#The True Teachings of Islam

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ইসলামের প্রকৃত শিক্ষা

ইসলামের তিনটি মৌলিক শিক্ষা

আল্লাহর একত্ববাদ, মুহাম্মদ সাল্লাল্লাহু আলাইহি ওয়াসাল্লাম এর নবুওত এবং মৃত্যুর পরের জীবনের ধারণা হল ইসলামের ধর্মবিশ্বাসের মৌলিক বিষয়। এগুলো যুক্তির উপর ভিত্তি করে তৈরি। ইসলামের সমস্ত শিক্ষা এই মৌলিক বিশ্বাস থেকে উদ্ভূত এবং সহজ ও সরল।

ইসলামের সবচেয়ে গুরুত্বপূর্ণ শিক্ষা কি?

" আল্লাহ ছাড়া কোন সত্য উপাস্য নেই এবং মুহাম্মদ আল্লাহর রাসূল " এই বিশ্বাস ইসলামের কেন্দ্রবিন্দু। আরবি ভাষায় লেখা এই বাক্যাংশটি ইসলামের পবিত্র ঐশ্বরিক প্রকাশের গ্রন্থ কুরআন সহ বিভিন্ন বস্তুতে বিশিষ্টভাবে প্রদর্শিত।

ইসলাম শিক্ষার মূল উৎস কুরআন শিক্ষা ইসলামের যাবতীয় বিশ্বাস, কর্ম ও আইনের ভিত্তি কুরআন। ইসলাম ধর্মমতে, প্রত্যেক মুসলিম ব্যক্তিকে কুরআনের যৎসামান্য অংশ হলেও আত্নস্থ করতে হয় এবং প্রত্যহ পাঁচ ওয়াক্ত নামাজে তাকে কুরআন থেকে বাধ্যতামূলকভাবে কিছু অংশ আবৃত্তি করতে হয়। তাই, ইসলাম শিক্ষার একটি গুরুত্বপূর্ণ অংশ কুরআন শিক্ষা করা।

ইসলাম শিক্ষা তাওহীদ ভিত্তিক 'তাওহিদ' শব্দের অর্থ একত্ববাদ। ইসলাম শিক্ষার মূলকথা হলো- لا اله الا الله অর্থ: আল্লাহ ছাড়া কোনো সত্য ইলাহ নেই। আল্লাহ তায়ালাকে সৃষ্টিকর্তা, পালনকর্তা, রিজিকদাতা এবং ইবাদত ও আনুগত্যের যোগ্য এক ও অদ্বিতীয় সত্তা হিসেবে মুখে স্বীকার ও অন্তরে বিশ্বাস করার নাম তাওহিদ।

ইসলামি শিক্ষার মূল উদ্দেশ্য হলো আল্লাহর সন্তুষ্টি অর্জন। আল্লাহকে কীভাবে ভালোবাসতে হয় এবং কী করলে আল্লাহর ভালোবাসা অর্জন করা যায় তা জানা। অর্থাৎ ইসলামি শিক্ষার অন্যতম প্রধান উদ্দেশ্য হলো আল্লাহর পথে জীবনযাপনের মাধ্যমে তাঁর ভালোবাসা অর্জন।

ইসলামে শিক্ষার গুরুত্ব ও তাৎপর্য

শিক্ষা ইসলামের প্রাথমিক মৌলিক বিষয়াবলির অন্তর্ভুক্ত। আদি শিক্ষক হলেন স্বয়ং আল্লাহ । তাই ফেরেশতারা বলেছিলেন, ‘হে আল্লাহ, আপনি পবিত্র! আপনি যা শিখিয়েছেন, তা ছাড়া আমাদের আর কোনো জ্ঞান নেই; নিশ্চয়ই আপনি মহাজ্ঞানী ও কৌশলী।’ (সুরা-২ বাকারা, আয়াত: ৩২)।

শিক্ষা ও জ্ঞানার্জনের জন্য পঠন-পাঠন অন্যতম মাধ্যম। আমাদের প্রিয় নবী (সা.)–এর প্রতি ওহির প্রথম নির্দেশ ছিল, ‘পড়ো, তোমার রবের নামে, যিনি সৃষ্টি করেছেন, সৃষ্টি করেছেন “আলাক” থেকে। পড়ো, তোমার রব মহা সম্মানিত, যিনি শিক্ষাদান করেছেন লেখনীর মাধ্যমে। শিখিয়েছেন মানুষকে, যা তারা জানত না।’ (সুরা-৯৬ আলাক, আয়াত: ১-৫)।

ইসলামি শিক্ষায় অধ্যয়ন ও অধ্যাপনার মূল পাঠ্যগ্রন্থ আল–কোরআন। ‘দয়াময় রহমান (আল্লাহ)! কোরআন শেখাবেন বলে মানব সৃষ্টি করলেন; তাকে বর্ণনা শেখালেন।’ (সুরা-৫৫ রহমান, আয়াত: ১-৪)।

কর্মে ও আচরণে ইতিবাচক পরিবর্তন ও উন্নয়ন সাধন নির্দিষ্ট পদ্ধতিতে তথ্য প্রদান বা জ্ঞানদান করাকে শিক্ষাদান বা পাঠদান বলে। খলিফা হজরত উমর (রা.)–এর এক প্রশ্নের জবাবে হজরত উবায় ইবনে কাআব (রা.) বলেন, ‘ইলম হলো তিনটি বিষয়, আয়াতে মুহকামাহ (কোরআন), প্রতিষ্ঠিত সুন্নাত (হাদিস) ও ন্যায় বিধান (ফিকাহ)।’ (তিরমিজি)। হজরত উবায় ইবনে কাআব (রা.) বলেন, ‘(শিক্ষিত তিনি) যিনি শিক্ষানুযায়ী কর্ম করেন অর্থাৎ শিক্ষার সঙ্গে দীক্ষাও থাকে।’ (তিরমিজি ও আবু দাউদ)।

ইলম বা জ্ঞান হলো মালুমাত বা ইত্তিলাআত তথা তথ্যাবলি। এটি দুভাবে অর্জিত হতে পারে, (ক) হাওয়াচ্ছে খামছা তথা পঞ্চইন্দ্রিয়ের মাধ্যমে। যথা: ১. চক্ষু, ২. কর্ণ, ৩. নাসিকা, ৪. জিহ্বা ও ৫. ত্বক। এই জ্ঞানকে ইলমে কাছবি বা অর্জিত জ্ঞান বলে। (খ) ওয়াহি। যথা: (১) কোরআন ও (২) সুন্নাহ বা হাদিস। এ প্রকার জ্ঞানকে ইলমুল ওয়াহি বা ওয়াহির জ্ঞান বলে। ইন্দ্রিয়লব্ধ জ্ঞান সদা পরিবর্তনশীল, ওহির জ্ঞান অপরিবর্তনীয়।

নবী–রাসুলদের দাওয়াতি কাজের মূল ভিত্তি ছিল জ্ঞানের আলো দিয়ে মানুষকে অন্ধকার থেকে আলোতে নিয়ে আসা। হজরত ইব্রাহিম (আ.) দোয়া করেছিলেন: ‘হে আমাদের প্রভু! আপনি তাদের মাঝে এমন রাসুল পাঠান, যিনি তাদের সমীপে আপনার আয়াত উপস্থাপন করবে, কিতাব ও হেকমত শিক্ষা দেবে এবং তাদের পবিত্র করবে। নিশ্চয়ই আপনি পরাক্রমশালী স্নেহশীল ও কৌশলী।’ (সুরা-২ বাকারা, আয়াত: ১২৯)।

বিদ্যা মানে জ্ঞান, শিক্ষা মানে আচরণে পরিবর্তন। সব শিক্ষাই বিদ্যা কিন্তু সব বিদ্যা শিক্ষা নয়; যদি তা কার্যকরী বা বাস্তবায়ন করা না হয়। জ্ঞান যেকোনো মাধ্যমেই অর্জন করা যায়, অধ্যয়ন জ্ঞানার্জনের একটি পন্থা মাত্র। অধ্যয়ন তথা জ্ঞানচর্চা বা বিদ্যার্জন সব সময় শিক্ষার সমার্থক নয়।

ইসলামে শিক্ষার উদ্দেশ্য হলো আদম সন্তানকে মানুষরূপে গড়ে তোলা। যে শিক্ষা আত্মপরিচয় দান করে, মানুষকে সৎ ও সুনাগরিক হিসেবে গঠন করে এবং পরোপকারী, কল্যাণকামী ও আল্লাহর প্রতি অনুরাগী হতে সাহায্য করে, সে শিক্ষাই প্রকৃত শিক্ষা। শিক্ষা মানুষের অন্তরকে আলোকিত করে, অন্তর্দৃষ্টি উন্মোচিত করে, দূরদর্শিতা সৃষ্টি করে। তাই আল্লাহ তাআলা বাবা আদম (আ.) কে সৃষ্টি করে প্রথমে তাঁর শিক্ষাব্যবস্থা করলেন। কোরআনের বর্ণনায়, ‘আর আল্লাহ তাআলা আদমকে সকল বস্তুর পরিণতি শেখালেন।’ (সুরা-২ বাকারা, আয়াত: ৩১)। যে জ্ঞানের মাধ্যমে মানুষের অন্তর হিংসা, বিদ্বেষ ও ঘৃণা থেকে মুক্ত হয়ে ভালোবাসায় পরিপূর্ণ হয়, তা–ই ইসলামি শিক্ষা।

রাসুলুল্লাহ (সা.)–কে স্বয়ং আল্লাহ শিক্ষাদান করেছেন। তিনি বলেন, ‘আমার রব আমাকে তালিম দিয়েছেন, তা কতই–না উত্তম শিক্ষা এবং আমার রব আমাকে তারবিয়াত করেছেন, তা কতই না শ্রেষ্ঠ প্রশিক্ষণ।’ (মুসনাদে আহমাদ)। মূলত শিক্ষা হলো আত্মজ্ঞান বা আত্মোপলব্ধি। শিক্ষিত মানুষ বিনীত ও নিরহংকার হয়ে থাকেন। শুধু ভাষা জ্ঞান বর্ণ জ্ঞান বা বিষয় জ্ঞানের নাম শিক্ষা নয়। প্রিয় নবী হজরত মুহাম্মদ (সা.)–এর অক্ষরজ্ঞান ও প্রাতিষ্ঠানিক শিক্ষা না থাকলেও ওহির শিক্ষায় আলোকিত হয়ে তিনি হয়েছেন বিশ্ব-শিক্ষক।

যে শিক্ষা মানুষের কল্যাণে উপকারে আসে না, তা শিক্ষা নয়। যে শিক্ষা দুনিয়ার শান্তি ও পরকালে মুক্তির সহা���়ক, তাই প্রকৃত শিক্ষা। ইসলামি শিক্ষার প্রতিপাদ্য বিষয় বিশ্বভ্রাতৃত্ব, মানবকল্যাণ, ত্যাগ ও বিনয়। যদি কোনো শিক্ষা হিংসা, বিদ্বেষ, ঘৃণা ও অহংকার উদ্রেক করে, সে শিক্ষা মূর্খতা ও অজ্ঞতা ছাড়া কিছুই নয়। সমাজে শান্তি, শৃঙ্খলা ও স্থিতিশীলতা রক্ষায় মানবিক মূল্যবোধসম্পন্ন এবং আদর্শ গুণাবলিসম্পন্ন ভবিষ্যৎ প্রজন্ম তৈরি ইসলামি শিক্ষার উদ্দেশ্য।

ইসলামের প্রকৃত শিক্ষা

The True Teachings of Islam

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ইসলামের প্রকৃত শিক্ষা

ইসলামের তিনটি মৌলিক শিক্ষা

আল্লাহর একত্ববাদ, মুহাম্মদ সাল্লাল্লাহু আলাইহি ওয়াসাল্লাম এর নবুওত এবং মৃত্যুর পরের জীবনের ধারণা হল ইসলামের ধর্মবিশ্বাসের মৌলিক বিষয়। এগুলো যুক্তির উপর ভিত্তি করে তৈরি। ইসলামের সমস্ত শিক্ষা এই মৌলিক বিশ্বাস থেকে উদ্ভূত এবং সহজ ও সরল।

ইসলামের সবচেয়ে গুরুত্বপূর্ণ শিক্ষা কি?

" আল্লাহ ছাড়া কোন সত্য উপাস্য নেই এবং মুহাম্মদ আল্লাহর রাসূল " এই বিশ্বাস ইসলামের কেন্দ্রবিন্দু। আরবি ভাষায় লেখা এই বাক্যাংশটি ইসলামের পবিত্র ঐশ্বরিক প্রকাশের গ্রন্থ কুরআন সহ বিভিন্ন বস্তুতে বিশিষ্টভাবে প্রদর্শিত।

ইসলাম শিক্ষার মূল উৎস কুরআন শিক্ষা ইসলামের যাবতীয় বিশ্বাস, কর্ম ও আইনের ভিত্তি কুরআন। ইসলাম ধর্মমতে, প্রত্যেক মুসলিম ব্যক্তিকে কুরআনের যৎসামান্য অংশ হলেও আত্নস্থ করতে হয় এবং প্রত্যহ পাঁচ ওয়াক্ত নামাজে তাকে কুরআন থেকে বাধ্যতামূলকভাবে কিছু অংশ আবৃত্তি করতে হয়। তাই, ইসলাম শিক্ষার একটি গুরুত্বপূর্ণ অংশ কুরআন শিক্ষা করা।

ইসলাম শিক্ষা তাওহীদ ভিত্তিক 'তাওহিদ' শব্দের অর্থ একত্ববাদ। ইসলাম শিক্ষার মূলকথা হলো- لا اله الا الله অর্থ: আল্লাহ ছাড়া কোনো সত্য ইলাহ নেই। আল্লাহ তায়ালাকে সৃষ্টিকর্তা, পালনকর্তা, রিজিকদাতা এবং ইবাদত ও আনুগত্যের যোগ্য এক ও অদ্বিতীয় সত্তা হিসেবে মুখে স্বীকার ও অন্তরে বিশ্বাস করার নাম তাওহিদ।

ইসলামি শিক্ষার মূল উদ্দেশ্য হলো আল্লাহর সন্তুষ্টি অর্জন। আল্লাহকে কীভাবে ভালোবাসতে হয় এবং কী করলে আল্লাহর ভালোবাসা অর্জন করা যায় তা জানা। অর্থাৎ ইসলামি শিক্ষার অন্যতম প্রধান উদ্দেশ্য হলো আল্লাহর পথে জীবনযাপনের মাধ্যমে তাঁর ভালোবাসা অর্জন।

ইসলামে শিক্ষার গুরুত্ব ও তাৎপর্য

শিক্ষা ইসলামের প্রাথমিক মৌলিক বিষয়াবলির অন্তর্ভুক্ত। আদি শিক্ষক হলেন স্বয়ং আল্লাহ । তাই ফেরেশতারা বলেছিলেন, ‘হে আল্লাহ, আপনি পবিত্র! আপনি যা শিখিয়েছেন, তা ছাড়া আমাদের আর কোনো জ্ঞান নেই; নিশ্চয়ই আপনি মহাজ্ঞানী ও কৌশলী।’ (সুরা-২ বাকারা, আয়াত: ৩২)।

শিক্ষা ও জ্ঞানার্জনের জন্য পঠন-পাঠন অন্যতম মাধ্যম। আমাদের প্রিয় নবী (সা.)–এর প্রতি ওহির প্রথম নির্দেশ ছিল, ‘পড়ো, তোমার রবের নামে, যিনি সৃষ্টি করেছেন, সৃষ্টি করেছেন “আলাক” থেকে। পড়ো, তোমার রব মহা সম্মানিত, যিনি শিক্ষাদান করেছেন লেখনীর মাধ্যমে। শিখিয়েছেন মানুষকে, যা তারা জানত না।’ (সুরা-৯৬ আলাক, আয়াত: ১-৫)।

ইসলামি শিক্ষায় অধ্যয়ন ও অধ্যাপনার মূল পাঠ্যগ্রন্থ আল–কোরআন। ‘দয়াময় রহমান (আল্লাহ)! কোরআন শেখাবেন বলে মানব সৃষ্টি করলেন; তাকে বর্ণনা শেখালেন।’ (সুরা-৫৫ রহমান, আয়াত: ১-৪)।

কর্মে ও আচরণে ইতিবাচক পরিবর্তন ও উন্নয়ন সাধন নির্দিষ্ট পদ্ধতিতে তথ্য প্রদান বা জ্ঞানদান করাকে শিক্ষাদান বা পাঠদান বলে। খলিফা হজরত উমর (রা.)–এর এক প্রশ্নের জবাবে হজরত উবায় ইবনে কাআব (রা.) বলেন, ‘ইলম হলো তিনটি বিষয়, আয়াতে মুহকামাহ (কোরআন), প্রতিষ্ঠিত সুন্নাত (হাদিস) ও ন্যায় বিধান (ফিকাহ)।’ (তিরমিজি)। হজরত উবায় ইবনে কাআব (রা.) বলেন, ‘(শিক্ষিত তিনি) যিনি শিক্ষানুযায়ী কর্ম করেন অর্থাৎ শিক্ষার সঙ্গে দীক্ষাও থাকে।’ (তিরমিজি ও আবু দাউদ)।

ইলম বা জ্ঞান হলো মালুমাত বা ইত্তিলাআত তথা তথ্যাবলি। এটি দুভাবে অর্জিত হতে পারে, (ক) হাওয়াচ্ছে খামছা তথা পঞ্চইন্দ্রিয়ের মাধ্যমে। যথা: ১. চক্ষু, ২. কর্ণ, ৩. নাসিকা, ৪. জিহ্বা ও ৫. ত্বক। এই জ্ঞানকে ইলমে কাছবি বা অর্জিত জ্ঞান বলে। (খ) ওয়াহি। যথা: (১) কোরআন ও (২) সুন্নাহ বা হাদিস। এ প্রকার জ্ঞানকে ইলমুল ওয়াহি বা ওয়াহির জ্ঞান বলে। ইন্দ্রিয়লব্ধ জ্ঞান সদা পরিবর্তনশীল, ওহির জ্ঞান অপরিবর্তনীয়।

নবী–রাসুলদের দাওয়াতি কাজের মূল ভিত্তি ছিল জ্ঞানের আলো দিয়ে মানুষকে অন্ধকার থেকে আলোতে নিয়ে আসা। হজরত ইব্রাহিম (আ.) দোয়া করেছিলেন: ‘হে আমাদের প্রভু! আপনি তাদের মাঝে এমন রাসুল পাঠান, যিনি তাদের সমীপে আপনার আয়াত উপস্থাপন করবে, কিতাব ও হেকমত শিক্ষা দেবে এবং তাদের পবিত্র করবে। নিশ্চয়ই আপনি পরাক্রমশালী স্নেহশীল ও কৌশলী।’ (সুরা-২ বাকারা, আয়াত: ১২৯)।

বিদ্যা মানে জ্ঞান, শিক্ষা মানে আচরণে পরিবর্তন। সব শিক্ষাই বিদ্যা কিন্তু সব বিদ্যা শিক্ষা নয়; যদি তা কার্যকরী বা বাস্তবায়ন করা না হয়। জ্ঞান যেকোনো মাধ্যমেই অর্জন করা যায়, অধ্যয়ন জ্ঞানার্জনের একটি পন্থা মাত্র। অধ্যয়ন তথা জ্ঞানচর্চা বা বিদ্যার্জন সব সময় শিক্ষার সমার্থক নয়।

ইসলামে শিক্ষার উদ্দেশ্য হলো আদম সন্তানকে মানুষরূপে গড়ে তোল���। যে শিক্ষা আত্মপরিচয় দান করে, মানুষকে সৎ ও সুনাগরিক হিসেবে গঠন করে এবং পরোপকারী, কল্যাণকামী ও আল্লাহর প্রতি অনুরাগী হতে সাহায্য করে, সে শিক্ষাই প্রকৃত শিক্ষা। শিক্ষা মানুষের অন্তরকে আলোকিত করে, অন্তর্দৃষ্টি উন্মোচিত করে, দূরদর্শিতা সৃষ্টি করে। তাই আল্লাহ তাআলা বাবা আদম (আ.) কে সৃষ্টি করে প্রথমে তাঁর শিক্ষাব্যবস্থা করলেন। কোরআনের বর্ণনায়, ‘আর আল্লাহ তাআলা আদমকে সকল বস্তুর পরিণতি শেখালেন।’ (সুরা-২ বাকারা, আয়াত: ৩১)। যে জ্ঞানের মাধ্যমে মানুষের অন্তর হিংসা, বিদ্বেষ ও ঘৃণা থেকে মুক্ত হয়ে ভালোবাসায় পরিপূর্ণ হয়, তা–ই ইসলামি শিক্ষা।

রাসুলুল্লাহ (সা.)–কে স্বয়ং আল্লাহ শিক্ষাদান করেছেন। তিনি বলেন, ‘আমার রব আমাকে তালিম দিয়েছেন, তা কতই–না উত্তম শিক্ষা এবং আমার রব আমাকে তারবিয়াত করেছেন, তা কতই না শ্রেষ্ঠ প্রশিক্ষণ।’ (মুসনাদে আহমাদ)। মূলত শিক্ষা হলো আত্মজ্ঞান বা আত্মোপলব্ধি। শিক্ষিত মানুষ বিনীত ও নিরহংকার হয়ে থাকেন। শুধু ভাষা জ্ঞান বর্ণ জ্ঞান বা বিষয় জ্ঞানের নাম শিক্ষা নয়। প্রিয় নবী হজরত মুহাম্মদ (সা.)–এর অক্ষরজ্ঞান ও প্রাতিষ্ঠানিক শিক্ষা না থাকলেও ওহির শিক্ষায় আলোকিত হয়ে তিনি হয়েছেন বিশ্ব-শিক্ষক।

যে শিক্ষা মানুষের কল্যাণে উপকারে আসে না, তা শিক্ষা নয়। যে শিক্ষা দুনিয়ার শান্তি ও পরকালে মুক্তির সহায়ক, তাই প্রকৃত শিক্ষা। ইসলামি শিক্ষার প্রতিপাদ্য বিষয় বিশ্বভ্রাতৃত্ব, মানবকল্যাণ, ত্যাগ ও বিনয়। যদি কোনো শিক্ষা হিংসা, বিদ্বেষ, ঘৃণা ও অহংকার উদ্রেক করে, সে শিক্ষা মূর্খতা ও অজ্ঞতা ছাড়া কিছুই নয়। সমাজে শান্তি, শৃঙ্খলা ও স্থিতিশীলতা রক্ষায় মানবিক মূল্যবোধসম্পন্ন এবং আদর্শ গুণাবলিসম্পন্ন ভবিষ্যৎ প্রজন্ম তৈরি ইসলামি শিক্ষার উদ্দেশ্য।

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ইসলামের প্রকৃত শিক্ষা

ইসলামের তিনটি মৌলিক শিক্ষা

আল্লাহর একত্ববাদ, মুহাম্মদ সাল্লাল্লাহু আলাইহি ওয়াসাল্লাম এর নবুওত এবং মৃত্যুর পরের জীবনের ধারণা হল ইসলামের ধর্মবিশ্বাসের মৌলিক বিষয়। এগুলো যুক্তির উপর ভিত্তি করে তৈরি। ইসলামের সমস্ত শিক্ষা এই মৌলিক বিশ্বাস থেকে উদ্ভূত এবং সহজ ও সরল।

ইসলামের সবচেয়ে গুরুত্বপূর্ণ শিক্ষা কি?

" আল্লাহ ছাড়া কোন সত্য উপাস্য নেই এবং মুহাম্মদ আল্লাহর রাসূল " এই বিশ্বাস ইসলামের কেন্দ্রবিন্দু। আরবি ভাষায় লেখা এই বাক্যাংশটি ইসলামের পবিত্র ঐশ্বরিক প্রকাশের গ্রন্থ কুরআন সহ বিভিন্ন বস্তুতে বিশিষ্টভাবে প্রদর্শিত।

ইসলাম শিক্ষার মূল উৎস কুরআন শিক্ষা ইসলামের যাবতীয় বিশ্বাস, কর্ম ও আইনের ভিত্তি কুরআন। ইসলাম ধর্মমতে, প্রত্যেক মুসলিম ব্যক্তিকে কুরআনের যৎসামান্য অংশ হলেও আত্নস্থ করতে হয় এবং প্রত্যহ পাঁচ ওয়াক্ত নামাজে তাকে কুরআন থেকে বাধ্যতামূলকভাবে কিছু অংশ আবৃত্তি করতে হয়। তাই, ইসলাম শিক্ষার একটি গুরুত্বপূর্ণ অংশ কুরআন শিক্ষা করা।

ইসলাম শিক্ষা তাওহীদ ভিত্তিক 'তাওহিদ' শব্দের অর্থ একত্ববাদ। ইসলাম শিক্ষার মূলকথা হলো- لا اله الا الله অর্থ: আল্লাহ ছাড়া কোনো সত্য ইলাহ নেই। আল্লাহ তায়ালাকে সৃষ্টিকর্তা, পালনকর্তা, রিজিকদাতা এবং ইবাদত ও আনুগত্যের যোগ্য এক ও অদ্বিতীয় সত্তা হিসেবে মুখে স্বীকার ও অন্তরে বিশ্বাস করার নাম তাওহিদ।

ইসলামি শিক্ষার মূল উদ্দেশ্য হলো আল্লাহর সন্তুষ্টি অর্জন। আল্লাহকে কীভাবে ভালোবাসতে হয় এবং কী করলে আল্লাহর ভালোবাসা অর্জন করা যায় তা জানা। অর্থাৎ ইসলামি শিক্ষার অন্যতম প্রধান উদ্দেশ্য হলো আল্লাহর পথে জীবনযাপনের মাধ্যমে তাঁর ভালোবাসা অর্জন।

ইসলামে শিক্ষার গুরুত্ব ও তাৎপর্য

শিক্ষা ইসলামের প্রাথমিক মৌলিক বিষয়াবলির অন্তর্ভুক্ত। আদি শিক্ষক হলেন স্বয়ং আল্লাহ । তাই ফেরেশতারা বলেছিলেন, ‘হে আল্লাহ, আপনি পবিত্র! আপনি যা শিখিয়েছেন, তা ছাড়া আমাদের আর কোনো জ্ঞান নেই; নিশ্চয়ই আপনি মহাজ্ঞানী ও কৌশলী।’ (সুরা-২ বাকারা, আয়াত: ৩২)।

শিক্ষা ও জ্ঞানার্জনের জন্য পঠন-পাঠন অন্যতম মাধ্যম। আমাদের প্রিয় নবী (সা.)–এর প্রতি ওহির প্রথম নির্দেশ ছিল, ‘পড়ো, তোমার রবের নামে, যিনি সৃষ্টি করেছেন, সৃষ্টি করেছেন “আলাক” থেকে। পড়ো, তোমার রব মহা সম্মানিত, যিনি শিক্ষাদান করেছেন লেখনীর মাধ্যমে। শিখিয়েছেন মানুষকে, যা তারা জানত না।’ (সুরা-৯৬ আলাক, আয়াত: ১-৫)।

ইসলামি শিক্ষায় অধ্যয়ন ও অধ্যাপনার মূল পাঠ্যগ্রন্থ আল–কোরআন। ‘দয়াময় রহমান (আল্লাহ)! কোরআন শেখাবেন বলে মানব সৃষ্টি করলেন; তাকে বর্ণনা শেখালেন।’ (সুরা-৫৫ রহমান, আয়াত: ১-৪)।

কর্মে ও আচরণে ইতিবাচক পরিবর্তন ও উন্নয়ন সাধন নির্দিষ্ট পদ্ধতিতে তথ্য প্রদান বা জ্ঞানদান করাকে শিক্ষাদান বা পাঠদান বলে। খলিফা হজরত উমর (রা.)–এর এক প্রশ্নের জবাবে হজরত উবায় ইবনে কাআব (রা.) বলেন, ‘ইলম হলো তিনটি বিষয়, আয়াতে মুহকামাহ (কোরআন), প্রতিষ্ঠিত সুন্নাত (হাদিস) ও ন্যায় বিধান (ফিকাহ)।’ (তিরমিজি)। হজরত উবায় ইবনে কাআব (রা.) বলেন, ‘(শিক্ষিত তিনি) যিনি শিক্ষানুযায়ী কর্ম করেন অর্থাৎ শিক্ষার সঙ্গে দীক্ষাও থাকে।’ (তিরমিজি ও আবু দাউদ)।

ইলম বা জ্ঞান হলো মালুমাত বা ইত্তিলাআত তথা তথ্যাবলি। এটি দুভাবে অর্জিত হতে পারে, (ক) হাওয়াচ্ছে খামছা তথা পঞ্চইন্দ্রিয়ের মাধ্যমে। যথা: ১. চক্ষু, ২. কর্ণ, ৩. নাসিকা, ৪. জিহ্বা ও ৫. ত্বক। এই জ্ঞানকে ইলমে কাছবি বা অর্জিত জ্ঞান বলে। (খ) ওয়াহি। যথা: (১) কোরআন ও (২) সুন্নাহ বা হাদিস। এ প্রকার জ্ঞানকে ইলমুল ওয়াহি বা ওয়াহির জ্ঞান বলে। ইন্দ্রিয়লব্ধ জ্ঞান সদা পরিবর্তনশীল, ওহির জ্ঞান অপরিবর্তনীয়।

নবী–রাসুলদের দাওয়াতি কাজের মূল ভিত্তি ছিল জ্ঞানের আলো দিয়ে মানুষকে অন্ধকার থেকে আলোতে নিয়ে আসা। হজরত ইব্রাহিম (আ.) দোয়া করেছিলেন: ‘হে আমাদের প্রভু! আপনি তাদের মাঝে এমন রাসুল পাঠান, যিনি তাদের সমীপে আপনার আয়াত উপস্থাপন করবে, কিতাব ও হেকমত শিক্ষা দেবে এবং তাদের পবিত্র করবে। নিশ্চয়ই আপনি পরাক্রমশালী স্নেহশীল ও কৌশলী।’ (সুরা-২ বাকারা, আয়াত: ১২৯)।

বিদ্যা মানে জ্ঞান, শিক্ষা মানে আচরণে পরিবর্তন। সব শিক্ষাই বিদ্যা কিন্তু সব বিদ্যা শিক্ষা নয়; যদি তা কার্যকরী বা বাস্তবায়ন করা না হয়। জ্ঞান যেকোনো মাধ্যমেই অর্জন করা যায়, অধ্যয়ন জ্ঞানার্জনের একটি পন্থা মাত্র। অধ্যয়ন তথা জ্ঞানচর্চা বা বিদ্যার্জন সব সময় শিক্ষার সমার্থক নয়।

ইসলামে শিক্ষার উদ্দেশ্য হলো আদম সন্তানকে মানুষরূপে গড়ে তোলা। যে শিক্ষা আত্মপরিচয় দান করে, মানুষকে সৎ ও সুনাগরিক হিসেবে গঠন করে এবং পরোপকারী, কল্যাণকামী ও আল্লাহর প্রতি অনুরাগী হতে সাহায্য করে, সে শিক্ষাই প্রকৃত শিক্ষা। শিক্ষা মানুষের অন্তরকে আলোকিত করে, অন্তর্দৃষ্টি উন্মোচিত করে, দূরদর্শিতা সৃষ্টি করে। তাই আল্লাহ তাআলা বাবা আদম (আ.) কে সৃষ্টি করে প্রথমে তাঁর শিক্ষাব্যবস্থা করলেন। কোরআনের বর্ণনায়, ‘আর আল্লাহ তাআলা আদমকে সকল বস্তুর পরিণতি শেখালেন।’ (সুরা-২ বাকারা, আয়াত: ৩১)। যে জ্ঞানের মাধ্যমে মানুষের অন্তর হিংসা, বিদ্বেষ ও ঘৃণা থেকে মুক্ত হয়ে ভালোবাসায় পরিপূর্ণ হয়, তা–ই ইসলামি শিক্ষা।

রাসুলুল্লাহ (সা.)–কে স্বয়ং আল্লাহ শিক্ষাদান করেছেন। তিনি বলেন, ‘আমার রব আমাকে তালিম দিয়েছেন, তা কতই–না উত্তম শিক্ষা এবং আমার রব আমাকে তারবিয়াত করেছেন, তা কতই না শ্রেষ্ঠ প্রশিক্ষণ।’ (মুসনাদে আহমাদ)। মূলত শিক্ষা হলো আত্মজ্ঞান বা আত্মোপলব্ধি। শিক্ষিত মানুষ বিনীত ও নিরহংকার হয়ে থাকেন। শুধু ভাষা জ্ঞান বর্ণ জ্ঞান বা বিষয় জ্ঞানের নাম শিক্ষা নয়। প্রিয় নবী হজরত মুহাম্মদ (সা.)–এর অক্ষরজ্ঞান ও প্রাতিষ্ঠানিক শিক্ষা না থাকলেও ওহির শিক্ষায় আলোকিত হয়ে তিনি হয়েছেন বিশ্ব-শিক্ষক।

যে শিক্ষা মানুষের কল্যাণে উপকারে আসে না, তা শিক্ষা নয়। যে শিক্ষা দুনিয়ার শান্তি ও পরকালে মুক্তির সহায়ক, তাই প্রকৃত শিক্ষা। ইসলামি শিক্ষার প্রতিপাদ্য বিষয় বিশ্বভ্রাতৃত্ব, মানবকল্যাণ, ত্যাগ ও বিনয়। যদি কোনো শিক্ষা হিংসা, বিদ্বেষ, ঘৃণা ও অহংকার উদ্রেক করে, সে শিক্ষা মূর্খতা ও অজ্ঞতা ছাড়া কিছুই নয়। সমাজে শান্তি, শৃঙ্খলা ও স্থিতিশীলতা রক্ষায় মানবিক মূল্যবোধসম্পন্ন এবং আদর্শ গুণাবলিসম্পন্ন ভবিষ্যৎ প্রজন্ম তৈরি ইসলামি শিক্ষার উদ্দেশ্য।

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The True Teachings of Islam

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ইসলামের প্রকৃত শিক্ষা

ইসলামের তিনটি মৌলিক শিক্ষা

আল্লাহর একত্ববাদ, মুহাম্মদ সাল্লাল্লাহু আলাইহি ওয়াসাল্লাম এর নবুওত এবং মৃত্যুর পরের জীবনের ধারণা হল ইসলামের ধর্মবিশ্বাসের মৌলিক বিষয়। এগুলো যুক্তির উপর ভিত্তি করে তৈরি। ইসলামের সমস্ত শিক্ষা এই মৌলিক বিশ্বাস থেকে উদ্ভূত এবং সহজ ও সরল।

ইসলামের সবচেয়ে গুরুত্বপূর্ণ শিক্ষা কি?

" আল্লাহ ছাড়া কোন সত্য উপাস্য নেই এবং মুহাম্মদ আল্লাহর রাসূল " এই বিশ্বাস ইসলামের কেন্দ্রবিন্দু। আরবি ভাষায় লেখা এই বাক্যাংশটি ইসলামের পবিত্র ঐশ্বরিক প্রকাশের গ্রন্থ কুরআন সহ বিভিন্ন বস্তুতে বিশিষ্টভাবে প্রদর্শিত।

ইসলাম শিক্ষার মূল উৎস কুরআন শিক্ষা ইসলামের যাবতীয় বিশ্বাস, কর্ম ও আইনের ভিত্তি কুরআন। ইসলাম ধর্মমতে, প্রত্যেক মুসলিম ব্যক্তিকে কুরআনের যৎসামান্য অংশ হলেও আত্নস্থ করতে হয় এবং প্রত্যহ পাঁচ ওয়াক্ত নামাজে তাকে কুরআন থেকে বাধ্যতামূলকভাবে কিছু অংশ আবৃত্তি করতে হয়। তাই, ইসলাম শিক্ষার একটি গুরুত্বপূর্ণ অংশ কুরআন শিক্ষা করা।

ইসলাম শিক্ষা তাওহীদ ভিত্তিক 'তাওহিদ' শব্দের অর্থ একত্ববাদ। ইসলাম শিক্ষার মূলকথা হলো- لا اله الا الله অর্থ: আল্লাহ ছাড়া কোনো সত্য ইলাহ নেই। আল্লাহ তায়ালাকে সৃষ্টিকর্তা, পালনকর্তা, রিজিকদাতা এবং ইবাদত ও আনুগত্যের যোগ্য এক ও অদ্বিতীয় সত্তা হিসেবে মুখে স্বীকার ও অন্তরে বিশ্বাস করার নাম তাওহিদ।

ইসলামি শিক্ষার মূল উদ্দেশ্য হলো আল্লাহর সন্তুষ্টি অর্জন। আল্লাহকে কীভাবে ভালোবাসতে হয় এবং কী করলে আল্লাহর ভালোবাসা অর্জন করা যায় তা জানা। অর্থাৎ ইসলামি শিক্ষার অন্যতম প্রধান উদ্দেশ্য হলো আল্লাহর পথে জীবনযাপনের মাধ্যমে তাঁর ভালোবাসা অর্জন।

ইসলামে শিক্ষার গুরুত্ব ও তাৎপর্য

শিক্ষা ইসলামের প্রাথমিক মৌলিক বিষয়াবলির অন্তর্ভুক্ত। আদি শিক্ষক হলেন স্বয়ং আল্লাহ । তাই ফেরেশতারা বলেছিলেন, ‘হে আল্লাহ, আপনি পবিত্র! আপনি যা শিখিয়েছেন, তা ছাড়া আমাদের আর কোনো জ্ঞান নেই; নিশ্চয়ই আপনি মহাজ্ঞানী ও কৌশলী।’ (সুরা-২ বাকারা, আয়াত: ৩২)।

শিক্ষা ও জ্ঞানার্জনের জন্য পঠন-পাঠন অন্যতম মাধ্যম। আমাদের প্রিয় নবী (সা.)–এর প্রতি ওহির প্রথম নির্দেশ ছিল, ‘পড়ো, তোমার রবের নামে, যিনি সৃষ্টি করেছেন, সৃষ্টি করেছেন “আলাক” থেকে। পড়ো, তোমার রব মহা সম্মানিত, যিনি শিক্ষাদান করেছেন লেখনীর মাধ্যমে। শিখিয়েছেন মানুষকে, যা তারা জানত না।’ (সুরা-৯৬ আলাক, আয়াত: ১-৫)।

ইসলামি শিক্ষায় অধ্যয়ন ও অধ্যাপনার মূল পাঠ্যগ্রন্থ আল–কোরআন। ‘দয়াময় রহমান (আল্লাহ)! কোরআন শেখাবেন বলে মানব সৃষ্টি করলেন; তাকে বর্ণনা শেখালেন।’ (সুরা-৫৫ রহমান, আয়াত: ১-৪)।

কর্মে ও আচরণে ইতিবাচক পরিবর্তন ও উন্নয়ন সাধন নির্দিষ্ট পদ্ধতিতে তথ্য প্রদান বা জ্ঞানদান করাকে শিক্ষাদান বা পাঠদান বলে। খলিফা হজরত উমর (রা.)–এর এক প্রশ্নের জবাবে হজরত উবায় ইবনে কাআব (রা.) বলেন, ‘ইলম হলো তিনটি বিষয়, আয়াতে মুহকামাহ (কোরআন), প্রতিষ্ঠিত সুন্নাত (হাদিস) ও ন্যায় বিধান (ফিকাহ)।’ (তিরমিজি)। হজরত উবায় ইবনে কাআব (রা.) বলেন, ‘(শিক্ষিত তিনি) যিনি শিক্ষানুযায়ী কর্ম করেন অর্থাৎ শিক্ষার সঙ্গে দীক্ষাও থাকে।’ (তিরমিজি ও আবু দাউদ)।

ইলম বা জ্ঞান হলো মালুমাত বা ইত্তিলাআত তথা তথ্যাবলি। এটি দুভাবে অর্জিত হতে পারে, (ক) হাওয়াচ্ছে খামছা তথা পঞ্চইন্দ্রিয়ের মাধ্যমে। যথা: ১. চক্ষু, ২. কর্ণ, ৩. নাসিকা, ৪. জিহ্বা ও ৫. ত্বক। এই জ্ঞানকে ইলমে কাছবি বা অর্জিত জ্ঞান বলে। (খ) ওয়াহি। যথা: (১) কোরআন ও (২) সুন্নাহ বা হাদিস। এ প্রকার জ্ঞানকে ইলমুল ওয়াহি বা ওয়াহির জ্ঞান বলে। ইন্দ্রিয়লব্ধ জ্ঞান সদা পরিবর্তনশীল, ওহির জ্ঞান অপরিবর্তনীয়।

নবী–রাসুলদের দাওয়াতি কাজের মূল ভিত্তি ছিল জ্ঞানের আলো দিয়ে মানুষকে অন্ধকার থেকে আলোতে নিয়ে আসা। হজরত ইব্রাহিম (আ.) দোয়া করেছিলেন: ‘হে আমাদের প্রভু! আপনি তাদের মাঝে এমন রাসুল পাঠান, যিনি তাদের সমীপে আপনার আয়াত উপস্থাপন করবে, কিতাব ও হেকমত শিক্ষা দেবে এবং তাদের পবিত্র করবে। নিশ্চয়ই আপনি পরাক্রমশালী স্নেহশীল ও কৌশলী।’ (সুরা-২ বাকারা, আয়াত: ১২৯)।

বিদ্যা মানে জ্ঞান, শিক্ষা মানে আচরণে পরিবর্তন। সব শিক্ষাই বিদ্যা কিন্তু সব বিদ্যা শিক্ষা নয়; যদি তা কার্যকরী বা বাস্তবায়ন করা না হয়। জ্ঞান যেকোনো মাধ্যমেই অর্জন করা যায়, অধ্যয়ন জ্ঞানার্জনের একটি পন্থা মাত্র। অধ্যয়ন তথা জ্ঞানচর্চা বা বিদ্যার্জন সব সময় শিক্ষার সমার্থক নয়।

ইসলামে শিক্ষার উদ্দেশ্য হলো আদম সন্তানকে মানুষরূপে গড়ে তোলা। যে শিক্ষা আত্মপরিচয় দান করে, মানুষকে সৎ ও সুনাগরিক হিসেবে গঠন করে এবং পরোপকারী, কল্যাণকামী ও আল্লাহর প্রতি অনুরাগী হতে সাহায্য করে, সে শিক্ষাই প্রকৃত শিক্ষা। শিক্ষা মানুষের অন্তরকে আলোকিত করে, অন্তর্দৃষ্টি উন্মোচিত করে, দূরদর্শিতা সৃষ্টি করে। তাই আল্লাহ তাআলা বাবা আদম (আ.) কে সৃষ্টি করে প্রথমে তাঁর শিক্ষাব্যবস্থা করলেন। কোরআনের বর্ণনায়, ‘আর আল্লাহ তাআলা আদমকে সকল বস্তুর পরিণতি শেখালেন।’ (সুরা-২ বাকারা, আয়াত: ৩১)। যে জ্ঞানের মাধ্যমে মানুষের অন্তর হিংসা, বিদ্বেষ ও ঘৃণা থেকে মুক্ত হয়ে ভালোবাসায় পরিপূর্ণ হয়, তা–ই ইসলামি শিক্ষা।

রাসুলুল্লাহ (সা.)–কে স্বয়ং আল্লাহ শিক্ষাদান করেছেন। তিনি বলেন, ‘আমার রব আমাকে তালিম দিয়েছেন, তা কতই–না উত্তম শিক্ষা এবং আমার রব আমাকে তারবিয়াত করেছেন, তা কতই না শ্রেষ্ঠ প্রশিক্ষণ।’ (মুসনাদে আহমাদ)। মূলত শিক্ষা হলো আত্মজ্ঞান বা আত্মোপলব্ধি। শিক্ষিত মানুষ বিনীত ও নিরহংকার হয়ে থাকেন। শুধু ভাষা জ্ঞান বর্ণ জ্ঞান বা বিষয় জ্ঞানের নাম শিক্ষা নয়। প্রিয় নবী হজরত মুহাম্মদ (সা.)–এর অক্ষরজ্ঞান ও প্রাতিষ্ঠানিক শিক্ষা না থাকলেও ওহির শিক্ষায় আলোকিত হয়ে তিনি হয়েছেন বিশ্ব-শিক্ষক।

যে শিক্ষা মানুষের কল্যাণে উপকারে আসে না, তা শিক্ষা নয়। যে শিক্ষা দুনিয়ার শান্তি ও পরকালে মুক্তির সহায়ক, তাই প্রকৃত শিক্ষা। ইসলামি শিক্ষার প্রতিপাদ্য বিষয় বিশ্বভ্রাতৃত্ব, মানবকল্যাণ, ত্যাগ ও বিনয়। যদি কোনো শিক্ষা হিংসা, বিদ্বেষ, ঘৃণা ও অহংকার উদ্রেক করে, সে শিক্ষা মূর্খতা ও অজ্ঞতা ছাড়া কিছুই নয়। সমাজে শান্তি, শৃঙ্খলা ও স্থিতিশীলতা রক্ষায় মানবিক মূল্যবোধসম্পন্ন এবং আদর্শ গুণাবলিসম্পন্ন ভবিষ্যৎ প্রজন্ম তৈরি ইসলামি শিক্ষার উদ্দেশ্য।

ইসলামের প্রকৃত শিক্ষা

The True Teachings of Islam

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ইসলামের প্রকৃত শিক্ষা

ইসলামের তিনটি মৌলিক শিক্ষা

আল্লাহর একত্ববাদ, মুহাম্মদ সাল্লাল্লাহু আলাইহি ওয়াসাল্লাম এর নবুওত এবং মৃত্যুর পরের জীবনের ধারণা হল ইসলামের ধর্মবিশ্বাসের মৌলিক বিষয়। এগুলো যুক্তির উপর ভিত্তি করে তৈরি। ইসলামের সমস্ত শিক্ষা এই মৌলিক বিশ্বাস থেকে উদ্ভূত এবং সহজ ও সরল।

ইসলামের সবচেয়ে গুরুত্বপূর্ণ শিক্ষা কি?

" আল্লাহ ছাড়া কোন সত্য উপাস্য নেই এবং মুহাম্মদ আল্লাহর রাসূল " এই বিশ্বাস ইসলামের কেন্দ্রবিন্দু। আরবি ভাষায় লেখা এই বাক্যাংশটি ইসলামের পবিত্র ঐশ্বরিক প্রকাশের গ্রন্থ কুরআন সহ বিভিন্ন বস্তুতে ব��শিষ্টভাবে প্রদর্শিত।

ইসলাম শিক্ষার মূল উৎস কুরআন শিক্ষা ইসলামের যাবতীয় বিশ্বাস, কর্ম ও আইনের ভিত্তি কুরআন। ইসলাম ধর্মমতে, প্রত্যেক মুসলিম ব্যক্তিকে কুরআনের যৎসামান্য অংশ হলেও আত্নস্থ করতে হয় এবং প্রত্যহ পাঁচ ওয়াক্ত নামাজে তাকে কুরআন থেকে বাধ্যতামূলকভাবে কিছু অংশ আবৃত্তি করতে হয়। তাই, ইসলাম শিক্ষার একটি গুরুত্বপূর্ণ অংশ কুরআন শিক্ষা করা।

ইসলাম শিক্ষা তাওহীদ ভিত্তিক 'তাওহিদ' শব্দের অর্থ একত্ববাদ। ইসলাম শিক্ষার মূলকথা হলো- لا اله الا الله অর্থ: আল্লাহ ছাড়া কোনো সত্য ইলাহ নেই। আল্লাহ তায়ালাকে সৃষ্টিকর্তা, পালনকর্তা, রিজিকদাতা এবং ইবাদত ও আনুগত্যের যোগ্য এক ও অদ্বিতীয় সত্তা হিসেবে মুখে স্বীকার ও অন্তরে বিশ্বাস করার নাম তাওহিদ।

ইসলামি শিক্ষার মূল উদ্দেশ্য হলো আল্লাহর সন্তুষ্টি অর্জন। আল্লাহকে কীভাবে ভালোবাসতে হয় এবং কী করলে আল্লাহর ভালোবাসা অর্জন করা যায় তা জানা। অর্থাৎ ইসলামি শিক্ষার অন্যতম প্রধান উদ্দেশ্য হলো আল্লাহর পথে জীবনযাপনের মাধ্যমে তাঁর ভালোবাসা অর্জন।

ইসলামে শিক্ষার গুরুত্ব ও তাৎপর্য

শিক্ষা ইসলামের প্রাথমিক মৌলিক বিষয়াবলির অন্তর্ভুক্ত। আদি শিক্ষক হলেন স্বয়ং আল্লাহ । তাই ফেরেশতারা বলেছিলেন, ‘হে আল্লাহ, আপনি পবিত্র! আপনি যা শিখিয়েছেন, তা ছাড়া আমাদের আর কোনো জ্ঞান নেই; নিশ্চয়ই আপনি মহাজ্ঞানী ও কৌশলী।’ (সুরা-২ বাকারা, আয়াত: ৩২)।

শিক্ষা ও জ্ঞানার্জনের জন্য পঠন-পাঠন অন্যতম মাধ্যম। আমাদের প্রিয় নবী (সা.)–এর প্রতি ওহির প্রথম নির্দেশ ছিল, ‘পড়ো, তোমার রবের নামে, যিনি সৃষ্টি করেছেন, সৃষ্টি করেছেন “আলাক” থেকে। পড়ো, তোমার রব মহা সম্মানিত, যিনি শিক্ষাদান করেছেন লেখনীর মাধ্যমে। শিখিয়েছেন মানুষকে, যা তারা জানত না।’ (সুরা-৯৬ আলাক, আয়াত: ১-৫)।

ইসলামি শিক্ষায় অধ্যয়ন ও অধ্যাপনার মূল পাঠ্যগ্রন্থ আল–কোরআন। ‘দয়াময় রহমান (আল্লাহ)! কোরআন শেখাবেন বলে মানব সৃষ্টি করলেন; তাকে বর্ণনা শেখালেন।’ (সুরা-৫৫ রহমান, আয়াত: ১-৪)।

কর্মে ও আচরণে ইতিবাচক পরিবর্তন ও উন্নয়ন সাধন নির্দিষ্ট পদ্ধতিতে তথ্য প্রদান বা জ্ঞানদান করাকে শিক্ষাদান বা পাঠদান বলে। খলিফা হজরত উমর (রা.)–এর এক প্রশ্নের জবাবে হজরত উবায় ইবনে কাআব (রা.) বলেন, ‘ইলম হলো তিনটি বিষয়, আয়াতে মুহকামাহ (কোরআন), প্রতিষ্ঠিত সুন্নাত (হাদিস) ও ন্যায় বিধান (ফিকাহ)।’ (তিরমিজি)। হজরত উবায় ইবনে কাআব (রা.) বলেন, ‘(শিক্ষিত তিনি) যিনি শিক্ষানুযায়ী কর্ম করেন অর্থাৎ শিক্ষার সঙ্গে দীক্ষাও থাকে।’ (তিরমিজি ও আবু দাউদ)।

ইলম বা জ্ঞান হলো মালুমাত বা ইত্তিলাআত তথা তথ্যাবলি। এটি দুভাবে অর্জিত হতে পারে, (ক) হাওয়াচ্ছে খামছা তথা পঞ্চইন্দ্রিয়ের মাধ্যমে। যথা: ১. চক্ষু, ২. কর্ণ, ৩. নাসিকা, ৪. জিহ্বা ও ৫. ত্বক। এই জ্ঞানকে ইলমে কাছবি বা অর্জিত জ্ঞান বলে। (খ) ওয়াহি। যথা: (১) কোরআন ও (২) সুন্নাহ বা হাদিস। এ প্রকার জ্ঞানকে ইলমুল ওয়াহি বা ওয়াহির জ্ঞান বলে। ইন্দ্রিয়লব্ধ জ্ঞান সদা পরিবর্তনশীল, ওহির জ্ঞান অপরিবর্তনীয়।

নবী–রাসুলদের দাওয়াতি কাজের মূল ভিত্তি ছিল জ্ঞানের আলো দিয়ে মানুষকে অন্ধকার থেকে আলোতে নিয়ে আসা। হজরত ইব্রাহিম (আ.) দোয়া করেছিলেন: ‘হে আমাদের প্রভু! আপনি তাদের মাঝে এমন রাসুল পাঠান, যিনি তাদের সমীপে আপনার আয়াত উপস্থাপন করবে, কিতাব ও হেকমত শিক্ষা দেবে এবং তাদের পবিত্র করবে। নিশ্চয়ই আপনি পরাক্রমশালী স্নেহশীল ও কৌশলী।’ (সুরা-২ বাকারা, আয়াত: ১২৯)।

বিদ্যা মানে জ্ঞান, শিক্ষা মানে আচরণে পরিবর্তন। সব শিক্ষাই বিদ্যা কিন্তু সব বিদ্যা শিক্ষা নয়; যদি তা কার্যকরী বা বাস্তবায়ন করা না হয়। জ্ঞান যেকোনো মাধ্যমেই অর্জন করা যায়, অধ্যয়ন জ্ঞানার্জনের একটি পন্থা মাত্র। অধ্যয়ন তথা জ্ঞানচর্চা বা বিদ্যার্জন সব সময় শিক্ষার সমার্থক নয়।

ইসলামে শিক্ষার উদ্দেশ্য হলো আদম সন্তানকে মানুষরূপে গড়ে তোলা। যে শিক্ষা আত্মপরিচয় দান করে, মানুষকে সৎ ও সুনাগরিক হিসেবে গঠন করে এবং পরোপকারী, কল্যাণকামী ও আল্লাহর প্রতি অনুরাগী হতে সাহায্য করে, সে শিক্ষাই প্রকৃত শিক্ষা। শিক্ষা মানুষের অন্তরকে আলোকিত করে, অন্তর্দৃষ্টি উন্মোচিত করে, দূরদর্শিতা সৃষ্টি করে। তাই আল্লাহ তাআলা বাবা আদম (আ.) কে সৃষ্টি করে প্রথমে তাঁর শিক্ষাব্যবস্থা করলেন। কোরআনের বর্ণনায়, ‘আর আল্লাহ তাআলা আদমকে সকল বস্তুর পরিণতি শেখালেন।’ (সুরা-২ বাকারা, আয়াত: ৩১)। যে জ্ঞানের মাধ্যমে মানুষের অন্তর হিংসা, বিদ্বেষ ও ঘৃণা থেকে মুক্ত হয়ে ভালোবাসায় পরিপূর্ণ হয়, তা–ই ইসলামি শিক্ষা।

রাসুলুল্লাহ (সা.)–কে স্বয়ং আল্লাহ শিক্ষাদান করেছেন। তিনি বলেন, ‘আমার রব আমাকে তালিম দিয়েছেন, তা কতই–না উত্তম শিক্ষা এবং আমার রব আমাকে তারবিয়াত করেছেন, তা কতই না শ্রেষ্ঠ প্রশিক্ষণ।’ (মুসনাদে আহমাদ)। মূলত শিক্ষা হলো আত্মজ্ঞান বা আত্মোপলব্ধি। শিক্ষিত মানুষ বিনীত ও নিরহংকার হয়ে থাকেন। শুধু ভাষা জ্ঞান বর্ণ জ্ঞান বা বিষয় জ্ঞানের নাম শিক্ষা নয়। প্রিয় নবী হজরত মুহাম্মদ (সা.)–এর অক্ষরজ্ঞান ও প্রাতিষ্ঠানিক শিক্ষা না থাকলেও ওহির শিক্ষায় আলোকিত হয়ে তিনি হয়েছেন বিশ্ব-শিক্ষক।

যে শিক্ষা মানুষের কল্যাণে উপকারে আসে না, তা শিক্ষা নয়। যে শিক্ষা দুনিয়ার শান্তি ও পরকালে মুক্তির সহায়ক, তাই প্রকৃত শিক্ষা। ইসলামি শিক্ষার প্রতিপাদ্য বিষয় বিশ্বভ্রাতৃত্ব, মানবকল্যাণ, ত্যাগ ও বিনয়। যদি কোনো শিক্ষা হিংসা, বিদ্বেষ, ঘৃণা ও অহংকার উদ্রেক করে, সে শিক্ষা মূর্খতা ও অজ্ঞতা ছাড়া কিছুই নয়। সমাজে শান্তি, শৃঙ্খলা ও স্থিতিশীলতা রক্ষায় মানবিক মূল্যবোধসম্পন্ন এবং আদর্শ গুণাবলিসম্পন্ন ভবিষ্যৎ প্রজন্ম তৈরি ইসলামি শিক্ষার উদ্দেশ্য।

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The True Teachings of Islam

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ইসলামের প্রকৃত শিক্ষা

ইসলামের তিনটি মৌলিক শিক্ষা

আল্লাহর একত্ববাদ, মুহাম্মদ সাল্লাল্লাহু আলাইহি ওয়াসাল্লাম এর নবুওত এবং মৃত্যুর পরের জীবনের ধারণা হল ইসলামের ধর্মবিশ্বাসের মৌলিক বিষয়। এগুলো যুক্তির উপর ভিত্তি করে তৈরি। ইসলামের সমস্ত শিক্ষা এই মৌলিক বিশ্বাস থেকে উদ্ভূত এবং সহজ ও সরল।

ইসলামের সবচেয়ে গুরুত্বপূর্ণ শিক্ষা কি?

" আল্লাহ ছাড়া কোন সত্য উপাস্য নেই এবং মুহাম্মদ আল্লাহর রাসূল " এই বিশ্বাস ইসলামের কেন্দ্রবিন্দু। আরবি ভাষায় লেখা এই বাক্যাংশটি ইসলামের পবিত্র ঐশ্বরিক প্রকাশের গ্রন্থ কুরআন সহ বিভিন্ন বস্তুতে বিশিষ্টভাবে প্রদর্শিত।

ইসলাম শিক্ষার মূল উৎস কুরআন শিক্ষা ইসলামের যাবতীয় বিশ্বাস, কর্ম ও আইনের ভিত্তি কুরআন। ইসলাম ধর্মমতে, প্রত্যেক মুসলিম ব্যক্তিকে কুরআনের যৎসামান্য অংশ হলেও আত্নস্থ করতে হয় এবং প্রত্যহ পাঁচ ওয়াক্ত নামাজে তাকে কুরআন থেকে বাধ্যতামূলকভাবে কিছু অংশ আবৃত্তি করতে হয়। তাই, ইসলাম শিক্ষার একটি গুরুত্বপূর্ণ অংশ কুরআন শিক্ষা করা।

ইসলাম শিক্ষা তাওহীদ ভিত্তিক 'তাওহিদ' শব্দের অর্থ একত্ববাদ। ইসলাম শিক্ষার মূলকথা হলো- لا اله الا الله অর্থ: আল্লাহ ছাড়া কোনো সত্য ইলাহ নেই। আল্লাহ তায়ালাকে সৃষ্টিকর্তা, পালনকর্তা, রিজিকদাতা এবং ইবাদত ও আনুগত্যের যোগ্য এক ও অদ্বিতীয় সত্তা হিসেবে মুখে স্বীকার ও অন্তরে বিশ্বাস করার নাম তাওহিদ।

ইসলামি শিক্ষার মূল উদ্দেশ্য হলো আল্লাহর সন্তুষ্টি অর্জন। আল্লাহকে কীভাবে ভালোবাসতে হয় এবং কী করলে আল্লাহর ভালোবাসা অর্জন করা যায় তা জানা। অর্থাৎ ইসলামি শিক্ষার অন্যতম প্রধান উদ্দেশ্য হলো আল্লাহর পথে জীবনযাপনের মাধ্যমে তাঁর ভালোবাসা অর্জন।

ইসলামে শিক্ষার গুরুত্ব ও তাৎপর্য

শিক্ষা ইসলামের প্রাথমিক মৌলিক বিষয়াবলির অন্তর্ভুক্ত। আদি শিক্ষক হলেন স্বয়ং আল্লাহ । তাই ফেরেশতারা বলেছিলেন, ‘হে আল্লাহ, আপনি পবিত্র! আপনি যা শিখিয়েছেন, তা ছাড়া আমাদের আর কোনো জ্ঞান নেই; নিশ্চয়ই আপনি মহাজ্ঞানী ও কৌশলী।’ (সুরা-২ বাকারা, আয়াত: ৩২)।

শিক্ষা ও জ্ঞানার্জনের জন্য পঠন-পাঠন অন্যতম মাধ্যম। আমাদের প্রিয় নবী (সা.)–এর প্রতি ওহির প্রথম নির্দেশ ছিল, ‘পড়ো, তোমার রবের নামে, যিনি সৃষ্টি করেছেন, সৃষ্টি করেছেন “আলাক” থেকে। পড়ো, তোমার রব মহা সম্মানিত, যিনি শিক্ষাদান করেছেন লেখনীর মাধ্যমে। শিখিয়েছেন মানুষকে, যা তারা জানত না।’ (সুরা-৯৬ আলাক, আয়াত: ১-৫)।

ইসলামি শিক্ষায় অধ্যয়ন ও অধ্যাপনার মূল পাঠ্যগ্রন্থ আল–কোরআন। ‘দয়াময় রহমান (আল্লাহ)! কোরআন শেখাবেন বলে মানব সৃষ্টি করলেন; তাকে বর্ণনা শেখালেন।’ (সুরা-৫৫ রহমান, আয়াত: ১-৪)।

কর্মে ও আচরণে ইতিবাচক পরিবর্তন ও উন্নয়ন সাধন নির্দিষ্ট পদ্ধতিতে তথ্য প্রদান বা জ্ঞানদান করাকে শিক্ষাদান বা পাঠদান বলে। খলিফা হজরত উমর (রা.)–এর এক প্রশ্নের জবাবে হজরত উবায় ইবনে কাআব (রা.) বলেন, ‘ইলম হলো তিনটি বিষয়, আয়াতে মুহকামাহ (কোরআন), প্রতিষ্ঠিত সুন্নাত (হাদিস) ও ন্যায় বিধান (ফিকাহ)।’ (তিরমিজি)। হজরত উবায় ইবনে কাআব (রা.) বলেন, ‘(শিক্ষিত তিনি) যিনি শিক্ষানুযায়ী কর্ম করেন অর্থাৎ শিক্ষার সঙ্গে দীক্ষাও থাকে।’ (তিরমিজি ও আবু দাউদ)।

ইলম বা জ্ঞান হলো মালুমাত বা ইত্তিলাআত তথা তথ্যাবলি। এটি দুভাবে অর্জিত হতে পারে, (ক) হাওয়াচ্ছে খামছা তথা পঞ্চইন্দ্রিয়ের মাধ্যমে। যথা: ১. চক্ষু, ২. কর্ণ, ৩. নাসিকা, ৪. জিহ্বা ও ৫. ত্বক। এই জ্ঞানকে ইলমে কাছবি বা অর্জিত জ্ঞান বলে। (খ) ওয়াহি। যথা: (১) কোরআন ও (২) সুন্নাহ বা হাদিস। এ প্রকার জ্ঞানকে ইলমুল ওয়াহি বা ওয়াহির জ্ঞান বলে। ইন্দ্রিয়লব্ধ জ্ঞান সদা পরিবর্তনশীল, ওহির জ্ঞান অপরিবর্তনীয়।

নবী–রাসুলদের দাওয়াতি কাজের মূল ভিত্তি ছিল জ্ঞানের আলো দিয়ে মানুষকে অন্ধকার থেকে আলোতে নিয়ে আসা। হজরত ইব্রাহিম (আ.) দোয়া করেছিলেন: ‘হে আমাদের প্রভু! আপনি তাদের মাঝে এমন রাসুল পাঠান, যিনি তাদের সমীপে আপনার আয়াত উপস্থাপন করবে, কিতাব ও হেকমত শিক্ষা দেবে এবং তাদের পবিত্র করবে। নিশ্চয়ই আপনি পরাক্রমশালী স্নেহশীল ও কৌশলী।’ (সুরা-২ বাকারা, আয়াত: ১২৯)।

বিদ্যা মানে জ্ঞান, শিক্ষা মানে আচরণে পরিবর্তন। সব শিক্ষাই বিদ্যা কিন্তু সব বিদ্যা শিক্ষা নয়; যদি তা কার্যকরী বা বাস্তবায়ন করা না হয়। জ্ঞান যেকোনো মাধ্যমেই অর্জন করা যায়, অধ্যয়ন জ্ঞানার্জনের একটি পন্থা মাত্র। অধ্যয়ন তথা জ্ঞানচর্চা বা বিদ্যার্জন সব সময় শিক্ষার সমার্থক নয়।

ইসলামে শিক্ষার উদ্দেশ্য হলো আদম সন্তানকে মানুষরূপে গড়ে তোলা। যে শিক্ষা আত্মপরিচয় দান করে, মানুষকে সৎ ও সুনাগরিক হিসেবে গঠন করে এবং পরোপকারী, কল্যাণকামী ও আল্লাহর প্রতি অনুরাগী হতে সাহায্য করে, সে শিক্ষাই প্রকৃত শিক্ষা। শিক্ষা মানুষের অন্তরকে আলোকিত করে, অন্তর্দৃষ্টি উন্মোচিত করে, দূরদর্শিতা সৃষ্টি করে। তাই আল্লাহ তাআলা বাবা আদম (আ.) কে সৃষ্টি করে প্রথমে তাঁর শিক্ষাব্যবস্থা করলেন। কোরআনের বর্ণনায়, ‘আর আল্লাহ তাআলা আদমকে সকল বস্তুর পরিণতি শেখালেন।’ (সুরা-২ বাকারা, আয়াত: ৩১)। যে জ্ঞানের মাধ্যমে মানুষের অন্তর হিংসা, বিদ্বেষ ও ঘৃণা থেকে মুক্ত হয়ে ভালোবাসায় পরিপূর্ণ হয়, তা–ই ইসলামি শিক্ষা।

রাসুলুল্লাহ (সা.)–কে স্বয়ং আল্লাহ শিক্ষাদান করেছেন। তিনি বলেন, ‘আমার রব আমাকে তালিম দিয়েছেন, তা কতই–না উত্তম শিক্ষা এবং আমার রব আমাকে তারবিয়াত করেছেন, তা কতই না শ্রেষ্ঠ প্রশিক্ষণ।’ (মুসনাদে আহমাদ)। মূলত শিক্ষা হলো আত্মজ্ঞান বা আত্মোপলব্ধি। শিক্ষিত মানুষ বিনীত ও নিরহংকার হয়ে থাকেন। শুধু ভাষা জ্ঞান বর্ণ জ্ঞান বা বিষয় জ্ঞানের নাম শিক্ষা নয়। প্রিয় নবী হজরত মুহাম্মদ (সা.)–এর অক্ষরজ্ঞান ও প্রাতিষ্ঠানিক শিক্ষা না থাকলেও ওহির শিক্ষায় আলোকিত হয়ে তিনি হয়েছেন বিশ্ব-শিক্ষক।

যে শিক্ষা মানুষের কল্যাণে উপকারে আসে না, তা শিক্ষা নয়। যে শিক্ষা দুনিয়ার শান্তি ও পরকালে মুক্তির সহায়ক, তাই প্রকৃত শিক্ষা। ইসলামি শিক্ষার প্রতিপাদ্য বিষয় বিশ্বভ্রাতৃত্ব, মানবকল্যাণ, ত্যাগ ও বিনয়। যদি কোনো শিক্ষা হিংসা, বিদ্বেষ, ঘৃণা ও অহংকার উদ্রেক করে, সে শিক্ষা মূর্খতা ও অজ্ঞতা ছাড়া কিছুই নয়। সমাজে শান্তি, শৃঙ্খলা ও স্থিতিশীলতা রক্ষায় মানবিক মূল্যবোধসম্পন্ন এবং আদর্শ গুণাবলিসম্পন্ন ভবিষ্যৎ প্রজন্ম তৈরি ইসলামি শিক্ষার উদ্দেশ্য।

ইসলামের প্রকৃত শিক্ষা

The True Teachings of Islam

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Give me your Islam trutherism stance. Lay out the whole position. I think I've asked about this before but I forgot. I'm kind of an Islam head. Islam is the only Abrahamic religion I give a shit about. I think the other ones are bullshit. Academically I think critical scholarship on Islam is like just getting off the ground so we barely know anything about it yet. Anyway drop the trutherism. Mohammad was a girl... Mohammad was actually a beautiful anime woman...

well see the thing is. mohammad was almost certainly a real guy, who was some sort of leader of a group of people. POSSIBLY he never lead a large group, and the large group didnt form until afterwards. but it seems like he led at least a large-ish group. he probably had some sort of religious teaching, altho its unclear if he had any original doctrine or was just a passionate judeo-christian monotheist. oh and yknow, he lived and did stuff around arabia (well. some people say syria. probably not syria).

and that's...sort of all we can say for sure about the real muhammad! there's all sorts of other stuff that MIGHT be true about muhammad, especially after they got to medina. but his early life is a blank to us, the same way jesus' life before his ministry is a blank to us. who knows! but people who confidently tell you "mohammad lived in a city of pagans and converted them all" are exceedingly credulous. we have no good evidence that happened

one interesting thing the shwepisode talks about: so, obviously the islamic conquests "happened". in the sense that there wasn't a state there, and then there started being a large state there. but we dont see them archeologically! which is not crazy, they allowed people to surrender. they didnt just raze everything to the ground. but it's unfortunate, it would be nice if we could use archeology to say stuff about early islam. in part, we cant use archeology re: early islam because a huge number of artifacts were destroyed, there's a weirdly small amount of surviving stuff that could tell us about early islam. but it's not clear! posssibly even the *stories* about uthman destroying a whole bunch of alternate qurans aren't true!

its a very weird field. something that is clearly very important to a huge number of people, and yet is in some ways even more poorly evidence than the early history of the christian church, which we have a large number of texts from (i mean, starting in the early 2nd century. but christianity grew much more slowly, so "early christianity" lasted much longer than "early islam")

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— FORBIDDEN FRUIT

PAIRING — Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x fem!Reader // Baron Vladimir Harkonnen x fem!Reader

SUMMARY — After your planet was conquered by The Harkonnens, you are sent to Giedi Prime as a war prize to marry one of The Baron's nephews. However, Baron Vladimir changes his plans at the sight of you and decides to take you as his wife. Feyd-Rautha does not give up easily, though.

REQUEST — (1) // (2)

AUTHOR’S NOTE — It's finally here! I got carried away, not gonna lie... Look at the word count! 🙈 I might have forgotten about some warnings, just keep in mind the fic is dark and twisted 😝 By creating the Reader's homeworld and its customs I was loosely inspired by the mediterranean and islamic cultures but of course her physical appearance is not being described. 🤍

WARNINGS — arranged/forced marriage, blood, death, Baron Harkonnen being an absolute and non-consensual creep, Feyd-Rautha being non-consensual as well in the beginning, SMUT, fingering, oral, breeding (artificial and natural), incest undertones (they're not related but he calls her Aunt and she calls him nephew) + Feyd's traumatic past briefly mentioned, Reader is a few years older than Feyd but he is aged up to 20

WORD COUNT — 13,560 (🤡)

🔞 THIS FIC IS 18+ 🔞

ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.

FORBIDDEN FRUIT

Your homeworld used to be a Paradise. The sky was always blue, the weather warm but not too hot due to the light breeze coming from the Ocean. Cypress trees, pistachio nuts, olive branches and fish were what Pairi Daêza was famous for in the past centuries. It was a small planet that remained unnoticed and neutral in most of the conflicts. The Imperial Family loved to spend their holidays on Pairi Daêza and import their goods in a form of a tribute.

That was history. And although you were born on this beautiful planet, in your teenage years the whole world crumbled down and you were exposed to the true reality of the war. When one of the Imperial geologists had found a huge spice deposit under your planet’s Ocean, the destructive war began.

Your parents tried their best to avoid the conflict. They offered the Emperor to dry a huge part of the Ocean to harvest spice from there. In fact, your father the Sultan saw an opportunity of getting wealth and influence in this situation. And that probably was his downfall. The Emperor wanted all the spice for himself.

But The Emperor was not the one to get his hands dirty. No, he hired the most fearsome warriors and assassins to teach your planet a lesson. The Harkonnens.

While the battles were taking place on the ground, their special machinery was drying out the Ocean and harvesting the spice hidden underneath the water surface. The whole planet began to die off due to the lack of water. The crops were evaporating in the heat, people were starving and their homes destroyed. The Harkonnens were kidnapping your citizens to be their slaves and your father and his army were too weak to protect them. The subjects of the Sultan started a rebellion with the help of The Harkonnens and after long years of the ongoing and destructive war, it was the final blow for your father’s weak reign.

You were an adult woman now, standing proudly with a veil covering nearly your whole face with only eyes being on display like all unmarried women of Pairi Daêza traditionally wore. Surrounded from all sides by The Harkonnen army in your father’s throne room, holding your mother’s hand. The dignified and beautiful Sultana with the last piece of jewellery she had refused to give away – a majestic headpiece made of gold and sparkling gemstones of all the possible colours. They reflected the dim light creeping inside through the windows of the ruined Pairi Daêza Palace where you had been born and resided for your whole life. And where you would die with only a few the most loyal guards protecting you.

The front doors opened loudly and a huge, beastly looking Harkonnen man stormed inside with a few of his identical soldiers. You had heard of him, he was the terror of Pairi Daêza in the past few years. The Beast Rabban himself. He dealt with your guards completely on his own, feasting on their deaths with a psychotic smirk. You swallowed thickly at the size of his hands; so big and strong they could break you in half. You hoped for a swift and quick death – as a Shehzadi of Pairi Daêza you had your privileges and you counted that the mercy of Beast Rabban would be one of them.

He started to approach you confidently, his black armour stained with the blood of your guards, contrasting with his sickly pale skin. Your father stepped out to cover you and your mother with his own body as if it would stop the Beast. Rabban froze at the sight and let out a contemptuous laughter that echoed through the throne room.

“Your reign is over, Sultan (Y/L/N),” he announced. “Pairi Daêza and its spice is under The Harkonnen rule.”

“Pairi Daêza no longer exists. You have destroyed my world and you want to rule over the ruins,” your father drawled through the gritted teeth.

“We do not care about your world. We care about the spice. But you… You will be remembered as the Sultan whose reign was the last. The death of your world will forever be attached to your name,” Rabban pointed out and reached for his blade. “Come to me and fight like a man, I shall give you the privilege of defending yourself. Do not cling to the skirts of your wife and daughter. By doing so, you put them in the path of my blade.”

“Don’t hurt them,” your father approached him, despite your hands trying to stop him. “The planet and the spice are yours. You can kill me but spare my family,” he pleaded.

“Your wife will be given to the new Governor of Pairi Daêza and he will do as he pleases with her. Your daughter is our prize I will take with me to Giedi Prime,” Rabban laid his terrifying eyes on you and you froze out of fear. You’d rather die than be taken away to The Harkonnens. He could only see your eyes but it was enough for him to smirk and lick his lips in a disgusting manner.

This scenario was worse than the death you had been expecting.

“You will die,” he told your father and pointed at one of the deceased guards for your father to take his sword and be able to defend himself in a fair fight.

But you knew already it would be a slaughter you did not wish to see.

“Don’t kill him! Don’t kill my father!” You screamed and took a step ahead. Your mother sobbed behind your back.

“(Y/N), don’t…” your father shook his head.

“I will offer myself to you willingly if you spare his life and let him govern this planet in The Harkonnen name. He will obey your orders and so will I,” you promised.

It was common for parents to sacrifice themselves for their children. No one would ever question such an act. Why couldn’t it go both ways? You loved your parents just as much as they loved you. Especially in the last years of the war, you had grown very close having basically no one else by your side.

If you were all to die together, it was not a bad ending. But if they tried to kill your father, send you away and give your mother away to a stranger… you could not let that happen.

“What makes you think we care about women giving themselves to us willingly, Shehzadi?” Rabban snorted at you but he approached you slowly with his blade held up. “You’re confident to offer so little for wanting so much in return,” the tip of his blade lifting up the hem of your face veil as you trembled out of fear.

“There is no need for bloodshed. My father will bend his knee and I will go with you, my Lord,” you choked out, trying to hide your obvious fear.

Rabban tilted his head and laughed at you. Then, in one swift move he cut the veil open and you gasped as the fabric fell down on the floor, leaving you exposed in front of him and his Harkonnen soldiers. It was one of the greatest humiliations for the Pairi Daêza woman for her to reveal her face in front of a man outside her close family before her wedding. It was her husband who was supposed to lift the veil off of her face on their wedding day and see her first before every other man would. To take the veil off of an unmarried woman in an aggressive manner like this was the greatest disrespect that back in the day men had been punished for by the law.

Embarrassed and humbled down, you stood still, trying to stare back at the Beast Rabban with your shoulders straight and your lips pursed out of anger and determination.

“You are not mine for the taking. I am to take you to Giedi Prime and my uncle shall decide what to do with you. Most likely he will want you to be my younger brother’s bride because it is him who will inherit the title one day,” he told you and you felt a knot forming in your stomach.

You hated Rabban but he was the devil you knew from the stories and now personally as well. His brother was a new character in the story that you feared. What was he like? 

“Why is that not you?” You asked him. “You have just conquered a planet for your uncle, have you not, my Lord?”

“It is not I who argues with my uncle’s decisions,” Rabban snapped at you but you saw in his cruel eyes that you had touched a sensitive subject with your question. “Will you bend your knee, Sultan (Y/L/N)?” He asked your father.

He was staring at you with a terrified expression on his face. He couldn’t believe what you had just done. But you knew he wouldn’t throw a fist now. He would bend his knee because your father was a weak man.

Deep down, despite your love for him, you hated him for his weakness. Most of your problems, most of the failures in this war were caused by this trait of his. You couldn’t blame him, though. The Sultans of Pairi Daêza had never been trained to fight or lead military campaigns. There had been no need for that in the past.

“I, Sultan (Y/F/N) of The House (Y/L/N), pledge my allegiance to The House Harkonnen,” your father kneeled and bowed his head down.

You watched Rabban closely. He could accept this offer but he could also simply behead your father.

“In the name of Baron Vladimir Harkonnen, may your service be accepted, Sultan (Y/L/N),” he nodded his head. “We didn’t know who to make the Governor of this wasteland anyway,” he snorted. “I guess this is solved. However, you will be watched carefully,” he squinted his eyes at your father. “I will leave my guards here and you will be spied on every second of your pathetic life, Sultan.”

“Yes, my Lord,” your father nodded. “What about the rebellion you helped to start? The citizens of Pairi Daêza do not wish me to stay in this Palace anymore.”

“You have my army to command now. You can slay them,” Rabban shrugged his arms and your father stood up clumsily.

“You helped them to start the rebellion against me and now you’re giving me your army to slay the rebels?” He asked to make sure.

“All we care about is your spice,” Rabban’s voice sounded casual and then he turned around to look at you again. “And your daughter,” he added with a smirk before approaching you and grabbing you by your arm roughly. You squealed as he started to walk you out of the room.

“Let me go!” You protested.

“You’re already breaking our arrangement, woman. You promised to be obedient,” he barked at you.

“I want to say goodbye to my parents,” you told him.

“It’s not the last time you’re seeing them. That is, if they play nice and don’t start anything,” he threatened as he looked at your scared parents.

Your mother risked it, though, and she ran up to you. Her shaking hands grabbed yours as she sobbed. She couldn’t say much because of her state but she didn’t have to.

“I will be fine, mama. I will survive and you have to as well, do you hear me? Otherwise my sacrifice won’t matter,” you told her and she nodded her head, silently choking on her sobs.

“That’s enough,” Rabban threw you over his shoulder swiftly like you were a sack of potatoes and he took you out of the Palace – straight to the huge Harkonnen ship that was destined to go back on Giedi Prime.

You were a war prize.

You didn’t know much about Giedi Prime except for scary legends and myths. The heavy industrial landscape was something you had not been used to nor was their black sun that was making everything on the planet black-and-white when you were spending time outside. Not that you had spent lots of time there. You were transported from the ship to the huge black fortress and into the chambers with a few female servants waiting for you. They bathed you carefully and put you in long black robes with a veil mimicking the ones that were traditional for the Pairi Daêza unmarried women. Only your eyes were visible when you looked at yourself in the mirror, but barely – the veil was decorated with dangling silver chains. They were making you look even more mysterious and kind of dangerous but the whole outfit felt like a mockery of the traditional robes of your people.

The unmarried women of Pairi Daêza were hiding their faces but their dresses were often made of a few layers of sheer and colourful materials. Just because they were under a cover, didn’t mean they were not cheerful and full of life. The dresses would be often decorated with lace, flowers or embroidery. They were flowy and ethereal when the women walked down the streets and all the married women who no longer had to hide their faces were envious as they remembered their younger days. On Giedi Prime you looked as if you were in a deep state of mourning. But perhaps you were. Your planet was destroyed, your family humiliated. And no one knew what would happen to you.

You were taken by the guards and followed by the servants to a huge throne room of The Baron Harkonnen. You had heard of him from your father so you expected the worst but his unnaturally huge and floating form still made the blood in your veins run cold. He was enormous and repulsing; sickly. Kept alive by the machinery behind him and the undying will to rule forever.

He was accompanied by Rabban who smirked at you when you walked inside. There was another man standing there, too. He was young; strong and muscular but also slim. Tall and proud in the way he stood. His face was full of cruelty and mockery but you had to admit he was rather attractive… at least for a Harkonnen male. His lips were full, his eyes reminded you of a snake but they were decorated with a long set of eyelashes. You hoped he was the younger brother that Beast Rabban had mentioned before.

You stood in front of the stairs leading to The Baron’s throne and you bowed down, waiting for his reaction.

“Shehzadi (Y/L/N),” he greeted you in a harsh, deep voice that sent shivers down your spine. “Finally I get to see you… Or not,” he added and you raised your head to lay your eyes on him. He was observing you carefully and so was the young man. “Take her veil off, Rabban, show me what you’ve brought here,” he snapped at his nephew and the Beast approached you. “She better be pretty enough for Feyd-Rautha if you decided to spare her father’s life for her,” The Baron teased him. 

“Who would have thought that women were your weakness,” the man named Feyd hissed at his brother and you got startled by the sound of his voice. It was identical to The Baron’s in a twisted and uncomfortable way that formed a knot in your stomach.

You felt oddly bad for the Beast Rabban. He was the one to conquer your planet and he was the one to take you. Yet, you were a prize that he had won not for himself but for his spoiled younger brother. You couldn’t quite understand the dynamic of this family yet.

He stood next to you and grabbed the fabric of your veil in his fist in his usual brutal manner. By the pace of his breath, you could hear that he was as nervous as you were. If The Baron would not like you, he would be punished for going soft on your father.

Rabban’s hand hesitated before tearing the veil off of your face. It caught his younger brother’s attention. He hissed and walked up to you with a short knife in his hands that he had been playing with as if out of boredom. He smirked at you and revealed black teeth that made you flinch at the sight. Your reaction only excited him.

“How long do I have to wait, brother?” He asked as he cut the veil open, impatiently. Rabban took a step back and allowed his brother to take a better look at you. The Baron tried to peek in but Feyd was standing right in front of you and covering your face completely from his uncle’s sight.

The young man hummed to himself and tilted his head both sides. He raised his hand up and grabbed your chin to squeeze it gently.

“How old is she?” He asked his brother as if you could not speak.

“Shehzadi (Y/N) is twenty years old like you are,” Rabban tried to recommend your virtues the best he could, like he was a slave seller.

“Five and twenty,” you corrected him confidently, not feeling any shame about your age. Rabban took a sharp breath in as Feyd gave him a scolding look.

“A bit old, isn’t it?” The Baron’s voice interrupted them.

Feyd looked you up and down with so much fire in his eyes that you started to feel your cheeks heating up. You had never been looked at this way not only because of the custom of covering your face but also because it was not a way that men on Pairi Daêza would court women in.

“I’ll take her,” Feyd shrugged his arms as he announced to his uncle. He turned around to look at him and you sighed out of relief. So did Rabban.

“Move aside, Feyd,” The Baron barked at his nephew, impatiently. “It is I who decide,” he added and Feyd took a step to the left, revealing your form to his uncle. You had both of the brothers standing on both sides and their hideous uncle looming over a few steps ahead of you.

In complete silence he was watching you for a long while, puffing on his pipe. Finally, he beckoned you over to come closer. You gathered the fabric of your skirt in your hands and took a few steps ahead with your heart pounding in your chest.

“I shall take her,” he stated as the whole room went dead silent.

“What are you talking about?!” Feyd protested and you chewed on the insides of your cheeks, trying not to burst into tears. “She is mine for the taking!”

The Baron was a disgusting creature but you were aware that being his wife would give you more power and influence than marrying any of his nephews. It would protect your family better, too.

And every power came with a sacrifice.

Still, your dignity wanted to join Feyd-Rautha’s tantrum. You had been expecting to be given in marriage to a young and healthy warrior. Not an old and sickly piece of greasy meat in front of you.

“Shut up, boy!” The Baron yelled at Feyd and you flinched. “Don’t startle, my Shehzadi,” he cooed to you in a malicious whisper. “As you can see, none of my nephews are worthy of you nor my throne one day. You shall give me an heir,” he told you and you nodded, obediently. Fighting him had no purpose.

Feyd was furious. You heard him walking out of the room angrily and slamming the door behind him.

“You have just made an enemy, my Shehzadi,” The Baron reached his swollen pale hand with the green and blue veins popping out. You gently took it and nearly gagged at the feeling of it.

“Me, my Lord?” You tried to bat your eyelashes at him. Your voice shivered out of fear and he smirked at you.

“Feyd-Rautha will no longer be the Na-Baron when our son is born. He will do everything to get rid of you and the child. You shall be careful, sweet Shehzadi,” he warned you. “I have my ways of keeping him obedient. When he’s not showing you proper respect, you will tell me, yes?”

“Y-yes, my Lord,” you nodded.

“Good,” he squeezed our hand gently and you felt your stomach turning. “Go, prepare for the wedding,” he let go of you and raised his finger to touch your cheek. It was getting difficult to hide your repulsion but on the other hand it was oddly satisfying to know that you were chosen by The Baron himself.

You bowed down and walked out of the room with the guards and servants. They all were staring at you with widened eyes, as shocked with the outcome of this day as you were.

You hadn’t seen The Baron for the past few weeks of the preparations for the wedding. In fact, you hadn't seen anyone. You had been kept a prisoner in one part of the fortress but you did not mind that at all because you had lots of servants and your chambers did not lack any luxury. The only thing you missed was nature – the greenery, the sound of birds, the feeling of the sun on your skin, the light breeze of the Ocean. But there was no way of coming back to it. Pairi Daêza had none of it anymore.

Spoiled as a child, you were harshened in your teenage years by the war taking place in your homeland. Despite your father’s weakness flowing in your blood, you had learnt how to adapt and survive. You would survive just well on Giedi Prime, you decided.

The only thing you dreaded about your marriage was the physical aspect of the union. However, you had been informed by the medic visiting you every morning about the nature of your future duties.

“These injections are supposed to prepare your body for carrying a son,” he told you after sticking a syringe with an odd liquid into your vein. “After the wedding you will be bred to carry The Baron’s heir, my Lady.”

“Bred?” You swallowed thickly.

“I will insert the seed during a swift and painless procedure, my Lady,” he assured you.

“So… I will not be…” You didn’t know how to say it without offending The Baron.

The medic knew, though. He looked up into your eyes as your face was covered with the black veil. The Baron had liked your homeworld’s tradition and allowed you to cover your face until the wedding.

“The Baron’s health does not allow such activities,” he informed you and you sighed out of relief. “Which does not mean he will not demand some… other duties.”

You nodded your head at him. Some other duties, whatever they meant, you could survive. It was the haunting image of him hovering over you or taking you from behind that was keeping you sleepless recently. You had come to Giedi Prime completely innocent in that subject but you made your Harkonnen servants tell you all about it. They were experienced, especially the ones who had been called late at night to Feyd-Rautha’s chambers. The young na-baron apparently liked sex a lot. The more you were finding out about him and his nature, the more glad you were that it was his uncle you were marrying. At least he was not so young; not so full of adrenaline and testosterone as his nephew.

Giedi Prime had not had a Baroness in a long time. The ceremony was about to be the grandest you had ever experienced. The leaders of the great houses had been invited – your parents amongst them. Even The Emperor himself had sent an envoy to take part in the event in his name. You had never expected to hold such importance in the Galaxy. After all, you were only a Shehzadi of a small and unimportant Pairi Daêza. The spice deposit had truly changed everything.

Your servant women worked on your huge wedding dress. It was black, too, of course. Everything was black. But there was some meaning behind it, in fact, since the wedding was an occasion to mourn your maidenhood and your previous life. The veil covering your face was decorated and attached to the upper part of your bodice, so when your face would be revealed and the veil taken off, your dress would stop being so modest and show off your breasts squeezed by a corset. You didn’t feel comfortable with that idea. Women on Pairi Daêza were not known for revealing their physical virtues in such a way. But Harkonnen women were their husbands’ prizes and trophies. You wanted to make The Baron proud because it would keep him happy. And keeping him happy meant the safety of you and your family. You didn’t want to play many games. You just wanted to survive.

You actually wanted to give him a son. Because giving him a son would seal your fate as The Baroness. Your position would be untouchable and that awful Feyd-Rautha could throw tantrums about it but it would be your son who would inherit the title of The Baron.

You were allowed to see your parents before the ceremony because they were supposed to leave early in the morning on the next day and in the evening there would be no occasion to be left alone with them like you were now. Alone in a room with your mother and father whose faces looked worried and exhausted. Their clothes were different than you remembered. Less colourful as if they were grieving, too.

“Are you alright?” Your mother asked you. She approached you and tried to lift the veil off but it refused to move.

“It is attached to the dress. I am fine,” you assured her. “Do not worry, my face is not bruised. You will see when he takes it off,” you nodded.

“It is an honour for you to marry The Baron himself,” your father smiled at you gently. “A great honour that he has liked you.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” your mother scolded him. “It is awful, awful news. You know what he’s like. He’s destroyed our planet!”

“She can handle that for all the power she’s going to have now,” he shrugged his arms.

“How easy it is to say for a man,” your mother sighed. “You owe her your life.”

“I do and I am grateful,” your father nodded his head at you.

“And yet you demand more,” you whispered to him. He froze. “You demand of me to keep The Baron happy so he doesn’t get rid of you. But that is your part of the deal. You shall obey him and play nice as you promised. As long as you do that, there is no threat and my protection is not required.”

“If you think this way, why are you here, all dressed up to get married?” He raised his eyebrow.

“For mother,” you held her hands gently, “because you will not be able to protect her like me,” you added sternly.

Your father looked away, frustrated. He wanted to snap at you but he could not. Not when you were The Baron’s bride. You were no longer his daughter but almost another man’s wife. And the man was too powerful to disrespect.

The ownership of women. Once your father’s, then your husband’s. Freedom would come only in the case of a man’s death. And yet, men wondered why so many women were so angry and bloodthirsty.

“Time’s up,” one of the guards entered the room harshly. “Shehzadi (Y/N) is asked to attend the ceremony,” he announced and nodded at you. You nodded back and squeezed your mother’s hands for the last time before following the guard into the dark and cold corridor of the fortress, trying to keep your veiled head high.

Out of the people gathered for the ceremony, one pair of eyes was locked on you the most intensely. The dark eyes of Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen were observing your every move, every gesture, every breath and every word. You felt suffocated by his gaze. It was full of fire like the first time he had seen you but also full of hatred and contempt. You couldn’t tell if he wanted to claim you or kill you. Perhaps both answers were true. You wouldn’t be surprised after hearing all the stories about him.

You feared him the most out of all The Harkonnens. Beast Rabban was the devil you knew and you were his weakness because you were the prize he had conquered himself. The Baron was terrifying and dangerous but he was rather calm and he treated you like a pet so as long as you were quiet and obedient, he did not take pleasure in tormenting you. Feyd-Rautha was different. He was psychotic and your wedding to his uncle was making him lose the greatest deal – his inheritance.

The worst part of the wedding ceremony was the kiss. Not that The Baron had been particularly passionate about it but something about his lips touching yours – even though briefly – was making your insides twist. Perhaps being married to him wouldn’t be as easy to survive as you had been hoping.

When The Wedding Games had begun, Feyd-Rautha joined them eagerly with all the fierceness a warrior could possess. It was an old and dreadful tradition full of blood and violence, a display of power and murderous Harkonnen nature. The men, usually gladiators, were fighting for life and death. Only one could remain and become the winner who would be forever remembered. When his nephew joined the fight, your new husband didn’t look very pleased and he followed every movement of his boy carefully, keeping his eye on the guard, too. He was scared of losing his heir after all.

You watched Feyd-Rautha fight as well. His moves were swift and confident. It was bringing him joy to both hurt and be hurt. He was playful in combat – smirking, winking, occasionally looking back to make sure you were watching. And whenever he was the one to take the blow, he would let out a laugh and hiss in pleasure. He was an odd, scary creature because he had no fear of any sort of pain. Not even death most likely.

Eventually, he killed the last opponent right in front of your eyes, wanting for you to flinch, you suspected. You did not give him such satisfaction. All the years of the war on your planet had made you immune to the sight of such violence and death.

He let out a triumphant yell and raised the bloody knife before bowing down and reaching his hands out with the blade towards you. You stood up and accepted his offering as you had been taught by your servants the past few weeks during your preparations.

“Thy display of power and bravery has been noticed, Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen,” you told him the words you had learnt by heart.

“For my Baroness I will shed the blood of my enemies,” he looked up intensely at you and you swallowed thickly. You hated when he was staring like this. You only nodded and turned around to hand the bloody blade to one of the guards who would secure it. The blade would later be on display in the Memory Room.

You sat back down and forced a small meal upon yourself. In the meantime, your husband had already left the party. Not that you minded.

Feyd and Rabban were sitting nearby. Both were staring at you but the older one actually looked as if he was sorry for you. He hadn’t spoken a word to you ever since his uncle had decided to be the one to marry you. It was nearly funny how back on Pairi Daêza everyone feared the Beast Rabban but here on Giedi Prime he was the least important pawn of the game.

Around midnight, one of The Baron’s servants leaned in to whisper into your ear to inform you that your husband had been waiting for you in his chambers. You swallowed thickly and nodded your head before standing up and leaving the dining room as fast as possible.

In the dark corridor you slowed down, though, not wanting to walk too fast and approach the dreaded room too soon. The guards were not following you but you knew the way, you had been taught it by your servants even though your chambers were in a different part of the fortress. Now, as The Baroness, you would get the new ones – even more splendid and luxurious. But you had been told you would not share them with your husband which was a great comfort.

Halfway there you heard footsteps behind you and you angered. Whatever humiliation was there to come, you did not want any witnesses. The corridor was dark and empty and yet some guard decided to follow you. You turned around furiously, ready to scold him. But it was no guard. It was Feyd-Rautha.

He leaned on the wall with a smirk and squinted his eyes at you.

“What do you want?” You asked him and clenched your jaw.

“Like a sheep for slaughter,” he snorted at you.

“That is none of your business, I believe,” you straightened yourself and raised your chin up.

He didn’t like your remark as he moved away from the wall and approached you quickly. In no time you felt his face looming over yours, mere inches away.

“I know what he’s going to do to you,” he whispered as you tried to remain cool but his words made you terrified. There was an odd sparkle in his eye, like he was enjoying your torment. He probably was.

“Fuck me?” You tried to pretend it didn’t bother you.

“Well, well, well, look at how dirty your mouth can be, Shehzadi,” Feyd-Rautha grabbed your cheeks to squeeze them and your eyes widened at his insolence.

“To you, I’m The Baroness,” you mumbled out.

“Sure you are, little snake. How else should I call you? An aunt?” He teased. “I shall,” he added. “No, he’s not going to fuck you. But he’s going to touch you and this reeking, slimy feeling won’t ever leave your skin. You will feel him always,” he moved even closer to you. You wondered how he could know such things. Then you felt how hard he was underneath his leather pants. You were scared he would hurt you now, which would make your husband furious and toss you aside, surely. 

“Sounds like you’d like to watch,” you drawled, regretting it instantly. He took a sharp breath in and pushed you against the wall, still holding your cheeks but now you were trapped between his body and the cold marble.

“Don’t be disgusting,” he warned you. It was surprising there were things he was finding gross. He didn’t look like the type. “You’ve no idea what’s waiting for you, aunt,” he hissed.

“Aw, you’re worried?” You cooed and he let go of your cheeks angrily. He remained close to you, though. You felt his hot breath on your face. He smelled like blood and leather.

Feyd’s hands dropped to your waist. Before you could stop him, he was pulling up all the layers of your dress, desperately trying to get the access between your legs. You grabbed his wrists, trying to stop him quietly.

“No, no, no, please, no,” you whispered in a panic. “Please, don’t hurt me.”

“I’m not going to hurt you, aunt. He’s going to do it,” Feyd snorted at your words and froze when all the layers of your dress that had been on the way were finally moved aside. A cold shiver went down your legs at the feeling of your exposed thighs. Feyd cupped your womanhood covered with black silky underwear. You gasped at the feeling as your eyes widened when you looked at his face. His lips curled into a smirk as you shook your head.

“Relax, Baroness, I’ll ease you for him,” he told you as his fingers hooked on the edge of your underwear. You felt his cold fingertips brushing your pussy softly and a set of shivers went down your spine at that sensation.

You didn’t know how to feel about it. Your heart was pounding in your chest and you were getting dizzy. Your mind wanted him to stop but your body did not. Despite the lack of experience, you knew that The Baron would not make you feel the same way as his young nephew would.

“I won’t fuck you,” he let out a raspy whisper, “he would kill us both for that.”

“He wouldn’t know,” you told him and Feyd tilted his head at you. “I’ve been examined by the medic this morning to prove my innocence. I doubt he will examine me now again.”

“Believe me, he would know,” Feyd let out a laugh as he moved your underwear aside and exposed your womanhood. It was too dark for you to feel ashamed of it but it still felt incredibly wrong. Yet, you didn’t ask him to stop. Not that it would change anything.

He raised his hand up to his full lips and licked them while staring deep into your widened eyes. Then he put his hand between your legs again and began to touch you in your most intimate place. You sighed at the feeling of his wet and cold fingers trying to get between your folds.

“Open your legs further,” he ordered and your body obeyed by moving the legs more apart before your mind could take over and make a responsible decision to run away. Not that you could run away because with his free hand he grabbed one of your wrists and pinned it to the wall above your head.

Once he got a better access to your pussy, Feyd focused on massaging your sweet spot that made your eyes roll to the back of your head, occasionally dipping his finger carefully inside of you to gather some of your wetness. You moaned softly and dug your fingernails into his bicep, feeling a close release. He was smirking at how fast he could make you reach your high but you didn’t care. You hated him but his fingers were skilled, making you stand on your toes as the muscles of your abdomen tensed, desperately wanting more friction.

“I’m gonna…” You gasped and that was when he took his hand away, fixed your underwear and took a step back, letting the folds of your dress fall down to their place. It took you a moment to collect yourself and realise that he had left you without a release but with a deep and urgent need. “What was that?” You asked.

“Now it won’t hurt when my uncle does the same to you, aunt. Maybe you’ll even cum with his fingers inside you as you remember my fingers on your cunt,” Feyd chuckled contemptuously and licked his fingers clean as you watched with terror in your eyes. “Sweet. Like I’ve imagined a cunt from Paradise to be,” he commented and turned around to walk back to the party, leaving you breathless and dizzy with an ache between your legs.

For a while you forgot where to go. You kept taking wrong turns before finally approaching the doors leading to The Baron’s chambers. At your state you weren’t even scared anymore. Feyd-Rautha had eased your mind indeed and reduced your body functions to one primal need.

You pushed the door open softly and entered your husband’s chambers. They were nearly empty and very cold. In the middle of it, there was a big bathtub full of a black substance. He was bathing in it and puffing on his pipe as he squinted his eyes at you.

“What took you so long, Baroness?” He asked and you cleared your throat, trying not to sound too shook up. The sight of him in that bathtub made your desire much lesser, though. Even the memory of Feyd-Rautha’s cold fingertips brushing your clit lightly and teasing you with pleasure could not make you feel the same excitement again.

“I’m sorry. I got lost,” you answered, which had been only half a lie.

“Don’t worry, Baroness, you will soon remember the way,” he wasn’t angry and he beckoned you over with a move of his wrist.

You approached him obediently although your limbs were getting numb. You were left completely alone with him and you had no idea what he would want now from you. As your husband he could demand anything and you’d have to follow.

“Undress yourself,” his voice was softer than when he would address his nephews but it was still an order as he watched carefully with squinted eyes.

You nodded shyly at his words and began to clumsily take your gown off. It was a complicated piece of fashion and you did not have any servants to assist you. However, your husband was not rushing you, he simply watched and he was visibly content.

When you were naked, you covered yourself with your hands as you stood in front of him. He looked up from his bathtub and puffed on his pipe with a smirk.

“No, no, don’t hide,” he shook his head. “Come, join me,” he invited you in and you swallowed thickly at the black slime he had been bathing in. You doubted it was harmful but you didn’t want to sit in the same substance as him. “Join me,” he repeated, more sternly this time and you bit on your lower lip as you nodded and entered the bathtub.

Your body was shaking but the odd liquid was nicely warm and relaxing. The feeling of it helped you ease a bit. You sat as far away as possible from him.

“Come closer, Baroness. You see, I’m old now and not of the best health. I sadly cannot perform my marital duties and satisfy you like a husband would,” he pretended to feel sorry for you. “But I want to play with you a little and admire my new wife,” he reached out his hand and you took a deep breath in before holding it and letting him pull you closer. “Do you know why I took you for myself?” He whispered and you shook your head. “Because he wanted you so much.”

When you left The Baron’s chambers, there were two scared female servants waiting already behind the doors. At the sight of you leaving in a hurry, they entered – most likely to finish what you had started. You hurried to the rooms that were supposed to be yours now. They were empty since your own servants would come in the morning.

You had been barely dressed because you wanted to leave his room as fast as possible. This time taking your dress off took you a few seconds and you jumped into the bathtub in the bathroom and filled it with warm water. With a sponge laying on the counter you started to scrub your body harshly, causing the skin to bleed in a few places. You wanted to get the black slime off of you and – most importantly – your husband’s touch.

Feyd had been right. What his uncle had done to you was not the worst – he had been touching and teasing, sniffing your scent and caressing your skin as he had whispered about the beauty of youth and innocence. But the fact that it had been him doing so, it made it the most disgusting thing you had ever experienced. You gagged at the very memory of it and now, after your wedding night, you no longer felt comfortable with the idea of being bred with his son even if it would be an artificial conception.

You started to sob uncontrollably. You hated The Harkonnens. They had destroyed your planet and your childhood. Now they destroyed your innocence and womanhood. You would never get free of them.

But death was not an option. It would be an easy way out. You had to be strong.

The medic’s procedure had truly been quick and painless but you felt disgusting leaving the medical wing of the fortress knowing that The Baron’s seed might be already growing in you. To make it worse, on your way back to your chambers, you spotted Feyd-Rautha coming back from the training yards. He smirked at the sight of you as you froze, still remembering the last night’s blasphemous act of intimacy that he had performed.

“Aunt,” he greeted you with a nod of his head.

“Nephew,” you answered in a similar manner as you looked him up and down.

Sweaty from the combat and still wielding a blade, he looked incredibly magnetic at that moment. His youthful and fearless energy was unfortunately drawing you in. The way he was staring at you made you remember how good his fingers had felt on your pussy and it brought the heat up to your cheeks. You wished he would stay away from you because his very presence was a torment.

“How was it?” He leaned in when he spoke to you, his eyes carefully watching your figure. You did not give him an answer. “Did you cum?”

“You’re an insolent brat, Feyd-Rautha,” you told him sternly and he straightened himself. You spoiled his fun by not being scared nor disgusted. “I want you to stay away from me since I might already be carrying your uncle’s true heir,” you added.

The playfulness of his eyes turned into anger very quickly. He pointed at your abdomen with his blade and you flinched. The guards standing a few steps behind you, hurried to your side immediately.

“You will soon realise, aunt,” Feyd drawled, “that he is your enemy – not me. He will destroy you like he destroys everything he ever lays his hands on.”

“Like he destroyed you?” You raised your eyebrow curiously and he lowered the blade. His jaw clenched but there was a shadow of hurt in his eyes at that moment, which surprised you. You didn’t expect a man like him to ever feel hurt.

Feyd-Rautha did not reply to that. He walked away without a word, followed by your guards’ eyes.

“Are you alright, my Lady?” One of them asked you and you nodded. “Shall we tell The Baron about the incident?”

“Yes,” you nodded. “His nephew’s antics must be tempered.”

Six months had passed since your wedding day and you still were not carrying The Baron’s heir. Your husband was growing impatient and the only thing stopping him from getting angry at you was the medic’s declaration that it had not been your fault but the seed’s quality was weak due to your husband’s age and condition. Even enhanced artificially with the Harkonnen science, it could not settle well in your womb. At this point you were so drugged with their injections to the point that you wouldn’t be surprised if a simple touch of any other man than your husband would put a son in you. How ironic.

You had no idea what The Baron had done to Feyd-Rautha but after the corridor’s incident the young man had been avoiding you. He had been watching you carefully from afar with eyes full of hatred like an ominous shadow following you behind wherever you would go. But he would not approach you nor talk to you unless he had to in an official situation. He would always address you with respect as The Baroness or Aunt. You had noticed that it brought him a twisted pleasure to call you by that name.

Your husband hadn’t been spending much more time with you either. He would be next to you during the official events and he would ask you to join him in his chambers about once or twice a week but other than that you had been spending your days alone with nobody but your female servants and male guards, occasionally with the medic. It was a lonely life but at least you weren’t exposed too much to the dreadful Harkonnens… except for the nights you were expected to perform some sort of marital duties.

No amount of time had made you used to The Baron’s touch. You would flinch every time he caressed your body or admired it while whispering the filthiest things. But after the first month your body had developed a defence mechanism of dissociation during those acts.

Technically speaking, though, after six months of being The Baroness Harkonnen, you remained a virgin. The marriage had not been consummated properly so The Baron could divorce you without consequences any day. Giving him a son was the only thing that would legitimise your union. And as much as you dreaded his spawn growing inside of you, you wanted to secure your position. The frustration of not getting pregnant had brought you to tears many times before.

It did now as well. An hour after finding out that the last week’s procedure had failed and the seed had not settled in your womb. The medic had been both sorry for you and himself because he had known that The Baron’s rage would mostly be aimed at him for not doing enough. Soon, though, you were sure, it would reach you as well.

Your chambers were being cleaned at the moment and you wanted to be alone so you wandered to a different part of the fortress and hid in one of the empty study rooms. You kicked your shoes off and sat on a black leather armchair by the wall as you sobbed into your hands, curling up with your feet up on the seat. You felt so small and unimportant at that moment; you missed home and you missed your mother’s embrace. You missed any sort of affection.

Focused on self-pity you did not hear the doors opening. You only startled at the sound of them closing loudly and you froze at the sight of Feyd-Rautha who had just entered the study room. At first, he stiffened seeing you as well.

“What are you doing here, aunt?” He asked, carefully.

“It is none of your business, go away,” you ordered, trying for your voice not to break and reveal your crying state.

“You cannot command that,” he snorted at you.

“I am your Baroness. I can and I will,” you sniffled your tears back and you hugged yourself tighter as if you wanted to protect yourself from him.

Feyd ignored your words, though. He approached you confidently and smirked after realising what you had been doing.

“Yes, feast on the sight of me crying,” you snapped. “What a pleasure it must be for you. Let me please you further, dear nephew. I am still not expecting an heir that would take your place. Happy now?” Your voice trembled.

“Look at you, you’re glowing,” he crouched down to be on your level as he whispered in an oddly seductive way. You furrowed your brows at his words and he reached his hand out to brush your cheek stained with tears. “They’ve injected so many hormones into you, Baroness, you’re practically begging to be fucked. You’ve no idea what the smell of you does to men around you…” He brought his finger to his mouth and licked the tip softly. “The taste… Even your tears are an aphrodisiac,” he looked up at you and you swallowed thickly. It was making you uncomfortable but for the first time in a long time you felt seen. “What a torment it must be. Do you touch yourself, aunt?” He asked and the insolent question snapped you back to reality.

“I’ve no idea how he punishes you but you’re asking to be punished again,” you warned him.

“I can show you how he punishes me,” Feyd did not wait for your answer as he took his black shirt off, revealing his pale and strong chest. His hard muscles were simply beautiful, you had to admit it. But when he turned around to show you his back, he revealed dozens of thin scars scattered all over. Some were white and bumpy, visibly old. But some were more fresh and still reddened. You hissed at the sight and he turned his head around to look at your face.

“I’m sorry, I did not know…” You admitted and reached your hand out to touch some of them gently. You let your finger follow the lines and he smirked.

“Don’t be sorry, aunt. I enjoy the whipping,” he grabbed your wrist and turned his body in your direction again.

“It is hard to believe, Feyd-Rautha,” you admitted. “I thought his punishment was based on threats.”

“His methods are more sophisticated,” Feyd sneered. “Now, I’ve revealed myself to you, Baroness. Will you reveal yourself to me?” He asked and you furrowed your brow. “Do you touch yourself?” He repeated the question that caused your cheeks to heat up.

“Sometimes,” you answered. “I start but I never finish because somewhere in the middle I get haunted by the visions of his hands touching me and they make me sick,” you whispered your secret.

“Poor aunt, you must be so tense,” Feyd cooed to you and let go of your wrist. “So ready and eager to welcome a child in her womb and yet so unsatisfied.”

You hated to admit that he was right. The amount of hormones that had been injected made your breasts and womanhood sensitive, a single brush of your servant’s hand during the bathtime was enough to fill you with desire. Most of the time you were walking around with an itch deep between your legs, a heavy burden that could not be removed by any means.

Now, Feyd-Rautha being so close to you and talking to you in such a manner was not helping. In fact, it was making your condition worse.

“What do you care?” You asked. “I thought you don’t want me to carry him a son. If he tossed me aside or even killed me, it would be your victory,” you pointed out.

“My greatest victory would be humiliating him by putting my son in your womb,” Feyd watched your reaction carefully but you didn’t even flinch at the sound of that.

He was young and so full of life. You were sure he’d succeed during the first try. It would secure your position and keep The Baron Happy.

“What if he finds out? He’d kill us both,” you bit on your lower lip.

“And you think I would allow that?” He snorted at you, revealing his black teeth. You were so shook up that in this state you even found them attractive. The fact they were so black, so different, so extraordinary, symbolising his brutality. You wanted to kiss him. You wanted his toxic saliva to poison your innocence. You wanted to be trapped under him as he ravages you.

He had to notice the shift of your gaze, the way you face changed its expression. He smirked triumphantly, already knowing that you craved him.

“The medic… He will see I was deflowered,” your last hesitation made you speak up your concerns.

“The medic?” Feyd-Rautha chuckled contemptuously. “The same one who is working for me? The same one who is making sure that my uncle’s seed is not succeeding?”

“Wh-what?” You choked out but he only smirked as he shushed you.

“Don’t forget you were supposed to be mine, little snake. I do not give up easily,” he admitted and with one rapid movement of his strong hands he pushed your legs apart as your thin silky dress pulled up, revealing you to him. “Let’s give you a quick release before I properly breed you. You must be in such pain and torment,” he cooed.

Your eyes widened at his actions but you did not protest. Your limbs were getting numb out of the overwhelming desire and feeling his breath on your pussy was nearly enough to make you cum on spot.

Feyd dropped to his knees and leaned in even closer, biting the soft flesh of your thighs gently with his black teeth and leaving trails of saliva. You felt your womanhood pulsating, begging for his attention. He had to notice the twitching muscles underneath your underwear as well as he chuckled and took it off of you greedily. He froze for a moment with his eyes fixed on his prize and he slowly licked his lips.

“So swollen and eager. The smell is enough to put only one thought in my head,” he admitted. “Make you swell with my seed. Come here,” he crooned in his coarse voice that sent shivers down your spine as he grabbed your ankles and pulled you closer to the edge of the armchair’s seat. He threw your feet over his muscular shoulders and opened his mouth to stick out his long and slim tongue to show it off for you as you took a deep and shaky breath in.

Feyd leaned in and buried his face between your wet folds that had been anticipating any sort of release for weeks now. You gasped loudly at the sensation of the tip of his tongue tickling your sensitive sweet spot. His mouth was so skilled that he did not require the assistance of his hands as he placed them flat on your thighs to keep steady. He would gather your wetness with his tongue and then dip it all inside of you, making your back arch and hips rise slightly for more friction. There were times when his whole face was buried deep into you but he did not even flinch from the lack of air as he was devouring you, licking you completely clean like a starving dog and then focusing again on your swollen clit. Whenever he teased it, you were sure you’d cum now but then he would move his tongue away over and over, keeping you on the edge.

Your gasps and soft moans filled the room. You were trying to hold yourself back a little, ashamed of being so displayed for him but on the other hand it was him kneeling down to lick your pussy like a servant. It was you who was in control and the thought of that alone was enough to turn you on even more.

Your hands had been squeezing the armchair’s leather fabric but you dared to place them on the back of Feyd’s bald head and he did not protest. In fact, he moaned at the feeling as a pleasurable vibration went down your body. Your toes curled when you pushed his face even deeper and you felt the pressure of his nose on your clit when he was fucking you with his long tongue.

The overwhelming desire stripped you out of shame as you began to move his head up and down, rubbing your pussy all over his face while your moans grew higher and louder. Fuck it, you thought, you deserved it. After months of such a sad and awful marriage, being The Baron’s trophy wife, unsatisfied and yet violated by his repulsing touch, you deserved to cum on his handsome nephew’s face. It was the least Feyd-Rautha could do to make it up for you.

With a loud moan, shaky breath and trembling legs you finally reached your peak. Although the movements of your hips came to a halt and your hands stopped pushing his face, he was relentlessly sucking on your clit throughout your high, until you begged him to stop and he hesitantly let go of your glistening pussy with your sticky juices vulgarly dripping down his chin as you looked down at him with hazy eyes.

“I could feast on you for days, Baroness, you’re as sweet as a ripe fruit from your homeworld,” Feyd did not bother with wiping his face. He took your limp feet and calves from his shoulders and threw them back on the floor before placing one last kiss upon your wet mound as your pussy twitched uncontrollably in an aftershock.

You didn’t know what to say. You could see the hunger in him, he expected more and you wanted it, too. You wanted to feel his cock inside of you, you wanted him to fuck you like The Baron could never do.

“Claim me, Feyd-Rautha,” you ordered in a weak voice. “I want to remember with satisfaction each time he asks for me that it is you who have claimed me and fucked me. Put your son in me and smile every time you see me walking swollen with your seed as you know that it is yours and not his. If you’re a good boy now, I might reward you and let you feast on my fruit every night in my chambers,” you promised, like it would bring him more pleasure than you, which was not true at all. You craved it as much as him, if not more.

Your words elicited even greater hunger inside of him as he grabbed you by your ankles and pulled you down on the cold marble floor. The coolness of the stone brought some relief to your feverish body, your dress was still pulled up and you watched Feyd positioning himself above you as you bit on your lower lip and realised he would truly claim you now, on the floor of an empty room in secret. There was something barbaric about it and the fact you were an innocent lady from a planet known as Paradise who would be taken by such a brute warrior was making you go dizzy. You didn’t even fear the pain that would come with it because you wanted it – you wanted him to stretch you out and fill you.

When such thoughts were invading your mind and exciting you all over again, Feyd got his cock out of his leather pants and stroked it at the sight of you waiting for him with your legs open. With his free hand he gathered the wetness of your pussy and coated his length with it before hovering over you with his face inches away from yours.

“It’s going to hurt, my Lady,” he warned you with a smirk, there was absolutely no worry in his voice.

“I want you to hurt me,” you nodded and grabbed his biceps, ready to dig your nails in them as he’d slide inside.

Your spent and overstimulated pussy was relaxed enough to welcome him but the burning sensation made your back arch and your eyes roll, you were sure your fingernails made his shoulders bleed but you did not care. The pain was overwhelming and mixed with pleasure, you felt as full as you could and yet he still had more and more to give you, sliding it inside slowly, inch by inch, with a raspy moan and his forehead pressed to yours.

“You’re so tight,” Feyd breathed out, “open your eyes,” he commanded and your eyes fluttered open to stare into his cold and intense gaze. “I want you to look at me when I fill you up with my son,” he added and you nodded, still too overwhelmed to speak but already getting used to his size as if your pussy was made for his cock.

Once you nodded, he started rutting into you with all his force without any warning. You dug your fingernails even deeper into his flesh and moaned out of pleasure as the spasms of pain travelled through your body. His moves were fast and rough, relentless; nearly automatic like he was a machine and not a human. With each stroke he was hitting a spot inside of you that was making you gasp and writhe underneath him, leaving you a drooling and whimpering mess. Feyd used one of his hands to grab your cheeks and squeeze them gently to shut you up before joining his lips with yours in a sloppy and possessive kiss. You could taste yourself on him and you moaned at the taste – it was sweet indeed from all the hormones you had been injected with. It was no wonder he got addicted already, you would get, too. In fact, you explored his mouth with the tip of your tongue in order to clean it off of your juices completely, greedily licking them away from him as you were letting out muffled moans into his mouth.

His hips were brutal and his mouth was aggressive but you wanted nothing else but this. Hearing the stories about his sexual appetite you had been scared but now you wanted to laugh at your old self. It was nothing to fear, it was something to anticipate.

The fact that the act was forbidden, that he was your husband’s young nephew and a rival of some sort, was making it even better. You were welcoming each of his rough thrusts with eagerness, hoping it would fill your already swollen womb. Your whole body was ready to take the seed and as much as you dreaded the idea of carrying your husband’s son under your heart, you found the idea of carrying Feyd-Rautha’s heir much more appealing. If he would be like his biological father, he’d be handsome and fearsome, psychotic and depraved. You’d see your lover in him – not your husband – and it was giving you satisfaction.

Feyd’s hands dropped to your breasts as he tore the fabric of your dress open to expose them for himself to squeeze and pull on your hard nipples. You broke the kiss and cupped his face to push it down to your neck where you needed his open-mouthed sloppy kisses and soft bites of his black teeth. He obeyed and then he moved his head even lower to give the same treatment to your breasts, occasionally accompanying your moans with his low grunts.

You could feel that your second peak was coming close and you wanted to make him finish, too, so you spoke up in a shaky, hazy voice.

“Fill me up, give me a son,” you pleaded in a raspy whisper. “I want it so bad, I want to swell with your baby.”

Feyd moved his head up once again and joined your lips in another kiss – this time it was messy with teeth clashing and uncontrollable moans as the movement of his hips became less steady. In a few short spasmodic thrusts he spilled his thick black cum inside of your pussy. The feeling of his hard cock filling you deep inside straight into your womb was enough to bring you to your second peak as well.

Once he was definitely finished, he broke the kiss between you two and moved up to slide out of you and hide his cock back into his pants. You whined at the empty feeling and watched him put his shirt back on while breathing heavily, still laying on the floor, exposed with your dress torn up and your hair a mess. Feeling like a whore and absolutely loving it.

“You will go to the medic tomorrow and tell him that he had to be mistaken and the seed had made its way inside of you,” he informed you oh-so-formally.

“You’re so sure of your success?” You asked.

“I am,” he leaned in to look at you. “Don’t worry, I shall still visit you at night whenever you invite me. I’m a dog at your command now,” he admitted shamelessly and you sat up, resting on your elbows to take a better look at him.

That fearsome warrior was completely under your spell and all you had to do was to let him taste your pussy. You laughed at him. He had so many other women, yet it was you who made him this way. You knew why. It was because you were a war prize, because you were from Paradise and because you were an off-world Shehzadi. But most importantly he wanted you because you were his uncle’s Baroness. He craved you to spite him.

“And if I command you to never touch me nor speak to me again? I have already used you for my own gain,” you teased and raised one of your feet to caress his thigh with it.

Feyd angrily grabbed your ankle and looked into your eyes intensely.

“Don’t think I will allow my child to be called his heir and watch myself being tossed aside as my son is remembered as Vladimir Harkonnen’s spawn,” he threatened.

You didn’t answer that, unsure about the meaning of his words. He gave you one last angry gaze and pushed your foot away before walking out of the room as if nothing had just happened.

Of course the medic did not believe your words but he pretended that he had. He couldn’t know that Feyd had told you about the fact that he was working for him so he just played along and informed the Baron that he had been mistaken and you were, in fact, finally pregnant with his son.

You had been hoping that once you’d be pregnant, your husband would leave you alone. But no, how wrong you had been. He was now keeping you around him nearly all the time as if you were a precious cargo. He invited many great leaders for official banquets and showed you off. He would sit you on his lap and keep his huge hand on your swollen abdomen proudly.

But you did not even mind that much – not when you knew that the child was not his. You would often catch Feyd-Rautha’s gaze somewhere in the room and give him a mysterious smile as he would give you a smirk. It was your secret, your revenge on The Baron Harkonnen.

And late at night he would creep inside your room and please you however you wanted him to, only to disappear before the first rays of the black sun would hit you, as if he was only a dream or a ghost. You would recognise his smell now everywhere, though. The feeling of his touch differed so much from others. There was nothing but pure and raw desire bonding you two together and yet, when you watched him in the gladiator arena next to your husband, you feared for his life and you would startle at the sight of his opponents attacking him.

You knew that if something or someone threatened your life, Feyd-Rautha would protect you and he was more physically capable of it than his uncle. You needed him alive to keep you and your son safe.

You admired his body and his strength, the amount of his devotion to you and his little revenge plan. He was magnetic and you almost felt lucky to be chosen by him even though it was you having the upper hand in this relationship.

Some nights he was not coming to you, too busy with other things or perhaps too exhausted after the training. You didn’t mind since your body needed a rest as well, especially now when you were six months pregnant already. That night was one of those lonely nights and you had problems with falling asleep, so when you were woken up abruptly in the early morning by your servants, you didn’t hide your annoyance.

“What is it?” You snapped and rubbed your eyes.

“It’s… It’s The Baron, my Lady,” the girl’s black Harkonnen eyes were widened out of fear.

“What about him?” You yawned and sat up, squinting your eyes at the sun creeping inside through the windows. Another servant was already opening the curtains.

“He… He drowned last night, my Lady,” the girl informed you and you froze.

“What?” You asked, blinking slowly, not sure if it wasn’t a dream. “What are you talking about? What do you mean drowned? My husband is dead?”

“Yes, Baroness… He drowned in his bathtub. My condolences,” she bowed down. “You are awaited by the lords for the council,” she informed you.

You were speechless as you allowed them to dress you up in a humble black dress of mourning. They did your hair up and put a light make up on your face to hide the dark bags underneath your eyes. Your mind was spinning with an endless train of thoughts.

One thing was certain – it had been no accident. It had to be Feyd-Rautha’s doing.

And as much as you were relieved to hear about The Baron’s death since he would never touch nor hurt you ever again… you were scared of what would happen now. There was no way the lords would allow you to rule as the widow. You were an off-world woman who had been married to their Baron as a war prize. You were a pet, nothing more. You only hoped to convince them to let your son be an heir as they call someone else a regent in his name. You couldn’t hope even for the regent title.

You were escorted to the council room by the guards and when you entered it, every man inside went silent. They bowed down and gave you their condolences but their eyes held no sympathy. Feyd-Rautha was not amongst them.

“Thank you, my lords,” you took a seat at the end of the long, black table. “It is a great tragedy but thankfully before his death, my husband has managed to produce an heir,” you brought up the topic immediately as the men looked at each other. “What is it?” You asked.

“The boy is not even born yet, my Lady,” one of the lords spoke up and pointed at Rabban. “If we announce Count Rabban the next Baron… or Feyd-Rautha as the late Baron wanted… Well, then they might produce their own heirs in the future. They are both young and capable.”

You got dizzy at those words and the reactions of other men. They seemed to hum in approval.

“So, I am to be tossed aside?” You asked, angrily. “I am carrying your late Baron’s son and you’re tossing me aside? The child inside me is a rightful heir,” you protested.

“And what would you want?” A different lord asked without even addressing you properly. You realised you had already lost. “Perhaps you want to be The Baroness Regent? Over my dead body I will let a woman – let alone from Pairi Daêza – to command me.”

“Enough!” The doors opened and Feyd-Rautha walked inside with his head held high and a playful smirk on his face. The way he confidently walked and scanned the room with his eyes was enough proof for you to know that it was him who had killed your husband. “The child is not yet born, that is a fair point,” he looked at the lord who had addressed the matter, “therefore at the time of my uncle’s death I was still the Na-Baron,” he added and you gasped softly. You couldn’t believe that he betrayed you. You chewed on the inside of your cheek at the realisation how stupid you had been to think you were playing on the same side.

You had never discussed any details of his plan with him. But you were carrying his son and you hoped he would protect you and the child. Apparently, he only tormented you for his own fun. You wanted to cry. You had lost everything.

Then he looked at you and his face softened a little at the sight of your trembling lip and sad eyes.

“I will wed my uncle’s widow to be my Baroness as the old levirate law says,” he announced and you froze out of shock. Levirate was a law about brothers but you guessed an uncle with such an important title counted as that, too.

“Respecting that law is not expected from you, my Lord Baron,” one of the lords informed him. “You can choose any other bride.”

“I can,” Feyd nodded and stood behind your chair as he rested his hand on your shoulder, “but I will not. I’m choosing Baroness (Y/N) Harkonnen to be my bride,” he announced as the lords looked at each other, as surprised as you were. Out of relief you reached your hand up to hold his and squeeze it in a grateful manner. “I also want to make it known,” Feyd raised his voice and everyone went silent as they looked at him, “that the child she is carrying is mine and not my late uncle’s, therefore her son is my heir.”

Your heart started to pound in your chest. The eyes of the lords were staring at you with such intensity that you were afraid they would make a hole inside of you. You swallowed thickly, knowing perfectly well that you just had to admit to your sins now.

“I confirm,” you nodded and they began to whisper between each other. Feyd’s hand squeezed yours.

“If you do not believe me nor The Baroness, the medic might make a public announcement of the paternity test but I do hope you will not humiliate your Baroness like that,” Feyd told them and they all went silent again.

“N-no, my lord Baron,” one of the lords stood up and bowed down in your direction. “We accept the child as yours and we will let others know.”

“I do not want this matter to be discussed nor questioned,” Feyd stated harshly.

“With all respect, brother,” Rabban spoke up suddenly and you laid your eyes on him, curious about what he was going to say, “the matter that has been discussed and questioned so far was our uncle’s fatherhood. The only thing we have found out today was the identity of the man our Baroness has laid with.”

“Rabban,” Feyd barked at him.

“It is quite alright,” you said. “I am rather relieved that I do not have to lie about it anymore as I am proud to carry Feyd-Rautha’s son under my heart,” you smiled at the lords. Some of them rolled their eyes but they still nodded their heads at you.

“Then it’s settled,” Feyd announced. “Go back to your chambers as we settle the details about my uncle’s funeral and the rest of the upcoming ceremonies, my Lady,” he looked down at you and you nodded. He helped you to stand up and placed a kiss upon the palm of your hand before taking your seat by the table.

You were taken back to your chambers accompanied by the guard as you caressed your womb gently, very content with the outcome of that council.

The excitement made you less tired so you just ordered breakfast. Once you were finishing it, the doors to your bedroom opened and Feyd-Rautha entered your chamber. For the first time by daylight, without making it a secret. You stood up from the table and approached him with a smile before you threw your hands around his neck.

“My darling,” you greeted him. “I have doubted you for a short while this morning, you know that?”

“Have I not told you that I would not allow my son to be remembered as his heir?” Feyd smiled at you and pulled you closer by your hips – as close as he could with your swollen womb between you two.

“But the lords were right. You do not have to marry me. I can give you a son, he can be your heir. There is no need to wed me,” you pointed out.

“Don’t you want it?” Feyd tilted his head.

“I’m asking do you want it,” you pointed out.

“I wanted to marry you a year ago when you came here, after I lifted up that veil. Why would I change my mind?” He put his hand on your abdomen and caressed it possessively. “You were supposed to be mine. You would have been mine if he hadn’t wanted to spite me.”

“Why do you want me?” You asked. “As a Baron you could have anyone. One of the Imperial Princesses even.”

“You’ve got what it takes, my Lady. You’re stubborn and strong. I’ve claimed you, you are mine,” he insisted.

You cupped his face and caressed his cheeks with your fingertips. It was hard to believe that he was yours now. Your husband. You would no longer dread these words.

“I will be a good wife to you, Feyd-Rautha,” you promised, genuinely. You did not want any games nor conflict. “I want only one thing from you.”

“And what is it?” He squinted his eyes at you, curiously.

“Safety,” you pleaded. “Of me and my family.”

“Your family is now my family,” he nodded and you sighed with relief. “I want a few things from you, too,” he added and you bit on your lower lip.

“What is it?” You asked.

“You will share your chambers with me,” he started and you nodded, “you will give me more heirs,” he added and you smiled at that, “and you will never mention him again,” he finished sternly.

“Never mention who?” You asked softly and leaned in to place a gentle kiss upon his lips. “There is only you and I.”

MASTERLIST

[unsolicited-opinions]

Bro no one hates jews for ethnicity, news are hated for faith.

If you are an atheist "jew", no one gives a shit about you.

Stop pretending to be a victim and trying to appropriate antisemitic struggles.

I'll address these point by point.

Jewish readers, please share your thoughts!

You wrote: "No one hates Jews for ethnicity, [J]ews are hated for faith."

"Hitler...defined the Jews as a race and not a religious community, characterized the effect of a Jewish presence as a “race-tuberculosis of the peoples,” and identified the initial goal of a German government to be discriminatory legislation against Jews."

[Source]

More here

As David Baddiel put it, "I'm an atheist, but that would get me no free passes out of Auschwitz."

The Jews are a people. Judaism is the traditional religion of that people. A Jew who does not engage with that religion does not cease to be a Jew by Jewish definitions OR by antisemitic definitions.

You wrote: "If you are an atheist Jew, nobody gives a shit about you."

First, see above.

Second, you're incorrectly assuming that a Jewish atheist is not engaged with Judaism.

Here's the thing:

Judaism isn't necessarily theistic.

Let's set aside the explicitly non-theistic movement of Humanistic Judaism for a moment (huge topic for another time) and just talk briefly about theism in Judaism.

Most kinds of Judaism, while certainly encouraging faith, do not require it. There are no thought crimes in Judaism, no crucibles of faith, and no requirements that one announce or perform proof of belief for witnesses. Those things are often parts of Christianity and Islam, but in Judaism...not so much.

In Jewish thought, it is not what you believe about metaphysics which lifts you up, ennobles you, improves you, or makes the world a better place. In Judaism, you pursue those things by how you behave.

Sola fide is a Christian concept which Judaism does not share. Judaism is a profoundly existential religion with ethics which are overwhelmingly humanist.

I was raised in Reform and Conservative congregations...and non-theistic/atheistic/humanistic views were very common there.

When I was studying to become Bar Mitzvah, our congregation's Rabbi made crystal clear to me that there was no contradiction between my identity as a Jew and my inability to swallow the idea of an anthropomorphic, sapient, interventionist God who cared at all about petitionary prayer. He felt that wrestling with God was a very Jewish thing to do. He introduced me to Maimonides' apophatic theology. Decades later, I'm still grateful.

Many Jews pray, I believe, not to be heard by God, but so they can hear their own hearts and minds. This is why kavanah is important and why I disliked (and still dislike) prayer-by-rote and rituals performed for the sake of ritual. It's more mindfulness meditation than petitionary prayer.

There's a famous Hasidic story, recorded by philosopher Martin Buber in his "Tales of the Hasidim," about how Judaism views atheism:

The Master teaches that God created everything the world to be appreciated, since everything is here to teach us a lesson.

One clever student asks "What lesson can we learn from atheists? Why did God create them?"

The Master responds "God created atheists teach us the most important lesson of them all- the lesson of true compassion. You see, when an atheist performs an act of charity, visits someone who is sick, helps someone in need, and cares for the world, he is not doing so because of some religious teaching. He does not believe that God commanded him to perform this act. In fact, he does not believe in Goda at all, so his acts are based on an inner sense of morality. And look at the kindness he can bestow upon others simply because he feels it to be right."

"This means," the Master continued "that when someone reaches out to you for help, you should never say 'I pray that God will help you.' Instead for the moment, you should become an atheist, imagine that there is no God who can help, and say 'I will help you."

You wrote: "Stop pretending to be a victim and trying to appropriate antisemtic struggles."

I invite other Jews to advise if I have appropriated anything which is not mine.

Your opinion, though? Your view, as a non-Jew, about what is or isn't Jewish? On what is or is not mine in my heritage? Your claim, framed by your obvious and absolute ignorance of my life, my family's history, Jewish history, Jewish theology, and Jewish philosophy, that I have not experienced antisemitism and am "appropriating?"

I don't have a single fuck to give about any of that, and neither does any other Jew

Still, thank you for the writing prompt. It helps to crystalize my own thinking and provides an opportunity to educate.

[vague-humanoid]

https://www.washingtonpost.com/history/2023/05/10/mlk-malcolm-x-playboy-alex-haley/

Jonathan Eig was deep in the Duke University archives researching his new biography of Martin Luther King Jr. when he made an alarming discovery: King’s harshest and most famous criticism of Malcolm X, in which he accused his fellow civil rights leader of “fiery, demagogic oratory,” appears to have been fabricated.

“I think its historic reverberations are huge,” Eig told The Washington Post. “We’ve been teaching people for decades, for generations, that King had this harsh criticism of Malcolm X, and it’s just not true.”

The quote came from a January 1965 Playboy interview with author Alex Haley, a then-43-year-old Black journalist, and was the longest published interview King ever did. Because of the severity of King’s criticism, it has been repeated countless times, cast as a dividing line between King and Malcolm X. The new revelation “shows that King was much more open-minded about Malcolm than we’ve tended to portray him,” Eig said.

Haley’s legacy has been tarnished by accusations of plagiarism and historical inaccuracy in his most famous book, “Roots,” but this latest finding could open up more of his work to criticism, especially “The Autobiography of Malcolm X: As Told to Alex Haley” — released nine months after Malcolm X’s assassination in 1965.

Malcolm X, a member of the Nation of Islam, had frequently attacked King and his commitment to nonviolence, going so far as to call King a “modern Uncle Tom.” But his criticism often had “strategic purposes,” Eig said.

In acting as “a foil” to King, his message had more value to the media. “King saw value in being a foil to Malcolm sometimes, too. But I think at their core they had a lot in common. They certainly shared a lot of the same goals,” Eig said.

Eig, who previously wrote acclaimed biographies of Muhammad Ali and Lou Gehrig, said he found the fabrication in the course of his standard book research for “King: A Life,” due out May 16. When a subject has given a long interview, he’ll look through the archives of the journalist who conducted it, hoping to find notes or tapes with previously unpublished anecdotes.

He did not find a recording of Haley’s interview with King in the Haley archives at Duke, but he did find what appears to be an unedited transcript of the full interview, likely typed by a secretary straight from a recording, Eig said. Eig provided The Post with a copy of the transcript.

On page 60 of the 84-pagedocument, Haley asks, “Dr. King, would you care to comment upon the articulate former Black Muslim, Malcolm X?”

King responds: “I have met Malcolm X, but circumstances didn’t enable me to talk with him for more than a minute. I totally disagree with many of his political and philosophical views, as I understand them. He is very articulate, as you say. I don’t want to seem to sound as if I feel so self-righteous, or absolutist, that I think I have the only truth, the only way. Maybe he does have some of the answer. But I know that I have so often felt that I wished that he would talk less of violence, because I don’t think that violence can solve our problem. And in his litany of expressing the despair of the Negro, without offering a positive, creative approach, I think that he falls into a rut sometimes.”

That is not how King’s response appeared in the published interview. While the top part is nearly identical with the transcript, it ended in Playboy like this: “And in his litany of articulating the despair of the Negro without offering any positive, creative alternative,I feel that Malcolm has done himself and our people a great disservice. Fiery, demagogic oratory in the black ghettos, urging Negroes to arm themselves and prepare to engage in violence, as he has done, can reap nothing but grief.”

Some of the phrases added to King’s answer appear to be taken significantly out of context, while others appear to be fabricated:

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Eig has shared this discovery with a number of King scholars, and the changes “jumped out” to them as “a real fraud,” Eig said. “They’re like, ‘Oh my God, I’ve been teaching that to my students for years,’ and now they have to rethink it,” Eig said.

[nicklloydnow]

“May I be permitted to say a few words? I am an Edinburgh graduate (MA 1975) who studied Persian, Arabic & Islamic History under William Montgomery Watt & Laurence Elwell Sutton, 2 of Britain ‘s great Middle East experts. I later went on to do a PhD at Cambridge & to teach Arabic & Islamic Studies at Newcastle University . Naturally, I am the author of several books & 100s of articles in this field.

I say all that to show that I am well informed in Middle Eastern affairs & that, for that reason, I am shocked & disheartened for a simple reason: there is not & has never been a system of apartheid in Israel. That is not my opinion, that is fact that can be tested against reality should anyone choose to visit Israel.

Let me spell this out, since I have the impression that many students are absolutely clueless in matters concerning Israel, & that they are, in all likelihood, the victims of extremely biased propaganda coming from the anti-Israel lobby.

Hating Israel

Being anti-Israel is not in itself objectionable. But I’m not talking about ordinary criticism of Israel . I’m speaking of a hatred that permits itself no boundaries in the lies & myths it pours out. Thus, Israel is repeatedly referred to as a “Nazi” state. In what sense is this true, even as a metaphor? Where are the Israeli concentration camps? The einzatsgruppen? The SS? The Nuremberg Laws?

None of these things nor anything remotely resembling them exists in Israel, precisely because the Jews, more than anyone on earth, understand what Nazism stood for. It is claimed that there has been an Israeli Holocaust in Gaza (or elsewhere). Where? When?

No honest historian would treat that claim with anything but the contempt. But calling Jews Nazis and saying they have committed a Holocaust is a way to subvert historical fact. Likewise apartheid.

No Apartheid

For apartheid to exist, there would have to be a situation that closely resembled how things were in South Africa under the apartheid regime. Unfortunately for those who believe this, a day in any part of Israel would be enough to show how ridiculous this is.

The most obvious focus for apartheid would be the country’s 20% Arab population. Under Israeli law, Arab Israelis have exactly the same rights as Jews or anyone else; Muslims have the same rights as Jews or Christians; Baha’is, severely persecuted in Iran, flourish in Israel, where they have their world center; Ahmadi Muslims, severely persecuted in Pakistan & elsewhere, are kept safe by Israel; or anyone else; the holy places of all religions are protected by Israeli law.

Free Arab Israelis

Arabs form 20% of the university population (an exact echo of their percentage in the general population). In Iran , the Bahai’s (the largest religious minority) are forbidden to study in any university or to run their own universities: why aren’t your members boycotting Iran ?

Arabs in Israel can go anywhere they want, unlike blacks in apartheid South Africa. They use public transport, they eat in restaurants, they go to swimming pools, they use libraries, they go to cinemas alongside Jews — something no blacks were able to do in South Africa.

Israeli hospitals not only treat Jews & Arabs, they also treat Palestinians from Gaza or the West Bank. On the same wards, in the same operating theatres.

Women’s Rights

In Israel, women have the same rights as men: there is no gender apartheid. Gay men & women face no restrictions, and Palestinian gays oftn escape into Israel, knowing they may be killed at home.

It seems bizarre to me that LGBT groups call for a boycott of Israel & say nothing about countries like Iran, where gay men are hanged or stoned to death. That illustrates a mindset that beggars belief.

Intelligent students thinking it’s better to be silent about regimes that kill gay people, but good to condemn the only country in the Middle East that rescues and protects gay people. Is that supposed to be a sick joke?

(…)

I do not object to well-documented criticism of Israel. I do object when supposedly intelligent people single the Jewish state out above states that are horrific in their treatment of their populations.

(…)

Israeli citizens, Jews & Arabs alike, do not rebel (though they are free to protest). Yet Edinburgh students mount no demonstrations & call for no boycotts against Libya , Bahrain , Saudi Arabia , Yemen , & Iran. They prefer to make false accusations against one of the world’s freest countries, the only country in the Middle East that has taken in Darfur refugees, the only country in the ME that gives refuge to gay men & women, the only country in the ME that protects the Bahai’s…. Need I go on?

(…)

Your generation has a duty to ensure that the perennial racism of anti-Semitism never sets down roots among you. Today, however, there are clear signs that it has done so and is putting down more.”

[bangladeshiqueermuslims]

Statement Condemning the Tragic Murder of Imam Muhsin Hendricks

It is with profound sorrow and outrage that we condemn the brutal murder of Imam Muhsin Hendricks, a courageous queer religious scholar and advocate for inclusivity and justice. In Bangladesh and elsewhere, religious zealots, Islamofascists, and Islamists are supporting the murder of Muhsin Hendricks and justifying the killing of queer Muslims. This heinous act is a grave injustice, an affront to the principles of Islam, and a stain upon humanity.

Islam is a religion of peace, love, mercy, and justice. It teaches us to stand by the oppressed and marginalized and to oppose oppression and injustice. The taking of an innocent life is one of the gravest sins in the sight of Allah. The Qur'an unequivocally states:

"Whoever kills a soul unless for a soul or for corruption [done] in the land—it is as if he had slain mankind entirely. And whoever saves one—it is as if he had saved mankind entirely." (Qur'an 5:32)

The Prophet Muhammad (SAW) also warned against such acts of violence, emphasizing the sanctity of life:

"The destruction of the entire world is lighter in the sight of Allah than the unjust killing of a believer." (Sunan an-Nasa’i 3987)

Imam Muhsin dedicated his life to fostering a more compassionate and inclusive understanding of Islam. His scholarship and advocacy sought to bridge divides, uplift marginalized voices, and remind us of the Qur'anic principle:

"There is no compulsion in religion. The right course has become clear from the wrong." (Qur'an 2:256)

To those who falsely claim to act in the name of Islam while committing acts of hatred and violence, we remind them that the Prophet Muhammad (SAW) never sanctioned murder, or harm against those with whom he disagreed. Regarding queer individuals, the Prophet Muhammad (SAW) protected a Mukhannath ( a queer and sexual minority group of early Islamic Arab) from a mob that sought to kill him/her/them. Our Nabi (SAW) exemplified patience, dialogue, and justice.

We call upon religious leaders, governments, & communities worldwide to unequivocally denounce such hate crimes and work towards a world where no person fears for their life due to their identity, beliefs, or advocacy for rights and justice. May those responsible for this crime be held accountable, and may Allah grant Imam Muhsin Hendricks eternal peace and elevate his rank among the righteous.

إِنَّا لِلّهِ وَإِنَّـا إِلَيْهِ رَاجِعونَ

"Indeed, to Allah we belong, and to Him we shall return." (Qur'an 2:156)

We reaffirm our commitment to upholding the true spirit of Islam—one of mercy, justice, and love for all humanity.

[the-perfect-wagnerite-again]

I'm not Jewish, but you'd have to be genuinely stupid not to understand why protecting Israel (and Jews at large) is crucial for maintaining Western global dominance. You and your Jew-hating friends are doing great favors for the Arabs, Russians, Indians, and Chinese. Not to mention the up-and-coming economic powerhouses that are some of the Islamic African states that would likely support a Palestinian state, countries like Niger and Sudan. You claim to be an American conservative???

You and your Jew-hating friends are retarded for letting 4chan brainrot seep so deeply into your brain that you forgot how US dominance came about in the first place. News flash: liberals (even JEWISH liberals! :0) are your friends, maybe stupid friends, but friends nonetheless. The more you treat them like enemies, the more right-wingers are galvanized against our Israeli brothers and sisters, all the more impossible it will be to keep together the Western-led world order that, no doubt, has benefited from the existence of Israel in the world's most crucial region for control of petroleum.

Like, fine, if you really want to, go ahead and be braindead and keep parroting the same antisemitic shit that's been said for decades, centuries. Notice how nothing changes. Buddy, I can guarantee you and your friends have zero understanding of just how inherently Jewish modern Christian culture is. You want to destroy the Jews because..... ? Because some shitty image on 4chan convinced you they ruled the world??

Last two things. First, I can't imagine being such a fearful little piece of shit that I don't recognize that America runs this planet and America gave the Jews every drop of legitimacy that they have today. If it weren't for Americans, Jews would have been annihilated. If it weren't for Americans, Israel would have been destroyed decades ago. It is American foreign policy, and for the benefit of American capitalists, that the State of Israel is upheld. If you can't see that, then you're really just a kid LARPing as a "Kantian."

And if you call yourself a Christian, then I do apologize for using such rude language. I encourage you to approach the teachings of Jesus in their Quaker expression, which, in my opinion, is the true way of Christianity. Maybe it would make you less racist and stupid and open your eyes (and your heart) so you can make/reblog better posts that don't make me want to move to Austria or Finland 'cause I can't believe the new generation of conservatives here are that broken.

I went on anon because I did not want a horde of spasming retards clogging my DMs. I'd be happy to argue if you want. Ok bye.

I want you to think about the disparity between the effort this probably took you to write and the effort it took me to read. All you seem to be saying is "Israel is good for globo-homo so if you care about that you should love Jews."

>the teachings of Jesus in their Quaker expression is the "true" way of Christianity

lmao opinion discarded

[repentingxnafs]

❝ We always complain that we are not able to fulfil our Islamic duties because we have work. People before used to work in their farms or markets from Fajr until Maghrib. Nevertheless, they still made جihāد, and they still made Qiyam, read Qur'ān, memorised it and they learned.

Allah put barakah in their time because they had true intentions. Have Taqwā and Allāh will teach you. Allāh will provide knowledge for you. ❞

—Imām Anwar al-Awlaki تقبله الله

[revivefromtheashes]

We have seen what America really thinks about “traditional biblical teachings” and “Christian values” based on the response to Bishop Mariann Edgar Budde speaking truthfully, biblically, and faithfully about the love and mercy of God.

There’s a lot to unpack (politically and religiously) from the last few days. I have chosen to address two issues here: deportation and gender.

Ezekiel tells us that Sodom was destroyed due to her arrogance, gluttony, wastefulness, and being inhospitable to the stranger. [Side note: there is no mention of homosexuality as the reason for destruction.] Referencing Exodus and the story of Lot, the inhabitants of Sodom were inhospitable to two foreigners passing through their city. They were God’s angels. This was a test. They broke the “desert code of hospitality,” which is to give a stranger shelter, food, and safety when passing through your gates. This included potential enemies. Because of Sodom’s sins, God destroyed the city.

Philip was the first missionary and the first to be titled an “evangelist” in the Bible. He encountered an Ethiopian eunuch on the road to Gaza. God sent him there. [Side note: eunuchs in the Bible are neither fully male or fully female. They are outcasts in society and ostracized. Jesus speaks of them in Matthew, stating that some are born this way, some are made this way, and some choose to be this way. Meaning, some are literally born neither male nor female, some are made that way (like as punishment for a crime or because they’re showing they’re “loyal to the royals”), and some choose to be that way (like monks, priests, nuns, or celibacy, preference, health, etc.)]. The eunuch asks about scripture (reading a scroll of parts of the book of Isaiah) and what the writer means. Philip shares the good news of Jesus. The eunuch is saved. They travel the road together and come upon some water. The eunuch asks what is to keep him from being baptized right now? Philip says let’s go and baptizes the eunuch. When they come out of the water, Philip is suddenly raptured by God. The only time this occurs is when there is a higher purpose for the person or they have done so good they get a ticket to Heaven pronto (like with Elijah and his role in the End Times or Enoch because he pleased the Lord - other examples would be Paul, Jesus, etc.). Obviously, Philip did something right. [I would also like to add here that Christianity is the only monotheistic tradition that truly assigns gender to the divine. Judaism and Islam view God as genderless and regard assigning trivial human attributes like gender to God as a sin.] It’s about loving them like God does. Period. An important note here is that the eunuch changed nothing. They were authentically themselves, and they were accepted and received salvation just as any other. Philip didn’t ask questions, he didn’t judge, he didn’t take exception, he didn’t make excuses, he just said yes, you too! This is what Christianity is supposed to look like!

Bishop Budde preached and prayed from the Bible. Everything she pleaded for can be supported by scripture. If you want those verses message me. She spoke Jesus’ words to 47. If any Christian has a problem with that or doesn’t side with Christ then there seems to be a conflict between true faith and bad politics.

Additionally, for 25 years Matthew Shepard had no permanent resting place due to concerns his grave would be vandalized. Reverend Budde learned of this and invited the Shepards to inter him inside the Washington National Cathedral. She co-officiated the service which stated Matthew was now and forever home in the church where he was loved.

I’m not looking to fight. I’m stating facts and where I’m at. If this isn’t where you’re at, either get there with me or see yourself off my page! I’m so exhausted by the hate and the justification of it. There’s no place for it here!

Will you care when it’s me they’re after?

[girlactionfigure]

intifada washing

WHITEWASH (verb)

deliberately attempt to conceal unpleasant or incriminating facts about (someone or something). (Oxford Dictionary)

DOGWHISTLE (noun)

an expression or statement that has a secondary meaning intended to be understood only by a particular group of people. (Merriam-Webster Dictionary)

PLAUSIBLE DENIABILITY 

anything illegal or unethical that can be explained away under an innocent and probable guise [whether] true or otherwise. (Law Dictionary)

These calls for an intifada are not metaphorical. This is an explicit call to violence. The red upside down triangle emoji is what Hamas uses in livestreams before they hit their (human) target. 

WHAT WERE THE INTIFADAS?

The word intifada comes from an Arabic word meaning “to shake off,” but it’s a term used for violent uprisings or rebellions. It was first used in the 1950s to describe the Iraqi Intifada, a series of violent protests to overthrow the Hashemite dynasty. 

In the Israeli-Palestinian context, there have been two intifadas, which were campaigns of bombings, suicide bombings, stabbings, car-ramming, lynchings, and stone-throwing, primarily directed at civilians. It’s worth noting that the stones in question here weren’t small pebbles, but rather, large stones that killed people. 

Some apologists claim that an intifada doesn’t necessarily describe a violent campaign because the word simply comes from the term for “shake off.” But this is a completely disingenuous argument, like claiming “Mein Kampf” simply means “my struggle” or “sieg hiel” simply means “hail victory.” 

Objectively, the intifadas deteriorated the living conditions of Palestinians. It was in response to the intifadas that Israel enacted checkpoints and constructed the West Bank wall. Thousands of Palestinians were killed in the intifadas, both in retaliatory IDF attacks and by fellow Palestinians on the charge of being collaborators. If history teaches us anything, there is no strategic reason to call for an intifada. An intifada won’t destroy Israel or free Palestine; it will provoke Israel to tighten restrictions. The only reason to call for an intifada is if one wishes for Israelis to be murdered. The only reason to call for a global intifada is if one wishes for Jews to be murdered. 

ARE THE PROTESTORS CALLING FOR AN INTIFADA CALLING FOR VIOLENCE?

Unequivocally, yes. While every person in attendance surely doesn’t understand what they are calling for, the organizers of the protests — those leading the chants and encouraging people to follow — very much know. In fact, they themselves have ties to groups that slaughtered innocents in the last intifadas.

Virtually all “pro-Palestine” protests in the United States are organized by groups such as Within Our Lifetime, Students for Justice in Palestine, and Samidoun. 

Samidoun has ties to the internationally-recognized terrorist group the Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine, has an office in Tehran, and is banned as a terrorist organization in Germany. The PFLP participated in both intifadas, killing scores of innocents, such as Dror Forer and Aran Bachar in 1993 (First Intifada) and three teenagers in the Karnei Shomron Mall suicide bombing in 2002 (Second Intifada). 

Within Our Lifetime and Students for Justice in Palestine both openly support Hamas, other Islamic Republic proxies, and the October 7 massacre. SJP’s founder, Hatem Bazian, is also the co-founder of American Muslims for Palestine, an organization formed by former members of the HolyLand Foundation, KindHearts, and the Islamic Association of Palestine, all of which were disbanded after its members were convicted of transferring material support to Hamas. 

Hamas took responsibility for two suicide bombings during the First Intifada and at least 54 suicide bombings during the Second Intifada. 

To them — to the people leading these protests — the intifadas have always been synonymous with violence against civilians. In deed and in action, they are showing us that another intifada would be no different. 

IS CALLING FOR AN INTIFADA ANTISEMITIC?

In this context, yes. Firstly, you have to understand that just about half of the world’s Jews live in Israel. In all Palestinian intifadas, all Israeli civilians were not only considered fair targets, but were in fact the preferred targets. If you believe every single Israeli is a fair target, then what you believe is that half of the world’s Jews are a fair target. That is no less genocidal than believing all of the world’s Jews are a fair target. Not even Hitler killed half of the world’s Jews; a third of the world’s Jews were murdered in the Holocaust.

It’s simply disingenuous to divorce calls for a Palestinian intifada from antisemitism. While Israelis of all backgrounds were killed at the hands of Palestinian terrorists in the intifadas, the terrorists sought Jewish areas, not, say, Druze villages. 

During the intifadas, Palestinian leaders mobilized their population with explicitly antisemitic rhetoric, drawing from unfavorable Hadiths about Jews, the Protocols of the Elders of Zion, and even Mein Kampf. Both political and religious leaders delivered speeches and sermons rife with antisemitism. There is absolutely no reason to believe another intifada would be any different; the October 7 terrorists also mobilized with antisemitic rhetoric (“Mom, I killed ten Jews!” one of the October 7 terrorists said excitedly in a phone call to his mother). 

As far as the rhetoric prompting Palestinians to take up arms against Israel, nothing much has changed. In May 2021, for example, senior Hamas official Fathi Hammad went on the Hamas-run Al Aqsa TV channel and asked Palestinians in Jerusalem to “cut off the heads of the Jews.”

This is Izz al-Din Shuheil al-Masri of Hamas, who, in 2001, during the Second Intifada, carried out a suicide bombing at a Sbarro pizzeria in Jerusalem, killing 16. 

Al-Masri, like other Palestinian suicide bombers, recorded a video before his attack, where you see him holding a Quran, as he, like others like him, justified his attack by pointing to Muhammad’s struggle against the Jews in the seventh century. 

According to suicidologist Adam Czabański, Palestinian suicide bombers during the intifadas were predominantly motivated by the concept of an Islamic “holy war” against the Jewish state. In other words, they saw this as a matter of Muslims versus Jews. 

DESENSITIZING THE PUBLIC 

Maybe when you call for an intifada, you do not believe that you are calling for violence. Maybe you don’t believe that you are calling for the murder of Jews. Maybe your friends don’t either. But the thing is that it doesn’t matter. This is much bigger than you and your friends. You are getting swept up into a movement headed by groups with nefarious intentions.They are duping you, because they know you, like any decent person, want to stand on the side of justice.

No matter the state of antisemitism in the west eight months ago, you couldn’t just walk into a university quad and start openly screaming about killing Jews, because thousands of students wouldn’t join you that way. You start by desensitizing people to antisemitic rhetoric, through the use of dogwhistles and by relying on plausible deniability. This desensitization of antisemitic rhetoric leads to the eventual desensitization of antisemitic violence. This is how propaganda works, how dangerous people draw gullible people into their movements.

Consider that it took nearly six years from the Nazis’ rise to power for them to carry out their first antisemitic pogrom in 1938, euphemistically known as Kristallnacht, or “the night of the broken glass.” Despite the increasingly oppressive antisemitic policies in Nazi Germany, and the blatant antisemitic rhetoric and propaganda of its leaders, after Kristallnacht, the majority of the German public — and even some Nazi leaders! — expressed their disapproval of the violence, so much so that the regime ordered the press to downplay it. And yet, less than a decade later, by 1945, Nazi Germany had managed to exterminate six million Jews to little protest from the population. The desensitization happened incrementally. (I am not saying the Holocaust will happen again, so please don’t put words in my mouth. I am illustrating how people are desensitized to antisemitic violence). 

ON THE IMPORTANCE OF LANGUAGE 

Over the past decade, our society has taken great care to clean up its language, more than ever before. There are so many terms we’ve stopped using because they come from problematic histories and have been deemed harmful for a marginalized population. We’ve discussed microaggressions and political dogwhistles. We’ve talked about impact over intent. 

Yet somehow we are meant to believe that when crowds of thousands led by groups with intimate ties to those with Jewish blood on their hands call for an intifada, something that, certainly in the Israeli-Palestinian conflict, has only ever been a bloodbath, fueled by antisemitic rhetoric and incitement, we are meant to just trust that these people are not calling for violence against Jews? Please. How gullible do you think we are? Why do you continue to gaslight us?

When calls for an intifada are coupled with images of the inverted red triangle, a Hamas marker of violence, are we meant to believe that this doesn’t really imply violence against Jews? When you chant “there is only one solution, intifada revolution,” are we meant to ignore that this alludes to the Final Solution? That the chant explicitly rejects a two or a one-state solution in favor of violence against Israeli civilians, the majority of whom are Jews? When you scream for a global intifada, are we simply meant to ignore that the Islamic Republic’s terror network slaughters Jews not only in Israel, but in the diaspora as well? Are we meant to ignore that this rhetoric has correlated with the skyrocketing of violent antisemitic incidents elsewhere around the globe, including murder, kidnapping, synagogue bombings, and rape?

You are asking us to put a whole lot of trust that your violent words don’t actually mean violence just eight months after the single deadliest day for Jews since the end of the Holocaust.