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0alanasworld0 · 2 years ago

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Dedication (Hakim Ziyech x reader) *request

Request: "Hakim Ziyech X wife!reader where everyone just loves them together and he dedicates his goal at the WC to her..."

Pt2 - Perseverance

Warnings: none

Hakim had no intentions of returning to the Moroccan national team. He loved his country and teammates with all his heart but couldn’t bear the risk of being so poorly treated as he once was. After everything he gave up the last time: his money, his time, his own wellbeing and all for Halilhodžić to treat him as a scapegoat for the losses. He never caught a break, not during the training in the build-up to the 2018 tournament nor during the world cup itself. It was hell and he had much less distressing means of making a living.

He had to admit, there were moments where he felt drawn to return again. When he saw Zakaria score his first ever goal for Morocco during a friendly. When he saw little Ounahi come out of his shell and use the very tricks he had shown him. He could feel goosebumps on the comfort of his home couch when he saw the Moroccan crowd chant his name, hoping and praying for his return. Thousands of miles away, he could still feel it. And he would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t want to come back.

You always made an effort to hide your phone whenever you checked in on those games. He would tell you he didn’t mind but you knew that his national team was a soft spot for him. It broke his heart to leave, albeit with very good reasons, and the last thing you wanted to do was remind him of what he was missing. However, you weren’t always successful in this regard. You were cuddling together as you scrolled through tiktok and this was something you couldn’t control. Hakim happened to be looking over your shoulder for that one tiktok. A short clip of the chanting, followed by the commentary of some annoying armchair analyst about the goings on. He bit his lip, looking down.

“I’m so sorry, my love I-”

“No no, don’t apologise! I’m fine, I swear!” he reassures you, giving you a tight hug and kissing your cheek. He continues to sit for a few minutes before opting to get a glass of water. He stayed there for a second to gather his thoughts, mind wandering to his team again. How are they all? Are they taking breaks between sessions? Are they being treated well? Did they celebrate after yesterday’s win? His thoughts are all over the place but he pushes it all aside. It's a rare rest day and he intends on spending every minute of every hour with you in his arms.

The national team fiasco leaves his mind soon after returning to you as you watch some of your favourite videos together.

He’s sleeping soundly, an arm draped around your waist as his head lays in the crook of your neck. The peaceful moment is interrupted by his phone vibrating on the bedside table. You shift and groan in confusion and he kisses your neck, lulling you to sleep once more as he grabs his phone. Which idiot is calling him this late? What stupid situation has Mason got himself into this time?

He’s utterly baffled by the name displayed on the screen. They talk all the time but the timing is utterly bizarre.

“Yassine, my friend. You’re treading on very thin ice.” hakim grumbles, looking back over at you to make sure you’re still asleep.

“Well thank Allah that I'm thousands of miles away (!)” Hakim pinches the bridge of his nose, Yassine is undeniably a wonderful friend but this is unusual behaviour from him and Hakim doesn’t like it.

“Great conversation. I look forward to our next 3am rambling session, bye now-”

“Wait no hold on. Look, I overheard a little conversation the coach was having with the governing body…”

“The ice is cracking, Yassine.”

“Okay okay look, I think he’s about to be replaced. Yesterday’s match may have gone well but they seem to think he’s not the right person for the job in the long-term.”

“It took those geniuses long enough to figure that one out.”

“You’re telling me. You should have seen coach yell at Abde after the match for joining that chant.”

“I’m assuming you yelled back?”

“Naturally.”

“Taking after me then? At this rate, you’re all going to be kicked off.”

“With that amoeba in charge, we’ve all been considering it anyway. BUT if there’s a new coach…”

“You all stand a much better chance!”

“Yeah I was hoping the ‘you’ could change to a ‘we’”

“Yassine, I can’t”

“You said you loved this team and coach was standing in the way last time. You were right to leave and we all understand that completely. What's stopping you with a new coach? We all still adore you, y’know?”

“Look, we don’t even know if this is real yet! I don’t want to get our hopes up.”

“Well when the news does come out, know that the offer is going to be on the table. We need you, Hakim. Tell me that you’ll think about it, at least.”

“IF the news is real, I’ll consider it.” Hakim can almost hear Yassine smile at that but furrows his eyebrows. He thinks he can hear some mumbling in the background.

“Yassine, are there people with you- wait Yousef?”

“Okay good talk, man. See you soon! Give the missus our my salam!” the dial tone sounds, indicating that Yassine has hung up the call and had put him on speaker for the rest of the team who were almost certainly sitting right there with him. A small smile makes its way onto his face at the thought of his own team anticipating his return. He turns to look at you, your mouth slightly twitching into a smile and eyes fluttering as you struggle to feign sleep.

“I know you’re awake, my love.” He whispers, smile widening as he tickles you. You shriek with laughter, moving onto your back as he moves to lay by your side, elbow propped up with his head resting on his hand. He can see the excitement in your eyes, not necessarily for yourself but you know that his mind wanders to question his decision. Could he have handled it? The answer was no and he did the right thing for himself but a new opportunity now hangs in the air, one that could return him to his beloved team again.

“It might not even be real, I don't want to get our hopes up.”

“You’re right but it doesn’t hurt to consider the outcomes, no?”

“I suppose…” He sees you struggling to keep your eyes open and smiles softly. Whatever happens, at least he has his beautiful wife there with him. You were with him when he quit the team, holding him as he stressed about whether he was making a huge mistake. You were his rock throughout those first few months after the news broke out. When some old fans turned on him for a perceived lack of loyalty, when his ex “coach” was mouthing off about him to the press, when he cried at the idea of his teammates being resentful of the decision. He’s so happy he married you. You were his oasis amongst all the stresses of his career.

“We should probably sleep, my love.” You hum softly in agreement.

He lays on his back and carefully rolls you over so that you lay your head on his chest. His eyes fluttering to a close. Hopefully this time, the sleep will be without interruptions.

“I gave Walid your number by the way.”

“Of course you did, Nayef. I expect no less from any of you.” Hakim sighs. He pretends to be annoyed but secretly, everytime one of them indicates a desire for his return, he’s a step closer to booking a flight, walking into the stadium and training with everyone like nothing happened. But he holds off and waits. doubts still race through his mind and the memories of the last experience serve to continue his hesitancy.

Hours later, Walid Regragui himself has texted Hakim and organised a Zoom meeting to discuss future plans.

He genuinely doesn’t know what to think. Would the governing body just pick a Halilhodžić 2.0? For all he knows, this could all just be history repeating itself

Hakim takes a deep breath, mumbling a prayer before entering the call. He’s met with a very friendly looking face with a beaming smile, already promising…

“Ah, Hakim! What an honour to meet you!” Hakim smiles at that, he feels good about this.

“Likewise! The team has said many good things about you already!”

“I’m glad to hear that, it's a promising team and I have real faith in all of them. Listen, I’m not going to beat around the bush with this. We need you on the team.”

Everyone’s prayers have been answered. Hakim makes his reappearance during one of the final qualifier matches, having trained with the team since mid-August. It was a huge relief for everyone to see him again and his friends were ecstatic to have their team feel complete after so long. The crowd went wild at his entrance. Of course they had known for a while now but seeing him in the flesh was a different experience. The electricity of the crowd only served to energise the team and allowed for a picture perfect victory. Hakim is ecstatic and the first thing he wants is to celebrate with you so he turns to forming a heart with his hands towards you. your friends are cheering as they tease you a little bit. you blush at the gesture and return it as the crowd cheer for the pair of you.

This was definitely the right decision.

He’s pacing around the hotel room.

“Anything could happen, habibi. Imagine if we lost to Canada!” The pacing clearly isn’t helping his mind when you stand, placing a hand on his back and guiding him to sit down on the bed. You gently turn his head so he’s looking at you and kiss him softly. He immediately relaxes as he cups your cheek with his hand. You pull away for breath but he brings you back in for another shortly after, his other hand moving to wrap around your waist to pull you closer. When he needs to pull away for breath, he keeps his forehead on yours and his eyes stay closed.

“You guys had Croatia on the ropes, Canada is nothing. Yassine said no to them anyway.” He smiles at that but the worry returns once more.

“You see, that's how they trick you! And then you end up losing to Saudi Arabia in your opening match!” you laugh and he furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

“Last I checked, the teams that care about every match as much as you end up doing exactly what's expected. So long as you don’t treat this match like a chance to poke fun at the other side, you’re gonna be okay, inshallah.” he hums in vague agreement.

“Do you think I made the right decision in coming back?”

“My love, I haven't seen you so happy playing football in a long time. This team clearly makes you happy and that's enough for me.”

“I thought I was supposed to be the one with the words.” so gently smack his arm at that. You have a good feeling about the upcoming days and that's all you can really say.

The hours have finally passed, after spending your time exploring the streets of Qatar, buying some gifts for family on the way while Hakim has his final training sessions with the team, you and hakim;s mother manage to find your seats in the stadium. You’re slightly concerned and hope that his worries in the morning have dissipated. Your seat is fairly close to the barrier so you can discern some faces, smiling widely as you see your husband in his starting position, focussed as ever.

It's a couple of minutes into the match and the Moroccan attack is already decimating the Canadian defence. The ball is passed to Hakim who performs one of his signature crosses and makes an extremely risky attempt. The angle is tight and the goalkeeper appears to be moving in the right direction. You’re frozen in place as you keep your eye on the ball.

Your reaction is delayed until you hear the crowd explode into cheers, chanting Hakim’s name just as they did upon begging for his return. You manage to make eye contact with him as tears begin to form and you blow him a kiss, the people around you are baffled by the weirdly intimate gesture. It all becomes clear as the giant monitors display the cameras which are all focussed on one player. Hakim makes eye contact with you to the best of his ability as he kisses his wedding ring and forms a heart with his hands. Hakim’s mother nudges your shoulder teasingly as you hide your face in your hands while the crowd relish a short glimpse into your love for each other. He can't hold in his excitement. And to think that without your reassurance and encouragement, he may not have even come.

Once the final whistle is finally blown, the players are all immediately rushing to their families. Morocco have finally made it to the knockout stages, all while topping group F.

Hakim can't wait until everyone has left, as he’s bursting with excitement. So, he jumps the barrier, making a beeline to hug his mum and then you in the tightest, most comfortable embrace. the crowd erupting into cheers at the sweetness of it all. Neither of you care about the cameras that have managed to capture the moment of intimacy you both shared. It's nothing unusual for the two of you from the glimpses Hakim shares into your relationship online. Its very clear that the two of you are made for each other. You feel your shoulder is slightly damp as the pair of you soak in the glorious moment.

“Everything okay, my love?” you whisper, a hand rubbing circles on his back.

“Just glad that I'm back.” you both laugh quietly, you can vaguely hear his friends whoop and cheer from the field and you swear you can hear Yassine thanking you for joining in with the pestering and you roll your eyes playfully. He reluctantly lets go, pressing a kiss to your cheek before making his way back to the bunker.

The journey back home in the taxi is in a comfortable silence, the smiles haven’t left your faces. Your hands are intertwined and your head is resting on his shoulder.

The second you open the door to the hotel room, he kicks his shoes off and flops onto the bed dramatically. You snicker at his antics as you open the suitcases, looking for a shirt to sleep in. As you retrieve it, you look up to notice that hakim has already curled up under the blankets, scrolling through his phone at the edits he can't wait to show you. You quickly change as you jump in with him. His arms are immediately wrapped around your body, pulling you flush against him.

"People are quick with these huh?" you say, dumbfounded as you go through edit after edit. people have found and stitched old videos of you together, interviews, voiceovers from things he's said, photos from his instagram and you honestly commend the effort. Even you had forgotten about some of these, slightly embarrassed at how obvious the two of you were making the relationship. You at least remembered why the secret relationship was revealed so quickly.

"To say the least, it's only been a couple of hours!" you laugh as you continue to look through the hashtag people have created for you.

You grow bored of this so you put your phone back on the bedside table and turn to Hakim. You both admire each other for a second, gently tracing the other's features in silent admiration. The look he was giving you had your heart beating quickly, even after all this time. The softness they held made you feel like the luckiest girl in the world. Those edits really aren't that far off on the effect he has on you, as much as you hate to admit.

“Thank you all for pestering me so much about coming back.”

“It's what we’re here to do” you laugh quietly together before calling it a night and falling into a peaceful slumber wrapped in each other's arms.

idk how i feel about this one but i hope you enjoy anyway, my loves xx

#hakim ziyech #hakim ziyech x reader #hakim ziyech imagines #footballer fic #footballer imagine

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pinkbelugacollective · 10 months ago

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Hey so I'm interested in writing for bartkon week, but I like doing frankly excessive research on characters before I try writing them...and honestly I don't really want to read all of SB94, impulse and YJ just to get a handle on what I'm doing, that's a lot even for me. I know some general stuff about the both of them, but not to the point where I'm like "Ah yes, I understand the soul of the matter" So I was wondering if there were like any specific arcs or points of characterization that I could read through to get the dynamic right?

shfkjdsfd ngl, I'm the worst person to ask bc my romance with BartKon didn't even start with BartKon....... it started with Clark/Bart from Smallville 😭😭😭 I'm exceptionally weak for Kryptonian/Speedster romances, but whereas Clark/Bart was the gateway, Bart/Kon is where my heart resides. And I don't ship any other Kryptonians with Speedster. Literally just Clart from Smallville and BartKon from the comics. Just giving you context so you don't think I'm some subject matter expert with a phd in BartKononomics ...... I am just a lady in her thirties who has carboard boxes full of sb/imp/yj singles cuz Clart made her Feel Things when she was a kid and she decided to Do Something about it (aka read comics).

BUT TO YOUR QUESTIONS!

If you want a high level overview of the ship, @radioactive-earthshine's KonBart Manifesto is a great place to start. It has the ship's Best Highlights, and really sums up why there is a small but dedicated fanbase to it. Dedicated enough that I broke my near-ten year cold turkey of mainline DC comics because my main man Bendis put BartKon back on the map while I was living my life blissfully unaware that DC had even hired Bendis to begin with and that the Diamond distro monopoly died. I was shocked. Still am. Two things I never thought would happen in my lifetime.

Now to understand the soul of Bart and Kon.... you're gonna have to look at that things that don't really have Bart and Kon on the same page. Part of the reason why BartKon Speaks to Me is because their relationship progression over the year directly ties back to their individual growth as characters.

So reading material 1: In Impulse, Bart starts off as the speedster equivalent of a feral bobcat, but slowly progresses into an empathetic, understanding, and an overall Good Man. Much of his story deals with the harsh realities of simply growing up different. Running theme of Imp fandom is that Mark Waid created and wrote an autist with ADHD without meaning too, and by Allah he sure did. It's fascinating because Bart harbors both grief and rage due to his predicaments, and the adults in his life are incredibly unkind (even if they are well-meaning), so Impulse has always been, in my understanding, the slice-of-life that really helps Bart to come of age into a Man and a Great Hero. You don't have to read the whole series, but if you can read at least the first twenty or so issues, you'll find yourself rooting for the little man and see how he shines in terms of empathy, understanding, love, and dealing with unresolved rage/grief/loss.

Reading material 2: Superboy is a trick and a half because it deals with issues of child neglect, grooming, the allegory of child star exploitation, and so on and so forth. The BartKon implications are There, but the reason why Superboy is incredibly important is because Superboy as a character is more than just his parentage. Contrary to popular belief, Geoff is NOT the main man in this story. Reading even just the first twenty issues of Superboy will show you Kon was failed by most of the adults in his life, and Superman is NOT his villain. Or the root of his daddy issues. Bro didn't even have a name until much later. If you wanna know who Superboy REALLY was before the Geoffian Era, you can read the first twenty odd issues. If you wanna go earlier, you could read his parts in Reign of the Supermen, just to get an understanding as to why he HAD to be the way he was during this time.

Reading material 3: I do not recommend reading all of YJ 98 for the BartKon bc YJ 98 is hijinks fun. It's GREAT reading for absurdist and comical situations, but only really works with context from Impulse and Superboy to get to the BartKon heart of it all. Not to say YJ 98 wouldn't give you the BartKon goodness, it sure does, but the soul doesn't come together if you don't get how Bart evolved in Impulse and how terribly Kon was treated in Superboy. You can read really anything in YJ to have fun with the group, but if you wanna fast track, you can read the last twenty or so issues and Titans/Young Justice Graduation Day.

Reading material 4: The Geoffian era..... I wouldn't wish Teen Titans 2003 on my worse enemy. Funniest thing is that at the time, I was just starting to watch Smallville. In love with Smallville!Bart already, I embarked on my Superboy journey.... had mixed feelings, so I stuck mostly to the 90's content. Ended up reading impulse a decade later, but long story short.... the Geoffian Era set a Tone and Direction for Bart and Kon that never sit well with me. There IS story there, if you are interested in reading about Daddy Issues, Masculine Identity, and a shit ton of other stuff that really pulled Kon away from his roots and made him more of a Emotionally Tortured Super. If that floats your boat, you may enjoy it. You can read a handful of comics from this era. Just know that in the end, he suffers anyway, just in an ugly ass outfit. The only real bit I'd recommend forreal forreal is when he dies. His whole arc in the Geoffian Era really just tells us he doesn't know how to live and thus he... dies. It's sad bc the writers before him despite having tortured Kon relentlessly, never really made him so...... hopeless.

Reading material 5: Flashpoint.... Bart dies, but I personally did not feel much for him because Bart didn't feel like Bart in the end, but yeah, he kicks it. This is where I pretty much kicked DC to the side too, minus the mistake that was reading RHATO. You can read Kid Flash Lost if you'd like.

Do not read New 52.

Reading material 6:.... my main man Bendis. No you do not have to read all of YJ 2019, but BartKon reunion and then Bart's explication as to WHY he found Kon is all you need. Bendis, despite the hate he gets, actually shows that he has great love for the YJ line. BartKon especially. The bald headed demon proves yet again that he care not for the world, only for his faves, which I'm cool with bc BartKon are me faves.

I know. A lotta reading. Those numbers I gave you.... you can also just read half of what I said kjdhgkhd Googling also helps! I know it's not always feasible to read so many comics, and I'mma be real, the Tone for many may not entice you either. Impulse feels like a slice-of-life to me, but YJ's an absurd shounen, and Superboy is the saddest book you'll ever read that is absolutely hilarious when you can accept that 90's writers just Did Not Care. Geoff hates Bart and Kon. New 52 is not real. Bendis actually loves BartKon a LOT, so you can just read their tidbits and find peace in the fact that Bart Allen, the loneliest fucker in existence, found his Kon El, who is the saddest fucker in existence. Something something, I will find you even if God wants us both dead. And God (editorial) did. I don't know how Bendis pulled the shit that he did, but he put a decades old rarepair back on the map after the Geoffian Reign. And Geoff hates Bart and Kon.

Happy Reading/Googling/Researching!!!!

#bartkon #konbart #bart allen #kon el #dc comics #real talk #superboy #impulse

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coralgreenroses · 1 year ago

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"People are dying."

No. Let me correct that. Your old age family member might die of natural causes or of a medical condition. Your friend may die even in young age.

To use the term "die" is to downplay it.

People are being KILLED. MURDERED. ITS A GENOCIDE.

If this doesn't evoke an emotion in you, let me help you get this into perspective that these are also humans.

These 1000s or even more "numbers" of "dead" people are people like you and me. They might be Christians, Muslims, Atheists or even may have any other belief system.

People like you and me means they too, if they had the chance to live before the genocide they are facing now, must have had a favourite colour, a favourite coffee, someone they loved or had a crush on, a longing to have a family, a longing to explore the world.

People like you and me means, they must have parents whom they would have bought a present for on mothers or fathers day. They must have waited after giving the present to see the reactions on their face, like we do.

People like you and me means, they must have had hopes and dreams for the future. The longing to live in a safe place, to truly live with a loved one. To hear sounds of laughter in their house. To have a life lived well.

People like you and me means, they too, must have wanted to experience the feeling of finding out they are pregnant, after years of sadness.

People like you and me means, some of them might love the rain , or might like it better when it is sunny.

People like you and me means, they are just like you and me. A human. With feelings. Hopes. Dreams. Emotions. Someone who cries when they are sad. Someone that laughs when they are happy. Someone that gets scared when they might have thought someone broke in to their house.

They are all someone's mother, father, friend,husband, wife, big brother, big sister, little sister, little brother, aunt, uncle, grandmother, grandfather, grand grandmother, grand grandfather and the list goes on.

If anyone of you have passed away family members, or even friends, you must know what it feels like.

The moment you come from the funeral to your mothers room, to smell the scent of her, to take some of her clothes in your arms and give it a tight hug, only to realise, she is not coming back. No more "wake up, you are getting late for school" " Hurry up, your friends are here to pick you up for graduation " " I'll be there on the day of your delivery" to " Live well".

The moment you realise your big sister has passed away. No more "Sis, Im going to school" " Sis get me Mcdonalds" "Sis someone bullied me at school" "Sis where are you". The room will sit empty in your house and soon autumn will turn to winter but your heart will never be the same. Grief changes people.

Every single one of them is human.

Never forget them.

They left us all with one word.

Hope. And to keep them in their prayers.

Dont stop the fight. I beg of you.

We are one Ummah.

If one limb of our brothers/sisters bleed, we all bleed.

Ya Allah, Keep us all on the right path and grant Victory to the Palestinian people.

#muslim #islam #islamislove #duaa #islamdaily #life #islamic #sabr #dua #gaza #Palestine #Genocide #humanity #Human #theyarenotnumbers #they are human #P@lestinegenocide

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generallyjl · 1 year ago

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"I am the mother of the martyr, Yumna. I named her with utmost love."

"On the day of the war on 10/7, during her four-month vaccination, I told them, 'She does not want to feel pain. Delay it.'

Yumna had grown to be five months old, and I was happy because I could finally provide her with biscuits, milk, zucchini, carrots, and potatoes.

When the war broke out, I fled with her to different places. I descended from the 11th floor to the staircase, and every time I went down, I found people escaping and I tried to let them take her so If I die, she must live."

"The day she was taken from me was a nightmare. I bathed her, dressed her in white, and combed her hair. I breastfed her and fed her biscuits with milk. I didn't know I was preparing her for death.

This is Yumna, the light of my eyes, the joy of my heart, no matter what I say, it's not enough."

"The fire in my heart will never be extinguished. I slept next to her the day she became a martyr in Al-Shifa Hospital. I told her, 'Now, my dear, you can sleep in a place where I'm not.'

Oh God, reward me for my affliction with goodness. Oh Lord, grant me patience. My daughter is a little martyr.

Allah (SWT) is sufficient for me."

- from Maram Shaqalihi, the mother of Yunma, via Facebook on 20 October 2023. Maram was killed 9 days later.

"Indeed we belong to God, and indeed to God we will return."

May the world always remember and never dare to forgive ourselves.

#Palestine #free palestine #from the river to the sea palestine will be free #from the river to the sea #gaza #gaza genocide #not numbers #names not numbers #save gaza #palestine will be free #may your memory be the destruction of your murderers

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danielle-dna · 1 year ago

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Tell Me Why - 11

Some people believe in God. Whether it may be the Christian one, Allah, Buddha, or any other supernatural entity. They all have one thing in common: they worship their god in their own way.

That afternoon my god became Simon. And I worshipped him good. On my knees, on my back, stomach, with my hands, tongue, or any of the holes mother nature gave me.

I enjoyed it and so did he. After that day, I began to see him almost every other day. Always his flat, always fucking around with my heels on. He said they make me look great.

"So what exactly is your plan here?" he asked. We were laying in his bed, completely naked. Right after a session of rough bedroom yoga.

My legs were tired and my jaw was a little sore from holding it so wide open. Simon was holding me and caressing my hair. I was telling him about my summer plans. "Well after I finished A levels, I suddenly have a criminal amount of free time, besides work of course. So I created a bucket list of all the things I want to achieve."

After a quiet grunt he proceeded to ask me: "And what exactly is on this bucket list of yours?" I blushed and buried my head in his chest. "Just...stuff. You'd think it's stupid anyways." I could feel his muscles tense. Grabbing my hair at the back of my head, he made me look at him. I had to silence down a moan. "What makes you say that?"

So there is the thing about age-gap relationships. Everyone says it doesn't matter, as long as it's legal. But behind closed doors everyone is judging the couple. For us, the age gap was seven years. I was 21, he was 28. Perfectly legal. But...I felt like a child compared to him. Sure, I had a job, education, knew how to pay bills, do taxes and everything a fully functioning member of society would need to know. Still, how in the hell could I compare to and SAS lieutenant? He has probably seen horrors beyond my imagination. How could I talk to him about stupid things like a show that I like or music I listen to?

"I just...don't want you to see me as a child." He let go of my hair and sat up, pulling me on his lap. "Listen close 'here love. You are more mature than most people I've met. I want to get to know you, because I...actually like you, compared to other people. So I want you to tell me every single detail 'bout yourself, no matter how small."

Gently, he pressed a kiss on my collarbone and squeezed my butt. "Okay...I just....didn't want to bore you with my life." This time he gave my butt a good smack.

"What did I just say? Nothing about you is boring." Playfully he lifted me up and gently threw me on the bed. "Look at you. Fuckin' beautiful."

After that I giggled and embraced him. "I want to fill out a full sketchbook, write more, workout, heal my hair, ... heal my heart."

He raised an eyebrow to that. "Who broke your heart, pretty girl?"

"Everyone"

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nightguide · 2 months ago

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IF YOU'RE LEARNING ASTROLOGY (NEW), YOU MADE IT THIS FAR THAT I HAVE YOUR METHODS THOUGHT OUT TRULY WELL AND BELIEVED BUT YOUR MEMORY (OLD OR NOT) STILL HAVE TO KEEP UP THE APPEARANCES WHEN LOOKING AT YOUR LIFE DIFFERENTLY, SO IT'S A HEADS UP ON VOCATIONAL (CONTINUING) MEMBERS THAT ARE AFFECTED MY MEMORY INTUITION (ALZHEIMERS)

SO HERE IS WHERE YOU KNOW ME AS A PERSON (IF YOU KNEW MY TWITTER STATUS)

RISING IS THE SAME AS SUN BUT DIFFERENTIATING IT BY VISIBILITY MAKES THE ENERGY AS COMMON TO WHAT THEY DO BUT THEY DON'T WANT TO..... AND THAT'S WHY YOU SHOULD ALWAYS TRUST ON YOUR ALGORITHM LOGIC WHEN YOU'RE LOOKING FOR A DOCTOR, CUZ IN EVERY SINGLE WAY I AM.

ARIES RISING + LIBRA RISING

ARIES RISING = LEVEL HEADED, FIERY, IMAGINATIVE, HEART-FELT, PASSIONATE PEOPLE YOU'LL NEVER MEET, WHAT EVERYBODY THINKS OF CHAPPELL ROAN, STARGAZERS, THE CUTEST PEOPLE ALIVE, HEARTBROKEN MEN, 80'S MOVIE FORGIVING YOU, THE REASON THE WORLD EXISTS CUZ THEY AMPLIFY THE WORD 'YOU' LIKE THEY INVENTED IT BUT THEY ARE LIKE SAYING IT TO YOU THAT THEY NEVER INVENTED IT (BEING)

LIBRA RISING = HEARTBROKEN BUT NEVER ALONE, SOMEBODY'S BEST FRIEND ENERGY, LEE PACE, GOD BROKE THEM FIRST SO WHY BOTHER TRYING A LITTLE HARDER,GEN-Z'S HUMOUR, RUBY ROSE IF YOU LOOKED AT HER FIRST AND THOUGHT 'SCARY' CUZ SHE IS THE PARTY BUT YOU DON'T KNOW HER THAT WELL FROM PUBLIC GLANCE, (SOMEBODY)

2. TAURUS RISING + SCORPIO RISING

TAURUS RISING = ENIGMATIC, SOCIAL FCK BOI, WONDERMINDS, USB (HARD DRIVE), POWER BANK FOR YOUR DEAD PHONE BUT NEVER FORGETS SHIT ABOUT IT BUT IF YOU SQUARE THEM UP THEN IT'S UR MOM WHO TOLD YOU OFF FOR EXISTING (THEY BESTIES WITH THEM), DONE WITH LIFE BUT DONE. WITH. LIFE. ENERGY, ESFJ, (CONTESTANTS OF THE APPRENTICE ENERGY)

SCORPIO RISING = FORGOTTEN BUT INSPIRED, HEARTBROKEN WOMAN ENERGY, LONER, ASSHOLE AT BEST FOR EVERYBODY'S BEST CASE SCENARIO, GHOSTS BUT YOU KNEW THEM TO BE TOO CUTE FOR THEIR HONOUR TO LIVE AMONG YOU, CIA FOR THE BEST SONS OF BITCHES, WILLING TO IGNITE CONFLICT FOR A RESOLUTION 'THEORY' THAT WAS NOT EVEN YOURS ANYWAY (TRIBE-LIKE) ENERGY, (BEST FRIEND AT FIRST GLANCE ENERGY)

3. GEMINI RISING + SAGITTARIUS RISING

GEMINI RISING = BELIEVERS OF A NEW WORLD, STAR STUDDED HEARTBREAKERS, LIKES TO LEVEL UP YOUR CONVERSATION ABOVE YOUR MOTHERS WEIGHT GAIN, BASICALLY YOUR HANDS IF THEY HAD SOME SPUNK TO GO UP AGAINST THE NORMS IF YOUR BRAIN IS NOT THERE, WILLING TO START A GOOD TIME LIKE ENERGY, HELPS YOU DIG A GRAVE LIKE THE LAST BITCH SEES YOU DYING AN THEY BE LIKE 'GOOD, LET THEM DIE' LIKE ENERGY, (WILL LIKE TO BEAT UP A BITCH FOR A BITCH LIKE ENERGY)

SAGITTARIUS RISING = *YOU'RE LIKE THE FCKIN REASON THEY HATE YOU BUT -TURNS TO LOOK AT THE BESTIE AT THE RIGHT THAT ACTUALLY HAS A DREAM- LIKE, THEY THE ONES WHO PROFITS OFF A DREAM IN THE END BUT IF YOU KNEW THEM, THEY LOVE TO MAKE SENSE OF THE BITCH THEY'RE WITH. SO THEY LOVE TO MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD BY EMOTIONAL SUPPORT-* CROSS THEM OR BITCH, THEY KNOW A FCKIN LEGEND TO TELL ONE DAY (IT'S THEIR LIFE THAT IS UNSPOKEN FOR BUT THAT IS LIKE THE START OF THEIR FAIRYTALE = THEIR EX-LIFE IS SHITE IF NOT ACCOUNTED FOR, THEY REMEMBER EVERYTHING THEY BELIEVE IN THROUGH THEIR AQUARIUS BEST FRIEND OF ANYBODY), KILL A BITCH WITH A DJINN MAKES YOU THINK BRO, THEY MAKE YOU FORGET BUT THE DAY YOU MEET A BITCH THEY SQUARE YOU UP AND MAKE YOU LIVE A ANOTHER DAY CUZ THEY LIVE TO SEE ANOTHER BITCH, BROTHER, THEY RUN THE UNIVERSE LIKE ALLAH FORGETS WHY HE LEFT THEM ON SEEN, BROTHER, THEY HATE BEING FORGOTTEN BY ANOTHER STAR SIGN LIKE THEIR WORLD IS NOT EVEN BELIEVED BUT YOU STINK, BROTHER, ACTIN LIKE THEY RUN THE GODDAMN CIRCUS CUZ THEY BELIEVE IN A DUNYA MADE FOR THEM AND NOT AGAINST THEM SO YOU WANNA BE A BITCH, YOU DID IT TO THE BITCH WHO RAISED YOU, BROTHER, FCKIN SQUARE AN UGLY NIGGA WITH A BAD DREAM CUZ THEY DON'T LIE LIKE YOU SEE, BROTHER (AQUARIUS UNDERNEATH THE SHEETS, BROTHA)

4. CANCER RISING + CAPRICORN RISING

CANCER RISING = YOU NEVER WATCHED THE TV SERIES 'FOUNDATION' THE FIRST TIME SO WHY BOTHER WATCHING HIM NUDE FIGHTING YOUR DAD LIKE THAT ENERGY, EVERYBODY HATES CHRIS IF YOU NEVER SEEN IT, THE NANNY (TV SERIES), YOU REJECT YOUR OWN HYPOCRISY AND THEY ARE 'THAT', THEY GOT A FAMOUS RELATIVE SOMEWHERE BUT YOU HATE THEM CUZ YOU WERE THE REASON WHY THEY DIED 'BUT U KNOW THEY NOT' ENERGY (JAPAN IN A PERSON)

CAPRICORN RISING = MY DAD IS A _______ AN THEY BELIEVE YOU, BITCH. *MAKES A POINT BUT NEVER HEARD* (LIKE THAT IS POOR OF THEM TO BE HEARD CUZ THEY HARDLY SPEAK), WORST CASE SCENARIO IN REAL LIFE, BEST CASE SCENARIO FOR A WORLD END CASE, LIFE LESSON IN A PERSON IF YOU THOUGHT OF THEM, YOU MET THEM AS A BABY ENERGY, YOU LOVE THEM TO NEVER EVER HATE THEM, YOU KNEW MY MOM FROM DOCTOR WHO ENERGY, I HATE YOU AND IT IS FINALISED ENERGY, SHOW-RUNNERS EVERYWHERE HATES YOU FOR BEATING THEM FIRST IN OPTIMAL RESOLUTION THINKING FIRST ENERGY, RUN THE WORLD - BEYONCE (MP3. WAV) ENERGY, BEYONCE IS YOUR BEST FRIEND AT SOME POINT IN REAL LIFE CUZ SHE IS LIKE YOU NEVER MET HER (YOUR SAGITTARIUS BESTIE MIMICKED YOU), YOU HAVE ENEMIES AS YOUR FRIENDS ENERGY, I WILL KILL YOU AND IT IS EVIDENT ENERGY, ANNA WINTOUR HATES YOUR GUTS AND THEY ARE THAT ENERGY, FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS NOT EVEN A PUPPY ANYMORE BUT YOUR PARTNER IS ACCURATELY ATTUNE TO YOU BUT 'I HATE YOU' TURNS TO 'NOT EVEN YOU' ENERGY

5. LEO RISING + AQUARIUS RISING

LEO RISING = SINCERE BUT FCKIN HATES LIFE FOR THEIR BEST PARTNER CO-WORKER ATTITUDE EVOLVER BUDDY NOW WIFE/HUSBITCH ENERGY, IS THE REASON WHY YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO BE YOURSELF ENERGY, HATES YOU TO BEAT YOU ENERGY, ARIES STEREOTYPE IN ACTUAL REALITY, ARROGANT BUT HELL YOU DONT KNOW ME BUT SMUG-LORDS TO THE CORE ENERGY, TOOK YOUR HIGHSCORE AND MADE IT THEIR CURRENCY TO MAKE YOU LOOK STUPID ENERGY, LOVES EVERYTHING TO HATE YOU BEING THEM ENERGY, WILL MAKE YOUR FAMILY RUN A BUTCHERS UNDERNEATH YOUR NAME ENERGY FOR HUMAN RESOURCES ENERGY, IS THE DEVIL, LINNA RIAZ IN ALL HER WORK ONLINE BUT YOU NEVER ATTENDED TO HER INTUITIVELY BUT YOU THE ONE FCK BOI SHE USES AS AN EXAMPLE TO IRRITATE THE MASSES CUZ OF UNIVERSAL STANDARDS, YOUR WORST CASE SCENARIO IN A THOUGHT ENERGY (BODY)

AQUARIUS RISING = DOES NOT CARE ABOUT YOU BUT HECK THEY'D DIE FOR YOU ENERGY, MARTYR, WILL ABSOLUTELY EAT YOU UP IN AN ARGUMENT IN YOUR OWN IMAGINATION CUZ THEY MUCH LIKE THE CAPRICORN STEREOTYPES BUT WITH NO FCKS TO GIVE ENERGY BUT YOU SOLD THEIR SOUL AT SOME POINT IN YOUR LIFE ENERGY, FEEDS ON HUMAN SOULS LIKE A FCKIN LIBRARY, CLAIRVOYANT SO YOU KNEW WHO YOU ROYALLY PISSED OFF ALONG THE BLOODLINE WHICH IS THEIR KARMIC LINEAGE TO NO FAULTS CUZ THEY THE FATHER CAPRICORN RISING MFS ARE TALKING ABOUT AND IT IS ENERGY, SHUTS. YOU. UP. INSTANTLY, MAFIA BOSS ENERGY, THOMAS SHELBY DIED FOR DIS BITCH ENERGY, CILLIAN MURPHY, JUST DON'T FCK AROUND CUZ THE SAG BESTIE AT THE SIDE WILL KILL YOU BY BELIEVING WHILE THE AQUA IS ENJOYING LIFE THAT ENERGY, CELEBRITIES DONT MEAN A THING ENERGY, *IS THAT CELEBRITY IN A GROUP CHAT THAT MANAGES PEOPLES SITUATIONS LIKE ALAN TURING GAVE UP HIS SOUL TO GET BACK AT HUMANITY CUZ OF LGBTQIA+ DEPENDED ON HIS SOUL FOR IT, APPLE DEVICES GETTING TOO INTRUSIVE ON YOUR C*CK ENERGY, YOUR MOM IN A DISNEY MOVIE IS GAY ENERGY, TIME-TRAVELLERS, DONT PISS OFF YOUR LITTLE SISTER ENERGY, BEST FRIEND NEVER ENERGY, LIKE A FORGOTTEN 9YO SIBLING BEST FRIEND YOU MET ONCE IN YOUR LIFE BUT WAS LIKE WHAT YOU HEARD OF RIVER PHOENIX BUT YOU STAYED TRUE TO THEM LIKE YOU KEANU REEVES BUT HATES YOUR GUTS TO SEE THE TRUTH BUT DOES NOT MIND YOU SEEING THEM IN MY OWN PRIVATE IDAHO ENERGY, 'SHUT THE FUCK UP' AND THEY MADE A REALITY ABOUT IT TO TEACH AN *INSERT NAME HERE* A THING OR TWO ABOUT EGALITARIAN PHYSICS BUT IT WILL LAST CENTURIES CUZ OF YOU, THE NIGGAS THAT ACTUALLY STARTED THE QURAN ENERGY, (YOUR MOM)

6. VIRGO RISING + PISCES RISING

VIRGO RISING = YOU HATE THEM TO BE THEM ENERGY, *ANSON SEABRA IS THE ONLY ONE WHO DOES NOT GET IT BUT YOU'RE THERE (LINNA RIAZ CHANGED HIS LIFE FOREVER), LIKE SATURN RETURN HAS A GIFT YOU UNLOCKED CUZ YOU NICE, VERY VULNERABLE TO BE AROUND NIGGAS ENERGY, HATES THAT ONE PERSON AND IT'S YOUR REALITY ENERGY, WILL MAKE AN AQUARIUS WOMAN DO HIS BIDDING CUZ HE KNOWS A BITCH ENERGY, LITERALLY THAT CHATTER-BOX BEST FRIEND THAT SQUARES A MAN INSIDE YOUR SOUL ENERGY, JOHN LEGUIZAMO ENERGY, HATES A DAD TO KNOW YOU ENERGY, DOESNT KNOW A MAN TOO GOOD ENOUGH THAT EVEN JOHNNY DEPP IS SCARED OF YOU ENERGY, SARCASM IS ANIMATION TO YOU ENERGY, DIED A WHILE AGO TO CONSUME A NEW PERSONALITY ENERGY, CARES ENOUGH TO KILL HIMSELF ENERGY, *ANSON SEABRA'S DISCOGRAPHY IS ACTUALLY YOUR LIFE BUT YOU WENT TO HELL CUZ YOU PISSED AN GEMINI RISING OFF WHICH IS WHY YOU HATE SHIT TO HATE SHIT RECURRING THAT EVEN MATT SMITH HATES YOUR GUTS CUZ HE'S THE SAME, BUT FCK HIS MARRIED LIFE ON DOCTOR WHO (HENCE THE BLUE MAN)*, HATES TO BE AROUND A NIGGA EXCEPT A GRANDDAUGHTER ENERGY, IS YOU ENERGY, KIRBY IS ACTUALLY AGNOSTIC (HEARTBROKEN WOMAN)

PISCES RISING = DONT PISS OFF ANNA FRIEL IN PERSON. MAKES A JAMAICAN WOMA- AND NOW YOU GET THE REFERENCE, TV TAKEN TOO SERIOUSLY, YOUR LIFE IS NOT EVEN THE SAME BUT YOU'RE DEAD IN HELL ANYWAY, STONER-THOUGHTS IN A PERSON BUT DIED IN A DREAM, NOT EVEN ALLOWED TO TALK MF'S, END CREDITS DIED TO LET THE MAIN CHARACTER LIVE ENERGY, IS ACTUALLY THE MAIN CHARACTER ENERGY, PUSHING DAISIES IN ACTUAL REALITY ENERGY, OBJECTS TAKEN FOR GRANTED ENERGY, (HOME)

#astrology advice #easy way out #talk frank #ice age #watch that again #you dont know me at all #i hated you #not even your ex can dox your number energy #worst case scenario happened with you #hated less to care more #what about us #kelly clarkson

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wawaikattepi · 3 months ago

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weekly journal 1 (moving on)

Life has been very though as ever but to forget you? that’s even thougher. Knowing that we could never be the same shattered my heart into pieces. I have loved you the most. I have loved you as loud as everyone knew how proud I am just to call you mine. It has been awhile since we part ways but yet it felt like yesterday you said ‘I love you’ to me. Just know that I would give everything up just to be with you, be us again. To feel the warmth of our love is what I would die for. I am very much grateful that we’ve crossed path. Never once I ever regret that I met you in this life. I always thought that we could grow old, build a family together. How Funny that we even got a name for our ‘future baby’ hahaha. Allah knows best for us and so here we are. I’ve told ibu how my heart has been taken care of by a very good man. Yet, you’ve proved me wrong.

We failed our relationship once but we managed to be in eachother arms once again. Somehow, we failed twice. This time, there’s no coming back. Few days after we broke up, I found out that you went back to your past. To the one you’ve told me how dirty she did to you, to the one who turned your world upside down, to the one who left you back then. Simply said, I got cheated on by you with your ex. Did I fumbled? yes I do. Did I went crazy? almost. Did I cried my eyes out? I bawled. I lost myself. I felt like a failure. I keep on questioning myself, my worth and I even blamed me for ruined us. For a moment I realized that not everyone who came into our life was meant to stay. There must be something that I lack in me while still learning to love you. It took me months and almost a year for me to gain myself back eventhough I am not fully healed yet but I’m doing great now.

I’m grateful for my friends who were always there for me as they helped me gather up myself, gather up the broken pieces of my heart. I may be unlucky in relationship but Alhamdulillah I’m super blessed with my friendship. I pray to Allah through days and nights hoping that He would varnish the bits of love that left in me for you. I can’t bear to lose myself even more now. As I am recovering, I am also working on my deen, balancing my dunya and my akhirah. And for you, please forget me, please forgive me as I’ve forgave you and please be happy. I hope you’re even happier and be the happiest. I hope you become the great and successful man that you’ve once told me you want to be. Thankyou, my love lesson. May we never meet again.

#writing #brb crying #bye yall

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onceinabluemun · 4 months ago

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And I know with my heart, that I’ll never truly be alone. Without Allah I have nothing and with nothing, at least I have Allah. It was him who comforted me in my sorrow. It was because of him that I kept my chin up, and mustered the courage to accept what I could change and make things change. It was him who said, “do not let their words sadden you.” It was him who encouraged me to keep walking, even if my heart broke. To be patient and kind even on the days I felt angry at everything. And when I doubted the kindness of myself, It was Allah whose words remained in my heart like an iron fist. It was him who said if I came walking, he’d come to me running. He told me never, ever, to give up hope. So how could I, if my Lord created this beautiful destiny in all its joys and hardships? And in my illness, it was him who said, “indeed, after hardship, there is ease.” It is those verses that gave me health of the soul. It is those verses I say under my breath when my world feels as if it’s crumbling down. It is Allah who accompanies me even in my painful solitude, and it is only his words that heal the parts of my heart that nobody can see. When you accept pain and give love to the world, it will never go unreciprocated.

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writerfarzanatutul · 5 months ago

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❤️Marriage is Beautiful❤️- A Muslim Love story

Amena had always dreamed of working in the heart of the city, where her career thrived. But when her parents introduced Armaan for marriage one day, her world shifted. Armaan was everything she wanted in her partner: a devout young Muslim man with similar values like hers. They got married in a short time. But Armaan's job required him to change places from time to time. Neither wanted a long-distance relationship. So, she had to choose between her career and Armaan.

Amena sat at her desk, the soft glow of her computer screen illuminating her face. She had written her resignation letter, and now her finger hovered over the mouse. She sighed. She was about to resign from her job.

Armaan's call earlier that day echoed in her ears. His voice, filled with both excitement and apprehension, had painted a picture of a new opportunity in Dubai. It was a dream job, a chance to climb the corporate ladder at an unprecedented pace. But it also meant leaving behind everything she knew, including her promising career in Dhaka.

Then, she closed her eyes.

And, remember the day they got married. Both of their eyes were filled with the promise of a bright future and love. Another memory occurred when they promised to stay with each other forever.

a smile appeared on her lips. It's fine as long as Armaan is with her. She can leave anything for him.Instantly, she made the decision and resigned from her post. They moved to Dubai. Together, they built a beautiful life full of love and happiness.

One day, their world was turned upside down. Mimi was in a terrible accident that left her completely paralyzed and confined to her bed.

The once vibrant apartment now echoed with an eerie silence. Amena lay in bed, her eyes fixed on the white ceiling. Days turned into weeks, each one a monotonous blur. Armaan moved through the room like a ghost, his face etched with a mixture of love and exhaustion. He'd learned to bathe her, feed her, and change her dressings with a tender efficiency. But the sparkle in his eyes, the life that once danced in his spirit, seemed to have faded.

"Armaan," AMena’s voice, weak and hoarse, broke the silence.

He turned, his face softening. "I'm here, love."

"I'm sorry," she whispered, her heart aching. "I'm a burden to you."

Armaan's hand found hers, squeezing it gently. "Don't ever say that, Mimi. You are my world, my everything. This is just a phase, a test. We will get through this together."

Mimi smiled weakly. But, she couldn’t believe in his words. She knew she was a burden. A liability.

Armaan sat beside mIMI, his hand gently holding hers. His voice, soft and soothing, carried the familiar tale of Prophet Ayyub (PEACE AND BLESSINGS OF GOD BE UPON HIM).

"And then, after years of suffering, Allah cured Ayyub(PEACE AND BLESSINGS OF gOD BE UPON HIM), restored his health, and blessed him abundantly," Armaan finished, his eyes filled with a hopeful gleam.

Amena listened, a faint smile playing on her lips. Her heart ached with longing for a similar miracle. But the reality of her situation was a heavy weight on her chest.

"Why do you tell me the same story every day, Armaan?" Her voice was barely a whisper.

Armaan's grip tightened on her hand. "Because, my love, every time I tell it, I hope a piece of that hope, that faith, transfers to you. I want you to believe that just like Ayyub (peace and blessings be upon him), your test will also end, and you will be restored."

A tear escaped Amena's eye. She loved him for his unwavering faith, his relentless optimism. But the darkness within her was overwhelming.

"What if this is my test, Armaan? What if this is how my story ends?" Her voice trembled.

Armaan was silent for a moment. Then, he leaned in, kissing her forehead gently. "No, my love. Your story is far from over. This is just a chapter, a difficult one, but it won't be the ending. We will find a way, together. "

His words were like a fragile beacon of hope in the stormy sea of her despair. Mimi clung to them, even as doubt gnawed at her.

sINCE THE PAST FEW DAYS, aMENA’S HEALTH DETERIORATED. Armaan WAS SCARED TO LOSE HER.

The room was shrouded in an eerie silence, broken only by the rhythmic rise and fall of Amena's chest. Arman sat beside her, his hand gently resting on her arm. His eyes were heavy with exhaustion, but fear gnawed at his heart. Every day since the accident had been a battle—one he wasn't sure he was strong enough to fight. But he had to, for her.

A sudden stillness enveloped him. Her chest stopped rising and falling. Panic surged through him as he shook her gently. "Amena, wake up!" His voice was a hoarse whisper, a plea that cut through the stillness like a knife.

She didn’t respond. Her hand, once warm beneath his, grew cold. His world crumbled.

"No, no, no!" Arman screamed her name, his voice echoing in the silent room, a desperate cry that shattered the calm. His mind raced, a whirlwind of denial and despair. He couldn’t lose her, not now, not ever.

Frantic, he performed CPR, his hands moving in a blur, pressing against her chest, willing her back to life. Each compression was a prayer, a plea to Allah his heart pounding in his ears. "Come back to me, Amena! Please!"

Minutes felt like hours as hope began to fade, his strength waning. Tears streamed down his face as he leaned over her, his body shaking. "Amena," he whispered, his voice broken. "Please... I can't do this without you. I need you. I need you so much."

Just when despair threatened to consume him, he felt it—a faint pulse. Relief washed over him like a tidal wave, a gasp escaping his lips. Her chest rose, then fell, a fragile rhythm returning. Amena’s eyes fluttered open, dazed and confused, as if pulled from the brink of death.

Arman collapsed beside her, his body racked with sobs. He buried his face in her hand, tears soaking her skin. "Don't ever scare me like that again," he sobbed, the fear in his voice raw and exposed. "I thought I lost you, Amena. I thought you were gone, and I couldn't... I can't lose you. You're everything to me. I was so scared."

Amena, weak but conscious, reached out and touched his face. The depth of his love hit her like a tidal wave, and for the first time since the accident, something inside her shifted. His terror, his heartbreak, laid bare before her, reignited a flame in her that had nearly been extinguished.

In that moment, as she looked into his eyes, her heart filled with a profound love and admiration for the man beside her. She saw the fear, the pain, but also the unwavering devotion. Arman needed her as much as she needed him. A spark ignited within her, a flicker of hope in the darkness that had consumed her for so long.

She had to fight. Not just for herself, but for him, for their love. A vow formed in her heart, a silent promise to defy her limitations, to push through the pain and despair. She would rise again, no matter how hard it was.

"Arman," she whispered, her voice shaky but determined, "I'm not going anywhere inshallah. I promise you. We'll get through this together."

He looked at her, his tears mingling with a fragile smile. In that shared moment, amidst the remnants of fear and despair, they found strength in each other. Amena’s journey to recovery would be long and arduous, but she was no longer afraid. With Arman by her side, she knew she could face anything.

Amena's road to recovery was arduous, marked by setbacks and triumphs. With each small victory—a flicker of movement in her fingers, the ability to sit upright without assistance—her spirit soared. Armaan was her unwavering rock, providing constant encouragement and support. She drew inspiration from prophet Ayub (peace and blessings be upon him)

Their love deepened as they navigated this new chapter together. The challenges they faced forged an unbreakable bond. Their home, once filled with quiet desperation, now echoed with the laughter of their children.

Just as Allah, Al-Jawwaal, healed Prophet Ayub and rewarded him for his unwavering patience, Amena and Arman too were blessed after enduring their trials. For truly, with hardship comes ease. Though the scars of their journey remained, they carried them with grace and strength, their belief in Almighty Allah deepening with each step they took.

To express their gratitude for the countless blessings bestowed upon them, Amena and Arman decided to perform Umrah. Standing before the Kaaba, the center of their faith, their hearts overflowed with gratitude and love. The sacred air was thick with the weight of their prayers, and they felt a peace they had longed for, a serenity that could only come from complete submission to the will of Allah.

Amena looked up at Arman, her eyes reflecting the sacred light of the Kaaba. “I pray to Allah that you stay next to me like this in Jannah also.”

Arman’s heart swelled with emotion, and he gently squeezed her hand. “I also pray that I will hold your hand like this in Jannah,” he whispered, his voice filled with devotion.

In that sacred moment, as they stood together in the holiest of places, they knew their journey was far from over. The trials of this world had only strengthened their bond, and now they looked forward to an eternal life together, by Allah’s grace.

Their story didn’t end at the Kaaba; it was only the beginning of their journey toward Jannah, where they would live forever, hand in hand, by the grace of Allah. With faith as their guide and love as their anchor, Amena and Arman continued their journey, secure in the knowledge that their ultimate reunion awaited them in the gardens of paradise.

The End

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Salam girl, was hoping for your perspective on a matter, sometimes my past kills me, I kissed an idiot creep who preyed on me on an emotionally vulnerable period in my life where I was depressed and lonely and let go of my religious principles

Luckily he broke up with me and things didn’t go any further than that one kiss even tho he would pressure me to send him pics, I’m happily married now alhamdulillah to an amazing guy but what I did still kills me. I hate myself so much for it and I wish everyday I could go back and tell that guy to screw off, I stayed chaste for my whole life other than that stupid mistake

I never told my husband about it because past intimacy was a dealbreaker for him and I liked him way too much to let him go and Islam also says to not disclose past sins if you’ve sincerely repented and God knows how much I’ve repented for my actions. Sometimes what I did still fills me with guilt and I hate myself for lying to my husband but telling him would make things 10000x worse, I know it would shatter his heart and could even jeopardize our marriage so it’s definitely not in the cards to ever tell him about it but I just wish I could forgive myself for what I did but perhaps this is Gods punishment to me that I get to keep the man I love but I will hate myself for the mistake for the rest of my life

alaykum salam, i get it that it still guilts you but remember that mistakes are a part of the human nature and if there would be people without sins, Allah would replace them with sinners who would seek for His forgiveness so Allah could forgive them. i don’t think that your hatred towards yourself is a punishment from Allah but rather your punishment to yourself. if you made sincere tawbah and felt His mercy then why would He still punish you. why. are you supposed to be flawless?

i think Allah makes you feel His forgiveness especially through your actions after the sin you committed, you never repeated what you did, on the contrary you married someone to avoid zina for the rest of your life. be a little more empathetic towards yourself. 🤍

i recommend you to keep this to yourself, it is something between you and Allah swt and it’s not wrong but commanded to hide your sins, don’t let people judge you for what you can hide, let God be the only judge. i'm sure your husband has sins too, perhaps different from yours, which he keeps to himself. and that is alright as long as you are pleased with him right now. accept that you are flawed, weak and human, and that tempts and trials can overcome us because of that. what matters more is your sincerity after. once you accept that, you will look at yourself through the attributes of Allah.

#sending you strength on your way

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okayyeros · 10 months ago

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Hi. I just stumbled across your blog and saw that you are Muslim and Hellenic. I converted to Islam about 13 years ago. I fought an uphill battle as a queer/trans person for a very long time. So much religious trauma on top of all the stuff from my childhood religious experience. I was completely isolated except for people telling me I was going to hell and all manner of other things. I’m sure you can guess. With all that, and also my internal struggles from growing up evangelical and practicing various forms of Paganism since I was a teen, I left the faith. It broke my heart. It still does. When I came back to God, it was through a different avenue where the pain wasn’t so fresh. I’d consider myself very generally to be an omnist now. I’m still working it out. I don’t even know what I’m asking here, but I’m sitting here almost in tears at finding someone like me. Maybe it’s not too late. Thank you for being visible. ❤️

omg hello!!!! You have no idea how much this means to me omg.

As someone who was raised in a Palestinian immigrant household, Islam is very much so ingrained into the culture. My family has never been incredibly religious but It was always still there and something I found comfort in. Around last year, I got into researching the way Islam views free will, and I fell in love with it. It's become a huge beacon for my art and for how I view myself. Thankfully, I grew up in a household where they didn't mind that I'm queer, but I definitely understand how it can impact your relationship with religions, specifically Abrahamic ones.

I discovered hellenism as a religion when I had been in a really bad state of mind. It helped me process my emotions in a way I hadn't before. I didn't exactly put a label on what I had done with the Hellenic pantheon until honestly December of 2023. But the gods had been a part of my life since around 2019.

Dont get me wrong, I've struggled with being both hellenic and Muslim. After I set up my altar for the first time, I had a panic attack. But I adore Allah and I adore the Gods just as much. Both religions are so important to who I am and who i will be.

I'm so glad there are other folks like me too :,) I wish you the best of luck on your journey little friend! live your life in the way that will make you the happiest. you are deserving of love and joy. <3

#asks #helpol #hellenism #islam

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msanonymous · 2 years ago

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(I'm posting a bunch of questions all together I'm sorry I had my exams and forgot to post 😭)

Day 3: What type of worship comes the easiest to you?

It is such a great question. I think initially I wanted to answer reading Qur'an, because it brings so much peace to my heart, I love doing it. But also making dua is an act of ibadah too, talking to Allāh is also an act of worship, but I remember reading that anything you do with good intentions in your heart is an act of worship.

Abu Huraira reported: The Messenger of Allah ﷺ said: “Verily, the people will only be raised for judgment based on their intentions.” (Sunan Ibn Mājah 4229)

& Abdullah ibn Amr, RadhiAllahu Anhu, reported: The Messenger of Allah ﷺ said:

الرَّاحِمُونَ يَرْحَمُهُمْ الرَّحْمَنُ ارْحَمُوا مَنْ فِي الْأَرْضِ يَرْحَمْكُمْ مَنْ فِي السَّمَاءِ

Those who are merciful will be shown mercy by the Merciful. Be merciful to those on the earth and the One above the heavens will have mercy upon you. (Sunan al-Tirmidhī 1924)

& it literally means be kind to the creations of Allāh and your Creator will be kind to you and I find that so beautiful like you could literally smile at the person you saw on the street, ask the cashier how her day went, lend a pen to your friend and it'll count as a good deed I mean how easy is that? Indeed Allāh Subhanahu wa ta'ala is the most merciful. So yeah I try my best to be kind to others with good intentions and I find it the easiest.

Day 4: Ramadan is the month of the qur'an. What is an ayah from the Qur'an that has changed your view of things or impacted you deeply?

There are so many actually, I don't think anyone can narrow it down to only one, but the one that impacted me the most is definitely:

مَا وَدَّعَكَ رَبُّكَ وَمَا قَلَى

Your Lord has not abandoned you, nor has He become hateful ˹of you˺. ~93:03

At that time I was confused between the punishment of Allāh and trials and I thought I'm being punished by Allāh but then my Father clarified it for me and just after that I read that verse and broke down into tears. Subhanallah. And also:

فَادْخُل فِي عِبَدِي

وَادْخُلِي جَنَّتِي

So join My (honored) servants,

And enter My Paradise. ~90:29, 90:30

I read that and just felt so emotional, from that day I just pray that on the Day of Judgement may Allāh say those words to me, to all of us.

Day 5: Share a memory of Ramadan from your childhood or when you first embraced Islam.

This is not something I'm very proud of but when I was very little like 4 or 5 I used to want to fast and would make my mother wake me up for suhoor and all, even though everyone told me that I was too little, I was so adamant I wouldn't listen and could barely do it, at that time my Grandmother would always go to market for iftar run, I used to go with her and I'd become so tired she would ask "You'd like to eat something we'll keep it a secret?" And then I'd break my fast, return to my home and pretend like I'm still doing it, basically my Grandmother would call my Mother and spill the beans and everyone would pretend that they didn't already know I'm pretending. 😭

Eventually my Mother sat me down and explained that this is not the right thing. I got it, but I still find that acting of all my family members very sweet. 🥹

Day 6: What are some Ramadan traditions you have, and what are some that you'd like to pass on to others?

Family gatherings after taraweeh which sometimes accidentally last till suhoor 👀 I just love them so much, I hate socializing but family gatherings in Ramadan hit different <3

Also sending iftar to relatives and iftar dawats, love hosting them.

#ramadanchallenge2023

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