তাকে রিযিক দান করেন অকল্পনীয়ভাবে। -সূরা ত্বালাক (৬৫) : ৩

৭. সম্মান-মর্যাদার সুসংবাদ :

৮. আল্লাহর মহব্বতের সুসংবাদ :

নিশ্চয়ই আল্লাহ মুত্তাকীদেরকে ভালোবাসেন। -সূরা তাওবা (৯) : ৪

৯. কবূলিয়্যাতের সুসংবাদ :

নিশ্চয়ই আল্লাহ মুত্তাকীদের থেকে কবুল করেন। -সূরা মায়েদা (৫) : ২৭

১০. শ্রেষ্ঠত্বের সুসংবাদ :

১১. শাস্তির ভয় থেকে মুক্ত থাকার সুসংবাদ :

১২. জান্নাতে বিভিন্ন নিআমতের এবং আল্লাহর দীদার লাভের সুসংবাদ :

তাকওয়া অর্জনের ৭ উপায়

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তাকওয়ার পোশাক শ্রেষ্ঠ পোশাক

The Garment of Piety is the Best Garment

তাকওয়া : এক মহিমান্বিত গুণ

১. আল্লাহর পক্ষ থেকে সাহায্যের সুসংবাদ :

২. গুনাহ মাফ এবং বিরাট আজরের সুসংবাদ :

৩. মাগফিরাতের সুসংবাদ :

তোমরা আল্লাহকে ভয় করো। নিশ্চয়ই আল্লাহ ক্ষমাশীল দয়ালু। -সূরা আনফাল (৮) : ৬৯

৪. সকল কাজ সহজ হওয়ার সুসংবাদ :

যে তাক্বওয়া অবলম্বন করে আল্লাহ তার সব বিষয় সহজ করে দেন। -সূরা ত্বলাক (৬৫) : ৪

৫. সফলতার সুসংবাদ :

নিশ্চয়ই মুত্তাকীদের জন্য রয়েছে সফলতা। -সূরা নাবা (৭৮) : ৩১

৬. প্র��স্ত রিযিকের সুসংবাদ :

এবং তাকে রিযিক দান করেন অকল্পনীয়ভাবে। -সূরা ত্বালাক (৬৫) : ৩

৭. সম্মান-মর্যাদার সুসংবাদ :

৮. আল্লাহর মহব্বতের সুসংবাদ :

নিশ্চয়ই আল্লাহ মুত্তাকীদেরকে ভালোবাসেন। -সূরা তাওবা (৯) : ৪

৯. কবূলিয়্যাতের সুসংবাদ :

নিশ্চয়ই আল্লাহ মুত্তাকীদের থেকে কবুল করেন। -সূরা মায়েদা (৫) : ২৭

১০. শ্রেষ্ঠত্বের সুসংবাদ :

১১. শাস্তির ভয় থেকে মুক্ত থাকার সুসংবাদ :

১২. জান্নাতে বিভিন্ন নিআমতের এবং আল্লাহর দীদার লাভের সুসংবাদ :

তাকওয়া অর্জনের ৭ উপায়

৬) সুবিচার বা ইনসাফ পবিত্র কোরআনে মহান আল্লাহ বলেছেন, ‘তোমরা সুবিচার করো�� কেননা তা তাকওয়ার নিকটবর্তী।’ (সুরা মায়িদা: ৮)

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তাকওয়ার পোশাক শ্রেষ্ঠ পোশাক

The Garment of Piety is the Best Garment

তাকওয়া : এক মহিমান্বিত গুণ

১. আল্লাহর পক্ষ থেকে সাহায্যের সুসংবাদ :

২. গুনাহ মাফ এবং বিরাট আজরের সুসংবাদ :

৩. মাগফিরাতের সুসংবাদ :

তোমরা আল্লাহকে ভয় করো। নিশ্চয়ই আল্লাহ ক্ষমাশীল দয়ালু। -সূরা আনফাল (৮) : ৬৯

৪. সকল কাজ সহজ হওয়ার সুসংবাদ :

যে তাক্বওয়া অবলম্বন করে আল্লাহ তার সব বিষয় সহজ করে দেন। -সূরা ত্বলাক (৬৫) : ৪

৫. সফলতার সুসংবাদ :

নিশ্চয়ই মুত্তাকীদের জন্য রয়েছে সফলতা। -সূরা নাবা (৭৮) : ৩১

৬. প্রশস্ত রিযিকের সুসংবাদ :

এবং তাকে রিযিক দান করেন অকল্পনীয়ভাবে। -সূরা ত্বালাক (৬৫) : ৩

৭. সম্মান-মর্যাদার সুসংবাদ :

৮. আল্লাহর মহব্বতের সুসংবাদ :

নিশ্চয়ই আল্লাহ মুত্তাকীদেরকে ভালোবাসেন। -সূরা তাওবা (৯) : ৪

৯. কবূলিয়্যাতের সুসংবাদ :

নিশ্চয়ই আল্লাহ মুত্তাকীদের থেকে কবুল করেন। -সূরা মায়েদা (৫) : ২৭

১০. শ্রেষ্ঠত্বের সুসংবাদ :

১১. শাস্তির ভয় থেকে মুক্ত থাকার সুসংবাদ :

১২. জান্নাতে বিভিন্ন নিআমতের এবং আল্লাহর দীদার লাভের সুসংবাদ :

তাকওয়া অর্জনের ৭ উপায়

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loverandservantoftheahlulbayt · 2 years

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🍃🌺🍃 Fatima Al-Zahra (sa) 🍃🌺🍃

🍃🌺🍃 Biography 🍃🌺🍃

Fatima Al-Zahra (sa) belongs to the noblest family to have existed throughout the history of mankind. Her distinguished father, Prophet Muhammad (saw), was the very last messenger of Allah (SWT), a personality that the Noble Qur’an introduce as the Best Paradigm. The mother of Fatima Al-Zahra (sa) was a pure noble lady named Khadijah bint Khuwaylid (sa), a godly woman with unparalleled virtues and merits, who dedicated all her life and wealth to Islam. Fatima Al-Zahra (sa) is the wife of the Leader of all Believers, Ameerul Momineen, Ali ibn Abi Talib (as), mother of the Masters of the youths of heaven (Syed-e-Shabab-e-Ahlul Jannah) and grandmother of the other nine Imams of Islam. Her name is as beautiful and as peaceful as the garden of heaven.

Her other names are: Zahra, Seddiqah, Tahirah, Mubarakah, Batool, Radiah, Mardiah and Muhaddathah. The word Fatimah means separated. She is named Fatimah because her followers are separated from Hell because of her. Zahra means luminous. The sixth Imam, Imam Sadiq (as) said: “When Fatimah prayed, she shined for the heavens as the stars shine for people on earth.” Seddiqah means someone who says nothing except the truth. Tahirah means pure and clean; Mubarakah means full of favour and blessing; Batool means separated from uncleanliness; Radiah means satisfied with Allah’s (SWT) fate and destiny and Mardiah means laudable. Muhaddathah means the one spoken to by angels.

The following are some of her titles: Ensiah (heavenly lady), Haniah (sympathetic), Shahidah (martyr), Afifah (chaste), Sabirah (patient), Alimah (learned), Madhloomah (oppressed), Ma’soomah (infallible), Umm al-Hassan (mother of Hassan), Umm al-Hussain (mother of Hussain), Umm al-A’immah (mother of Imams) and Umme Abiha. Umme Abiha means mother of her father. Prophet Muhammad (saw) gave her this title showing that Fatima Al-Zahra (sa) treated Prophet Muhammad (saw) as his mother. This fact was proved throughout the history as she cured her father during the wars as well as other cases.

According to the Islamic Calendar, Fatima Al-Zahra (sa) was born in Makkah on the 20th day of the Islamic Lunar calendar month, Jumada Al-Thani (615 AD).

🍃 Her Ethical Attributes: 🍃

Fatima al-Zahra (as) inherited the genius and wisdom, the determination and will-power, the piety and sanctity, the generosity and benevolence, the devotion and worship of Allah, the self-sacrifice and hospitality, the forbearance and patience, and the knowledge and nobility of disposition of her illustrious father, both in words and deeds. “I often witnessed my mother,” says Imam Hussain, “absorbed in prayer from dusk to dawn.” Her generosity and compassion for the poor was such that no destitute or beggar ever returned from her door unattended.

🍃 Moral Virtue and Simplicity 🍃

Fatima Al-Zahra (sa) lived in a two room house made out of clay, wore the simplest garments, grinded wheat and barley with her bare hands to prepare meal for her family, and attended to her four children with utmost love and mercy. Yet, she was no ordinary woman. Fatima Al-Zahra (sa) had the highest moral virtues and her life was full of spiritual behaviour. Even on her marriage day, Fatima Al-Zahra (sa) did not forget about those in need. A girl’s wedding dress is probably one of her most cherished belongings however, in the case of the noble Lady Fatima Al-Zahra (sa) it was not.

The Prophet of Islam, Mohammed (saw) bought Fatima Al-Zahra (sa) a new dress for her marriage ceremony. Fatima Al-Zahra (sa) owned a patchy dress before this. A poor woman came to her house and asked for clothes. Fatima Al-Zahra (sa) remembered the verse: “By no means shall you attain to righteousness until you spend (benevolently) out of what you love.” (Noble Qur’an, 3:92) So she gave her the new wedding dress, while she wore her old dress to her wedding, following the teachings on the Noble Qur’an, the lessons of selfless love and helping those in need.

🍃 Sayings of Fatima Al-Zahra (sa) 🍃

🍃~The book of Allah is the guide of its followers towards the pleasure of Allah. Listening to it carefully leads to salvation. The enlightened and conspicuous evidences and proofs of Allah can be obtained through it. Also the knowledge of His (Allah swt) interpreted intentions, fear invoking constraining prohibitions, His sufficing testimonies, conspicuous arguments, desired virtues, allowed endowments and obligatory divine laws (can be obtained from it)[1]

🍃~Allah made the faith for you as a purity from polytheism (and infidelity)[2]

🍃~And (made) service the cause of your getting distant (purification) from pride (egoism)[3]

🍃~And rendered alms for the purity of your soul and flourish and expansion of your sustenance [4]

🍃~And rendered fasting for the maintenance and firmness of your sincerity[5]

🍃The Importance of Fatima (sa) 🍃

Without Fatima Al-Zahra (sa) there is no Islam. Fatima Al-Zahra (sa) is a role model who set an illustration of the highest morals and eloquence. We should aim to imitate her chastity; we should look at her as a source of inspiration. If we live in the west we should have the courage to wear the hijab despite the social pressures as we are making Fatima al-Zahra (sa), Mistress of All Women, proud. When helping others and giving charity we should remember her generosity. Fatima Al-Zahra (sa) is, and should be, the inspiration of all women and should be emulated. She was exactly like her father, Prophet Mohammad, and we too should strive to be like her. We should learn from her honesty, modesty and loyalty.

🌺 AYAN U SHIA ATABA AL JADEED, (VOL 1, P 316)

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The Scapular (1968, Mexico)

Also known by its original title, El escapulario, Servando González’s The Scapular is one of the finest examples of classic Mexican horror filmmaking. For those versed in modern horror, adjust your expectations. Atmospheric from its opening moments and making full use of its sparse environments, this movie does not depend on bloody set pieces or instant frights. Instead, The Scapular prefers gradual storytelling through flashbacks, all while it refuses to answer how any of its unlikely events might be possible. The screenplay by González, Jorge Durán Chávez, and Rafael García Travesi navigates questions of Catholic faith, political preferences during the Mexican Revolution (1910-1920), and love amid more grotesque moments one comes to expect in a horror film. Those horror elements – of spirits staying true to their word – are most prominent at the very beginning and second half of the film, and absent for almost all the first half. A major contribution from cinematographer Gabriel Figueroa – regarded by some to be the greatest Mexican cinematographer of all time – and his Hollywood-influenced lighting elevates the movie, bathing the screen in intoxicating black-and-white.

Something during or after the Mexican Revolution, Father Andrés (Enrique Aguilar) pulls into town on a late train, following an unseen individual to the residence of Doña María (Ofelia Guilmáin). While the padre and the unseen person – the camera nods “yes” in response to a few questions from the padre – amble through town, two bandits follow close behind. They have been stalking Father Andrés since he disembarked the train, hoping to pilfer his gold watch. They decide to wait until after he administers his sacraments to Doña María. Inside, Doña María – whom the padre knows almost nothing about – hands the padre a scapular (a primarily Catholic garment of piety), which she claims to have saved the lives of her two eldest sons. El escapulario, for most of its remaining runtime, flashes back to the stories of those two sons, Julián (Carlos Cardán) and Pedro (Enrique Lizalde).

Once a soldier for the Mexican government, Julián defects and joins the rebels in their fight against Porfirio Díaz’s dictatorship. For Pedro, he is working for his uncle at a saddle shop, but has his eyes on the village chief’s niece, Rosario (Alicia Bonet) – in his attraction, class tensions come to a head.

Servando González, Jorge Durán Chávez, and Rafael García Travesi’s screenplay does the best it can with an unwieldy story structure. Though El escapulario is a breezy eighty-five minutes, the flashbacks for Julián and Pedro both feel slightly too long while the audience is itching for a macabre payoff. Nevertheless, the screenplay juggles numerous themes without ever feeling forced. Discussion about the Mexican Revolution is mostly confined to Julián’s story. At times, the dialectic between Mexico’s then-contemporary military dictatorship and peasant-led revolution sounds too much like propaganda. But given that Doña María is responsible for imparting this story to the padre (and, by extension, the audience), one can expect some over-romanticizing the revolutionary cause. El escapulario firmly sympathizes with the revolutionaries – following how popular historical memory is in Mexico today. In Julián’s story, this ideological conflict takes place entirely within a military and revolutionary backdrop. Civilian perspectives are not present for this part, but there are mentions of a groundswell of support for the revolutionaries. Acknowledging these partisan emotions and political interpretations, viewers who have not seen the entirety of The Scapular should accept the bare facts of Doña María’s recounting of Julián and Pedro’s stories as truthful – even though she was not present for any of the moments she describes. To say more risks spoiling the entire film.

Pedro’s chapter of El escapulario is less explicitly political than his elder brother’s, but related tensions persist. Pedro, firmly in the working class but not poor, inspires the wrath of Don Augustín (Jorge Russek, who played Major Zamorra in 1969’s The Wild Bunch) by even looking longingly at his niece, Rosario. Don Augustín is no moustache-twirling villain, but his disregard for his fellow villagers and overinflated opinion of himself make clear his sympathies for the Porfiristas against the revolutionaries and peasantry. Director Servando González keeps the focus on the brothers in both flashbacks, rooting the film through the perceptions of those with little to benefit under the Porfirio Díaz regime. It is in Pedro’s story that the first bits of horror filmmaking appear since the film’s opening minutes. Occult, perhaps darkly religious, forces influence developments as Pedro disregards Don Augustín’s advice to avert his wandering glance from his niece. These moments hinge on the scapular, as Don Augustín enlists others to intimidate – by force, if necessary – Pedro and Rosario from even thinking about each other.

In those moments, cinematographer Gabriel Figueroa’s work truly shines. Figueroa, who, in 1935, lived in the United States for a year to formally study his craft under Gregg Toland (1940’s The Grapes of Wrath, 1941’s Citizen Kane), certainly learned much from the man he considered his teacher. Even after returning home to Mexico in 1936, Figueroa continued to analyze Toland’s work closely – from chiaroscuro techniques to deep focus cinematography. But even before leaving for America, Figueroa’s work as a still photographer exemplified someone with a keen eye for composition. And long after his time under Toland, Figueroa would shadow some of Hollywood’s best cinematographers on his trips to Southern California; Toland himself, when visiting Mexico, would make suggestions and critique his old student’s work. Figueroa also enjoyed the privilege of friendships with Mexican artists Diego Rivera (who counseled him on how to use color – a story for another time, as El escapulario is a black-and-white film) and David Alfaro Siqueiros. Siqueiros provided Figueroa advice on escorzo or, in English, foreshortening. Foreshortening is an artistic technique on perspective that allows an artist to portray something that appears to be closer or shallower than it is.

Foreshortening becomes crucial in El escapulario’s second half, as the narrative descends in into the grisly and ghostly. A nocturnal horse ride during Pedro’s chapter stumbles upon a horrific sight, aided by foreshortening, sharp but still-horizontal angles, and quick cuts as the horse begins to buck wildly – spooked by unnatural forces that animals in movies just seem to pick up on faster than any human. The lighting’s influence on this scene’s mood is impossible to replicate if this was a color film. El escapulario’s final two scenes – by chicanery, candlelight, and cobwebs – are the culmination of what Gabriel Figueroa picked up from the likes of Toland and Siqueiros. Even when traversing an empty street at the witching hour or in a desolate room, there always seems to be a presence watching and waiting. Early morning mist appears to curl around the characters, like wispy hands. I am uncertain how this effect was achieved, and it might be seen as campy in most other contexts. Here, it is as if unknown forces are toying with the characters’ souls. It is spectacular camerawork from Figueroa, in his only collaboration with Servando González in a career spanning more than two hundred movies.

Viewers could also approach The Scapular from a religious context. The lines between life and death, faith and the absence of it, are tenuous. Catholicism and Catholic metaphysics are present from the prologue, impacting the dialogue and behaviors of all of the characters from their moments of introduction. Those more familiar with Catholicism in Mexico – the 2020 Mexican census says 77.7% of Mexicans practiced Roman Catholicism – can hopefully make more educated and nuanced contributions to religiously-inflected analyses of The Scapular than I possibly could.

The Golden Age of Mexican cinema, in some ways mirroring, but distinct from, a similar Golden Age for the nation’s northern neighbors, had been concluded for a decade when Servando González’s El escapulario premiered in theaters in 1968. Though some Mexican horror movies flourished before the end of that Golden Age, the films that fueled – and continue to inspire – Mexican horror cinema followed the footsteps of Fernando Méndez’s El vampiro (The Vampire; 1957), a late Golden Age film that broke through in a filmmaking and moviegoing environment heavy on melodramas and Westerns. The writing of this chapter of Mexican film history continues, still hampered by the 1982 Cineteca Nacional fire that destroyed several thousand Mexican films, screenplays, and books and an anecdotal domestic disinterest in Mexico’s cinematic heritage.

With thanks to the Academy Museum of Motion Pictures in Los Angeles and guest programmer Abraham Castillo Flores (also Head Programmer at Morbido Fest, based in Mexico City), the reclamation of that history is underway. Yours truly was able to see a restored print of El escapulario with complete English subtitles, although some audio hitches – especially in regards to the film’s score – remain. The technical mastery is apparent across El escapulario, and Servando González’s directorial vision and Gabriel Figueroa’s visual flourishes are worth the watch even for those unaccustomed to non-contemporary horror filmmaking. El escapulario is a visual treat, a chilling entry into the canon of classic Mexican horror.

My rating: 7.5/10

^ Based on my personal imdb rating. My interpretation of that ratings system can be found in the “Ratings system” page on my blog (as of July 1, 2020, tumblr is not permitting certain posts with links to appear on tag pages, so I cannot provide the URL).

For more of my reviews tagged “My Movie Odyssey”, check out the tag of the same name on my blog.

#El escapulario #The Scapular #Servando González #Enrique Lizalde #Enrique Aguilar #Carlos Cardán #Federico Falcón #Alicia Bonet #Ofelia Guilmáin #Eleazar García #Jorge Durán Chávez #Rafael García Travesi #Gabriel Figueroa #Gregg Toland #My Movie Odyssey

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What will happen After The Dajjal?

The death of the Dajjal (the Antichrist) is a pivotal moment in Islamic eschatology. It signifies a significant turning point in the events leading up to the Day of Judgment. Following the Dajjal’s death, several important events will unfold, shaping the final period before the end of the world. Here is a look at what will happen after the Dajjal dies according to Islamic teachings.

1. The Return of Isa (Jesus):

Role of Isa (AS):

After the death of the Dajjal, Isa (Jesus) will descend from the heavens to restore justice and lead the believers. His return is a major sign of the end times and his role is crucial in defeating the Dajjal and establishing truth (Hadith in Sahih al-Bukhari and Sahih Muslim).

Actions of Isa (AS):

Isa (AS) will break the cross, kill the swine, and abolish the jizya (tax on non-Muslims), emphasizing the unity of the Muslim Ummah and the finality of Islam (Sunan Abu Dawood).

2. Era of Peace and Justice:

Rule of Isa (AS):

Following the defeat of the Dajjal, Isa (AS) will rule the earth for a period of time, establishing a reign of peace and justice. This era will be marked by prosperity and adherence to Islamic principles.

Hadith Reference:

The Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) said, “There is no prophet between me and him (Isa), and he will descend. When you see him, recognize him. He is a man of medium height, with a reddish-white complexion, wearing two light yellow garments, and looking as if drops of water are falling from his head” (Sahih al-Bukhari).

3. The Spread of Righteousness:

Unification of Believers:

Isa (AS) will work to unite the believers, guiding them to live in accordance with Islamic teachings. The message of Islam will spread widely, and people will embrace righteousness and piety.

End of Major Trials:

The major trials of the Dajjal and the chaos caused by his presence will come to an end, and the focus will shift to building a society based on justice and faith.

4. The Emergence of Ya’juj and Ma’juj (Gog and Magog):

Release of Ya’juj and Ma’juj:

After Isa’s (AS) reign, the tribes of Ya’juj and Ma’juj will emerge from behind the barrier built by Dhul-Qarnayn. Their appearance will bring great chaos and destruction (Surah Al-Kahf, 18:94–98).

Divine Intervention:

Their destruction will come through divine intervention. Allah will send a punishment that will eliminate Ya’juj and Ma’juj, and their presence will be a sign of the final stages leading up to the Day of Judgment (Hadith in Sahih Muslim).

5. The Final Days and the Day of Judgment:

Signs Leading to the End:

The final signs before the Day of Judgment will unfold, including the appearance of the beast of the earth (Dabbat al-ard), the sun rising from the west, and other major events described in Islamic eschatology.

Day of Judgment:

After these signs, the Day of Judgment will commence. All individuals will be resurrected and judged according to their deeds. The righteous will be rewarded with eternal paradise, while the wicked will face punishment.

Conclusion:

The death of the Dajjal is a crucial event in Islamic eschatology, marking the beginning of a period of peace and justice under the leadership of Isa (AS). Following the Dajjal’s death, the emergence of Ya’juj and Ma’juj, the final trials, and the eventual Day of Judgment will shape the end of the world. These events underscore the importance of faith, righteousness, and preparedness for the final reckoning.

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BASICS OF ISLAM: Fasting: Important points.Part2

THE PREDAWN MEAL AND BREAKING THE FAST

Having a predawn meal between the middle of the night and dawn is sunna (recommended). It is considered best to delay it so that it will be eaten as close to dawn as possible. Those who are fasting should hasten to break the fast when the sun has set and, just before eating, make the following supplication (highly recommended):

“O God, I have fasted for You, believed in You, placed my trust in You, and break my fast with Your provisions.”

THE ESSENTIAL ELEMENTS OF FASTING

Making the proper intention to fast the month of Ramadan is required. Preferably, this intention should be made before dawn and during every night of Ramadan. However, it is valid if made during any part of the night and can even be made as late as noon if one forgot to make it before dawn. It does not have to be spoken out loud, for it is, in reality, an act of the heart that does not involve the tongue. In addition, it is fulfilled by one’s intention to fast out of obedience to God and to seek His pleasure. According to many jurists, the intention for a voluntary fast can be made until noon.

During the fasting hours, one cannot eat, drink, or engage in marital sexual relations. Before the Qur’an’s revelation, married couples could not engage in sexual intercourse during the fasting period. This rule was alleviated by 2:187, which allows sexual intercourse between married couples during the nights of Ramadan:

It is made lawful for you to go in to your wives on the night of the Fast; (there is such an inalienable intimacy between you that) they are a garment for you (enfolding you to protect you against illicit relations and beautifying you,) and you are a garment (of the same sort) for them. (2:187)

However, it is still forbidden during the fasting hours.

AVOIDING UNBEFITTING ACTIONS

Fasting, a type of worship for drawing closer to God, was ordered to purify the soul and train it in good deeds. Those who are fasting must guard against any act that might cancel the benefits of their fast. Thus, their fast will increase their personal God-consciousness and piety. Fasting is more than not eating and drinking; it also means to avoid everything else that God has forbidden. The Messenger said:

“Fasting is not (abstaining) from eating and drinking only, but also from vain speech and foul language. If one of you is being cursed or annoyed, he should say: ‘I am fasting, I am fasting.‘”

BEING GENEROUS AND DOING OTHER MERITORIOUS ACTS

Being generous, studying the Qur’an, and supplicating to God are recommended at all times, but are especially stressed during Ramadan. During the last 10 days of Ramadan, God’s Messenger would wake his wives during the night and then, remaining apart from them, engage in acts of worship. He would exert himself in worshipping his Lord during this time more than he would at any other time. (Bukhari, “Sawm,” 2:9; Muslim, “Siyam,” 164)

PLACES WITH VERY LONG DAYS AND VERY SHORT NIGHTS

Muslims who are in such areas (e.g., close to the polar regions) should follow the norms of the areas in which the Islamic legislation took place (e.g., Makka or Madina) or follow the schedule of the closest area that has “normal” days and nights.

OATHS

Making an oath means to swear by God that one will not do something. In Islam, one can swear only by God. People who make such an oath must do their best to fulfill it, and so should not make one carelessly.

People who make false statements by mistake or unknowingly, and then swear to them by God, are not held responsible for them and do not have make any expiation. However, consciously lying and then swearing by God or declaring God as a witness to the lie is an extremely grave sin that many times has resulted in misfortune descending upon the liar. Such people must perform an act of expiation, earnestly seek God’s forgiveness, and repair any damage caused by the lie.

If people swear by God not to do something in the future and then do that very act, they must seek God’s forgiveness and make an expiation. In this case, this involves emancipating a slave. If this is not possible, the oath-breaker must feed a poor person for 10 days with meals that are similar to what his family eats. If this is not possible, he or she must fast for 10 consecutive days.

VOWS

A vow is a solemn promise to do, in God’s name, something that resembles an act of worship and make obligatory upon oneself that which is not obligatory. A vow is considered “Islamic” only if it is made in God’s name and involves an obligatory or necessary act of worship (e.g., to fast or help the poor). Therefore, one can vow to perform two rak’ats of prayer or fast, but not to make a prostration of recitation or perform ablution, for these latter two acts are not obligatory acts of worship in themselves but rather are the means to such acts. Also, vows can be made concerning only that which can be fulfilled.

There are two kinds of vows: appointed and unappointed. An appointed vow can be, for example, vowing to fast on a certain day if one’s desire for something religiously lawful is met. If the desired thing happens, the vow must be fulfilled. An unappointed vow can be, for example, a vow to fast for one day or to give charity to the poor if one’s desire for something religiously lawful is met. If the desired thing happens, the vow must be fulfilled.

If one vows to do something resembling an act of worship if something does not occur, he or she must either fulfill the vow or make an expiation. For example, if one addicted to lying vows to fast for a week if he or she does not lie again, but then does so, he or she either has to fulfill the vow or make an expiation like that made for broken oaths.

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Ya Rasulullah - Assalamualaikum

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You are the greatest intercessor ﷺ

You are obeyed with pleasure ﷺ.

You are a kind Nabi ﷺ

You are the possessor of beauty ﷺ

You are elegant in body ﷺ.

You are the one that is cheerful with a smiling countenance ﷺ

You are handsome ﷺ

You are the intercessor of all creation ﷺ

Your position is such that all are obedient to you ﷺ You are The kind of the kind ones ﷺ

You are the Nabi of the creation ﷺ

Your body is soft ﷺ

You are the Messenger of Allah ﷺ

Your eyes are with surmah (kohl) ﷺ

Your face is radiant ﷺ

You are extremely handsome ﷺ

You have the most beautiful fragrance emanating from your blessed body ﷺ

You have the most beautiful broad forehead, it is like the full moon ﷺ

When you smile your beautiful teeth look like, very precious pearls ﷺ

You are the means of cure for the sick ﷺ

You are the quencher of thirst of the thirsty ﷺ

You are with cheerful countenance ﷺ

And fragrance emanates from your blessed face ﷺ

You are Allah’s Messenger ﷺ

You are very sociable (friendly) ﷺ

You are a great helper ﷺ

You are very learned ﷺ

You are Allah’s trust ﷺ

You are a personality of great status ﷺ

You are beloved ﷺ

You are the possessor of high rank ﷺ

You are very true ﷺ

You differentiate between truth and falsehood You are extremely eloquent ﷺ

You are the well wisher of creation ﷺ

You are the One who recognizes and makes sabr ﷺ You Are extremely compassionate by nature ﷺ You are extremely kind ﷺ

You are the one to show kindness to the creation ﷺ You are the one who treats with extreme kindness ﷺ

You are the one with exemplary character ﷺ.

You are the one with a smiling countenance ﷺ

You are the one that overlooks faults ﷺ

You are the one who is considerate of others ﷺ . You are the forgiver ﷺ

You are tolerant ﷺ

You accept the request of others ﷺ

You repent and turn to Allah Ta’ala ﷺ

You are the one who has taken responsibility of the ummah ﷺ

You are noble by nature ﷺ

You are honoured in family status ﷺ

You are high in status and of noble birth ﷺ

You have always been full of Noor (head to toe) ﷺ

You are the giver of glad tidings ﷺ

You are the warner ﷺ

You are a bright lantern ﷺ

You are the one with full information ﷺ

You are the one with the light of foresight ﷺ

You are the one with deep knowledge ﷺ

You are the guide ﷺ

You are the guide to the straight path ﷺ

You are Allah’s best servant ﷺ

You are the comforter for the destitute and redresser of grievances for the poor ﷺ

You are the one of taqwa (piety) ﷺ

You are the lover of cleanliness ﷺ

You are the chosen one ﷺ

You are the one that fulfills the rights of others completely ﷺ

You are a person of high position /dignity ﷺ

Your position is high ﷺ

You are a revealer of truth ﷺ

You are of wisdom ﷺ

You are the guide ﷺ

You are the leader ﷺ

You are chosen one of the chosen ﷺ

You are extremely patient ﷺ

You are very grateful ﷺ

You are the final Nabi forever ﷺ

You are Muzammil (wrapped in a shawl) ﷺ

You are Muddatthir (the one in garments) ﷺ

You are the fortunate one ﷺ

You are the righteous ﷺ

You are the friend ﷺ

You are the one Allah speaks to ﷺ

You are the chaste (pure) ﷺ

You are the dedicated to Allah alone ﷺ

You are the beloved ﷺ

You are the lecturer of the Ambiya ﷺ

You are the one worth being followed as an example ﷺ

You are the steadfast one ﷺ

You are the Nabi of all the Anbiyaa and Rasuls ﷺ You are Taa-haa, and Yaaseen and benefactor of all ﷺ

You are the Nabi for all creation ﷺ

You are the leader of the Ambiya ﷺ

You are the One who had personal communication with Allah ﷺ

You are great and of lofty status ﷺ

You are the Imaam of guidance ﷺ

You are the mercy of the entire universe ﷺ

You are the succour of the creation ﷺ You are the helper of the oppressed ﷺ

You are unique ﷺ

You are unparalleled in the universe ﷺ

You are the embodiment of piety ﷺ

You are deserving off praise ﷺ

You are the best of all creation ﷺ

You are filled with the grace and honour from Allah ﷺ

His Rabb took him by night on a journey to the heaven ﷺ

You were like the light that flashed in the pitch dark night ﷺ

And He (Allah) bestowed him ﷺ from above, and transmitted to him revelation that was well guarded ﷺ

You are of such a high status ﷺ

You have a heart alluring position ﷺ

You have a very high status ﷺ

O my Rabb send Salaat and Salaam upon him As long as fragrants emit their fragrance And the morning breeze blows ﷺ

Give me aafiya (safety) and pardon my sins O Allah through the medium of Nabi Kareem ﷺ

ﷺﷺﷺﷺﷺﷺﷺﷺﷺ

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PODSERIES: ERASING SINS AND RAISING RANKS – PART 3 OF 5

The last blog was discussing a Hadith found in Jami At Tirmidhi, number 3235, which advises three actions which raise a muslim’s rank namely, giving food to others, especially to the poor, saying kind words to others and offering the voluntary night prayer.

Those who perform these deeds for the sake of Allah, the Exalted, will be blessed with a special beautiful chamber in Paradise. This has been advised in a Hadith found in Jami At Tirmidhi, number 2527.

These are one of the first actions advised by the Holy Prophet Muhammad, peace and blessings be upon him, when he arrived in the city of Medina. He gave the glad tidings of Paradise to the one who does them. This is confirmed in a Hadith found in Jami At Tirmidhi, number 2485. The fact that these were the first actions advised by the Holy Prophet Muhammad, peace and blessings be upon him, when he entered the city of Medina highlights how important they are.

Offering food to others is a very special deed and when done sincerely for the sake of Allah, the Exalted, reaps an unimaginable reward. In fact, the Holy Quran has declared that those who do this will be protected from the torment of Judgement Day and blessed with Paradise. Chapter 76 Al Insan, verses 8-12:

“And they give food in spite of love for itto the needy, the orphan, and the captive. [Saying], "We feed you only for the face [i.e., approval] of Allah. We wish not from you reward or gratitude. Indeed, We fear from our Lord a Day austere and distressful." So Allah will protect them from the evil of that Day and give them radiance and happiness. And will reward them for what they patiently endured [with] a garden [in Paradise] and silk [garments].”

Allah, the Exalted, gives people according to what they do. For example, the Holy Quran mentions that if one remembers Allah, the Exalted, He in turn will remember them. Chapter 2 Al Baqarah, verse 152:

“So remember Me; I will remember you…”

Feeding others for the pleasure of Allah, the Exalted, is just the same. The one who performs this righteous deed will be fed food from Paradise and whoever gives drink to others will be given drink from Paradise on Judgement Day. This is confirmed in a Hadith found in Jami At Tirmidhi, number 2449.

When asked about the best type of Islam the Holy Prophet Muhammad, peace and blessings be upon him, advised in a Hadith found in Sahih Bukhari, number 6236, that feeding others and greeting others with kind speech are the best traits in Islam.

Muslims should make it a top priority to act on this righteous deed and strive to feed others especially, the poor on a regular basis. This is an amazing deed which does not require much wealth. Each person should feed others according to their capacity even if it is only half a date fruit as the Holy Prophet Muhammad, peace and blessings be upon him, has advised in a Hadith found in Sahih Bukhari, number 1417, that this will protect them from the fire of Hell on Judgement Day. This leaves people with no excuse from abstaining from this righteous deed.

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Is it permissible for me to ask my Lord to die together with my spouse? Does the life of family end with death?

Yes it is permissible to pray like that.

Does the life of family end with death?

Marriage is a great means of keeping the man and woman away from sins.

“Permitted to you, on the night of the fasts, is the approach to your wives. They are your garments and ye are their garments...” (al-Baqara, 2/187)

The woman and man need to help one another with this consciousness. The following verse is a great guide regarding the issue:

“...Help ye one another in righteousness and piety, but help ye not one another in sin and rancor: fear Allah. For, Allah is strict in punishment.” (al-Maida, 5/2)

The wisdom behind sending everybody, whether male or female, to the world is determined as “worshipping” in the Quran. Worshipping, that is, covering distances in the way of knowing Allah, spending one’s life based on His orders and returning to Him as a slave fitting for Paradise. The spouses need to help each other to realize this goal so that their togetherness will not end with death and will continue forever.

"Happy the husband who sees the wife’s firm religion and follows her, and himself becomes pious in order not to lose his companion of eternal life. Happy the wife who sees her husband’s firmness in religion and becomes pious so as not to lose her eternal friend."

We see the greatest wisdom in the life of family at thispoint. Since this world is the field of the hereafter as the Prophet (pbuh) states it, the comfort and the pleasure taken from the life of family in this world is like a seed only. If that seed is fed and grown as it is necessary, it will be a tree of happiness in the hereafter and yield its best result in that realm.

Paradise is much loftier than this world; similarly, the pleasure and happiness believing men and women will take from being together in that realm will be much better than that of this world. A divine glad tiding given related to the issue is as follows:

“But give glad tidings to those who believe and work righteousness, that their portion is Gardens, beneath which rivers flow. Every time they are fed with fruits therefrom, they say: "Why, this is what we were fed with before," for they are given things in similitude; and they have therein companions pure (and holy); and they abide therein (for ever).” (al-Baqara, 2/25)

Tafsir scholars interpret "pure companions" as pure women for men and pure men for women. Pure, that is, no material dirt or spiritual immorality and dissension is in question for them.

That is the real wisdom of the life of family and its lofty and eternal outcome in the hereafter.

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Ok but what if peepaw walked in on you touching yourself? (i love your writing ❤️)

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Black eyes watched you from the outside, head cocked to one side, looming next to your bedroom window, the murderous shape that haunted your steps. Unbeknownst to you, Michael had abandoned the hunt when they drove off with friends, leaving him to wander back to your home, unscathed and placid.

He savored this, savored his observations from beyond the panes of your window, curtains drawn just enough as if you knew he’d stand there. Ragged breathing echoed from underneath pale rubber, becoming strenuous by the second, knuckles white around the hlt of the kitchen knife.

There was always some sick exhilaration he gained from seeking you out when you were distracted, aimlessly waiting for him in the dead of night. Michael’s chest tightened when he saw you take your shirt off, tossing the oversized garment toward the foot of your bed.

The smooth expanse of your flesh glistened with some glittery sheen, basking within the orange glow of your nightlight, coupled with the few slivers of moonlight that made their way inside. You never failed to grip him tight, wrapping him around your finger, conscious or unconscious, making him vulnerable, making him weak.

You subdued the Shape — Michael belonged to you now, whether you were aware of this fact or not.

The window was cracked, only a sliver, letting in the cool night breeze. Haddonfield was warmer even in autumn, and with your occasional streak of night sweats, it was best to keep things colder. Michael was a cunning hunter, his senses attuned to some inhuman degree, and he was more than keen on listening to you from outside.

Michael’s hungry glower raked over you, picking you apart even when you were sitting there on the edge of your bed, blissfully oblivious, sliding back into the pillows with a soft groan. You were so innocuous, so sweet — he loved those qualities about you, your piety, your inherent goodness that contrasted with the festering evil inside of him.

He wondered what exactly you were up to, keeping quiet and eerily still, his stare transfixed upon you as you arched your back, fingers hooking into the elastic band of your shorts. Whatever you were doing, especially removing clothing, Michael was glued to his spot in the flat grass outside of your bedroom.

This was the first time Michael had seen you like this, hesitantly stripping yourself of your clothing, your expression a little sheepish as you sank back into the mattress. Michael’s mouth went dry as you peeled your panties away, kicking the garment down your legs in a haste, adjusting yourself into a position of comfort.

If you were observant enough, you would’ve seen Michael standing outside of your bedroom window with lecherous intent, but you weren’t observant, especially not now as you slipped your hand between your legs.

Pressing the back of your hand to your lips, you began to touch yourself, something you hadn’t done in a long while. Michael was always there to cure the ache, to fill the void inside of you, but his absence, especially tonight, left you with an itch that you needed to scratch.

You were thinking about him, thinking about his hands — the leathery, calloused texture, the few scars atop his knuckles, the way they would circle around your clit. It wasn’t hard for you to get off this way, your mind hazy with a fog of lust, a fog of him.

“Shit,” You cursed, cunt clenching pathetically around nothing, hips jerking and jolting toward the ceiling. It was somewhat embarrassing for you for reasons you couldn’t explain — you almost felt bad for not waiting on Michael, but you couldn’t control yourself, not now. “Michael.” You moaned.

Michael’s insatiable gaze was stuck on you, watching your fingers slip between your thighs, touching your clit to the thought of him. Initially, he was frustrated that he wasn’t there to help, but he realized that watching you was just as enticing, especially when you moaned and mewled his name.

You brushed your fingers over your clit, a quivering breath escaping you as you began to plunge deeper, circling around that bundle of nerves with your thumb. A gush of heat punched you right in your gut, sending you throbbing and aching, head lagging backwards into the pillows.

A fantasy about Michael was all you needed to make you unbelievably wet, sliding two digits across your cunt, still working your thumb around your clit. You could picture him so very clearly, that familiar hulking shadow, your murderous paramour, hovering above you with the blade in his hand.

The knife was just as tantalizing, picturing him nestled between your legs, pressing the dull flat of the blade into your flesh, causing goosebumps to break out all along your spine. You shuddered, rolling into the pressure of your hand, slowly guiding your fingers into your cunt with a breathy whine.

“Michael,” You whimpered again, head spinning, delirious with desire as you touched yourself with a growing want, hoping that your salacious thoughts might manifest the man himself. You wondered if he was around here somewhere — it was likely that he wasn’t, but you could dream. “Christ, Michael!” The volume wasn’t hushed whatsoever.

You were dragging out every sliver of pleasure that you could, pushing your thumb into your clit, sliding your digits in and out of your tight core, making you writhe. Your hand was a little clumsy, not lacking experience whatsoever, but you hadn’t done this in so long.

Michael was long gone from your window, and he stood just beyond your doorframe now, still cast within the black abyss of your hallway. You’d left the door ajar for him — you always left it open for him. He was eerily silent, keeping his husky breathing to a minimum as he watched you squirm into your blankets.

His lascivious ogling fell upon your legs, spread apart and shaking, your clothes in some haphazard heap at the foot of your bed. A familiar, animalistic hunger swelled inside of him, the desire to consume you, make you his. Watching you was enough to get him off anyway, cock throbbing inside of his coveralls.

Your fingers pumped in and out of your cunt, eyes shut, mouth agape as noise filled the room. Each time you pulled your fingers out, there was a noticeable sheen of arousal coating your digits, enough to make Michael growl, gritting his teeth together.

He was perfectly satisfied with watching you finger-fuck yourself to the thought of him, but he did want to help — maybe he would help after you came. Michael stalked a little closer, pale visage akin to a spectre, black pits roving over you, taking in each curve, each blemish, each inch of your body.

“Michael,” You moaned again, biting down onto your finger, careening into your hand. It was intoxicating — the sensations were driving you wild, and you hadn’t expected to get off so easily. A rampant imagination certainly helped, it fueled your desire tenfold.

As soon as your fingers plunged into that perfect spot, you were lost, starstruck and reduced to a whimpering mess, hopelessly bucking into your digits. You rolled your thumb across your clit, dragging out each shred of bliss, every little sliver that you could muster. You practically collapsed, sticky between your legs, your eyes still shut.

Through the burning haze, you saw a familiar figure at your bedside, the pale mask and steely-eyed, ravenous glower practically searing through you, knife in one hand. Michael was spotless, which made you wonder if he’d stopped the hunt, but you didn’t ask.

He didn’t make any sound, knuckles white around the knife as he slid the dull edge of the blade against your thigh, prying you open again, locked onto you. Something hot hit your stomach, and even after having an intense orgasm, you had an inkling that Michael was about to make you do it all over again.

You knew he would never hurt you, but the way he traced that knife across your supple flesh screamed otherwise. It was the potential thrill that made you so aroused, breath hitching within your throat, feeling you squirm and move against the tarnished weapon.

Michael’s blade ghosted upward, languidly tracing around your hipbone, scraping across your bare stomach, dancing in a downward spiral. It ended up where it’d started, poised against your thigh, pressed snug into your skin as the chill of it all caused you to shudder.

Before you could open your mouth to speak, his left hand was shamelessly diving in between your legs, the right holding the knife against your flesh. A resonant grunt tore from within his chest, his digits forceful and rough as they pushed against your clit, already left stimulated. You knew what this would do to you — he knew.

“M—Michael, wait.” It was too late for any protests.

Those calloused, roughened digits went plunging into your tight cunt, still wet as could be, feeling you clench pathetically around his fingers. You whimpered and gasped, feeling a little dizzy as he replaced your hand with his, staring you down as he rubbed his thumb into your clit, mimicking your movements exactly.

You knew there was no stopping him, something set in-motion, and you were a trembling mess, bucking into his hand as he thrust his fingers inside of you. There was a brutality about him, something unyielding as he pushed inside of your cunt.

Whereas you were slower and clumsy, Michael was fervent and feral, his glower never leaving you whatsoever. The knife, the stare, his hand — you were going to explode, come undone around him, and he would enjoy every second of it with silent, placid glee. Tears stung your eyes, the familiar prick of overstimulation barreling into you.

His fingers moved harshly, like their own battering ram as he hunched inward, tracing that knife around your inner thigh, watching that doe-like look in your eyes. It was impossibly delicious, and Michael let out a possessive rumble, breathing becoming heavy underneath his mask.

He was going to cum while watching you like this, watching you helplessly buck and jolt as he fucked your poor cunt with his fingers, shudder at the icy sting of the blade. Michael didn’t let up, and you were almost crying from how much it was.

It felt so incredible, but it was simultaneously ripping you asunder, a wail bubbling up within the back of your throat. Words coagulated there, never making their way to the surface, and you finally felt hot, pleasant tears come streaming down your cheeks.

You were soaked, but it felt so filthy — you were like a rabbit caught within the jaws of a wolf, within the maw of an apex predator, and you loved it. You loved the way he made you feel, the exhilaration and thrill coupled with the thought of knowing you were protected, you were safe.

The duality of it all was enticing, and before you knew it, you were cumming all over his hand, making for a satisfying conclusion to your entanglement. You were panting, leaving a mess behind on your blankets, much to your embarrassment.

Your skin felt feverish, and Michael took the time to lift his mask with one hand, tasting his fingers with a horribly lewd noise. He discarded the knife onto your nightstand, slinking down into bed with you as he pulled you into him.

Careening into his embrace, you slumped into Michael’s chest, legs rattling like leaves, breathing beginning to even out as he held you, face buried into the crook of your neck.

“Were you watching me?” You mumbled, unsure of the answer. It was an innocuous question, but Michael leaned right into you, hard cock buried into the swell of your ass, enough for you to really feel it.

It seemed like enough of a confirmation for you.

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Fiancée II

part I

The floral scent hanging in the humid air had become particularly nauseating, the mixed flower petals that complemented the oils poured into the bathwater had all sank before you while the water itself had turned lukewarm.

Looking down at your fingers, you noticed that your fingertips had pruned horrendously. Normally you wouldn’t take much of your time disengaging with reality but recently, there was something in your mind you couldn’t quite comprehend. Just a few hours ago you were subjected to your mother-in-law’s favourite pastime which was holding a tea ceremony by the garden. Except it had a special twist, for every crucial detail that you missed, a melting hot iron would be pressed against the palm of your hands.

You didn’t miss the slight turn on the corner of her lips, her hidden smile behind the paper fan every time the torched metal would melt onto your skin, reminding you that will never be worthy enough to be accepted by her. And for every time your skin healed, your scars disappeared, your blood stopped seeping from your skin, she will be the one to make sure to replace them. Asserting her position and making sure you knew who the true matriarch of the family is.

Living with in-laws was a truly dreadful ordeal.

However when a butler with hard lines etched onto his face interrupted the unfortunate event, his sunken eyes that held the deepest sympathies only gazed at yours. He came forward with an ill-bearing news of your mother’s recent passing.

You knew this day would come, but you hadn’t anticipated it to come so soon. Though you had the resources to finance her health with the best doctor money can buy, you knew there was nothing you could offer death for an ailment so monstrous. The more times that you visited her in the hospital, the more and more different she looked.

You almost didn’t recognise her. She looked like a corpse, barely breathing through her tube encasing her mouth, her hair you used to comb religiously every night was mostly gone. You knew that she was barely alive.

The only times that you were allowed to visit her was once every full moon as the rest of your days were filled with torturous training all for the sake of building your strength. You were barely considered family to them and so your own Mother visiting you at the Zoldyck estate was unimaginable. Sometimes in the darkest hour of the night you could almost hear her hoarse whispers, blindly pleading repeatedly to the nurses for you, why her daughter was nowhere to be found.

She fought for your next visit, begging at death’s door to see you one last time but alas, death was cruelly fair and her time was rightfully due. And so the feeling when you completely missed her burial, when you were refused a visit to her grave to pay your respects, when you were forbidden to grieve for it was a sign of weakness. The feeling of such accumulated events…

What was it you were supposed to feel?

You knew your heart nor mind could never be so numb, you weren’t anything like the Zoldycks at all, so detached to even a sliver of morality and compassion. So then why didn’t the news of her death send you to your knees? Why couldn’t you feel anything? Could it be a temporary shock- perhaps that’s why your cheeks were dry.

Just when you were lost in your thoughts with a tight frown pursed upon your lips, your personal handmaiden politely intruded herself inside the bathroom, announcing the arrival of master Illumi from his recent mission abroad. You lifted your head from your trance as her soft voice ricocheted off the black marbled walls, a gentle reminder to you of exactly where you were before your mind took you someplace else.

Upon seeing her, she was diligently prepped with her arms open wide, holding your robe before you.

The strange family had rightfully encroached all rights that you previously held, your freedom, your dignity, pride, and even your last name; privacy was the least of your concern. Rising from the cold waters, you allowed her to tie the warm fabric around you. She was always so meticulous and gentle, as if the slightest movement of her gestures or the flicker of her gaze could potentially be taken as an affront.

There were ample times that you searched for at least some kind of warmth in this forlorn and dreary estate, some kind of companion to show a little humanity and compassion with. You should’ve known that pursuing friendship on this mountain was pointless. The myriad of maids and butlers that they have at their disposable offered no comfort to your despair as they were always sickeningly polite but never friendly, leaving a gaping hole in your chest to fend this loneliness for yourself.

At the threshold of the gargantuan door, Illumi stood impassively while one of the butlers of the estate came to lighten his load. He had come back rather early from his departure, the extensive tasks assigned to him was nothing he hadn’t done before and yet with so many undertakings he was obligated to finish he had forgone rest when it was deemed necessary, opting to continue on to the next job effective immediately. Perhaps it was his habit of having a tireless and dedicated focus during a mission or maybe it was just his overzealousness to see you again.

“Welcome back, master Illumi. I trust that you found our services to be adequate on your journey back.” Gotoh pleasantly bade a congenial welcome as he gracefully placed his right hand across his chest and bowed his head slightly before the eldest of Zoldyck’s son.

He simply hummed in reply not sparing another glance at the man for Illumi’s vacant stare was occupied, searching the premises based on his peripheral vision for any sign of you awaiting him without fail like you do every time he arrived back from his assignments. “And my wife?” he curtly inquired after seeing no sign of you.

Descending from the stairs, you face your personal demon with a pathetic palpitating heart. The robe that you adorned did little to cover the coldness of his gaze for the room froze every time he was near. Nevertheless a stretch of a satisfying smile formed across his lips as you made your way towards his arms.

Embracing him always felt like the first time, your shoulders tensed every time his elongated thin fingers squeezed your sides as he enveloped you in a mockingly sweet embrace. If it bothered him, Illumi never spoke of it. The locks of his midnight hair brushed against your face as you placed a quivering kiss upon his cheek, uttering a small greeting for him.

Just like clockwork he began to led you away from the foyer and into your shared quarters with his lithe hand burrowing itself into your waist.

Though it felt like years had passed once your fate was intertwined with his, you could never get used to his presence. This saccharine coated reality could never delude you to construe this as something more meaningful than a means of escape from your financial poverty and his obligation on fulfilling his filial piety. The carefully rehearsed charade always played out the same where in the end of the night you would find yourself in a familiar predicament.

Inside the cimmerian chamber dim flickering candle lights illuminated the tenebrous darkness around you. The satin beneath your naked skin easily shifted as Illumi handled you attentively from above. As he moved to discard of his clothes your eyes absentmindedly wandered to the same spot on the ceiling that you’ve gazed upon countless of times. However once you heard the gentle rustle of his garments join yours into the floor, your attempt to seperate your mind from your body ended in vain.

Illumi hovered above you leaving a scant space between your lips. You wished you knew why he searched for your eyes every time he began to kiss you, taking a pensive moment for you to finally look at him, to be the centre of your attention. You didn’t know why he bothered taking his time with you for every night you spent with him you had only demonstrated compliance and obedience. Prolonging such affair was only counterproductive.

You felt him dragging his nails softly into your skin as he brought his hands up slowly from your thighs to your neck, grasping the rhythmically beating point and finally placing a soft kiss.

Closing your eyes you unconsciously balled the sheets beneath you with your fists. The kiss was timid and placid on your lips as his hair fell and entangle with the pool of your own. Illumi finally released after a few languishing moments and began to trace wistful kisses along your neck.

You knew better as to why an apathetic assassin that left a trail of crimson behind him for equity would give you the time of day to leave obsequious pecks.

Illumi was a man of pure objectivity, each action he took had an ulterior motive behind it for no lift of his finger went by without it having some kind of incentive for him in the end. And so his adoring kisses and unctuous attention did little to move your amoral perception of him.

He only indulged in such idle debauchary for he believed it was what you enjoyed, hence allowing the intercourse to go smoothly and successfully with the benefit of your arousal. Illumi was especially persistent in his countless endeavours in carrying out his bloodline with you. The details surrounding the child were kept quite vague and undisclosed, the only emphasis now was centred around the health and condition of your mental and physical state.

Perhaps that’s why Illumi always handled you selflessly, as if he missed you terribly every time he went away for his delegated tasks. His efforts to please you easily began to grow more apparent, especially under an auspicious moon.

Suddenly his hand encapsulated your small shivering ones, making your breath hitch just slightly as he rose up to meet you once more. “You’re still shaking, what’s the matter?”

Were you? You hadn’t noticed the state of your body for your mind was running wild with endless thoughts. Sensing the tension in the air you quickly placated his growing trepidation with a weak smile. “Forgive me, tonight is just particularly cold today, perhaps I’ve left the window open again.” Avoiding his ruminating gaze Illumi released a ghost of a sigh before nodding, indicating that he took your word for it despite you knowing deep down that he did not.

“Shall we go by the fireplace?” He suggested innocuously.

You, however, couldn’t prevent the heat from rising up to your face as you couldn’t even begin to fathom engaging in such activity beside a roaring fire. Not only that but you would be rid of the protective barrier of your sheets and most of all, the wavering waves of red would cast a glow onto his face, forcing you to glance up upon him and seeing more of what you’re already comfortable with.

A prude is the word most women back in your town would describe you as, however you would staunchly argue to such claims when the eyes of death has its attention solely on you.

“No,” you gripped onto his hands. “Here is just fine.”

Illumi gathered you into his arms, pulling you upwards along with him as he pressed more kisses against your lips and slowly trailed them down to your chest. You hesitantly wrapped your hands around his shoulders, careful not to tip the centre of balance he had on you as you nearly straddled his lap.

“Very well,” he murmured before flipping you back on the bed and making you land onto your front swiftly. “Then I shall hold you instead.”

Encapsulating you wholly with your back pressed against his chest, he held onto your chest tightly against him with one arm as the other gripped your hips firmly, raising it up to meet his. His head burrowed itself into the crook of your neck to leave more discoloured marks, and just in time as you felt the stretch commence.

You were nowa Zoldyck, as you often reminded yourself, nothing could contain you not even pain, not even death, not even love.

Roughly a year had passed and the same moonlight shined through the darkness upon the mountain peak once again. The Zoldyck estate was in turmoil. Nurses ran frantically from across the halls carrying fresh pristine white towels only to have them drenched in blood in the next second.

You knew what you signed up for the moment you stood before theTesting Gate, it was just simply your time to fulfil your end of the bargain.

The journey of your pregnancy was a stark contrast to the treatment you had been subjected to in your time here. Instead of poison laced meals to the verge of hospitalisation and endless hours of enhancing your strength endurance, you were finally given some form of a break.

Those little mercies such as extra hours of sleep, the vitamins and protein back in your system and the permission to acquire rest when you needed it were like heaven to you.

Your health along with your baby’s progress was greatly monitored, not a day goes by that your daily intensive checkup went by carelessly.

Everyday you gazed down in front of the mirror and saw yourself grow progressively. The size of your belly began to expand with each passing time that came closer to the due date. Though despite the baby being attached to your very self you couldn’t feel a sense of attachment to it, the very kind your mother had for you.

And so when you first heard him cry from your extraneous labour, you were stricken by a sudden powerful force. Months of him stirring inside you and it took you this long to realise the being inside you was alive.

The obstetrician and the nurses all cheered and cooed at the successful delivery of your newborn baby, making excessive notes of how handsome he was. Their faces damped with their efforts to ensure the health of the mother and the baby was maintained paid off for the delivery was a success.

The burden finally left their shoulders as one should feel when it was a Zoldyck’s turn to employ and entrust an imperative job such as this.

Once the umbilical cord was cut, you were able look upon his face. Blood stained your hands and cheek as you held him close to your chest, his tiny hand already reaching out for your face, finally tempering his cries into charming babbling nonsense when he sensed that you were near. Everything about him reminded you of Illumi, his midnight hair that was twisted in tiny wisps, his complexion, his small but sharp features upon his face.

But those eyes, they were yours.

The warmth of such gaze possessed you to crumble down before your son for it wasn’t until his arrival that your humanity was finally restored. Emotions flooded your senses to the point that you thought you couldn’t feel anything else but harrowing pain and guilt. Your separation from your only family, society, your own mother’s death, the excruciating pain that was inflicted upon you- you’ve felt it all.

The mental fortitudes that you’ve built up over the accumulating years all came crashing down when you looked upon a face so innocent and pure. Something that was truly incapable of harnessing any bloodshed as per the family designed of his future.

And after all this time you were carrying him like a pig to slaughter. Partaking in this corrupt pseudo-experiment to create the cold and hard perfect monster, subservient to the wills and orders of the family.

Just like his father.

Suddenly, one of the nurses took him away from your embrace consequently making you panic at the thought of your son being alone without you. The feeling that compelled you to care for another was one that felt so familiar and yet so foreign, plucking an untouched chord in your heartstring that you’ve forgotten a long time ago.

All your life you were living for someone else; when you lost your mother you were at a loss for your purpose was amiss, living as an empty hollow shell of a human being. Now that the birth of your child had come, an epiphany struck you like a blinding flash of lightening.

He was your new profound purpose.

“Where are you taking him?” You gasped out, already reaching out towards the nurse who held him around a blanket. She briefly replied that she would be taking his measurements but her words of comfort fell on deaf ears for it did nothing to placate the fact that you were separated from your baby.

“No, no- please! Give him back to me!” Now you were crawling across the maroon soaked sheets, wincing at the fact that you were still bleeding but still keeping a staunch arm out in front of you.

Your frantic actions forced the nurses nearby to restrain you, holding you back onto the bed while urging advices to calm down. However their grip upon you nearly fell for you could see nothing but red in your eyes, there was no amount of force in this world that could withhold you from being without him. Your beseeches and tenacious struggle quickly came to a halt when you felt a sudden jolt of pain from your side.

Looking down with your tear stricken face you saw that you were haphazardly injected with a strange transparent liquid to sedate you. Usually you could easily persevere over simple liquid anaesthetics that could even wipe out an entire five adult men but this dose was a new thing entirely, you’ve never been exposed to such a heavy medication that edged on it being lethal before.

However you knew that the fate of your son would be compromised if you stayed, if you didn’t fought for him.

Consequently, the only necessary action you needed to take was to escape. Gathering your bearings from the Jenny that you’ve rightfully championed two summers ago, you’ve decided that the amount would guarantee him and you a stable future.

That is why after two moons have passed when you’ve conjured enough strength to gather yourself from your deep sleep, right before Illumi was scheduled to come back to witness the scion of the house of Zoldyck, that you would take off when the moon was at its peak.

There was no leaving it up to chance for there was no telling when you would see you son again. There was much conviction in your assumption that Illumi would haste his training program to become an elite assassin, just as the family intended from the start.

The Zoldycks were unrivalled in their system of securing their property. A fortress that the brave or the foolish dared to try to penetrate, though their attempts would always end up in vain; along with bruises and a few broken bones if they were smart enough to retreat soon. However, they weren’t quite as adept at keeping someone in than they were at keeping everyone out.

Glancing back the faint sight of the distant mountain on the horizon, you slowed your pace as you decided you’ve made satisfactory progress in distance. Looking around perilously and tuning your ears to the sound of even the faintest landing of the leaves in the autumn breeze, you relievedly deduced that you weren’t followed- well at least not yet.

Releasing small huffs from your over exertion of energy, you gazed down fondly at the sight of your son bundled up in a large cloth in which you tied tightly onto your back. You relievedly let out a soft smile when you found out he was still sleeping soundly, gripping onto some of your loose hairs unconsciously. Setting him down inside a hollow tree you figured you could take a few minutes to decipher where True North lied.

However, a sudden change in the atmosphere made your blood freeze. Staring out into the darkness, you fixed your sights in the direction of the energy with your fists clenched in anticipation.

You felt him before you even saw him. Your heart dropped when you sensed whose aura emitted belonged to.

Illumi came out of darkness with an air of calmness surrounding him. This sense of composure completely shifted yours, you knew he could easily overpower you for his nen abilities reigned supreme over yours, nonetheless you couldn’t allow a fight for freedom to go unchallenged, not when you were so close to the finish line.

His ambiguity costed you valuable time to quickly devise a plan. Should you fight or should you flee? There was no telling he would kill you and steal your son away if you opposed him and yet given his nature, Illumi was quite capable of putting up a façade to front his murderous intent.

When he came too close for comfort, you realised you could never outrun him with this distance, thus you had to strike before he could. Unsheathing a small dagger that you carried just in case you ran into some trouble, you cursed at yourself for carrying a short range weapon.

Nevertheless you missed his shoulder by just the width of a hair. Illumi’s speed, though something to be marvelled at, was the only aspect that you worried most about.

As if in slow motion you fell forwards and from the corner of your eyes, you saw him shift easily from your reach. Illumi began to extend his arm out to impede your efforts, however you caught sight of his advances and immediate retreated back.

He blinked in mild surprise before exhaling a jaded sigh. “Fighting me is futile, you know very well that you cannot defy me in battle.” He stated matter-of-factly. “This victory brings me no satisfaction.”

“Bring the child forth and end this foolishness now.”

“You monster,” you spat out the words like venom. “You’ll kill him.”

Lashing out in anger you attempted another strike but narrowly missed again. Gritting your teeth in frustration you were so blinded by hatred that you failed to notice his hand reaching from your blind spot to restrain your dagger.

Wrapping his long lithe fingers around your wrist Illumi gave a warning squeeze, enough to make a grown man fall to his knees. When you refused to yield, he gripped it into a blood cutting bind until you heard your bones shift and crack. You gasped out once your hold slackened as the dagger fell into the soft green grass below.

“No, I’ll make him stronger.” Illumi confidently promised. He just broke your wrist but oddly still, you couldn’t sense any intention of harm from him as you presumed.

Your body went rigid when he uttered your name softly, pulling your weight into him almost comfortingly. “We’re still a family,” he spoke so lowly you thought you heard a sense of betrayal and hurt from his words. “I know it’s hard, but we only have each other.”

This imitation of kindness pulled you back into reality before you could cry into his chest and take you back to the mountain. Jerking from his touch disgustedly you began to prepare to lunge at him despite your broken hand.

“You know very well that I will pursue you even to the ends of the earth.”

You lurch out in a punch at his direction but Illumi hastily blocked your attacks. Dodging your strikes he only ever defends, hardly even trying to challenge you. An approach that was more pacifist as opposed to practical.

“I’ll stop at nothing to bring you both home, there is nothing you can protect him from. The boy will watch many deaths before him. He will know the true meaning of threats and violence, they will fall under mine. He will never know peace.”

You almost cried when you heard him spoke of your son’s future in a manner that was so casually cruel. Forcing yourself to block his torturous lies and vitriolic taunts, you eyed for your weapon inconspicuously.

Catching a glint from the blade of the dagger in the tall grass, you reached out to briskly seize it. Before you could even get close, Illumi kicked it swiftly to the point where it was no longer visible to you. Looking up at him with a gaze gaunt with pain and humiliation as he said your name once more.

“Listen to reason.”

In a fit of rage you blindly fought him with your moves only consisting of attacks and albeit not very coordinated for you could barely even see your hands in front of you. You could sense that Illumi willingly took some of your punches as he winced a little when one of your attacks coincidentally targeted his weak points.

You hadn’t realised you were crying until he balanced you upright just as when you stumbled forwards due to your eyes stinging with blurry vision. Why had you expressed yourself at your weakest point in the midst of a fight? Were you really this weak? After such gruelling years of training did they amount to nothing when you couldn’t even compare to the man you willed yourself away to?

You already lost before you even began.

Locking a grip around his neck you managed to successfully pinned him to the ground floor. His eyes blankly looked up at your dishevelled state raw with pure emotions in contrast to his cool and composed self. It took you this long to register that he wasn’t fighting for your submission but for your sake.

Illumi easily reverted to being the dominant position when he was about to receive a lethal strike from you. Pining both of your hands to the ground as he restrained your legs with his knees.

Illumi studied your trembling form underneath him, appearing like a feral cat caught in a cage, ready to lash out from any sudden actions even one out of kindness.

“What can I do to get you to stay?” He persuaded exasperatedly, as if he was tired of you looking at him like he’s the enemy. Meanwhile, you glared at the ludicrous question.

“I want a normal life for him. I want him to see the world, I want him to go to school, to make friends.” Your throat tightened when you brought him up. Proposing your wishes in vain knowing truly he could never fulfil what you desired. “You’ll have to kill me first before you could ever get to him.”

“An unnecessary sacrifice.” He quickly corrected, as if such a thought had never crossed his mind.”How could I endanger the one I love most?”

Your face twisted in detest at his hypocrisy. “What do you know about love?”

Illumi merely blinked at your question, in which the answer was one that he thought was already apparent

“I love you.”

And yet a thousand needles could never the change the way you feel for him. You only saw darkness within Illumi, death was the only thing drilled into his mind for his purpose was designed only for murder.

But then why couldn’t you see any deception in his eyes? Why did he possess such sincerity when he declared his feelings for you. In the midst of constant exposure to inhumanity was it truly possible for hope and love to endure for Illumi?

At the cold realm on top of the mountain you have gazed at numerous celestial wonders of the universe, but none could compare to what you saw in his gaze. You recognised the fragments of humanity inside him and it was far more powerful than anything that you had ever witnessed before.

To have seen compassion for another being in a state of infinite chaos, Illumi was truly a wonder.

“We can have that, you know,” Illumi gently said. “A house for our own far away from here, school, friends, whatever you want.”

“But... not for him?” Your breath stopped when he nodded slowly, sympathising your disappointment at your speculation.

“His siblings may lead the normal life you intended for them, but it’s critical that the eldest Zoldyck carry on the family’s name and status.”

Like an echo through history, you really can’t stop the Zoldycks’ legacy. Nevertheless, the question still rang in your head alarmingly.

Could you do it?

Doom your firstborn to save the others?

After what you’ve been through was it the only logical choice?

“You can’t hurt him.”

Alas, the only natural rational course of action was to naturally comply. Illumi graced a genuine smile as he closed the distance between you and sealed the deal with a chaste kiss.

“Never.”

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who’s your daddy? - jhs | thirteen

➸ in order to get over your hopeless crush, you sign up for DADDI, a daddy-dom dating site. you can’t tell your friends, especially your best friend hoseok. but as weeks go on, you’re desperate to meet the man behind the screen.

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thirteen- all yours.

warnings- oral sex (m,f), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, edging, orgasm denial, spanking, dirty talk, slightly degrading dirty talk, D/s, possessive dirty talk, fingering, cum eating, creampie, teasing, vibrators, praise

rating- explicit/nsfw/18+

a/n-Oh my god. it’s here. it’s done. we made it. we did it. pls let me know your thots. special thanks to @wwilloww for beta reading and @kookiesjoonies @ladyartemesia @xjoonchildx @taetaewonderland for the hype. ily all.

With a few finishing touches, the room is set.

You’ve dimmed the lights, closed the blinds, iced the champagne and prepped the bed.

Your body is smooth, exfoliated, ready. You’ve never scrubbed and shaved and plucked more thoroughly in your life.

You can’t help it. You’re excited and nervous and scared and hopeful.

You want things to work out with Daddy. You want to see if there’s a possibility of a future with him. You want to meet the man who set your entire being on fire.

And yet,

There’s a longing. A deep-seated need for one singular man.

Jung Hoseok.

He’s all you can think about lately. While Daddy always lingers—is always there in the back of your mind, Hoseok is omnipresent. You think of his smile, the way he held you so close when he kissed you, the jokes, the years of friendship that built into something so romantic and easy.

Your heart thumps heavily in your chest as you think of him. As you think of him sitting at home after you turned him down for the date this weekend, as you think of him wanting you and you’re… preparing to sleep with another man.

But you couldn’t think of that. Not now, not here.

It’s now or never with Daddy. You have to know. Or you’d live the rest of your life wondering.

Your phone pings with an alert.

I’m here.

Your heart rate increases and you nearly pace the floor of the expensive hotel room.

How should you wait for him? Standing at the door? Hiding in the bathroom?

You settle on the bed, lying as comfortably, yet as sexily as possible, ensuring your cleavage is visible in the baby blue robe you’re wearing.

You suck in a breath.

It’s happening.

It’s really fucking happening.

Over the pounding of your heart, you can hear the keycard click in the lock, allowing access to the cardholder. You can’t see the door, it’s down a short hallway, but you can hear everything.

The door opens, footsteps, then it closes.

Then, it’s silent.

Your lungs burn—you haven’t taken a breath in for what feels like years.

“Babygirl?”

You exhale loudly, hands nearly trembling with nerves.

“Daddy?”

The footsteps move closer, closer, even closer to the end of the hallway where you will both become visible to one another.

And then,

He’s there, and you’re gasping out loud. Your world slows, your brain short-circuits. Every vein in your body is screaming out, begging for the man that sets your world on fire.

Jung Hoseok stands at the end of the hallway in his finest slacks and button up, Gucci belt tying the look together—black leather bag in hand. His eyes are wide as he drinks you in—as reality settles in his mind.

“W-what are you doing here?” You ask through shaky breathing.

“I-,” he begins, then clears his throat. “I’m Daddy.”

You can’t move for too long. You’re stunned to silence and frozen to the spot on the bed.

You don’t have to choose anymore.

You don’t have to decide who to choose.

The choice was always Hoseok—it was always him.

As quickly as you froze, you’re leaping off the bed and throwing yourself onto Hoseok’s body, hugging him as tightly as you can. He wraps his arms around you as you bury your face into his neck, tears springing up at your eyes.

He smells like heaven; you realize. He smells like your home, your future.

You pull back to press your forehead to his, smiling through watery tears.

“It’s you,” you murmur.

He nods, swallowing a lump in his throat as he does so. “It’s me.”

You kiss him with all the passion, all the pent up desire, all the need you’ve held onto in your body for both men. For Daddy, for Hoseok. For the man who made you feel so sexy, and the man who made you feel so loved.

And lucky for you, he is both.

He pulls away from your lips, his bright smile mirroring your own.

“We really thought we missed out on a date with each other at coffee,” he laughs. “And we were on the date the whole time.”

You pull him tighter and press your face to his shoulder to laugh, amused at how fucking clueless you had been.

“I thought you stood me up, but I ended up having the best time of my life with you. I can’t believe how stupid we are.”

Hoseok nods, and as you lift your head back, he cups your cheek.

“I am so fucking crazy about you,” he admits. “And I’m fucking wild for baby girl. And you’re both.”

“I really like Daddy, but I fell for Hoseok.”

His hands tighten around your waist, and he presses soft, gentle kisses to your lips.

“That’s brilliant news,” he speaks through kisses roving your face. “Because I’m both.”

He guides your body towards the bed until the back of your knees hit the soft surface and you’re sinking down onto the plush mattress.

Hoseok kisses you so deeply, like you’re the only person left on earth, and your body feels like it’s been set on fire. Every part of you is singing in rapture from the man’s touch.

His eyes are black—pupils blown wide when he pulls away from you. It makes you shiver to see the sunshine in his eyes turn into sin.

“Lay down on the pillows, baby,” he whispers as he stands up straight at the foot of the bed.

You obey him without question, without falter. You slide back until your head rests on the plush, expensive pillows. Your body vibrates with excitement, trembling with need. Hoseok’s eyes observe you, dark and lustful gaze as he undies the cuff buttons on his shirt, and rolls up his sleeves.

“Untie that robe, angel. Show me what’s mine.”

His words imprint in your mind. His.

You are his, fully and without question.

Shaking fingers pull the belt that ties your robe together. The silk slides apart and you open it slowly like a gift until you’re exposed completely to the sharp-dressed man fixated on your every move.

His lungs feel tight as your perky breasts come into view.

He’s seen them on his phone, jerked off to them nearly a hundred times, but now he knows that it’s you and his cock pulses in his slacks.

Your nipples prickle and peak in the chilly hotel air, and his lips are itching to wrap and suck and pull on them until you’re quaking.

You work the robe completely off of you, and throw the expensive garment to the floor as if it’s nothing, as if you wanted nothing more in life than to be naked for him at all times.

His eyes trace up your long legs, soaking in each curve of your slender calves and thick thighs. They trail to the apex of those luscious legs, and he nearly salivates.

“Spread your legs, baby girl,” he chokes. “Show me your pretty cunt.”

Your face flushes, heat blooming in your cheeks—and yet you comply. You’re unable to refuse.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Hoseok’s eyes flutter closed for a moment, affected by hearing your voice use the honorific. It’s something he never thought he could have in his wildest dreams—you and baby girl existing within the same body. He can be himself, fully, both parts of him—with you.

Your legs part instantly, slowly opening up your most intimate parts to the man who makes your heart burn with need.

He can’t stop staring as your pussy opens up to him. Your legs spread wantonly, knees up to the sky and hips open wide. Even from the end of the bed, he can see the way you drip with arousal.

“Look at you.” His voice is reverent, speaking a prayer to your cunt as he descends onto the bed and crawls towards your open legs.

“Look at this sweet little pussy—so wet for Daddy.”

You nibble at your lip, watching him with growing anticipation that makes your cunt seep out even more.

“All for y-you,” you agree, nervousness making your words shaky.

He begins his journey to your body by holding each calf and ravaging them with kisses. He presses his lips up to your knees—before peppering gentle adorations to your thighs.

“My beautiful, beautiful girl,” he intones. “I’ve wanted to do this to you for so long.”

Your eyes slip closed as you feel his adoration linger up and down your legs. It’s like Hoseok’s finished his pilgrimage to the altar of your body, and he’s here to offer his piety to you and you alone.

He moves in further, allowing his fingers to trail closer to your cunt, tracing the moisture that has gathered up and down your slit with one finger

“I’m gonna make you mine, baby doll. All mine.” He whispers the words like a prayer.

“Yours, Daddy.”

He smiles.

“And what’s your Daddy’s name?”

You gulp and shiver as his finger continues its teasing trace. It’s so light that it makes your needy core throb.

“H-Hoseok,” you swallow. “Jung Hoseok.”

His smile splits to a grin, and he rewards you with one fat lick of his tongue on your clit that makes you keen.

“All fucking mine.”

Your legs shake as you groan at his mouth that leaves you as soon as it comes. You need more, need all of him. You feel as if your core is burning, screaming with life.

“P-please! Daddy!” You whine. “I need you!”

Hoseok chuckles darkly, kissing the smooth skin of your mound and hips.

“I know you do, angel,” he says. “And I intend to make you need me more before I give it to you.”

Your back arches off the bed in a mixture of frustration and aching need. Hoseok is determined to drive you to the ends of your wits tonight, make sure you’re literally putty in his hands by the time he fucks your desperate hole.

He travels up to your breasts, licking and suckling marks on the full globes before he pulls your taut nipples into his warm mouth. You’re whining his name, singing his praises as he nibbles and pulls on each bud.

He spends enough time on each nipple they’re turning a crimson shade from his ministrations, and the skin of your breasts will bruise and be marked with love bites for days after.

“My sweet baby girl,” he coos as he finally reaches your lips, kissing you sweetly as if he isn’t teasing your body within an inch of its life.

“I have so much planned for you,” he says as he kisses your face. “I can’t promise I will be this gentle all night. Is that okay with you?”

His words stoke the flames in your tummy. You know Daddy can be hard, dominant, sadistic. Knowing he’s Hoseok makes it even more thrilling, more intoxicating.

“I want you—all of you,” you agree. “I want Daddy as much as I want Hoseok. You’re one and the same.”

He cups your cheek with a hand and tucks loose strands of hair behind your ear, eyes softening for a moment as he gazes down at you.

“Then, you can have all of me.”

One last sweet kiss is all he gives you, kissing you like you’re his one and only, his final.

When he pulls away, his eyes are dark like an incoming storm you refuse to take shelter from. Hoseok and Daddy become one, and your body is screaming for the attention of the one who dominates you combined with the one who loves you in one singular body.

“I think you still need a punishment for the way you spoke to me this week,” he tuts as he pulls away from your body to stand at the edge of the bed. He remembers the bratty attitude you had as you messaged him, the way he had to put you in your place in your phone call. He still remembers the way he could hear your soppy pussy squelch with the force of your fingers, and it makes him yearn.

Your doe's eyes simper at him apologetically, making his cock strain harder in its confines. You’re the prettiest little submissive doll he’s ever laid eyes on, ever spoken to. Online, he fell for your sexual energy and passion. In person, for your character and your humor. Both parts of you culminate into being precisely what Jung Hoseok no longer simply wants, but needs.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you speak gently.

He retreats to the corner of the room where an elegant and plush armchair sits. He takes a seat and smiles at you, but the smile holds no sweetness in its meaning.

“Come here, baby,” he beckons.

As you’re rising from the bed and standing to walk towards him, he shakes his head and tsks. Your eyes focus on him in confusion.

“Crawl.”

You inhale shakily, head cloudy with lust as you comply and sink to the floor on your hands and knees.

Hoseok crosses a leg over the other and watches you interestedly, a finger propping up his face in a laid back and casual sort of attitude that has your cunt dripping.

He thrills as he watches you make your way towards him, crawling on your hands and knees for him. He watches the way your perky breasts bounce and swing, and he is sure if he could see it, your pussy is dripping with arousal. He can see it in the look in your eyes—the desperate need to be dominated swirling behind your seductress gaze.

You stop at his feet and kneel in front of him, waiting for his word on what to do next.

He’s silent for a moment and watches you. So obedient. So good. His cock is begging for him to take it out and stuff it into you, but he’s patient. He has to be. He doesn't want this to be a quick and rowdy fuck. That will come later in the evening. He knows now if he drags this out, makes you cry enough times from orgasm denial, the one you’ll have when he’s finally cervix deep inside you, will ruin you for any other cock, any other man, for life.

He sits upright, feet flat on the floor, and pats his lap.

“Lay over my knee,” he demands gently. “Put your ass in the air for me.”

You shiver as you realize what’s coming. Your body keens for the feel of his warm, firm hands delivering blows to each cheek of your ass.

With delicate hands, you crawl up his legs and drape yourself over, bare tits pressed against the soft fabric of the chair, tummy on his expensive slacks. You lift your hips to extend your ass higher and Hoseok groans out loud.

“God,” he sighs. “Such an obedient girl.”

He spreads your legs apart so he can see the lips of your cunt peek through, so he can watch as your arousal growls with each blow like he expects it to.

He lowers a hand down gently to rub at the smooth skin of your ass, tracing the globe gently.

“Good girls who take their punishments get rewarded,” he reminds you. “... eventually.”

He laughs gently and you shiver, knowing you’re in for a long night of delicious, pleasurable torture.

“Yes, Daddy,” you agree and wiggle your ass slightly. “I want to be a good girl for you.”

He rubs your ass for a moment longer, then lifts it away.

“Then, tell me what you did to deserve my hand.”

You swallow hard and close your eyes.

“I back talked you,” you say. “And I was being a brat.”

He hums in approval and nods, although you can’t see it.

Instantly, his hand comes down hard on the skin of your ass, leaving a stinging strike on one cheek that makes you gasp.

“You were,” he agrees as he soothes the red skin for a moment. “And, what else?”

You take a moment to catch your breath and gasp your response.

“I didn’t believe you! I thought you stood me up.”

He smiles as he remembers the coffee date with you, how cute you were as you sipped on shared drinks with him.

Another smack to the opposite cheek now, just as hard and stinging as the first.

The pleasure transcends the pain and the sizzle of the skin directs itself straight to your core. You can tell your cunt is juicing, perhaps even leaking onto the luxe fabric of Hoseok’s slacks. You can’t help but moan and arch in his grasp.

“Mm,” he sighs. “Do you like that, baby? Does your pussy get nice and sloppy wet from getting spanked?”

You can feel tears building up in your eyes as he brings his hand down again and again, the slaps echoing around the room.

“I need you, Daddy!” You beg. Your core is burning with desire, aching for a touch.

“I know you do, angel,” he says as he slaps your ass again, grunting with exertion. “I can see your greedy wet cunt, so needy for my cock.”

He rubs another teasing finger down your slit and it feels like bliss, like torturous heaven.

“P-please,” you cry. “I need you.”

His fingers plunge into your wet heat, fucking into your tight channel. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head at the feeling of his thick fingers and your grip on the chair tightens.

“Yeah, you like that?” He asks breathlessly. “You like Daddy’s fingers fucking your slutty cunt?”

Tears are pouring down your face, the pleasure so overwhelming that you can’t hold it back anymore. The remaining stinging pain on your ass combines with the stretch and thrusts of his fingers.

“Answer me!” His voice raises slightly and you whimper in reply.

“Yes! Yes, Daddy!”

He uses his free hand to spank your ass again, hardest of all this time, while he continues to fuck into your desperate cunt. It’s overwhelming and your moans escalate in volume.

“That’s right, slut,” he murmurs as he scissors his fingers inside of you, stretching out your hole for what he expects to be an endless night. “I’m the only one who can make this little cunt so juicy.”

Your stomach tightens as you feel your orgasm building, feeling the sizzling heat of it swell from the tips of your toes and envelop you.

“G-gonna c-cum, Daddy!”

Hoseok becomes even more relentless, thrusting harder.

“I don’t recall you asking for permission.”

Instantly, he removes his fingers from you and gently encourages you to slip back to the floor. You let out a sob as you crawl off his legs and down to the floor, kneeling in submission at his feet.

“I’m s-sorry, Daddy!” Your voice is shaky from having your oncoming orgasm ripped away from you.

“Show me how sorry you are,” he speaks as he presses a thumb against your lips until they yield to him and open. “Show me you’re sorry by sucking my dick like the cock-hungry slut you are.”

You’re undoing his slacks before the words even leave his lips, trembling hands gripping the button and zipper to tug them down as far as you can.

Your eyes widen as you see his expensive underwear bulge with what he’s packing. You know from photos that Daddy is impressive—thick and long. It flexes and slaps at his stomach in the videos he sent you of him jerking off to selfies of your tits.

But now that it’s connected that it’s Hoseok, it’s almost like unwrapping a surprise as you pull the boxers down to reveal his hard length.

He hisses as he feels the cool air, and his cock feels relieved at the freedom from confinement. It nearly pulses in excitement as he watches you stare it down, tiny hand coming to grip it firmly.

“Shit,” he whines as your hand moves up and down the shaft. “Dreamt of this for so long.”

Your lips curl into a smile and you rub the moisture beaded at the tip.

“Dreamt of me or of baby girl?” You ask, coyly.

“Both.”

You nibble at your lip and return to stroking him carefully. Your heart feels swollen with love, adoration, excitement at finally having the man of your dreams and your secret crush here, cock in hand. You’re determined to show him just how glad you are to be the object of his desires.

Your tongue darts out and licks gently at the mushroom tip, making Hoseok breathe harshly through his nose at the touch. You lick at the spot just underneath, where the tip meets the shaft, and Hoseok is gasping out loud.

“Christ,” he whines. “Don’t be a tease, please.”

Hoseok’s gentle nature shines through his dominance at your touch, his bravado momentarily slipping away from the pleasure. You can’t refuse him—you don’t think you ever could.

Effortlessly, your mouth opens wide and you suck in his length, moistening and swirling your tongue around him as you descend further and further down, all the way until his tip is forced at the back of your throat and your nose is buried in his abs.

Hoseok’s eyes widen as he watches you—feels you take all of him in one descent. He can feel the back of your throat and knows you’re stuffed as far as you can take—perhaps even further—and yet you remain. His cock warms up in your hot mouth, tongue still anxiously working up and down whatever parts it can wrap and reach. His hand grips your hair at the back of your head gently, cooing praises as he lifts you back up with a gentle pull.

“That’s my good little baby girl, taking Daddy’s cock so well.”

You preen under his praise and as you resurface to the tip, your energy quickens as you bob your head and set a sloppy, slobbery pace.

Hoseok watches you proudly, helps your head bounce on his cock with a firm hand on your skull. His cock has never been so hard in his life, and your hot little mouth is hitting spots that make him see stars.

“Ahhh, fuck yes,” he whispers. “You suck my dick like you were made for it. My personal little cocksleeve.”

His words flame like an inferno inside of you.

“God, I can’t wait to fuck your sweet pussy, baby. Bet your cunt was made for me too, meant for my cock only.”

As if it knows, your core tightens and pulses around nothing.

Hoseok watches you adoringly, eyes steady on you as your head bobs expertly. He maintains a steady stream of praise, dirty degrading comments about how good of a whore you are for him—comments that go straight to your cunt.

He can feel his orgasm building and he knows he doesn’t want to yet, doesn’t want to cum anywhere but inside your hot, tight hole.

He pulls up on your head, chuckling at your desperate eyes boring into his with confusion on why you’ve been stopped.

“Go lie on the bed, baby. I need to get something for you.”

You rise on weak and useless legs, doing as he asks and moving towards the bed and lie back on the pillows, watching as he digs through the black leather bag he arrived with. He pulls out an impressive Hitachi wand that has you squirming on the bed from the sheer sight of it.

He stalks towards you, predator towards prey, and lets the wand rest on the bed. He slowly begins unbuttoning his shirt, slowly and purposefully dragging it out to watch your eyes widen and body shake with anticipation.

His body is toned and perfect, just like you thought—just like you knew. You’re nearly salivating as he pulls his slacks and underwear completely off and his cock stands proudly against a background of defined muscles.

“Holy shit,” you breathe.

He loves this, is thriving off the fact that you’re just as enamored as he is.

Before you can register, he’s crawled on to the bed and is hovering over you. Your lips are a breath apart and you’re sure you’ve stopped breathing—stopped thinking about anything that isn’t Hoseok.

The wand lays heavy in his hand as he flicks the switch on. The powerful vibrations are near thunderous in the otherwise quiet room and your pussy reacts with no stimulation. You can feel your slick drip out of you, down to soak the blankets below.

“Eager,” he muses as your legs spread wantonly with no instruction. “Look at your soaked pussy. You’re making a mess of the bed.”

Your cheeks flame, embarrassed by just how desperate you are for Hoseok, but your embarrassment doesn’t linger. Hoseok doesn’t mention it to shame you. He revels in it, euphoric at the idea that he alone can turn you into a cock-hungry whore.

He lowers the toy and scoots towards you, kneeling in front of your open cunt. The toy is centimeters away, you can nearly feel the air between it and you vibrating. It stills your breath, seizes your lungs.

“Are you going to be a good girl?” He asks, holding the device from your folds purposefully.

You nod quickly, too quick. Your brain is effectively shutting down, only working with the parts that scream of need for his cock.

He chuckles his amusement at your anticipation. Your fingers are working their way up your body, dancing on your skin and closing in on your nipples. Hoseok notices and smirks.

“Play with your pretty nipples, baby. Pinch ‘em tight until it hurts.”

To show your obedience, your finger snags a bud in its grasp, pulling up and twisting slightly. The pain is more than satisfying. It wrenches a groan from your lips, as you ache for him to close the distance of the vibrating toy to your pussy.

“Good girl.”

He leaves you no room to reply, simply uses one hand to spread your cunt open with his fingers, while the other presses the ball-head of the toy directly to your clit.

Your body spasms in reaction, a litany of screams falling from your lips as your back arches off the bed and your legs convulse. The vibrations on your anguished clit makes your entire body feel electrified—like he’s attached a live-wire directly to your veins.

“H-Hoseok!!” You scream. Your cunt drips more, pools below you and Hoseok thrills in watching the theater performance you’re putting on for him.

“Yeah, you like this, baby?” He asks, voice gaining a hard edge. “You like it when Daddy plays with your clit?”

Your eyes are lolling back in your head, the indulgence of the act on your needy slit turning you brain-dead.

“I asked you a question, baby girl. Don’t make me punish you.”

Your lips quiver. You’re not even sure how words work, not sure how to form what you’re thinking with any language you can convey. Your moans come out blabbering, gasping a mixture of his name and ‘yes’ and ‘please’.

The licking flames of your climax expands, reaches up and strangles you with intensity. Your legs shake even further and your cunt is nearly pouring out your slick arousal.

Hoseok can tell you’re close now; he can tell by your increasing volume, your shuddering body that your orgasm is mere minutes—no, seconds away.

And, he can’t let that happen.

He takes the toy away and turns it off just as your mouth opens in a frenzy to scream your bliss.

Your eyes fly open. Your body screams in agony, in desperation to cum, and cum hard, at that. Hoseok has brought you to the brink so many times and never lets it stay. He wrenches you back down to earth, and you’re gasping for more, body clenching and quivering.

“P-please, Hoseok,” you whisper. Your ability to speak is still pitiful, still nearly impossible. Tears of frustration pool in your eyes and slip down your face. You’ve never been so turned on, so on edge, so absolutely frantic for someone in your life.

Hoseok wipes a tear away from your eyes with his thumb, shushing your needy whines.

“You’re going to cum on my cock,” he tells you. “You’re going to cum so hard around me, and no one else—nothing else. Only me, forever.”

Hoseok has you—hook, line and sinker. He’s captured you completely in every aspect. He has your heart, your soul, your cunt. You knew you’d fall fast when you met the right one, and now he sits in front of your weeping pussy and promises you you’ll never need another cock, another man, in your life. And you believe him. You’ll never want another again—you’re sure of it.

He crawls up your body and kisses at your tears, kisses your lips sweetly and waits until your breathing settles. He knows the edging is too much, nearly agonizing to take, and he’s desperate to reward you for your tolerance.

His hand grips his cock, lines it up and rubs it teasingly at your soaked slit. The action alone makes him grit his teeth, loving the way your soppy cunt leaks your arousal for him and coats the tip of him.

“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t see straight, baby,” he whispers. “Gonna show you who’s cunt this is.”

You don’t speak—you couldn’t if you tried. You’re absolutely spellbound by him, and lost in the way his cock teases you and rubs at your engorged, needy clit. It throbs with desire for release, for his touch. He’s dragging it out, teasing you as much as he can. He knows you’re on the edge—that you’ve been near an orgasm the whole night and he’s yet to allow you one.

“I need to hear you,” he states. “Need to hear you beg for me.”

You swallow hard, trying your best to activate your mind to formulate the words you need.

“Hoseok,” you gasp, eyes widening as he continues to tease your hole. “Hobi, please.”

He nearly loses it at the sound of your nickname for him, nearly gives in to you completely—but holds back. Just a bit longer, just a few moments more.

“I need you so bad,” you weep as a fat tear rolls down your cheek—tears forming from how desperate you are and how captivated you are that it’s him, that he’s the one above you giving you the world. “Please fuck me, Daddy.”

There’s no need to whisper a reply. Instead, he finally, finally, sinks his cock into your drenched heat, groaning as your slick walls stretch to accommodate him.

Your back arches up and you press your body up into his, prickled nipples pressing into his bare chest that makes him shiver as he bottoms out.

He’s still, only for a moment, giving your body a moment to adjust. He knows you’re so wet you won’t need long—your cunt is primed to accept his thickness.

He grabs your legs and opens them, throwing them over his shoulders so he pushes in even deeper.

He leans forward, makes your body bend, and kisses you deeply. He kisses you with passion, with sincerity and longing. He wants you to know you’re the girl he’s insane for—you’re the one.

After he pulls away, he lingers close to your lips and smiles.

“You’re mine, baby girl.”

He slowly drags his cock back until it’s nearly completely out of your channel, before his hips snap and he fucks into you—hard.

The pace he sets is punishing. He fucks into you like he’s wanted to for years now, thrusts into you so deep that your body bounces with each push forward. He watches you, watches as your mouth opens to gasp out screams and pleas. He relishes in the way your hands grip at his biceps, hold on to him like a lifeline. Hoseok is absolutely basking in the way your body blooms and accepts him, only him. Your cunt feels like heaven. It’s hot and tight and gripping him so tightly he’s sure he’ll cum without nearly any work.

His pace picks up, burying his cock into you hard and fast as he pushes your legs until your knees are up to your head. He wants to watch the way your dripping cunt takes his cock.

“God,” he whines as he watches himself slide in and out of you, covered in your creamy slick. “You take this cock so well. You were made to be my whore, baby.”

You babble a positive response, try to tell him that your body was designed for him to use, to take and please as he sees fit.

He continues.

“This tight little cunt is all mine, only mine. I’m gonna make sure I stuff you full of my cock every fucking night, baby girl. Gonna be nice and fucked out every day of the week.”

The tears of frustration turn into tears of bliss, crying in rapture as they streak down your cheeks. You’ve never felt so good from a fuck, from any hook up or relationship in your life. Hoseok has taken you to another world, another universe where the only thing that matters is his dick filling you up to the brim, and how close his body is to yours.

“Fuck,” he grunts as he feels his orgasm work itself up. “Can’t wait to cum inside this fucking pussy every fucking night.”

He grabs the Hitachi wand that’s lying on the bed and flicks it back to life. He grins as he sets the head back onto your clit and watches as you jolt even higher in response.

He can feel the vibrations against his cock as he fucks you and his mind spins. The sensation, tied with your sticky, slick channel sends him reeling towards the edge.

“Cum for me, baby girl,” he demands. “Show me I own this fucking pussy!”

Your mouth opens in a silent scream as it washes over you. All sound leaves as your back arches off the bed one final time and your cunt clenches down impossibly hard around his length and convulses wildly. Your orgasm hits you like a hurricane, battering down your body with its intense waves.

Hoseok watches in wonder, eyes wide as you cum harder than you have in your entire life. He’s mystified by you, by how responsive you are to him. It only takes a few more hypnotic pulses of your fiery pussy around his cock to send him skyrocketing towards his own climax.

His cock pulses with the intensity of his ropes of cum. Your walls accept him, coax and milk him to spill more and more and more, until he’s filled you up past your breaking point. It paints and coats your walls, pools in your womb, and he’s desperately crying your name as he grips your thighs.

The return to earth from a combined, world-shattering orgasm takes a few minutes. You struggle to catch your breath and focus your blurry vision. Hoseok struggles to keep himself upright and falls to rest on top of you, only holding himself up slightly to keep from crushing you.

“Oh, my god,” you whisper meekly. “I’ve never cum so hard in my life.”

Hoseok chuckles a weak laugh and presses a kiss to your ear, too lazy to lift his head.

“All for me.”

You smile and let a hand rest on his back, grazing the toned muscle gently with your fingertips. He finally lifts his head and stares down at you.

He looks so beautiful there above you. The remaining light from the night sky sparkles in his eye and he stares at you like you’re the most beautiful woman in the world.

And to him, you are. You’re everything and more.

“It’s you,” he sighs, still unbelieving that the girl of his dreams is the girl of his fantasies too.

“It’s you,” you echo.

There’s time for speaking later, time for adding everything up and confessing and planning.

For now, as Hoseok catches his breath, he crawls his way down your body to your spent cunt. His tongue peeks out of his mouth and kitten-licks at the drizzling cum that seeps out of you. You squeak in overstimulation, but spread your legs further open to encourage him.

“You’re all mine.”

He’s not sure if he’s telling you, or reminding himself.

Hoseok laps into your hole, licking and suckling at the combined juices.

“Yours,” you moan. “All yours.”

And Hoseok intends to make sure you never forget it.

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