#Zarah Ti

[tallyquark]

I'm working on our backstories right now but a little intro:

Zarah is a Jedi knight who lost her master a little before the clone wars started. They were posted in the outer rim as an assistance unit for the agricorps in a particularly rough planet. Through the trials of the assignment, Zarah and her master began to drift apart - Zarah had different priorities than her master and found her reluctance to indulge in the living force a terribly traditional take on the Force. She worked closely with the agricorps members and built up a solid friendship with quite a few of them and learned a lot about how they use the living force to induce planetary healing via vegetation. Unfortunately a petty attack on one of the first grain silos filled by agricorps efforts cost her her master's life. Zarah regrets that she wasn't closer to her master when she died and feels like if they had tried harder to overcome their differences maybe things would have turned out differently. Throughout all this, Pol-Siolo was a source of strength. Siblings septated by 6 years, they were very close at the temple and kept in touch when Zarah began to do missions in the outer rim. Zarah is a competent pilot but enjoys speeders best and even races them when she can and had an interest in the temple courses surrounding the galactic Senate. She returns to the temple after her mission is complete and is knighted soon after. Zarah specializes in sorseru as a final nod to her master's teachings - though not prone to anger, Zarah feels most comfortable with strategies that are straightforward. Her master thought sorseru could be a way to teach her restraint and develop a keener eye in flights - after her master's death Zarah felt taking in sorseru could help bridge the gap that grew between them.

Pol-Siolo, being younger, left the temple with their master when they were a beginnerpafawan but hadn't taken on any longer missions by the time the clone wars began. As such, Pol-Siolo spends their formative Padawan years as a battle Padawan. They are a commander of the 413th attack battalion (part of the 3rd systems army under high Jedi general Obi-Wan Kenobi) and for the first engagements stay mostly behind the scenes as a slicer, a position that suits them well given their ability in that area. Pol-Siolo practices the Nieman form, although as the war drags on their master contacts Master Windy for guidance regarding Vaapad. Even as an initiate, Pol-Siolo suffered from traumatic visions in the form of dreams. Because of the dreams, Pol took to wandering the temple, and later Corescant as insomnia developed. The under city of Corescant opened Pol-Siolo's eyes to a lot of problems in the Republic, and the call of the Dark felt so much more present than it should. The war only exacerbates that, and master windu agrees to try and help when he can in training them in Vaapad. Their master is lost about 6 months into the war, and the council allows Zarah-Ti to step in and complete the last of their training. So the clone wars starts with the siblings re-united, and the 413th under the command of Zarah, who was working as support with Mace Windu's battalion until taking over Pol-Siolo's training - in this regard she can help Pol continue to develop Vaapad, as she got to know Mace fairly well on campaigns.

Self indulgence via self insert Star Wars oc. Pol-siolo (left) and Zarha-ti @tallyquark (right). Backstory coming eventually but just visuals for now

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middleeasteye

Nearly 50 British MPs from seven political parties have backed a motion calling for the Labour government to impose sanctions on Israel.

The motion, tabled by independent MP Richard Burgon, calls for the government to respect the United Nations General Assembly's 18 September resolution demanding Israel rapidly ends its occupation of the Palestinian territories, on which the UK abstained as well as the International Court of Justice's advisory opinion that Israel's occupation violates international law.

It "welcomes that the UN resolution calls on states to comply with their obligations under international law and to take concrete steps to address Israel's lawful presence in the OPT [Occupied Palestinian Territory]".

Following on from that, the motion says that the House of Commons "believes the adoption of this resolution places new obligations on the Government".

It "calls on the Government to act in support of the UN resolution and ICJ opinion including by ending all military exports to Israel, banning the import of goods from illegal Israeli settlements and revoking the 2030 Roadmap which deepens UK economic, trade and security ties with Israel".

The motion, tabled on 8 October, was sponsored by a coalition of independent and Labour MPs, including Zarah Sultana, who has had the Labour whip withdrawn for opposing the two-child benefit cap, as well as Labour MP and former shadow home secretary, Diane Abbott.

All five of the independent MPs who campaigned on a pro-Gaza platform have supported the motion - Jeremy Corbyn, Shockat Adam, Adnan Hussain, Ayoub Khan and Iqbal Mohamed.

One Liberal Democrat MP, Andrew George, has supported it, as well as two Green Party MPs.

But no Conservatives have supported it.

[dailydemonspotlight]

Adramelech - Day 96

Race: Fallen

Arcana: Hanged Man

Alignment: Neutral-Chaos

August 19th, 2024

For such a central and popular concept, ironically, Demons are actually a rather uncommon sight in many translations of the Bible. For the most part, several attestations of demons are relegated to the old testament, with the new testament seeming to focus most on demons in terms of spiritual possession and the like. However, many biblical stories that have demons within them seem to have a few common trends, whether it be references to demons in reference to grimoires or, more strangely, and more rarely, translating gods from other religions into demons. This can be observed in Dante’s Inferno most obviously, with several deities from other religions seeming to be reinterpreted as demons or sorcerers. However, while most can recognize deities from throughout this trend as not originating as demons, some are a bit more obscure, especially when this trend spreads to other books. One such deity of course, is today’s Demon of the Day, Adrammelech: an ancient semitic deity turned demon in Paradise Lost. 

While only mentioned briefly in the Book of Kings, Adrammelech is a very curious figure in the world of Biblical study. For those unaware, the Book of Kings is a book situated in the Hebrew bible cut in two parts, including mythologized accounts of real history in order to tell the theologized story of the destruction of the Kingdom of Judah by Babylon. Of course, like many books in the bible, the Book of Kings is long, interspersed between Luke and Leviticus, and its two parts are a rather complicated read overall, but for our purposes, we only need to focus on a mention in Kings 2, particularly in 17:31. 

the Avvites made Nibhaz and Tartak, and the Sepharvites burned their children in the fire as sacrifices to Adrammelek and Anammelek, the gods of Sepharvaim.

Interesting to note here is the mention of ‘Sepharviam,’ a word that has contested meanings and is said to be grammatically dual, but is generally agreed to mean the cities of Sippar Yahrurum and Sippar-Amnanum. Both of those cities, notably, were placed just north of Babylon, noted home of sinners and all sorts of nasty stuff, so the antagonistic role that Adrammelech is painted in is rather obvious in its origins already. Also, Anammelech is mentioned in the above passage, but basically nothing is known about said god, so we’ll just brush over that. 

Adrammelech’s name meaning ‘Magnificent King’ has been connected to Baal, though it’s commonly believed that Adrammelech and Baal are different beings with simply similar epithets. However, this does tie into the fact that, much like Baal, Adrammelech was a semitic deity whose worship was rather extremely depicted in the Bible. This isn’t the only place Adrammelech shows up, though- the Talmud has its own appearance in it of this god, where it gives us a physical description. To quote the Jewish Encyclopedia, 

The Talmud teaches (Sanh. 63b) that Adrammelech was an idol of the Sepharvaim in the shape of an ass. This is to be concluded from his name, which is compounded of  "to carry" (compare Syriac ), and  "a king." These heathen worshiped as God the same animal which carried their burdens (Sanh. l.c.; see also Rashi's explanation of this passage which interprets  "to distinguish," by "carrying"). Still another explanation of the name ascribes to the god the form of a peacock and derives the name from adar ("magnificent") and melek ("king"); Yer. 'Ab. Zarah, iii. 42d.

And all of this, eventually, ties into Adrammelech’s appearance in Paradise Lost, where he finally appears as a demon, and an incredibly powerful one at that, one who fights alongside Asmodeus but is eventually vanquished by Uriel and Raphael. To quote, 

Down clov’n to the waste, with shatterd Armes And uncouth paine fled bellowing. On each wing URIEL and RAPHAEL his vaunting foe, Though huge, and in a Rock of Diamond Armd, Vanquish’d ADRAMELEC, and ASMADAI, 365 Two potent Thrones, that to be less then Gods 

Finally, as a solid explanation and image for Adramelech, as he barely appears in said poem, we get a description in the Infernal Dictionary, a book by one Collin de Plancy going over yet another compendium of demons, in which he is depicted as a chancellor of hell and among Satan’s cabinet, appearing in the form of a humanoid body with a mule’s head and a peacock’s tail. A rather faithfully adapted design into SMT, funny enough. 

Lastly, though, he appears in, drumroll please…  the Ars Goetia! YEAH!!!! Unfortunately, his given name is Andrealphus, though everything else is accurate, strange appearance and all. A strange story for an even stranger demon, I must say, but also a fitting start to the countdown to 100. 

[oneforthemunny]

okay we know what Eddie got nepo!baby for mother's day, but what did the GIRLS get their mother for mother's day?

when they're younger, they always make cards and eddie takes them to pick out something for their mom before. it's literally anything, he lets the girls pick, takes them one by one.

some highlights include, one year persephone picked out a measuring spoon set because "mommy says you use them for your cereal, daddy, and you put them in the wrong drawer." eddie snorts and gets them, and ofc persephone proudly shows you. you just grin bc it's true lol. she's such an eldest daughter tho.

kensington got you a my little pony and got herself one too so you can both match and play. she got you a yellow one because you said it was your favorite color and a happy color, and you absolutely needed one. you keep it in your safe for years to come because it's so sweet.

sienna gets you hair ties with the little bobbles and sparkly puffs on the ends, because you said she looked soooo adorable with her hair like that, and so she got you some too. you put your hair up to match hers one day, and there's still paparazzi pics to prove it lol.

siciliy got you a music box that played 'here comes the sun' which is what you always sang to her. you're not even sure where they found it at, and eddie just grins when you ask him, but it made you happy cry. you still wind it up and play it from time to time.

zarah always got you a house plant. she bought you a peace lily and it's been alive (somehow) for years in the sun room. she added succulents and cacti and others (usually indoor and hard to kill) so your window sill is covered. she'll help you water them too and take care of them.

vega is insane, so she got you corn on the cob holders one year. there was no explantation, eddie really wasn't sure, she was five and adamant you needed them (no one knew why) and threw a fit when you didn't use them that night (there was no corn so you put it in your dinner roll). her gifts, especially when she was little, were all over the place and they were so unexpected and random, they always made you laugh.

as they get older, they try to get more thoughtful obviously, but nepo baby misses the silly little childlike gifts because they were always surprising and sweet. she likes everything tho.

[ghostwise]

Matacuervos, ch. 3 El milagro In which the brothel receives an unexpected visitor. Read update on AO3 - Read from the beginning on AO3

A miracle was taking place in Rialto. And what better place for a miracle than the longest-standing brothel on the city’s promenade? 

El milagro.

For decades it had promised patrons a unique experience; something transformative and life-affirming. Something they wouldn’t find anywhere else. Today it was aptly named.

“Ahtziri’s son is downstairs!”

The news spread quickly through the prostitute’s quarters, high up on the third floor. Past the first floor and all its revelries, past the second floor with its private and comfortable rooms, the flurry of heeled footsteps sounded through the hallways of the old building. “Come quick! Have a look for yourselves!”

Those who were recent hires at El milagro met the news with little more than a bemused smile. But those who had been there longer remembered the scandal like it was yesterday.

“Ahtziri’s son!”

“The laundress! The knocked-up Dalish girl.”

“I remember her. Miss too-good-to-wash-our-linens. Miss wouldn’t-be-caught-dead-whoring.”

Amid the chatter, a sharp intake of air. “Don’t speak ill of the dead. It was a tragedy! She left a child behind.”

“Her son! What was his name?”

“Looks just like her. Blond hair, big brown eyes��”

“Got taken away one day, I remember. Adopted, they said. What was the name? Started with a Z…”

“Ziran? No!”

“Zarah?”

“No, no! Zevran?”

“Yes, that was it! And he’s downstairs right now!”

Of course the old prostitutes remembered. Who could forget? The dead husband, the widowed Dalish girl, the piles of debt, all the rumors of money and passion—and caught amidst all that ugliness, the orphaned baby. But the memories had softened with the passage of time, and the men and women of El milagro chatted amongst themselves, pleased with the reminiscing. Wasn’t it nice to be remembered, bad blood aside?

An Antivan never forgets his roots, they all agreed.

An Antivan always remembers, they said, and nodded wisely at the thought.

-

Meanwhile, unaware of the commotion he had caused, Zevran was downstairs and speaking with the brothel manager in her office.

Gloria Amilcar was a wisp of a middle-aged woman, fragile and thin, save for her soft and lined face. With her hair tied back in an austere bun and her fingernails delicately lacquered, she had a flighty air about her that seemed ill-fitted to her role.

She was also trying very hard to get Zevran to leave.

“I understand, completely. But, as I said earlier, we have a strict no loitering policy,” she said.

“Of course,” Zevran returned smoothly. “With such a fine establishment, your employees must be very busy, I’m sure. Allow me to pay for an hour! I will even pay double! I do not mind, if only to see old friends—”

“It is a generous offer.” She gave a pause, and a forced smile. “But we simply cannot accept.”

“After work, then?” Zevran asked.

“There is no ‘after work’ here at El milagro. I cannot close the brothel to our other clients. This is a business, young man.”

“Then perhaps on a day you are closed? I can return then-”

“We are never closed!”

Zevran plucked at a thread on his trousers, a placid smile fixed onto his face; a tactic to hide his growing irritation. “I am asking to simply pay for an hour or two with your esteemed workers,” he tried again, “As any client would. Am I being denied that right?”

“Precisely. You are denied.” Sra. Amilcar left her desk abruptly. Refusing the opportunity for any further discussion, she opened the door and with a sharp gesture motioned for Zevran to leave.

“You have your answer. Please, go.”

The sounds of the brothel floated in through the open door, and Zevran sat in his chair, impassive.

Truth be told, he hadn’t expected to be met with so much resistance. When he’d first arrived to the brothel he’d been greeted as a guest, but no sooner had one of the older women recognized him that Sra. Amilcar’s demeanor changed entirely. Now his intuition was telling him there was a reason why Amilcar was desperate to get him gone.

This was not a prison. Surely the workers were free to chat with a guest? So why did she seem worried—even afraid?

The thought was interrupted as a familiar voice floated through the door.

“Vhenan? Oh, there you are.”

Hamal had evidently grown tired of waiting out on the street.

If she hadn’t been scandalized already, Sra. Amilcar was doubly so now. She scanned Hamal from top to bottom, eyes wide. “Ven-an?”

“Ah! Hello.” Hamal simply smiled at her as he sidled in past her. “Very little Antivan, sorry! My husband is done? Everything good?”

“Everything is fine, amor,” Zevran said, looking at Sra. Amilcar pointedly. “Just negotiating.”

“I was just,” Sra. Amilcar interrupted, her voice terse and jumping from syllable to syllable, “telling your husband that we cannot accommodate his request. Please, gather your things and leave. You know? Get out. Go away. Goodbye, no more! Perhaps your husband can translate more properly! Shoo!”

She elaborated further by pointing rather aggressively towards the exit.

Zevran and Hamal exchanged a look.

It wouldn’t be the first time they had been kicked out from an establishment. It would, however, be the first time they were kicked out as a married couple, and that made it special.

Zevran smiled, with a soft tilt of the head, as if to say, see what I’m dealing with?

“Oh,” Hamal intoned, a hint of mischief in his eyes. He looked from his husband to Sra. Amilcar and then repeated, “Sorry, very little Antivan, very bad. I can explain: We are married! On our honeymoon.”  He made sure to speak loudly enough that his strongly accented Antivan rang clear out across the brothel. “Where can I pay? I will pay everything. A gift for my husband!”

By now, the discussion had drawn the attention of others, who erupted into cheers at the declaration. Zevran grinned, simply beaming under Hamal’s confidence, and the way the prostitutes shouted encouragement and praise: What a doting husband! What a thoughtful gesture! Were they open to adding a third?

Meanwhile Sra. Amilcar had grown quite pale. Swaying a bit on her feet, she seemed to steel herself before taking a deep breath and stating loudly, “Enough! I will call the city guard if you do not leave, NOW!”

-

All things considered, this was much farther than Zevran had ever expected to get.

Nevermind the fact that they now found themselves on the street, having been swiftly expelled by the brothel’s security. The visit had been enlightening, and not entirely a waste. For instance, he knew now that the brothel was still running, and under the same management, too. But the reaction he’d met within had been troubling.

“I am sorry.” Hamal grimaced. “I may have made things worse. I should have waited-”

“She had already decided to kick me out when you showed up,” Zevran assured him. “But it was very fun to watch, amor.”

“I am glad you had fun. I cannot recall ever seeing you so unhappy in a brothel, ma vhenan.”

Zevran laughed softly. He did not respond.

“You seem distracted,” Hamal observed after a moment. “What happened?”

Zevran looked up, and found Hamal’s eyes on him. “That woman in charge,” he said with a frown. “She was afraid of me.”

“Afraid? Why?”

“I cannot rightly say. I suppose I was drawing too much attention. Everything was fine when she thought I was just another customer to charm. But as soon as some of the older prostitutes recognized me, she suddenly became quite concerned. She forced them upstairs and pulled me into her office, where you found me.”

“They recognized you?” Hamal asked.

Zevran let out a sigh, mulling over the unexpected influx of memory and feeling. It was more than he’d expected. More than he’d been prepared for.

“They did,” he said, voice softening. “They were pleased to see me. They greeted me like an old friend.”

“Did you recognize them?”

“Yes, in fact. Sofia and Nadia. They and another young woman named Adelmar used to take turns watching me and the other children.”

“All these years and they did not forget you! You must have left quite an impression,” Hamal suggested, with a smile.

Zevran considered it; then he grinned, and an exuberant little laugh escaped him.

He had never expected to be remembered.

He remembered El milagro, of course, because he had suffered so much there. But here were people who had lived beside him, and watched his childhood years from their own perspective. In a sense they were witnesses to a crime, though they did not even realize it.

“I must speak with them at once,” Zevran said earnestly. “They could tell me things about my past. About my childhood. About the Crows.”

Hamal nodded. “We must find a way to get past this Amilcar woman. But for now,” he added, glancing at the first-floor shutters of Gloria Amilcar’s office, “I suggest we leave, before she calls the city guard.”

-

Gloria Amilcar peered through the shutters of her office window, watching the retreating figures of the two unwelcome visitors until they vanished into the distance. Being a woman of little imagination, she felt her heart rate settle almost instantly.

Thank the Maker, it had been taken care of quickly.

She shut the blinds and tucked a loose strand of hair back into her updo.

The situation with the Dalish boy—now a young man—had certainly been unexpected, but she had handled it, in her own opinion, with grace and intelligence. Now this Zevran and his strange foreign companion were gone, and they would not return again.

And why would they?

After all, what good would it do for them to dig any deeper? To linger nearby, esculcando where they shouldn’t and stirring up trouble? Even if they tried it, she would make sure they were swiftly taken away and locked up. Pull a few strings, pay a few guards. Send a strong message.

But it hadn’t come to that.

Feeling pleased with that conclusion, Sra. Amilcar went back to her desk.

It was her duty to keep such things from the workers. Threats to El milagro could imperil their all their livelihood in ways few could understand. Not only the wayward sons of politicians, or a dozen noble-born bastards to keep track of; running a brothel involved a lot of customer service—but she had hosts who took care of that. Mostly she handled the administrative side of things.

She tallied up totals and calculated expenses. She filed things that were necessary, or made it so that they were not necessary after all, ensuring the owner’s accounts were always in good standing. Obscuring a few lapses here and there. Falsifying birth certificates. The financial records needed to be completed by a deft hand, so the tax collectors wouldn’t dig too deeply into things. She was good at all this. El milagro kept her busy. She had no time for disruptions. No time for mess.

As she pulled out a list of supplies for the next month, she heard the door swing open.

“Is he gone?”

“Who?” Sra. Amilcar asked, without looking.

“That man,” Nadia said, and settled into the now vacant chair. “Zevran.”

“Ah,” Sra. Amilcar said. “Yes, he’s gone.”

Nadia regarded her closely.

She was a gem, and a gossip, a favorite of the customers for many years. Sharp-tongued and honey-eyed, Nadia had no surname, but she held half the city's secrets in her pockets—she'd even birthed a few herself—and she enjoyed a certain rapport with the brothel manager. Simply put she was irresistible, with her aged and deep-set features, which now focused into a critical and exacting look.

“Did you kick him out?”

Sra. Amilcar set an inkwell and fresh pen upon the table. She laid out her lists of supplies, her tally of accounts, and her roster of the brothel’s most productive workers, and only the faintest tremor of her right hand betrayed her.

“Money has been a bit tight, Nadia,” Sra. Amilcar said carefully. “I may have to let a few of the girls go if things keep up.”

“Sure,” Nadia hummed. “What is it he wanted anyway? I never get to see you make such a fuss, even when the clientèle gets rowdy, so…?” Under the sharp warning glare of the brothel manager, Nadia grinned. “Did he want to know about his mother? Is that it?”

Sra. Amilcar cleared her throat sharply. Unable to hold Nadia’s gaze, she  looked away, subdued.

“Yes,” she lied quietly. “And I told him the truth: We know nothing about it. It was all too long ago. He was understandably disappointed.”

“I see.”

Nadia watched her for a moment, allowing the silence that followed. When Sra. Amilcar said nothing more, she got up from the chair, and gathered up her skirts.

“Well,” she sighed, “I was just curious. No reason to dwell on the past. Not in this line of work, right?”

“Exactly!” Sra. Amilcar let out a little sigh, pleased to be understood.

A soft moment for Nadia to prod into. She stood beside the door, casting a glance over her shoulder.

“And Gloria?” she asked sweetly before leaving.

“Mm?”

“You will find a way to stretch the budget, won’t you? You’re so good at that. I’ve always said numbers were just one of your many talents.”

“Yes… well.” Sra. Amilcar paused. “You’re right, of course, Nadia. I’m sure I will figure something out.”

[kurung-kuring-aing]

RUKUN ISLAM

- perkawis Amal Ibadah teh tiasa ngajanggelek “ Lillahi Ta’ala”

-upama Iman-na parantos Tahkik,

-Tauhid-na parantos leres,

-atuh Ma’rifat-na leres,

-oge Sajatining Islam-na parantos kapendak.

- Amal Jariah, Sadrah, Soleh tumerapna dina prak-prakan ibadah Rukun Islam.

- Ari tumerapna dina hiji-hijina anu kawengku ku Rukun Islam mah sareng moal leupas tina SAREAT, TAREKAT, HAKEKAT, MA’RIFAT-na

-kieu geura :

◙ RUKUN ISLAM KA 1 “ SYAHADAT”

- Ari katerangan Syahadat mah, parantos cekap sakumaha dijelaskeun ti payun.

- Jariah - na :

atawa Syareatna Badan / Baham 

ngucapkeun Du’a Kalimah Syahadat.

- Sadrah – na :

atawa Tarekatna Antebkeun Ati/Qolbu,

eling muji ka Alloh ka Rosululloh bari pasrah Lillahi Ta’ala.

- Soleh – na :

atawa Hakekatna Bersih ti kahayang 

kaperluan kahirupan sangkan tiasa Awas (Tazalli)

kana Sifat Hirup.

- Ma’rifat – na :

Ngaraos kaliputan ku Dzat–Sifat Alloh.

Tah eta Dzat–Sifat Jatining Syahadat atawa Jatining Hirup

atawa Hakekat Muhammad.

◙ RUKUN ISLAM KA 2 “ SHALAT”

- Jariah - na :

atawa Syareatna Waktu dina Solat, wujud urang teh nuju janten Jariah Alloh, nuju di anggo : 

-Nangtung- Takbiratul Ikhram– Ruku– Sujud Lungguh.

- Sadrah – na :

atawa Tarekatna Syukuran kana ka-Agungan Alloh.

-Sumerah teu ngaraos kagungan Jasad, teu ngaraos kagungan kahayang. 

-Soleh – na :

atawa Hakekatna  Bersih, Suci Qolbu.

- NANGTUNG – NA 

NUJU HAKEKAT HURUF ALIP ( ﺍ )

- RUKU – NA 

NUJU HAKEKAT HURUF LAM AWAL ( ﻞ )

- SUJUD – NA 

NUJU HAKEKAT HURUF LAM AKHIR ( ﻞ )

- LUNGGUH – NA 

NUJU HAKEKAT HURUF HE ( ﻪ )

- TAKBIRATUL IKHRAM – NA 

janten Hakekat Tasjid ( ω )

- Ma’rifat – na :

Awas Qolbu ka Nur Muhammad

( Narun, Hawaun, Maun, Thurabun),

-eta anu baris nepikeun ka

Dzat–Sifat Nu Maha Suci.

◙ RUKUN ISLAM KA 3 “ ZAKAT”

- Jariah - na :

atawa Syareatna sakumaha umumna mere ku beas, ku duit, ditarima ku fakir miskin, ku yatim piatu.

- Sadrah – na :

atawa Tarekatna Dina nuju 

Sholat Daim (Tazalli)

- Soleh – na :

atawa Hakekatna Bersih, Ikhlas ngazakatkeun diri ka Nu Maha Suci.

- Ma’rifat – na :

Sing Ngaraos ilangna Rasa Jasmani,

-tanda ditarima ku Nu Maha Suci, kasilih ku Nur Muhammad.

RUKUN ISLAM KA 4 “ PUASA”

- Jariah - na :

atawa Syareatna Wujud urang teh nuju janten Jariah Alloh, nuju di anggo ngarasakeun kumaha rasana nahan lapar, hanaang, birahi, dina waktu siang.

- Sadrah – na :

atawa Tarekatna Dina nuju 

Sholat Khusu (Tazalli)

- Soleh – na :

atawa Hakekatna Bersih,

tina hawa nafsu anu goreng anu mawa kana pibahayaeun/mak’siat.

- Ma’rifat – na :

Kedah panggih sareng Romadhon anu sapertos Bulan Purnama caang jiga tanggal 14 (opat welas).

◙ RUKUN ISLAM KA 5 “ MUNGGAH HAJI”

- Jariah - na :

atawa Syareatna Wujud urang teh nuju janten Jariah Alloh,

-Zarah ka Kuburan Nabi Muhammad Rasululloh SAW,

-teras ka Mekah Zarah ka Baetulloh.

- Sadrah – na :

atawa Tarekatna Dina nuju 

Sholat Khusus/Tazalli.

- Soleh – na :

atawa Hakekatna Bersih,

-ngalebur dosa urang,

-ilang Rasa Jasmani,

-ilang Rasa Rohani,

-tinggal Rasa Nurani (Rasa Alloh) anu tiasa nyusul raratan Alloh. - dalilna :

“ KULLI UMATIN WA RASULLIHI”. Hartosna :

Dina sakabeh umat pada katetepan Rosululloh, tegesna Rasa Alloh.

- Ma’rifat – na :

Kedah ngarasa ngahiji 

-Jasmani sareng Rohani, -ngaraos nikmat gumulung antara - HIRUP – RASA – WUJUD.

- Tah kitu tumerapna 

JARIAH, SADRAH, SOLEH, sinareng 

SAREAT, TAREKAT, HAKEKAT, MA’RIFAT 

dina prak-prakanna Rukun Islam nu 5, saban Rukun 4 (Sareat-Tarekat–Hakekat–Ma’rifat) 5 x 4 = 20. - Geuning eta Sifat 20 teh mangrupa Sifat-na Alloh. - Jadi Sifat 20 teh tina Islam .

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[the-hem]

Ezra 8: 4. "Hotter Weapons."

The introduction to the chapter suggests Refuge is a product of evolutionary pressure. It is the product of resistance and adaptation to threats to the clan or commune from outside itself.

We are well past that kind of thing now, and with our hot and cold running water and internet have the luxury of focusing on the ideological threats that slip through our walls rather than those from the wild. And to this end, we need never start over.

We no longer have to tell people not to take slaves from Africa and bring them over on ships to America, we grew out of it. This is now unthinkable. Everyone can legally marry whomever they want, change their genders, and seek family planning services to their hearts' desires but unlike our former tradition for slavery, which had arguments pro and con like these, we haven't quite gotten over them yet. We need hotter weapons:

4 of the descendants of Pahath-Moab, Eliehoenai son of Zerahiah, and with him 200 men;

Pahath -Moab= The well of the father's traditions

Eliehoenai= into God go my eyes

Zerahia=and the leprosy ends in the rising of the sun.

The verb זרח (zarah) means to break out or arise, and may describe the breaking out of leprosy, to the rising of the sun, to an outburst of joy or glory.

Noun זרח (zerah) means a dawning. Noun אזרח ('ezrah) describes a native (one who locally arose). Noun מזרח (mizrah) literally means place of rising, which is the east.

The Value in Gematria is 3052, לה‎ב‎, "blade", aka lahav, "to make the metal purer."

"The masculine noun להב (lahab), meaning flame (Judges 13:20, Isaiah 29:6). This word may also denote the blade of a sword (Nahum 3:3) or the tip of a spear (Job 39:23), but it isn't clear how the connection works. Is it because light flashed off these weapons, as BDB Theological Dictionary proposes?

Probably not because those implements at that time weren't very shiny. Perhaps it was because swords and spears were shaped like little flames. But in Hebrew nouns usually come from verbs, which means that things were usually known not for their shape but for some kind of action (see our awesome article To Be Is To Do).

In the case of these weapons, that action is probably the process by which they were made: through fire. In fact, the art of making a fire hotter was directly tied in to the art of making your metals purer, which meant the art of making your weapons stronger.

The hotter your fire, the stronger your military force, and the greater your chances of survival. In fact, the relation between fire, wisdom and life is quite obviously explored in the Bible."

We need to start hitting back. We need to start hitting back hard against people that refuse to follow the laws that protect human rights. This is the final horizon for Ezra on this world and God has commanded us to make every attempt to provide it.

[grimmshood]

i was thinking abt angst but couldnt find this in my writing tag so im posting it again. zarahjiwoon ficlet based off events in an old rp server, where ji-woon went kind of insane and kept getting into losing fights with people. theres murder in it too i guess

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she’s been huffing and puffing about something ever since the two of them got back to the hospital. ji-woon’s been humming the whole time, more occupied by some vague elevator music buzzing in his ears among the entity’s whispers.

she has him sitting on a gurney, medkit lying open next to him. she’d say he’s not hurt too bad, but she’d be lying. the gunshot wounds in his thigh are glaringly obvious from the blood seeping into his bright maroon and yellow pinstripe pants, and the bruises on his shoulders and abdomen have turned dark purple. there are several knife wounds across his chest and his lip is split, blood running from his nose down past his lips and onto his chin. he hasn’t said a word about any of it.

“you cause me so much trouble.” she grumbles. she shoves his trench coat down to further expose the bruises on his shoulders and look for any other cuts on his arms. when she doesn’t find any more, she looks up at him.

“take your pants off.” his eyes widen as his cheeks grow red.

“a little more forward than usual, aren’t we?” he teases. she furrows her brow, looking back up at him- then returning her eyes back to the fabric stuck to his leg, she notices the slight tent.

“ugh. that’s not what i meant. i’m just going to cut this off.” her face flushes as she reaches for a pair of scissors and roughly folds up a portion of his pant leg before cutting away. she tears the rest of the fabric off before starting to look closer at the wounds, lifting his thigh to look for where the bullet passed through his leg. she silently took the pant fabric and began wrapping it tightly around his leg.

“you really can’t feel any of this?” she ties off the fabric, then looks over and picks up a piece of gauze before wiping down the blood from nose.

“not at all!” ji-woon responds with a smile. she grunts, grabbing another piece of gauze and shoving it in his hand.

“put this in your nose for now.”

he obeys her order, sticking the gauze in and letting her push his head back, tilting his chin up.

she continues to clean his wounds, stitching what she can and dressing the rest.

she puts her hands on his cheeks, pulling him down to face her again. he looks incredibly stupid, but he put himself in this situation.

“i’m tired of seeing you get hurt. I know i did part of this.” she frowns. “but you keep making people upset. it doesn’t help that they already don’t like you.”

“it’s okay. i don’t need their approval anymore, i have you and her!” he gives another stupid boyish grin when he speaks. “nothing hurts now. i can’t feel anything, not even the pain.” she can feel her heart begin to crack. he doesn’t seem to care at all, even when people want him dead, and it hurts to watch.

“it hurts to look at you like this. i know you said you don’t feel anything,” she puts her forehead to his, trying to look into his eyes- “but even if it doesn’t hurt you, it hurts me.”

“it shouldn’t. i can survive it, and it makes Her smile, you know.” he glances upwards.

“i don’t care if it makes her happy.” zarah lets go of his face. “the stuff you’re doing makes everyone upset. and it makes us fight, and it fucking sucks. it’s miserable.”

“it’s entertaining, though, isn’t it?” he smiles again, and this time it doesn’t look so cute.

she braces herself, clenching her fist. calm down. don’t be rash. he stands up, picking up his coat, walking past her and through the halls of the hospital. she turns, following him out. he passes the front desk, stepping outside into the snow.

“it’s cold.” he spreads the coat out, wrapping it over her shoulders. she stares back up at him, bare chested and bandaged, noticing the way he shivers but doesn’t react to the cold. it doesn’t make sense. it’s stupid, and it’s hard to let him keep acting like this.

he takes a step forward, and everything freezes. she clenches her fist, staring at the blank smile on his face before she grabs him by the arm, feeling the sluggish force of time fighting against her. she pulls him forward, pushing him to his back on the ground.

and time begins again, her straddling him as she has one hand keeping him pinned to the ground.

“that’s the first time you’ve done your thing with me, isn’t it?” he giggles, giving her yet another smile. she clenches her fist again, raising it up in the air as it begins to vibrate and glow blue- but he’s still the one she loves, even if he’s not acting right. she hesitates, lowering her fist.

he pulls a hand up, dragging the hand pinning him down onto his neck.

“it’s okay. if you’re doing it, i won’t fight back.”

she bites back the sob in her throat as she looks down at him, smiling so happily even when she’s thinking about hurting him. it doesn’t feel right, but she can’t handle him like this. she misses when he was mean, when he’d actually fight back.

his hand travels up her arm.

“it’s okay. you can cry. it makes it better.” he puts his hand out towards her free hand, gently pushing her fist open. “it’s more intimate do it like this,” he continues, pulling her hand onto the other side of his neck.

she sniffles, squeezing her eyes closed.

“my love. it’s alright. i’m not going to be mad at you. i’ll come back.”

he pushes her hands further, and she slowly grips his neck tighter.

“like that. you’re a good girl, you know. everything will be okay,” he smiles again. he puts one hand on her cheek, gently brushing away the tears welling in her eye.

“i don’t know. i can’t do this. i need you to be yourself again.” her head falls, hands squeezing harder.

“please…don’t be upset.” she begins to sob, feeling his windpipe close under her grasp.

“i need you back so we can fix this. i can’t do this by myself.” she presses even harder, squeezing her eyes shut. he gasps, and she keeps her eyes closed as she hears him fall unconscious. she keeps her hands wrapped around his neck, squeezing as hard as she can.

when she feels his hand loosen from her cheek, she opens one eye to look. she leans down, pressing her ear to his chest to check for his pulse- when she doesn’t hear anything, she loosens her grip.

“i’m sorry.”

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[arzodae-a]

there may not be an snowpiercer rpc yet but i’m adding zarah & she’s gonna have a t100 verse and honestly i would like to write her asap so if anyone is interested pls 

[ariy1]

Can you give some facts on the ROs?

. Robin (M/F) Robin is as ruthless as they are charming. With a penchant for violence and the cunning of a wolf, they are a formidable opponent. They’re the Wraiths top operative and an assassin known in the underground as the shadow of death. No one has escaped them and now you’re their next target.

Robin enjoys the hunt and finds you fascinating like a new species of beetle they’d like to dissect. Underneath the cruel smirk is a long story of grief and anger. Wraiths never have a happy backstory and Robin is no exception. They’re slow to trust but they know when they’ve been played and with everything colliding in the Wraiths hierarchy, it’s best if they stuck by you.

Robin has silver gray eyes, Straight rich black hair which is chest length for female Robin and chin length for Male. Their pale ivory skin has many scars hidden underneath dark turtlenecks and leather jackets.

2. Agent Gene (Eugene/Eugenia) Orwell (M/F/NB)

An Omega and Agent in the Special Investigations Bureau. They started off as part of the TAC teams but after a particularly grim breach assignment shifted to the SIB. Now their days are spent solving top brass murders and govt sponsored investigations.

Orwell is decent and professional if nothing else. They’re warm and kind most of the time. However it’s in your best interest if you stick to their good side. Gene can be brutal when they want to be.

Like most of this Earth, they have no clue that you’re a beta and with your lack of credible records they’ve got an inkling that there’s more to you than meets the eye. They have close ties with the Minister so you’ve crossed paths in the past. However you must tread carefully because they are on to you.

Gene has Umber skin, hazel eyes and curly black hair.

3. Major Zahir/Zarah Ghaffari (M/F)

Gruff, immovable and a grade 12 Alpha. Major Ghaffari is the Commander of Team A. Minister Nagai handpicked this team and all their assignments and operations come from him. Ghaffari is loyal and a brilliant soldier. Their team respects them immensely and would march into fire if they ordered it.

Problem is that Z hates you.

Not that you blame them. You’re the reason two of their team mates are dead. Little do they know that it was a sanctioned hit from the higher ups. Ghaffari thinks of you as a government stooge, a two faced jackal with no loyalty. It doesn’t help that you’re not answerable to anyone but the Minister who lets you off the hook for the most serious transgressions. The rest of their team agrees with their Commanding officer. Most despise you while few others give you the benefit of doubt.

Zahir/Zarah have forest green eyes, light brown skin and dark brown hair.

4. Alex Carrington (M/F)

The elusive Sigma who had kept their powers repressed for so long, it pressed for release in the form of a grade 12 blast. Alex’s parents divorced when they were ten. After the separation, their grandmother dumped them in a private boarding school and disappeared from their life. Alex grew up repressed, polite and desperately lonely. They’ve been bullied for most of their life and prefer the company of books over humans. However ever since the incident, they’ve changed. They’re more aware, less afraid and have way too much snark for one person. They’re confused, lost and afraid of themselves.

Till you find them.

Underneath those sandy waves is a pragmatic and intelligent brain. It’s up to you to help them harness their potential.

5. Doctor Kai Nagai (M/F/NB)

Kai has their own issues, most of them stem from the fact that their uncle is a Minister. The leading authority on Metas, Kai is the best chance you’ve got at deciphering your latest problem.

Kai and you go way back and they are perhaps your only true friend. Fed up with the dark cuts and the cruelty of this hidden world of Metas, Kai has retired to the countryside and now spends their days teaching in a Medical school.

Their mood ranges from dry sarcasm to bouts of twisted jokes at your expense. It doesn’t help that they’re recently divorced as their partner cheated on them. They’ve given up on their life and you might just be the break they need.

Kai has black hair with streaks of premature grey, obsidian eyes and beige skin.

6. Chase Nicholson (M/F)

A typical jock who can’t stay still for more than five minutes. They went to the same University as Alex and have seen them in passing. But unlike Alex who was at the bottom of the leader boards, Chase was popular and had a bright future as a professional football (Also known as Soccer) player.

Being a repressed Alpha, their abilities have blossomed recently and they’re having trouble calculating their own strength.

Guess who’s the punching bag?

You have no idea how a grade 0.3 was magnified to 12 overnight but it’s up to you to bring them in.

Chase has Auburn hair, blue eyes and peach skin.

This is the background. If there's anything specific you want to know do ask.

[missaudreystiara]

5, 10, and 12 for the fandom asks! <3

5: what is your favourite over used trope?

I’m basic, so I’m a sucker for enemies to lovers - preferably done well, but I’ll take it even when it’s done rubbishy (see brakenight … sort of friends/comrades to sort of enemies to lovers 😂)

10: characters that deserved worse?

I’m gonna do Snowpiercer ones only, mostly because I don’t think I have strong enough opinions on other characters at this point in time 🙈

Wilford, for obvious general reasons but mostly for Audrey based reasons 🖤

Zarah … I think I dislike Zarah less now than I did, but I still think she got away with far too much to have such a perfect (in the context of Snowpiercer) ending… currently at least 😂

… Ben 🙈 but this is actually a tricky one because I don’t think Mel deserved worse and for whatever reason, her happy ending seems to be tied up with his 🤷🏻‍♀️

12: if you could change one ending to a book/show/game/etc, what would you change about it?

This is really interesting! I think I might need to cheat a little, because it isn’t strictly speaking the ending (though it was for a while) and say Torchwood series 3! This was my OG obsession and it absolutely crushed me when Ianto was killed off (genuinely sobbed - proceeded to carry on writing over 200K words of fanfic about him circa early 2010s 😂), and I’d have loved the series to end in a way that meant he didn’t have to die! I never really wrote s fix it for it though… just added more pre canon death or AU nonsense haha!

Thank you for asking 🖤

[wingsofhcpe]

Characters of Snowpiercer & their Pokémon partners:

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Melanie: Metagross and Eevee (Mel needs something steep-type since she's an engineer, but seeing as she's posing as hospitality she also has an Eevee that hangs out with Ruth's. It evolves into Glaceon because ice-type).

Layton: Lucario (has those strong fighter-leader vibes).

Ruth: Eevee (female, evolves into Umbreon, has an insane rivalry with Kevin's Eevee)

Josie: Pidgeotto (idk the vibes work, and it can also mega-evolve to fit Josie's arc of being biologically enhanced by the Headwoods)

Miles: Pikachu (yeah, cliché, but tell me they're not perfect partners. That's right, you can't, because they are).

Winnie: Cubone (for those who know its lore I'm so sorry. For those who don't, Cubone basically wears the skull of its dead mother and wails all the time. You're welcome).

LJ: Purrloin (prim and proper but also nasty af kitty. It's a male and she names him Snowpeter like her actual cat in the show).

Zarah: Ditto (NO LOOK I PROMISE THIS ISN'T A DISS, Zarah is super adaptable and able to survive so what better partner for her than the Pokémon that can mimic anyone/thing and thus camouflage itself perfectly everywhere?)

Till: Mightyena (woof woof police doggo)

Osweiler: Houndour (woof woof police doggo but a little spicy)

Jinju: Vaporeon (they swim in the aquarium together)

Roche: Arcanine (big spicy woof woof police doggo. Not my fault all police officers in the Pokémon anime have these as their partners 😭)

Audrey: Delcatty (fancy pretty Pokémon that can also fight yes? Yes).

Boki: Aggron (I mean just look at it. It's perfect for him. The vibes are the exact same).

Ben: Magnemite (these funky lil dudes are one of my faves and an engineer should have an electric/steel type with them at all times).

Javi: Bronzor (clever metal plate boi for our clever engineer).

Alex: Zorua (mischievous little pupper, also in one of the movies the baby Zorua lost its mom, so. They reunited in the end tho so hoping it'll be the same for Mel and Alex).

Wilford: Ninetales (look at that fancy motherfucker. Need I say more? Plus it's canine enough. And ofc he names her Jupiter).

Kevin: Eevee (male, evolves into Espeon, has an insane rivalry with Ruth's Eevee)

Strong Boy: Cutiefly (I'm a sucker for huge masculine macho guys having real cute and dainty Pokémon ok. Also it's the only Alola Pokémon that I actually love. Ok fine Rowlett too but still).

Pike: Wartortle

Murray: Charmeleon

Z-Wreck: Ivysaur (each of Layton's original three group members having one of the first generation starters does it for me ok).

Amelia: Beautifly (best butterfly Pokémon).

Mr. Headwood: Nidorino

Mrs. Headwood: Nidorina (Nidorina and Nidorino are counterparts and they're part poison-type which ties in with the Headwoods being mad scientists, they can help with anaesthesia and stuff).

Icy Bob: Glalie (big angry ice ball that's not so bad if you look closely! Ideally, mega-evolved Glalie since it ties in with the fact that Icy Bob himself is biologically enhanced).

This is mostly a byproduct of me being exhausted, running on too little sleep and too much anxiety so, you're welcome, also @onetrainsnowpiercer I included explanations since you said you weren't familiar with Pokémon at all, hope this helped 🥰

[julesnichols]

Out of our main (& secondary) characters, write in list form who's most likely to least likely to die next.

First off whoever you are you sent this twice, so if that's because you wanted it to go to someone else too you should try again for them!

Anyways hopefully I haven't forgotten anyone, and this was really hard to figure out.

Also, feel free to add your own thoughts to this if you'd like to anyone! Just be civil please.

Under the cut because it got long:

1. Audrey— I'd hate it, but like it makes unfortunate sense to some extent because they don't seem to know where she's going, I hope that I'm wrong!

2. Ben— also hate this, but he's the most expendable engineer, this prediction grows if Melanie is alive because aside from Miles all of the other engineers will have resurrected at one point and I'd THINK would have more plot armor because of it

3. Oz— I think that he's about to girlboss too close to the sun

4. Miss Gillies— there's that one promo of her with a machine gun, cannot imagine THAT going well!

5. Pike— see my reasoning for Oz, except less because Ruth is a risk the way LJ is and more because he hates Layton and is probably gonna revolt

6. LJ— less likely than Oz but I could see if she was enough of a threat Oz killing her in self defense, please let's not do this though I might dislike her but I dislike the idea of her or Oz physically harming one another even LESS because domestic violence is not great

7. Asha— doubtful they'd kill off a new character however, if she's a threat I could see it

8. Zarah— I kinda doubt it, because they've shown she'll do what it takes to survive, but she's also been in a lot of horrible situations so

9. Till— I like her a lot, but she also doesn't have that much of a plot; however, unlike Audrey she's not been in league with someone dangerous though

10. Roche— I don't think they'll go there, but uhh he's Going Through It so

11. Mrs. Headwood— see: Roche

12. Sykes— I think she's pretty safe, she defected

13. Pelton— I would think that she's probably safe, but they sure do be killing minor characters this season!

14. Lights— they also do be enjoying killing tailies this season, so honestly this is a tie with Pelton

15. Ruth— I highly doubt it, but like she's playing a dangerous game now

16. Layton— he may also girlboss too close to the sun this season

17. Miles— I hope not, and that they let him do his offscreen thing still, but who knows!

18. Melanie— if she's somehow alive, I think she's the least safe of the resurrection squad given I don't know how much Jennifer wants to be around

19. Josie— the first of the resurrection squad, and the one in the most peril; honestly most of the resurrection squad is tied tbh

20. Javi— see: Josie, except he's in slightly less danger

21. Alex— she's a kid so I think she's the second safest

22. Wilford— he and Melanie are the only ones of the resurrection squad I'd argue who are NOT tied with the others; I'd say he's the safest because Sean Bean doesn't wanna play characters who die anymore

[be-good-be-safe-be-kind]

haven't read much newer comics, but have lotsa thoughts 'cause tis the season

by season i mean it's rosh hashana and even being on my computer means gehenom but whatever. not the point right now. not really. point is moon knight and jewish stuff and religion and wrestling with god which sounds much cooler than it actually is. like c'mon. wrestling. with god. sounds fun. not really.

marc being jewish and dissociative is part of what drew me to him because same hats (even if at the time didn't have the words for hats). guy's dad was an orthodox rabbi, like mine, and his dad's parents went through the holocaust, like my dad's family. marc made it to the army, which as i'm sat here kinda thinking moon knight thoughts, memories of wanting to do the same are showing up. less of wanting and more of… like expected to, to go to the idf instead of usarmy, because why else would my ancestors have allowed me to live. how else am i supposed to show that i'm grateful to god, since it's not like i can have kids and fostering and/or adoption isn't enough around here.

also thinking of the panels i think in lemire's run (not getting up to check because then focus will really go out the window) where marc finds himself wandered into an active minefield, and how it could've been someone else, not like he's sleptwalked there, and the prospect of that is frightening. not to say that the other army crap isn't, it absolutely is, but anyway. focus.

marc and khonshu's relationship in lotsa comics looks to me like, khonshu expects marc to be his avatar, while marc sorta uses khonshu as an avatar for hashem. which, yeah, borderline or actual avodah zarah but shh. part of the difficulty with being jewish in a christian culture is seeing statues, necklaces, images of saints and apostles and all that, of getting used to seeing that they've got physical outlets for their god, while the closest things we have are tefilin and talitot and bimahs and arks (blanking on the hebrew) for the torah. and those things are mainly behind closed doors, meant to be between congregants and god, no one else. but with all of marc's religious trauma (using this phrase bc even in the comics where he doesn't find a nazi in the shul basement, there's a lot of baggage and internalizing of jewish values and history that hurts him) going into a shul is unlikely to happen.

having khonshu as a statue in his house, as a floaty guy around his shoulder, as a voice in his head - khonshu as any sort of being with the ability to respond when he asks questions, khonshu who gives commands and marc isn't saying 'heneieni' but 'what the hell do you want now' - having khonshu as an avatar is kinda like, i can talk back. i can maybe see consequences of my actions, can maybe see how a god views people, can allow crap to happen, but i don't have to accept it. i can be the hand of justice or revenge or whatever because deep down i have the need for justice and helping and wanting things to be okay, and he grants (heh, grants) me the means to do so, so what the hell, why not use him the way he uses me. (trying to keep focus on comics, specifically ones mentioned, so sorry steven you're sitting this out even though got lotsa things for you).

the specifics of khonshu being an egyptian deity has always been a slap to the face. oh, the society that enslaved and raped, that kidnapped and murdered jewish babies? the place and the people who said 'worship like we do or be tortured to death' and despite that, people served hashem? congrats, one of those gods is your savior now. like a perverse reverse yam suf, instead of crossing out of egypt and into the desert with hashem on his side, marc goes deeper into the tomb and khonshu pulls him out. there's the 'oh well he wasn't written as jewish then' and the 'maybe he didn't know he was jewish' but still. and once the awareness of his past, of his religion, becomes clearer, the relationship with khonshu is still like it had been. god says this, you say why, he makes an argument that sort of aligns with what you wanted anyway, so you go along with it. or he plays the 'i brought you back from (the brink of) death, don't think i won't put you back where i found you' card, or the 'if you're not my avatar, someone else will be, so what i say, goes' card. also the threat of khonshu leaving, at some points, i think is what keeps him around more than the threat of dying without his help. like yeah okay, the suits and the gadgets are nice, and he can (and has been) moon knight without them and khonshu, but there's something about a kid who has lost so much, who has heard about and witnessed death from a young age, that the thought of someone who's meant to stay with him leaving keeps him in line more than the thought of dying. plus khonshu addressing him as 'my son' - not 'son' like 'buddy' or 'man,' my son. 'mine.' you belong to me and you're my responsibility and i will take care of you and also fuck you up in ways you didn't even know were possible, sometimes in the name of love.

back to the 'wrestle with god' thing, jake being named jake is bonkers and i love it. yeah, jake lockley was the cabbie, was an alias, whatever. jake. jacob. yaakov. the patriarch who wrestled with god or one of the angels or whatever and won. whose reward or condemnation was being called yisrael after, to have the weight of a nation on his shoulders. iirc lockley was at elias's shiva in a comic. he speaks yiddish. his shtick is being a people person, wanting to keep his neighborhood safe. jake being a religious, jewish aspect is almost accidentally genius. he's always been the one on the streets, with the people (which historically, may have been well-intentioned but the racism and discrimination in the writing is big yikes), with listening to crawley and gena and passengers not just to get intel or whatever, but because that's who he is. he listens because he cares, because he wants to help, and those then usually get translated to another aspect helping in his own way. (side note for another time, don't get how a lot of fandom views jake as 'the violent one' when marc's canonically been with militaries and a mercenary forever, while jake's sometimes hit people with the cab).

judaism in general is a lot of questioning - it's encouraged, you're not meant to know things and obey them because god said so (i mean you are, and there are specific mitzvot where the reasons aren't known to us) - and a lot of confusion, on a personal, individual level as well as communal and national ones.

marc struggling with who he is in a lot of contexts makes sense for many reasons, marc feeling guilty about things does as well, but the feeling guilty about sin doesn't, because the concept of sins and guilt around them aren't really jewish things. and not to say that marc has to be jewish in a specific way, or that he wouldn't be influenced by christianity around him, but when he's your pov character, i feel that should at least be addressed. maybe not by marc himself, since he doesn't and isn't expected to know these things, but like, he talks with other people. he has these conversations, he acknowledges that he needs to do things to help because if he doesn't, their outcomes rest on his shoulders. those pages where marc (or at least, the doc is addressing him as marc, i don't remember if i read this comic before) talks about being raised by a rabbi, of hearing stories that aren't 'just' stories, of doing 'what i was told was the right thing to do, no matter what my eyes, my ears, my soul told me. but did it help a single person?' of marlene and their kid being out of his life as a result - yeah, no wonder he prefers glib and angst. much less to deal with, much more subtext if anyone bothers to prod further.

there's the feeling of being lower than the lowlifes for not only leaving hashem but for joining khonshu, for leaving his family and friends for missions that hurt and harmed more than helped, despite what may have been said to him, and midnight mission is his now. it's channeling the misplaced, internalized crappy things and making them productive, which, maybe ironically, is the jewish guilt thing. it's stepping up to the plate as being part of the chosen people while trying to reconcile what that designation actually means vs what he's been told about it from a secular, antisemitic world, and trying to be okay with what he's doing.

the thing he says later 'no wonder i developed did. because i'd rather be anyone else other than that guy' - yes and no and it's grey. there's the compartmentalizing, the being told from a young age that personal feelings of pain and sorrow are less than communal one, and the feeling bad for feeling bad that you're feeling bad for yourself and not the plight of others. he's learned that he's selfish for things like self-preservation, because if it doesn't help others, who cares? yeah no wonder your mind's fragmented, you were in the opportune places and the opportune times around the opportune people for that to happen. but the 'wanting to be someone else so i became someone else' is trickier, choosing to act a different way doesn't really bring an alter out. ann nocenti's comics have a speech bubble that i think fits here to try describing my thoughts on this:

look into my mind and see the conflicting personalities of four men. steve[n], a man who stinks of too much wealth. jake, who owns nothing but himself and is happy nonetheless. marc, a mercenary who has destroyed men. and me, moon knight, a night stalker who fits to make the world a better place.

i guess what i'm trying to say about marc's earlier line, which maybe he's trying to say, is that these aspects of marc have been aspects for so long. everything he knows and thinks and does are in conflict with each other; no one taught him that it's okay to be having all these outlooks, and some actively told him that he was wrong for it, so of course it's no wonder these thoughts and feelings and actions manifest as contradicting guys. 'no wonder i developed did. because being anyone other than that guy back then would have killed me.'

tl,dr; original ask and op's response are wonderful, i'm just rambling without adding much

I....I tried to write a response to the latest Moon Knight discourse and ended up writing a 10 page annalysis on the first four years run of Moon Knight. I'm not good at things...

BUT ANYWAYS.

I haven't read City of the Dead yet (I will read it because I need to see the directions Moon Knight is being taken by each writer so I can keep up my scarily intense spread sheet), but I have seen the discussions and images.

While Marc is not practicing his religion, he is still wrestling with G-D.

He has wrestled with his own sense of self, his spiritualism, his upbringing, his family, his own life and death, and even swaying from being materialistic and giving up everything.

He wrestles with G-D constantly. Challenging the teachings, circles back to them, follows them, breaks them... Every step of his way has been in direct defiance or on the path.

He ran from his father's teachings to be violent and live a life of destruction and pain. In doing so, he learned guilt and forgiveness. He learned the value of life when he took it.

In his death, he saw his own mortality and then rejected it.

I also am starting to wonder if his relationship with Khonshu (comics only) is in his own mind a reaction to his relationship with G-D and his culture.

He serves Khonshu for the life he was given but he resents Khonshu for the path he has taken. He views the powers he was given as a gift and a curse. He goes long stints of ignoring him then grows angry when he calls out and Khonshu doesn't answer.

He argues with Khonshu, rebels, defies him, and always comes back. He hates him and he honors him. He wears the outfit, the mission, the symbols, but he is not going to pray to him or follow the path as dictated.

The biggest difference is that Marc would never declare Khonshu a superior god or outright worship him. He view Khonshu as a being that has a higher power, but that cannot control him. He was not made by Khonshu or in his image. Khonshu is a being that has latched onto him like a parasite and Marc speaks to him in challenge to his ideal of G-D.

I always found it interesting that Marc, written as a Rabbi's son, would fall in with an Egyptian god. A god that was probably around and being worshiped during the exodus.

I've always seen Marc's relationship with Khonshu as another way for him to fight who he is. Who he was supposed to be and who he turned out to be.

Steven, on the other hand, has never been a big Khonshu fan. He loaths the jerk and sees him for what he is (something the show got right). He accepts Khonshu because he recognizes that he can give Marc what he needs to thrive. Keep him alive. Keep him from harming them. Keep him fighting and searching for himself.

I think Steven is not exactly practicing the religion, but upholds a lot of the culture. He's fancy and snotty, but he likes the comfort of ritual.

You are 100% right that Jake is probably the one that keeps the faith in their system. He guards their soul and keeps them humble. He probably would have gotten along with their father to a point. Be a member of the people and help those that need it.

I don't see Marc as an atheist or a true agnostic, but at times he would probably claim he is. I think he is a man that struggles with his religious upbringing so hard that he accidentally embodies it.

While Moon Knight is about a lot of things, I think catholic guilt needs to stay with Dare Devil. I think Moon Knight is about finding and struggling with identity. Always has been. Identity of where you come from, who you are, who you were supposed to be, who you are spiritually and with yourself. Perhaps that is a very Jewish thing to seek?

And I think that this gets written very poorly at times and often forgotten. He will never stand outside of a church and moan about failing god and his culture. But he will put on a kippah and wonder about who he was supposed to be if he had seen that his father was not a coward, but a man trying to change his own path in a world that fell down.

Your analyses are brilliant, as always. What a gift to receive this in my inbox!

Marc's Jewish journey is the journey of so many Jewish people, especially in the decades following the Holocaust and the attempted eradication of the Jewish people.

MacKay describes this beautifully in his run. He captures the sorrow and anger that many Jews have felt towards G-d for the pogroms, the Holocaust, the thousands of years of persecution. Why has G-d abandoned us? Why should we worship a G-d who feels like He is indifferent to us and our suffering?

Marc's anger at G-d is understandable. He witnessed his father, an Orthodox rabbi, be measured and compassionate in the face of antisemitic violence. Marc wanted to take up the Shield of David and destroy those who would hurt his people further.

But that is not the way, not anymore.

After the Romans destroyed the Second Temple and razed Jerusalem to the ground in 70 CE, Judaism had to change. It had to adapt. The Temple was gone, the priesthood was destroyed, and the Jewish people had to figure out how to continue to offer up to G-d. Without the priests offering sacrifices to G-d in the Temple, how would the Jews continue on as a people?

Out of the ashes of that war, Rabbinical Judaism was born. Torah study became the way that Jews offer up to G-d, as it still is today. Judaism became a religion of learning, debate, and discourse, not a religion of war. That is how Judaism would survive.

It's understandable then that Marc would look at the nearly two thousand years of history that came after the destruction of the Second Temple and see only weakness. Jews were slaughtered by the hundreds of thousands. They were sold into slavery and forced to emigrate to Europe. They were sentenced to live in squalor in ghettos and slums. They lived in constant fear of violence at the hands of Christians. And once they seemed to have reached a place of equilibrium, a new Christian power would rise and force them to flee, convert, or die. Pogrom after pogrom, ghetto after ghetto, Jews were marched throughout history towards what was intended to be the utter end. The final solution to the "Jewish question." Then they would die by the millions in the kind of coordinated extermination that only the Romans had been able to attempt before.

Marc looks at Jewish history and he rightly sees a history of pain. He is filled with righteous anger at the way his people have been persecuted, and he wants to lash out. But his rabbi father tells him no, that is not the way. That is not who we are as Jews.

And so Marc rejects the G-d of his father, and he joins the military. He needs a place that will let him channel his anger. And when the military rejects him, he becomes a mercenary. And finally his anger reaches its logical conclusion: death. And yet he does not die. He is resurrected by a god who allows him to pursue justice in the way he has wanted to, through blood.

But Khonshu takes Marc’s righteous need for justice — “tzedek, tzedek, tirdof” (justice, justice you shall pursue) — and the old god twists it into a desire for vengeance and retribution.

Marc has never worshipped Khonshu as a deity, but he does contractually serve the old god as an entity of vengeance. He sees Khonshu as a means to an end — as a means to protect the vulnerable and enact justice on evildoers — and yet he knows deep down that this end doesn’t justify the means he used to get there.

There is a responsibility, a burden, to being a Jew. We are responsible for leading a moral and ethical life, and we are responsible for working towards justice and equality in society. Our duty is to community, not to individualist desires. We have an obligation to the mitzvah of tzedakah, which comes from the word tzedek (justice), and means charitable giving that advances social justice. We have an obligation towards “tikkun olam,” or “repairing the world.”

These are all aims that Marc has pursued, and yet he’s pursued them out of a place of personal pain and anger. He has burned his life down more times than he can count, which has only fueled that pain and anger more.

Yet he’s still trying. And he’s starting to recognize what that pain and anger have cost him. As MacKay writes in the panels above:

“You couldn’t understand before why I take being the fist of Khonshu so seriously, when it’s cost me so much. Cost me everything. It’s because I don’t have anything else left. If I’m not the Fist of Khonshu, whatever I choose to understand that as, then I’m just Marc Spector, the man who makes the wrong choice every time. The man who threw away his religion, his heritage. Killed what family he didn’t bury. The man who brought harm and trauma to everyone who ever cared about him. The man who can’t breathe from the guilt closing over his head, thick as seawater and twice as bitter … I’d rather be anyone else other than that guy.”

While MacKay’s assessment of why Marc is part of a system is pretty problematic in these panels (really wish he hadn't included the line, "No wonder I developed DID," because that only increases stigma), MacKay does get the essence of the Jewish guilt that Marc feels.

Jewish guilt is not guilt for individual sin, like it is in Catholicism. This is one of the big problems that I have with the way that David Pepose is writing Marc in "City of the Dead." Feeling guilty about sin is a Christian notion, and doesn’t really figure in Jewish thought. Jewish guilt is the anguish we feel when we choose selfish, individualist aims that harm our community, our people.

And this is the beauty of MacKay’s run. MacKay understands Marc’s experience of guilt. MacKay’s Marc feels that he “[brings] harm and trauma to everyone who ever cared about him.”

And the natural resolution to that guilt, the way Marc is trying to atone for his actions that have hurt so many, is the establishment of the Midnight Mission. Marc starts the Mission without Khonshu’s direction. This is not part of his contract with the old god.

I think that in the Midnight Mission, we see Marc’s effort to reconnect with his Jewish faith. This is Marc trying to give tzedakah, this is his attempt at tikkun olam. He wants to serve the marginalized and disenfranchised, as he once did (during Moench’s original Moon Knight run). He wants to help his community, his people. And so he opens his doors to those that society has also rejected, and he gives them a home.

And this is really the path forward for many Jewish people. This is how we can channel our sorrow and anger at a legacy of thousands of years of persecution. This is what it is to be the "chosen people." As Jews, we are chosen to have extra responsibilities based on the covenant with G-d. A simple understanding is this: we are not "chosen" to be special; we are "chosen" to do the dishes. As Jews, it is our duty to pursue justice and help those in need.

And it is incredibly meaningful that Jed MacKay, a gentile, has taken the time and done the research to really understand this.