#Un Prophete

[nevermissblog]

Film Department: A Prophet (2009)

Crime Drama Dir: Jacques Audiard

Malik, a 19-year-old Algerian, begins a six-vear prison sentence at a jail divided between Muslims and Corsicans gangs. During prison he's "adopted" by a Corsican crime boss, for whom he begins to perform increasingly violent and dangerous assignments. Over the years, Malik rises in the hierarchy while his loyalties shift. Malik has goodness in him, but his situation forces him to "change". A success story of how a man navigates prison through manipulation, will & intelligence.

[harrison-abbott]

[gayzing-away]

Tahar Rahim in A Prophet (2009)

[addictivecontradiction]

Un prophète, 2009

[wisdomfish]

"When the prophet of the exile questioned the theory that the suffering of a nation is the punishment for its own sins, and explored the theory that the suffering of the servant of God serves all nations, the history of mankind received a new character."

Paul Tillich

[the-worst-gayest-clown-ever]

I think being religious sounds kind of cool. Imagine how nice it would be to believe that when you die I really nice dude would be waiting to take care of you for the rest of forever as long as you were nice and went to the right building once a week.

[andrewtheprophet]

UN Prepares for Nuclear War: Revelation 16

UN nuclear watchdog chief says he may head to Iran soon as Trump return looms By REUTERSNOVEMBER 6, 2024 17:22 UN nuclear watchdog chief Rafael Grossi said on Wednesday he might head to Iran in the coming days to discuss its disputed atomic program and that he expected to work cooperatively with US President-elect Donald Trump. Grossi had previously said he hoped to go to Tehran ahead of the…

[townpostin]

Eid Milad-un-Nabi Procession Unites Jamshedpur Muslim Devotees Despite Rain

Thousands Brave Downpour for Prophet Muhammad’s Birthday March Key Points: • Massive procession marks Prophet Muhammad’s birthday • Event showcases unity amid heavy rainfall in Jamshedpur • State Minority Commission chair calls for peace, harmony JAMSHEDPUR – A grand procession celebrating Prophet Muhammad’s birthday united Jamshedpur’s Muslim community, defying heavy rains on Monday. The…

[lyricsolution-com]

Eid-e-Milad-Un-Nabi 2024: When And How It Will Be Celebrated This Year | Culture News

Eid-e-Milad-Un-Nabi 2024 will be celebrated from the evening of September 15 to the evening of September 16. This day marks the birth and passing of Prophet Muhammad. Eid-e-Milad-Un-Nabi, also called Eid-e-Milad, is a significant event in Islam that honors the birth and passing of Prophet Muhammad. It is observed in the third month of the Islamic calendar, Rabi’ al-awwal, and is celebrated with…

[harrison-abbott]

[childsafefoundation]

🌙🌟 On this Eid Milad un Nabi, let's reflect on the teachings of Prophet Muhammad, which continue to inspire love and compassion. Share your thoughts and stories on our Tumblr blog, and let's celebrate unity and harmony. Eid Mubarak! 🙏

[bookwormjust]

Suprising Theodore Nott (your boyfriend) with your skill in his native language, Italian

It's a quiet afternoon in the Slytherin common room, sunlight streaming through the tall, narrow windows. Theodore is sitting beside you on the green velvet couch, one hand idly tracing patterns on your leg while the other flips through a book. The room is calm, a few of his friends lounging around nearby, but none of them are really paying attention to you two. Draco is reading the Daily Prophet, Mattheo is deep in conversation with Lorenzo about something that sounds like mischief.

You glance up at Theodore, his sharp features softened by the warm light, and a small smile tugs at your lips. You've been practicing for this moment all week, and now feels like the perfect time.

With a deep breath, you lean toward him, your voice gentle as you ask, “Theo... che cosa stai leggendo?” (Theo, what are you reading?)

He freezes for a second, surprised, before his eyes widen slightly in delight. His gaze shifts from the book to you, a proud smirk appearing on his lips. “Che cosa ho sentito?” he murmurs, a teasing note in his voice. (What did I just hear?)

You feel a little shy under his intense gaze, but you press on. “Ho detto... che cosa stai leggendo?” you repeat, your accent not perfect, but you manage well enough. (I said... what are you reading?)

He laughs softly, the sound low and warm, before leaning in a little closer to you. “Sto leggendo un vecchio libro sulla magia antica.” (I’m reading an old book on ancient magic.) His fingers continue their lazy movements on your leg, but now there's a glint of pride in his eyes. “Sei stata fantastica, amore,” he adds quietly, his voice full of admiration. (You were amazing, love.)

You bite your lip, a little embarrassed but mostly pleased that he noticed how hard you’ve been trying. You glance around quickly—none of his friends seem to be paying attention, too absorbed in their own conversations. You lean into him, whispering, “Volevo sorprenderti.” (I wanted to surprise you.)

Theodore chuckles, his hand slipping up to cup your cheek. “E ci sei riuscita,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing against your skin. (And you succeeded.)

Feeling more confident now, you decide to keep going, asking, “Ti piace che sto imparando?” (Do you like that I’m learning?)

He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment before he pulls back to look into your eyes. “Mi rende così orgoglioso di te,” he says softly, his voice thick with affection. (It makes me so proud of you.) He leans in closer, his lips brushing your ear as he adds, “Non c'è nessuno che preferirei insegnare.” (There’s no one I’d rather teach.)

Your heart flutters at his words, the warmth in his voice sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. You lean your head on his shoulder, feeling content and proud of yourself. “Grazie, Theo,” you say quietly. (Thank you, Theo.)

He smiles down at you, his fingers now threading gently through your curls. “Prego, amore mio,” he replies, his voice soft and full of love. (You’re welcome, my love.)

For a moment, it’s just the two of you, your little bubble of Italian secret conversations and soft touches. None of his friends can understand what you’re saying, and that only makes it more special. Theodore’s gaze stays fixed on you, pride and admiration clear in his eyes. He tilts your chin up gently, pressing a tender kiss to your lips before murmuring, “Sei perfetta.” (You’re perfect.)

You can’t help but smile, your heart swelling at the sound of his praise. “Solo perché ho un bravo insegnante,” you tease, your voice playful. (Only because I have a good teacher.)

He chuckles, his hand resting on the back of your neck as he pulls you closer. “Allora dobbiamo continuare le lezioni,” he whispers, his lips brushing against your temple. (Then we must continue the lessons.)

You laugh softly, nodding as you settle into his arms. “Sì, voglio imparare di più,” you whisper back. (Yes, I want to learn more.)

He grins, clearly pleased, and presses another kiss to your forehead. “Bene,” he whispers. (Good.) And as the day stretches on, you stay wrapped up in each other, speaking softly in a language that only the two of you can share.

[abernafhy]

top winternathy moments in the book

1.

"What do you think?" said Cloke. "You think these people are running some kind of a scout troop down there? Are you kidding? These are real guys. Doing real shit."

For one horrible instant I thought that Francis was going to laugh aloud but somehow he managed to turn it into a theatrical battery of coughs, hiding his face behind his hand. With barely a glance Henry slapped him, hard, on the back.

2.

Henry and Francis were further out: Francis talking, gesticulating wildly in his white robe and Henry with his hands clasped behind his back, Satan listening patiently to the rantings of some desert prophet.

3.

"Well, I know what I'm going to do," said Francis. He stood up unsteadily and pulled with his forefinger at his collar. Startled, I looked at him, and he laughed at my surprise.

"I want to sleep," he said, with a melodramatic roll of his eye, "'dormir plutot queue vivre'!"

"'Dans un sommeil aussi doux que la mort...'" said Henry with a smile.

"Jesus, Henry, you know everything," said Francis, "you make me sick."

4.

"Tell him I'm in the bath."

"He's in the bath," I said.

"He is not in the bath," said Henry. "He is standing in the room with you. I can hear him."

5.

Francis started from his morose silence. "Are you leaving now?" he asked Julian anxiously. "Do you want me to drive you?"

This was a blatant attempt at escape. Henry's nostrils flared, not so much in anger as in a kind of exasperated amusement: he gave Francis a dirty look, but then Julian, who was gazing into the distance and quite unaware of the drama which hinged on his reply, shook his head.

[imperial-evolution]

LOSING MY MIND! New music from The Haunt within HOURS of my posting this

Man, it's a great year for music for me, specifically