#aRIF

[francarieq]

✮ DIVINITY ✮

HI GUYSs!! how r u babbiz doing😋😋 i’m going away again after this😔😔 art production has been very scarce…..i sadly only pick up a pen on a random good day n it usually is just a doodle. how r my moots!! haven;t been catching up on ur art lately will get to that i promise!! idk what else 2 put here blueh but i hope u guys r well!!

[ruhurevan-tr]

Hüzünlü insan, Saklı bir inci ve korunan bir sırdır. Ancak onun gibi olan, onu tanır ve değerini bilir..

| İbn Arabi

[themetaphorgirl]

the Lockwood & Co tag on twitter today is about Arif, so I figured I would share a snippet from a fic I started a while back!

(I’ll post more things soon, including a Patron Saint chapter that’s in progress- it’s just that on top of everything else we just found out our landlord is selling our house and we have to move, which is…a lot! I’m big stressed! but I’m trying to write!)

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The bell over the door jangled merrily as it opened and a light breeze ruffled the “grand opening” banner hanging overhead. “Hello, welcome!” he called from behind the register.

A little girl zipped ahead of her family and made a beeline for the candy display. “Ooh, Daddy, look!” she chirped, gazing at the jars of lollipops and taffy.

Her father held the door open as he ushered his wife inside. “Just a second, Jessa,” he laughed. “Wait for us to catch up.”

“Oh, it’s lovely in here,” the wife said. She had a blue and white striped baby sling crossed over her chest and she absently patted her baby’s back as she looked around. “Imagine, just a few months ago this was a taxidermist’s shop. This is…this is a drastic improvement.”

“Fewer things staring at you from the window,” her husband agreed.

He grinned. “Glad to hear it,” he said. He held out his hand. “I’m Arif, nice to meet you.”

“Donald Lockwood,” the young man said, shaking his hand firmly. He was in his thirties, tall and thin, and a pair of silver glasses perched on his nose. “This is my wife, Celia, and our daughter-”

The little girl ran over to them. “Hello!” she said, holding onto the edge of the counter and raising herself up on her tiptoes to be seen. “I’m Jessica Lockwood, I’m six years old, my favorite color is pink. What’s your favorite color?”

Arif blinked. “Um…green, I suppose,” he said. “That’s not a question I’m asked often.” He grinned. “But I could have guessed your favorite color.”

Jessica beamed at him. She was dressed in a pink romper and a pink floral shirt, with pink socks and a pink ribbon tied in her dark hair. “I’m awfully fond of pink,” she said. “My bicycle is pink, I rode my bicycle all the way here.”

“We live a few blocks over on Portland Row,” Donald explained. “It was a nice evening and we thought we’d take a walk before curfew.” He ran his hand lightly over Jessica’s hair. “Especially since this one has been so patient waiting for us to take her out on her bike.”

“We’ve been busy because we have a baby now!” Jessica said. She ran over to her mother, who was wandering around the shop looking at the shelves. “Mummy?”

“What, my darling?”

“I want to show Mr. Arif our baby!”

Celia Lockwood laughed and walked over to the counter. She was shorter than her husband but still rather tall and willowy; her long dark hair was tied in a loose braid down her back and her dark brown eyes were identical to her daughter’s. “Sorry, I got a bit distracted,” she said. She drew the edge of the wrap back. “Here he is, although I’m afraid he’s fast asleep right now.”

“That’s Ani,” Jessica informed him.

“It’s Anthony, actually, but we didn’t factor in a six year old’s inability to pronounce that name properly when we made that decision,” Donald said with a proud smile.

“Well, hello, Anthony,” Arif said to the sleeping baby. “How old is he?”

“Three months,” Celia said proudly. She ran her fingertips lightly over the soft dusting of dark hair on the baby’s head. “It’s been a bit of an adjustment getting used to having two children in the house, but Jessica’s been an angel.”

Arif crossed his arms and leaned on the counter. “Oh, so you’ve been a very good big sister?” he asked Jessica. She nodded solemnly. “Well, very good big sisters deserve treats.”

He went over to the bakery caseline and took out a vanilla cupcake topped in pink strawberry frosting. Jessica’s eyes went owlishly round. “Oh!” she said. “Thank you!”

Donald picked her up and set her on his hip so she could see better. “That looks like it was made for you,” he laughed. He kissed her cheek, then wrapped his arm around Celia’s waist. “Here, you pick out something too, dearest.”

“Ooh, there’s too many options,” Celia said. “Everything looks so good. Do you make everything yourself, Arif?”

“My wife and I do, yes,” he said. “We’ve been trying to open a shop of our own for years.”

“Well, I have a feeling we’ll be giving you a lot of business,” Celia said.

She ended up choosing a slab of shortbread glazed with caramel and Donald picked a slice of German chocolate cake, and Arif packaged everything up as neatly as he could. “Mummy, what about the baby?” Jessica said. “He needs something too.”

“Not yet, darling, he’s still too little,” Celia said. “He needs to be a bit older.”

Arif rang them up for the cake and the shortbread, but he stopped Donald’s arguments before he could get started. “The cupcake is on me,” he said, waving his hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about it.”

Nevertheless Arif caught Donald dropping several bills into the tip jar on the counter before he picked up the box, much more than the cost of the cupcake, but even if he hadn’t it was worth it to hear Jessica chattering happily to her parents about how excited she was. Through the window he could see her clambering onto her little pink bicycle; her parents followed behind her hand-in-hand, Donald holding the bakery box and Celia patting her sleeping son’s back.

“Nice family,” Arif said aloud to himself as he cleaned imaginary crumbs off his brand new countertop. “Very nice family, hope I see them again soon.”

[friaxza]

i want you all to stare at my god ocs thank you —

[super-novian-stuff]

[oolathurman]

[beyazsabununrenklikopugu]

Ben yandım

Ben yandım diyorum Züleyha yandım

Ülkemin yetim çocuklarını gördüm yandım

Sırtından vurulmuş memleket çocukları gördüm öz yurdunda garip çocuklar

Satılık bir zihniyetin ocaklara ne ateşler düşürdüğünü gördüm yandım

Ter bastı geceleri uyuyamadım yandım

Sen yanma dedin ikimizden başkasına yanma

Baksana bir Züleyha

Ne yürekler yanıyor

Bedenim yanıyor

İmanım yanıyor

Ülkem yanıyor, ülkem yanıyor, ülkem yanıyor

Ben ağladım  Viyana'da Sarıkamış'da

Öne eğilmiş başlar gördüm ağladım

Çaresiz analar gördüm çocukları için merhamet dilenen  analar gördüm ağladım

Yangın yerine dönmüş ülkemde hiç kimse için hiç birşey yapamamanın acısını duydum ağladım

Sen ağlama dedin ikimizden başkasına ağlama!

Kim bilir uzaklarda ne ocaklar sönüyor

Umutsuz ve çaresiz

Yarınından habersiz

Ne garipler ağlıyor

Ülkem ağlıyor ülkem ağlıyor ülkem ağlıyor

Ben ağlamışım çok mu züleyha

Sen gittin korktun ve gittin

Umudunu yitirdin gittin

Başka hayatları düşünmek ağır geldi yüreğine ve gittin

Mutluluk hayallerin benimle olmayacak diye korktun gittin

Dedim ya herkesin harcı değil bu sevda

Yıldın gittin

Dön de bir bak ardına

Neler neler gidiyor

Sıra sıra yiğitler

Omuzlarda şehitler

Koskoca bir vatan gidiyor

Ülkem gidiyor ülkem gidiyor ülkem gidiyor

Sen gitmişsin çok mu züleyha

[zainab123]

علامہ اقبال رحمتہ اللہ علیہ بیسویں صدی کے عظیم شاعر، دانشور، مفکر اور اسلام کے ممتاز ترین ترجمان تھے۔ علامہ اقبال رحمتہ اللہ علیہ کی فکر میں جہاں ہمیں اسلام کی حقانیت اور ابدیت کا اصول نظر آتا ہے وہیں اس میں حرکت، تغیر اور تبدیلی کا روشن پہلو بھی جھلکتا ہے۔ مکمل مضمون پڑھنے کے لیے نیچے دیے گئے لنک کو وزٹ کریں:

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[abdelhalim-benazzouz]

"Exister, Libre! Entre berbérité, islamité et laïcité", Livre de Fouad Benyekhlef, préface de Oumayma Hammadi.

De l'importance de la conscience de soi du peuple rifain et de l'auto-détermination et le libre arbitre.

[eyeoftheheart]

“The fully developed arif, gnostic, or Adept, had passed through many grades and a long course of discipline under various pirs, murshids, or spiritual directors, ere he attained to the gnosis (irfan) which viewed all existing religions as more or less faint utterances of that great underlying Truth with which he had finally entered into communion; and he neither conceived it as possible nor desirable to impart his conceptions of this Truth to any save those few who, by a similar training, were prepared to receive it.”

~ E. G. Browne, A Literary History of Persia, 1909, p. 424

[ruhurevan-tr]

Kim Allah rızasını temenni ederek ilimden bir şey taleb ederse, Allah Celle Celaluhu o kişiye istediğini yeteri kadar verir.

İbrahim en-Nehai, Darimi 1/71

[international-intelligence-inc]

CAN ANYONEASSIST MY FRIENDS' FAMILY IN SERBIA? SERBIAN PRESIDENT VUCIC HAS SENT DOWN ASSASSINATIONB TEAMS TO MNURDER HIS RIVALS AS MY FRIEND WHO SENDING MY PHOTOS HAS A FAMILY WIFE AND CHILDRENA ND HE NEEDS TO LEAVE TODAY FOR THE WEST? +1 862 403 4598 HE WILL ASSISTA NY COUNTRY ASSISTNG HIM. JILL STARR MY FATHER WAS FRIEDNS AND I SAW PRINCE ANDREW WITH THE GIRLS IN ARUBA WHERE MY FATHER DID POLITICAL FAVORS ANDMONEY LAUNDERING FOR VERNDERSLOOT HE HID NATOLY HOLLOWAYS' DEATH FOR HIS SON

[super-novian-stuff]

Punk’alling

[goarif]

[mandaloriwren]

Name: Arif, Designation Minder Eight

Role: Undercover SIS Spy

Species: Rattataki

Gender: Trans Male

Pronouns: he/him/his

Age: 33 galactic standard years

Height 5'6", 168cm

Very little is known about the Rattataki. He is trans, that is understood and respected. Other than that, his dossier in the SIS is empty of nearly any and all information. For years, he was undercover in the Empire, working in Imperial Intelligence as Cipher Four. It's taken a toll on his psyche but he was forced to stay under cover. When Imperial Intelligence fell, he was finally, finally able to return home.

But now, the Republic's changed. When Zakuul attacked, even the SIS was left straining at its seams. He waits to see where fate will take him next.

Notes

No healthy romantic relationships

Would like a nice normal boyfriend