#and noor means light

[storytellersumayyah]

THE GUIDE AND THE LIGHT: SEASON ONE, EPISODE ONE

The Guide and The Light are a series of comedic, romantic and soft short stories detailing the representation Muslims want but are never allowed to have. We all deserve to see ourselves fall in love and keep that love. We all deserve to have our beliefs respected and celebrated, instead of treated like a joke or insulted.

It's about giving my community what they want and turning conversations that shouldn't have happened in public into something we can all smile at. I hope you enjoy.

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EPISODE ONE: PILOT/THE WEDDING

SYNPOSIS: IT'S TIME FOR YAHYA AND NOOR TO GET MARRIED. BUT IF NO DAY CAN EVER BE TRULY PERFECT, THEN WHAT SHENAGIANS WILL OCCUR? AND MORE IMPORTANTLY, SHOULD ANYONE BE ALLOWED TO BE AS CUTE AS THESE TWO ARE?

It was the perfect day for a wedding. The sun was shining, the skies were clear- but not too clear- and it was the most comforting warmth the world had ever known.

But nothing in life was ever perfect. That was asking for too much. That was detracting from the beauty of being human. That was simply impossible. So, although it was the perfect day for a wedding, the weddings taking place were not going quite according to plan.

For Yahya and Noor, it meant things were not running on time. Which was normal, and their families had been expecting for things to be running even later than they were. But for Yahya, who had been dressed since mid-afternoon and had nothing to do since the walima was his responsibility and his almost father-in-law kept stopping him from helping, there was nothing left to do but twiddle his thumbs and remember how to say yes. And for Noor, who had created a spreadsheet to remember what times she had told people the wedding was starting, there was no reason for things to be running so behind schedule.

She told her sister as much.

“Noor, you probably built time in for us to run late. Also, don’t you always tell yourself one time knowing you’ll get out five minutes later?” Was her response.

Noor would’ve made a comment, but the make-up artist told her to smile so she could apply the blush and then the moment passed.

When her make-up was finished, and her dupatta draped over her head to cover her hair as she had instructed, she stood up.

“Sit back down!” Her sister, Khadija, shouted.

“Why?” Noor just wanted to sign the documents, give her consent, and move on with the day. The snacks she’d packed would only keep her appetite at bay for so long.

“It’s not ready yet.”

“Bajhi. I’m the bride and I’m ready. What else could possibly be needed?”

Khadija just looked at her. “I’m not dumb enough to tell you.”

Noor sighed and reached for her phone. Ten minutes behind schedule wasn’t bad. And it wasn’t reason to get frustrated with anyone. Khadija had been half right. When she had outlined the timeline of the day, she had built in time between events for them to run late. But it wasn’t five minutes. It was thirty.

She may have been organised, but her family were not.

“Hey. Is this really agitating?” Khadija asked.

Noor put her phone down. “No. Never. I’m getting married, and you’re here keeping me company. It would never be agitating.”

“Okay. Good. I promise we’ll be ready soon.”

And although her sister wasn’t the best judge of time, she wasn’t one to lie. So Noor smiled and squeezed her hand, aware that soon, the engagement ring would be around her neck and replaced with a silver band, it’s pair on Yahya’s finger for as long as they were meant to be together.

Ten minutes later, her sister stood up and closed the door behind her. Noor turned her head both ways to make sure her hair was suitably covered. When Khadija came back in, she was smiling.

“It’s time.”

They were having the Nikkah done in a separate room to the wedding reception. Yahya and Noor had specifically requested that. They wanted it to be done surrounded by their closest family, so the memory would be private and personal. It would just be them, the imam, their parents, siblings, and immediate aunts and uncles. As well as their cousins.

So it wasn’t as small as some intimate ceremonies, but they weren’t going to do it any other way.

Noor’s parents were waiting outside.

“Yahya just went inside. Are you ready?” Her dad asked.

She nodded, unable to keep the smile off her face. She had been practicing her solemn expression, as well as her soft smiles, but she couldn’t hide the joy. She was going to be married soon. She was going to be a wife.

Khadija walked in front of her. Noor’s parents held onto each of her arms, a gentle pressure. They didn’t get up on the stage with her. She sat opposite Yahya, who smiled shyly. She grinned back as the flash of a camera went off. And then she turned and saw the start of their new family as everyone stood together.

The imam was sat between them. “Are you both ready?”

They nodded in sync.

He stood up. “Salam everyone. As you’re aware, given the level of beauty in the clothes we’re all currently wearing, we’re here because Yahya and Noor have decided to get married. We will conduct the ceremony as is ordinarily done, and I will deliver a speech to the guests once everybody is sat down together in the reception venue. Good?”

“Yes!” Noor’s cousin shouted.

It removed any nerves.

“Excellent! Okay, if I could have the witnesses on stage please.”

Both fathers smiled at each other as they got on.

Noor had already read the marriage contract through. It was standard things in there, with very few additional clauses. The one that had made her laugh was about her hijab. Yahya was very politely asking her to only remove it if she felt like she had to, but that the definition of that excluded a white man announcing his feelings for her.

Yahya had also read the contract properly. Noor had said he was allowed one wife- which was fine by him because he knew he didn’t have the desire or capacity for more- and that if he was to become a politician, she would divorce him. He also understood that one. It had still been endearing to read though. They had planned for a future, and it was all about to become real.

“Noor.”

The sound of his almost-wife’s name pulled him from his thoughts.

Noor turned to face the imam. Her face glowed with joy and Yahya sat quietly as he admired her clothes. Her heel was slightly visible under the skirt of her lehenga. It was the perfect match to the golden embellishment across her clothes.

“I accept,” she repeated, all three times, when she was prompted to do so.

Yahya did the same.

The imam smiled and handed them both pens to sign the contract. Although the photographer was capturing the moment, Yahya knew the photos would never be shared beyond the people in the room. Nobody needed to know they signed their marriage contract with basic biros.

“Everyone cheer! They’re officially married! Yahya. Noor. The relationship between you is halal. Go wild, but not too wild because you know, people need time to adjust to the new situation and you deserve some time as just Yahya and Noor. You get me?”

Noor nodded as though it was a common conversation for her to have. Yahya just blinked a few times and smiled, mildly uncomfortable at seeing his former masjid teacher treat him like an adult man with a wife.

Oh.

“Well. We’re going to head to the hall to make sure everyone’s settled and ready, and then I’ll come back and grab the both of you so you can have your big entrance. We shouldn’t be more than fifteen minutes,” Khadija told them.

When Noor had booked the rooms, she had factored in forty-five minutes for this exact moment. But she wasn’t about to say that so she just nodded.

The imam closed the door behind him.

“Hi husband,” Noor said once the footsteps faded. She had moved to sit where the imam had waited. It meant that when Yahya looked up with softness all across his face, he was staring directly at her face.

“Hi wife,” he whispered, as though he couldn’t quite believe it was real.

Noor stared at him for a few moments more and then started giggling. “I can’t quite believe that we’re married.”

“Neither can I,” he said.

Noor closed the space between them by taking his hand and placing it in hers. Yahya had never believed in perfection, but the way they seemed to fit together so perfectly had him convinced it could be created.

“You look very handsome by the way,” Noor told him after a few minutes of drawing circles on his hand.

“Oh. Thank you. You look beautiful. Truly.”

Noor smiled, her hand still in his. Yahya marvelled at the softness. Even sitting down, he was still slightly taller than her. They were so close, and there was nobody around. So he leant over and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. She exhaled as he pulled back.

“That was nice,” she told him.

He smiled, feeling less anxious about being a husband already. “I’m glad. I don’t really know what I’m doing.”

“And you think I do?”

It was a teasing remark, but a genuine reminder. It eliminated the rest of the anxiety, and he wasn’t even shaking as they walked in together, their favourite nasheed playing as they climbed onto the second stage of the day.

Noor’s hand in his was a grounding and steady pressure. He shifted the way he was holding her to press his fingers against her wrist. Her pulse was steady, and he found himself breathing to match it. He hoped the rest of their lives would be like that as well: complementary and easy.

“I know everyone wants their food, but Yahya did specifically ask me to say a few words and lead everyone in dua first. That’s right- this came from the groom and has religious significance so you cannot complain.”

There was laughter all around.

“Marriage, as we all know, is an important part of Islam. But it’s not just about saying you’re husband and wife. It’s about being husband and wife. It’s about protecting each other. It’s about looking after each other the best you can, and facing things as a team. Marriage is about supporting each other through the good and bad times and meeting your loved one where they are. It’s not always easy. It’s not always fun. But it’s worth it. Allah will not give you what is bad for you, and Allah will not give you more than what you can handle. I want everyone, including our newly-weds, to hold onto that as best they can, even when it’s hard. Because it’s true.”

People were nodding along. Noor watched Yahya with love in her eyes, because she had no idea what to expect from the speech. Even Yahya seemed shocked by the care with which it was being delivered.

“Yahya, may you guide your wife to be better than she is now so you may both be rewarded. Noor, may you be the light of your husband’s eyes so he never loses the love in his face. May you both be good to each other for so long as it is right. May your marriage be filled with love, lightness and laughter for as long as it lasts. And may Allah make it easy on you both to build a life together. Ameen.”

“Ameen,” echoed around the room, and even the imam had tears in his eyes.

It wasn’t everyday you were aware of the number of people that were praying for you to have a good life.

“Right, and now that I’ve grown tired of the sound of my voice, food!”

There were laughs from everyone, and the flash of camera as more and more candid moments were captured.

“I must say, as exciting as today has been, I am ready to go to sleep,” Noor whispered, as Yahya gave her the perfect portion of rice.

“Would you like me to find you some coffee so you can get through the next few hours?” He asked, only half-joking.

“I have all the energy I could possibly need because you’re here,” she told him, not joking at all. He ducked his head, but the wide smile was still visible.

There wasn’t a single solemn photo taken. Noor’s first and new mother had never been happier.

Eventually, people started to say their goodbyes and the only people left were the immediate family.

“Are you ready?” Yahya asked, taking Noor’s hand.

For the first time that night, she felt nervous. But Yahya was rubbing across her wrist the way she had done for him earlier. It had been an unconscious thing that she had hoped would ground him in the moment. And it was doing the same for her. She didn’t need to think about anything but getting off the stage and following her family out.

“We’re going to miss you so much,” Khadija told her.

Noor laughed, grateful that her sister wouldn’t let her cry. “You haven’t lived with me for three years. And you’re going to see my next weekend for the walima anyways. It’s just six days, and we’ll be at work for five of them.”

Khadija shrugged. “You know what I mean.”

And Noor did. She had to build a life with Yahya. She had to meet his family, and make sure they got time as a couple. He had to do the same, but it was different for him. He’d already moved out once they got engaged so him and Noor would have somewhere to live together after the wedding. Noor hadn’t.

“Be good to each other,” Yahya’s dad said, hugging them both.

Yahya nodded, wiping at his eyes before anyone could comment. Noor frowned slightly, hoping he knew it was okay to be emotional. But he looked at her and nodded, as though he could already read her mind and she realised it was less about embarrassment and more about not wanting to have red eyes or tear-stained cheeks the entire night.

It made her smile though. Knowing that he wasn’t a pretty crier either.

“Well, I’m ready when you are,” Yahya said.

Noor turned around to wave at her family one last time.

Then she let Yahya help her into the backseat, grinning when he left the middle one empty so they could be comfortable. He smiled just as wide as he placed his hand in the gap between them, hers already there and waiting.

It had started to rain. But as they pulled up to the hotel, both more than ready to get into their room so they could change out of their clothes and so excited to go to sleep because nobody ever warned them about how exhausting it was to get married, it didn’t even matter. They just climbed out the car as quickly as they could and ran inside, not even caring that they were probably getting wetter than if they had just walked.

“Goodnight husband,” Noor said as Yahya turned the main light off.

“Goodnight wife,” he whispered, kissing her forehead once more before settling in next to her.

Before they fell asleep, Yahya and Noor both thought about the events of the day, still so shocked by everything that had happened. They both felt like they had looked amazing. The water pressure had been lacking. The food was better than when they had been looking at caterers. They had never been so exhausted before. Although the cake had almost been destroyed, it hadn’t been and everyone loved it. It had started raining and their clothes were never going to get dry without an actual rack. They had actually gotten married.

So, it wasn’t perfect.

But it was as close to ideal as life would ever get.

buy me a ko-fi!

[love-belle]

lo mein kayamat tak hua tera !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which everyone knows that they want each other, except for them and it's time that they change it.

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for when you find out forever waala love. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

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warnings - language

author's note - this is for my desi f1 fans and desi f1 fans only ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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[zvaigzdelasas]

Two 650-foot-tall (200-m) towers have risen in China's Gansu Province. Combined with an array of 30,000 mirrors arranged in concentric circles, the new facility is expected to generate over 1.8 billion kilowatt-hours of electricity every year.

While photovoltaic panels that directly convert sunlight to electricity are what most people think of when they hear the term "solar power," there is another method of harvesting the Sun's power that's been steadily developing since the early 1980s. Known as solar thermal or concentrated solar power (CSP), these systems rely on mirrors known as heliostats to bounce sunlight to a central gathering point. There, the concentrated beams heat a transfer fluid that in turn heats a working fluid. This fluid then evaporates, turns a turbine, and generates electricity.

In 2014, what was then the world's largest solar thermal power station opened in the Mojave Desert in the United States. [The] facility consists of three different towers surrounded by heliostat arrays and has a capacity of 392 megawatts. [...] The world's largest CSP, the Noor Complex Solar Power Plant, now operates in the Sahara Desert in Morocco where it churns out 510 megawatts of power.[...]

Much like the facility in the US, the Ghazhou solar thermal energy storage project will use multiple towers: in this case, two of them, both sharing the same steam turbine.

But unlike the US facility, where each tower is surrounded by its own field of heliostats, the Chinese project will deploy a field of mirrors set in overlapping concentric circles. The mirrors will then be able to follow the path of the Sun and reflect light to either tower in the most efficient way possible. It's an advance that will improve CSP efficiency significantly, says project manager, Wen Jianghong.

"The mirrors in the overlapping area can be utilized by either tower," he said. "This configuration is expected to enhance efficiency by 24 percent." Helping that efficiency along is the fact that the mirrors being used have a 94% reflection efficiency, meaning that most of the solar energy that hits them is beamed back to the power-producing towers.

17 Jul 24

[digitalconcept-fl]

Thursday, October 26th, 2023

A woman has been found guilty of handing over a three-year-old British girl for female genital mutilation (FGM) during a trip to Kenya, in the first conviction of its kind.

After a trial at the Old Bailey, Amina Noor, 39, was convicted of assisting a Kenyan woman to carry out the procedure in 2006. The conviction, which carries a maximum sentence of 14 years, is the first for assisting in such harm under the Female Genital Mutilation Act 2003.

The only other successful prosecution under the act was in 2019 when a Ugandan woman from Walthamstow, east London, was jailed for 11 years for cutting a three-year-old girl.

Campaigners said the verdict showed that the introduction in 2015 of mandatory reporting of suspected FGM was working.

The senior crown prosecutor Patricia Strobino hailed Noor’s conviction, saying: “This kind of case will hopefully encourage potential victims and survivors of FGM to come forward, safe in the knowledge that they are supported, believed and also are able to speak their truth about what’s actually happened to them.

“It will also send a clear message to those prospective defendants or people that want to maintain this practice that it doesn’t matter whether they assist or practise or maintain this practice within the UK or overseas, they are likely to be prosecuted.”

Strobino added: “Part of the challenge of this type of offence is the fact that these types of offences occur in secrecy. Within specific communities within the UK, although these offences and practices are prevalent, it is often very difficult to get individuals to come forward to explain the circumstances of what’s happened to them because there was a fear that they may be excluded or pushed away or shunned, isolated from their community.”

Previously, the prosecutor Deanna Heer KC said Noor travelled to Kenya with the girl in 2006 and while there took her to a private house where the child was subjected to FGM.

The crime only came to light years later when the girl was 16 and confided in her English teacher at school.

When spoken to, the defendant said she thought the procedure was just an injection and that afterwards the girl was “happy and able to run around and play”. But when examined in 2019, it emerged that the girl’s clitoris had been removed.

Noor appeared “shocked and upset” and said that was not what she had thought was going to happen, Heer said. According to an initial account, Noor described going with another woman to a “clinic” where the girl was called into a room for a procedure.

The defendant said she was invited in but refused because she was “scared and worried”. Afterwards, the girl appeared quiet and cried the whole night and complained of pain, according to the account.

In a later police interview under caution, Noor denied that anyone had made threats against her before FGM was done to the girl.

Heer said: “She was asked whether, when she arrived at the clinic or even before then, she felt she did not want it to happen. She said: ‘Yeah I thought about it but then, you know, got it done.’”

Jurors were told the defendant was born in Somalia and moved to Kenya at the age of eight during the civil war in Somalia. She was 16 when she came to the UK and was later granted British citizenship.

The defendant described what had been done to the girl as “Sunnah”, meaning “tradition” or “way” in Arabic, and said it was a practice that had gone on for cultural reasons for many years.

Giving evidence in her trial, Noor, from Harrow, in north-west London, said she was threatened with being “cursed” and “disowned” within her community if she did not take part. She told jurors that the threat gave her “pain”, adding: “That was a pressure I had no power to do anything about.”

The alleged victim, who is now 21, cannot be identified for legal reasons.

Nimco Ali, an FGM survivor who founded the Five Foundation, a global partnership to end the cutting of girls, welcomed the verdict.

She said: “It is incredible that the mandatory reporting by teachers and healthcare professionals – that we have fought hard for – is starting to pay off. A girl was obviously failed. She was let down by the system but she got some form of justice today thanks to the policies that we now have in place.”

She added: “We have to address FGM in the UK and everywhere by working together to address the root causes of the issue.”

Research in 2014 estimated that 137,000 women and girls are affected by FGM in England and Wales. Ali said this estimate needed updating urgently.

[daily-clicks-for-palestine]

When we extend a helping hand, we illuminate the lives of others and find meaning in our own. "The light of a candle loses nothing if it lights another."

I am Noor Al-Anqar from Gaza, where war has destroyed everything—my home, my memories, and everything I had lovingly built for my children. I invite you to be part of the light that helps us get through these dark times.

If you cannot donate, I kindly ask you to share my message so it may reach those who can lend a hand.

Thank you for your support and for standing by me during these difficult moments. Every word, every share, is a spark of hope lighting the path for me and my children.💡🙏

Here is the link to my campaign . 🖇️

https://www.gofundme.com/f/rebuilding-lives-a-mothers-plea-for-hope-and-safety-in-gaz?lang=en_US&utm_campaign=fp_sharesheet&utm_medium=customer&utm_source=copy_link

[arnab-factory]

Okay, I'm going to attempt to design Shahrzad's daughter, Leila Bint Shahrzad. (A quick name explanation: Leila means “night” in Arabic, and bint just means “daughter of,” and Shahrzad is obviously her mother.) First, let me paint you a picture of the personality I'm envisioning for her.

For starters, she doesn't attend Ever After High; she goes to a different school called A Thousand and One High. So, her destiny works a bit differently than the other characters. In that everyone in her school stories depend on the success of her story, she is both a narrator and a character in her own story. Her destiny is to marry her Shahryar and delay her execution for a thousand and one nights by telling the stories of everyone in her school until Shahryar grows fond of her and changes his mind about killing her.

Even though she loves all of her stories and has memorized the plots of all of them—her favorites being the sci-fi ones (in case you didn't know, yes, there are some sci-fi stories within the Thousand and One Nights)—she is not confident in her abilities as a storyteller. Even though she's been practicing ever since she was a child, she's terrified of letting her mother down, especially with her mother being the headmaster of her school. While she's clever, quick-witted, and resourceful, she is terrified of the heavy burden her destiny entails. “What if I'm not good enough?” “What if I mess up some of the stories and they go poof because of me?” “The fate of over 200 stories rests on my shoulders to keep them going.” “If I mess up a single story, will that end it all?” she lays awake at night, horrified by the weight of responsibility on her.

She lives in this state for a long time until one day she hears about a girl who refused to follow her destiny without her story going poof at a school far away called Ever After High. She then feels inspired to go to that school and do the same thing as the girl she heard about. She asks her mother if she can attend that school, and her mother agrees since the headmaster of Ever After High is an old friend of hers. She hopes he can set her daughter back on the right track, so she allows her daughter to go to Ever After High along with her best friend, Noor Ad-Din, daughter of Ala Ad-Din. (I refuse to spell it the fucked up way Disney spells it; like write it as the two words that it is. I could rant about this for days, but I'll spare you. I also split it to make Ad-Din the last name. Oh and Noor means “light” in Arabic like light from a lamp.)

That's what I have so far. I'm hoping to create a design that I like and one that is as detailed as a real EAH design.

[kafi-farigh-yusra]

Mujhe kuch urdu word sikha do please

As kisi ki Tareef karni ho jaise

Noor-e-hayat (light of my life)

Zohra jabeen (basically it means the one with a beautiful forehead)

Jaan e ghazal (life of my poetry)

Chashm-e-baddoor ( evil eye off)

Jaan-e-jahan ( love of my life)

Qalb-e-aziz ( essential for heart)

Manzoor-e-nazar (loved by my sight)

Jaanum (life?)

Yaar-e-man / yaarum (lover of my heart)

Hum nasheen (companion/saathi)

Jaan-e-tamanna (the voice of my soul)

Haseen-o-jameel (beautiful)

Naazneen, hoorain (beautiful eyes)

Chehra-e-mahtaab (a face like moon)

[ol-files]

etymology of the names

Nora : "Nora" can be traced to the Arabic word "noor" meaning "light", or to the English given name "Honora" meaning "honor.” En japonais, mot nora signifie « animal errant », « chat errant », « chat libre qui n'a pas de maison », « chat de gouttière. »

Shinonome : (東雲) means "dawn". Ena (絵名): E (絵) means "image, drawing, painting" Na (名) name" or "distinguished, good".

Mina : is a derivative of two Germanic terms meaning "heaume" and "will".

Is Mina a Slavic name? Mina (Persian: مینا mīnā) is a female given name in Iran, meaning "azure", "azure sky", "blue (decanter) or glass", "glass bead", or "enamel".

Is an Eastern name popular in China, Iran, Japan and Korea. Mina in the Persian language means a type of flower found in Iran, which is similar to a rose, but smaller. Since it could be derived from Wilhelmina names- its definition could be "protection", "guardian". It also means "Passed" in Slavic countries.

Meena or Mina (Pashto: مینه) means "love" in Pashto, an Eastern Iranian language spoken in Afghanistan and the Pashtun Diaspora of Pakistan, which is the feminine noun for the word "lover”

Yugo : Japanese "brave heart".

Chibi : Japanese ちび , chibi («runt, dwarf »).

Balthazar: comes from the Akkadian Bel-shar-uzur meaning " Bel protects the king.

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Amalia : is a female given name, particularly common in Spain and Portugal. It has its origin in the Gothic roots, the first element of which is amal, meaning "work", with connotations of "good work" and "fertile work", and the final -ia indicating membership in a Gothic royal family.

Évangéline : Etymology. derived from the word "évangile"/" gospel " From the Latin evangelium (" gospel ") borrowed from ancient Greek εὐαγγέλιον , euangélion. euangélion consists of the prefixe εὐ- / eu- (« right, good») and of ἄγγελος / ángelos (« messenger»)

[indigosabyss]

Meanwhile, With Tommy and Kamran (Part 4)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Jeff wasn't sure what he was going to be met with when he came home.

After Rebecca's ominous text, he'd obviously called her, confused. And the answers he got really didn't feel like much of an improvement. He was still reeling from the story about the possibly-corrupt government-approved child torture lab escapees they were now harboring when he stepped inside his house.

To find one of said child torture lab escapees hovering by the kitchen door.

"Uh, hi!" he looked up, caught like a deer in headlights for a brief second before readjusting into an easy smile and crossing his arms in a facsimile of casualness. "I was just- y'know. Wondering if I could trouble you guys for a glass of water."

He really looked so much like William.

"Help yourself," he settled on saying. The boy beamed and darted in, so fast he was basically a blur, until he settled back outside the kitchen with two glasses of water. One he drank for himself, the other he handed to the other boy sitting on the couch, who wasn't even hiding his discomfort with the situation.

"Okay, boys, I've gotten some clothes for you," Rebecca entered the room with two sets of shirts and pants. "The jumpsuits are going to make it hard for you to blend in with other people. Kamran, any luck with your friends in Jersey City?"

"Her phone's off," the one who didn't look like William said, knee jumping a little.

"You really don't have to bother with this, Mrs K," the carbon copy assured. "I bet it's perfectly fine."

"Okay then, if you're sure. Wash up and change," Rebecca decided, "Bathroom's upstairs, left side of the hall. Stay the night, and we'll try and get you on a bus out tomorrow."

The two nodded, and Tommy left behind a silver and green trail, already vanished. Kamran followed at a pace actually traceable by the human eye.

Rebecca turned away to check her phone with a frustrated sigh, "And where's William?"

"You still haven't heard from him?" Jeff's concern was rising.

She shook her head. "Even Eddie isn't answering!"

Something clunked from the front of the house, and they both rushed to it, nerves worn thin.

Kamran was standing apologetically at the foot of the stairs. Which was now covered by a weird, translucent blue wall.

Jeff almost thought it was the boy's crystal powers, but the color wasn't right, nor was the wall spiky, like all the other constructs were.

This one, by all means, looked like a piece of glass, with some pattern engraved on it. Tommy appeared on the other side, pressing his hand against it, and marveling as it let him through. Only Kamran was stopped.

"I've never seen that before in my life," Jeff looked at it, hesitating to touch the thing too, but finding that his hand went through easily as well.

Kamran hummed, then rolled back his sleeve, to reveal a tattoo of some sort of writing in a script Jeff didn't recognize. That didn't matter as much as the fact that it was glowing.

"Ooh, what's this?" Tommy looked at it over his shoulder.

"Poetry from my mother's home. Love – through light – perseveres. Arabic script." he ran a hand over it. "When exposed to Noor, it turns into a type of protective enchantment."

"From stairs?" Tommy snorted.

Kamran didn't humor him, instead turning to Jeff and Rebecca with deadly seriousness. "Is there a witch in this house?"

[tiredemzz]

here’s my pet cat chat-

yall can pet him, he don’t bite lel

I been sick yall- it sucks ass :p

my cat’s name is noor/nour which means light :)

I had him for about a year now, he’s my baby but likes to cause trouble lmao

he has a brother named Simba, he belongs to my uncle :)

[justplainwhump]

Promise

Noor gets into a car.

Belongs vaguely to the [Pet Safety] series, set right after [Raid].

The concept of demo pets is something @ashintheairlikesnow came up with like 3 years ago, and I loved it, so now it found its way into my BBU as well.

Content: BBU, BBU recovery, runaway, implied forced prostitution.

Agile. That had been one of his main selling points, his entire life. Agile, flexible, eager to please. He'd heard that so often, it had become his mantra. 900014, we call him Noor, he's a perfect romantic, agile, flexible, eager to please, why don't you spend some time with him and if you're content, we'll have a look at the full product catalogue later.

Agile, flexible, and fast. Noor had made it out of that window and down to the road almost soundlessly, hidden in the shadows between the flashing blue lights of the police cars parked on the other side of the building.

Noor's new home, one of the people who ran the place had said, with a sarcastic smile that had made it sound like a particularly cruel joke. Noor hadn't gotten it, though. Home. The word didn't mean anything to him. He knew everyone strived for having one, especially the other pets. Everyone dreamt of having a home, having an owner. Normal pets got to have that, eventually. Demo pets didn't. Demo pets had a small cell that they slept in, and a nicer room that they performed in.

Noor didn't know what a home was, but he knew what wasn't. WRU facilities weren't it, and neither was the building behind him. His life had been mostly the same here. Sleep, eat, fuck, make someone else earn money, survive.

That's Noor, boss stole him from WRU. Absolute high end material. Best of the best. Agile, flexible, needy.

The clients at WRU had been better groomed, more subtle in their cruelty. The clients here had been simpler, straight-forward in getting what they wanted.

Noor wouldn't miss either.

You've run away once, the WRU handler had said. You can do it again.

His back pressed to the wall, he could see the red car. There was a person sitting in it, another leaning to the door and peering towards the building, both of them highly alert.

You'll be safe, the man had said.

Safe. Another word that others gave so much meaning, that didn't hold any to Noor.

He'd always been safe, or never. Always been at home, or never. When he looked back and forth, pushed himself off the wall to sneak towards the car, it wasn't because he hoped for a home, or for safety. It was because the man in the house had talked to him. To him, not about him. Without demanding anything in return.

The person next to the red car noticed him approach and opened the door, almost casually, while the motor sprang to life. She smiled, as she gestured at the door. Noor smiled back. He didn't get into the red car for the vague promise of an empty word. He got in for the promise of a difference. It was enough.

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[flameohotpotatooo]

I have a german friend that found a boyfriend from my country. She asked me for some lovely pet names and stuff she can tell him.

I tell you, I was CRINGED by what I was teaching her but when I told her the meaning she was so delighted and cooing me?

نفسم: my breath_ Nafasam

زندگیم: my life_ Zendegim

عشقم: My love_ Esh'gham

قلبم: my heart_ Ghalbam

عزیز دلم: Dear in my heart_ Aziz-e Delam

Or precious in my heart

زیبای من: My pretty one_ Zibaye man

تاج سرم: Crown on my head_ Taj-e Saram

Practically means the person gives you power and is precious to you like a crown

همه کسم: My everybody_ Hameh Kasam

Can be translated to "the one for me" but my everybody means with that person you don't need anybody else and they're all you need

عمرم: my life_ Om'ram

It means the years of life you've lived. I think the word has Arabic origin

عسلم: my honey_ Asalam

آرامشم: My peace_ Aramesham

Since she told me she feels at ease and in peace and safe with him

نور چشمام: light of my eyes_ Noor-e cheshman

There are also few more that are like: "I'll die for you." "I go blind for you." "I'll sacrifice myself for you." Which I don't like because it's kinda negative.

But she likes them because they're intense😂😂

It's like reading romance and smut in your language, I don't like it. My boyfriend doesn't speak English and I can't use other pet names for him. I wanna send him the spanish pet names I searched when I was working on a ReaderxJavier from rdr and call him osito because he's my baby bear.

[hahahmitski]

day 1 of recovery

If anything headcanons might make me feel better.

When no one suspects it Enoch and Claire pull pranks on almost everyone they know, and no one suspects a thing.

When Millard was reading books from the present he figured out that there where a lot of "queers" in the books that weren't getting bullied, treated like and disease and all that stuff. Then he found out being queer wasn't illegal anymore. He was a bit surprised but was cool with it.

Sometimes Fiona plays with Olive and Claire, and almost everytime she gets treated like a queen.

One time Miss Peregrine told Olive and Claire no more sweets until tomorrow, but then Claire and Olive stole one cookie each. (Claire was a "rebel")

Enoch has a locket of Francesca. Like those heart lockets with a picture inside. One side of the picture is him and the otherside is Francesca.

Bronwyn has star collection. She collects stars or just anything that looks like a star to her.

Fiona made a plant one time and Horace thought it was a vegetable and ate it. The plant was poisonous and Horace survived but is now VERY hesitant to eat vegetables or fruit.

Hugh had a popsicle (no bite just a WHOLE popsicle) and dropped it and cried the whole day. Fiona thought he was a wimp but helped him through the "mourning" nonetheless. Claire and Fiona gossip-ed about this and Claire couldn't help but laugh the whole time.

Horace asked Jacob what did "zesty" mean because while he was walking in the present some person called him "the Zestiest fruit they have every seen walking up the street." Jacob started laughing crying and hold him not to worry about it (he told Noor and she started laughing crying as well.)

Enoch had an emo phase once Jacob had introduced him to MCR.

Emma has an obsession towards dogs. Bronwyn has an obsession towards cats. Emma and Bronwyn share the images of funny cats and dogs together.

Millard is the "Um actually" dude.

Horace is a wimp but he like gore a lot it's kinda scary.

Emma has once gotten so mad that part of her hair caught on fire unintentionally. Like has hands didn't light it it just lit up.

Hugh really likes sad music. Either the lyrics is sad or the melody is sad. Metal, pop, rock, country he loves sad music.

Bronwyn contacted the locket person who did Enoch's locket of him and Francesca and asked him for a locket of her and her brother. She wears it 24/7.

Claire love the song "Punk fluffy Unicorns Dancing on Rainbows". That is the only song she will sing and everyone wanted to shoot themselves one they heard it for the 29th time.

That's all for now bye!

[thx-sunsxts-addrxss]

my history teacher roasted the boys in my class 😭

see, there was this awesome woman called Noor Jahan, meaning light of the world. She was amazing.

then there’s Shah Jahan, her husband, the emperor. He was also amazing

she went: it’s ok boys you can all forget it. You’ll never be Shah Jahan and you won’t get Noor Jahans also

LIKW WHAT 🤭 QUEEN SLAYY

[nihyunluvskookie]

Tujhme rab dikhta hai

“Jeonghan one shot”

Pairing: Yoon jeonghan x female reader

Genre: fluff [desi setting]

Warnings: no warnings

Word count: 4.2 K

Author’s Note: Well, desi husband Jeonghan is on the way, hope you like it. And I wrote it in Hinglish (i added few words and sentences of hindi, it’s sounds romantic ahhh) i hope you like it hehe and for non-desi reader, the meaning of ‘tujhme rab dikhta hai’ is ‘I see god in you my beloved’ also I just love this song so much I can’t explain, hope you like this. This is probably one of the longest one shot I ever wrote sjjs

happy reading ~

desi imagine masterlist

[4:15 am]

My alarm went off, and I was about to go and check my phone but I felt Jeonghan pulling me closer by my waist. “Hannie” I spoke in a very low tone; I had to get up no matter what. “Umm, stay here” I slowly removed his hands from my waist. “I need to get up” I kissed his cheeks lightly and got up; I checked the time and it was already 4 am. I got up and went to take a shower and got ready. Once I was done, I heard a knock on the door. I fixed myself a bit then switched off the night lights and switched on the lights and then went to open the door of our bedroom.

“Noor” I looked at her and smiled, “maa” 

“Come down” I nodded, I closed the door carefully because he was still sleeping and I don’t want to disturb his sleep, he already came late home yesterday night and looked so tired.

“Your sargi” I was actually amazed how she kept everything, she made for me, an overwhelming feeling hit me, this was going to be my first Karva Chauth, I had to keep fast until we see the moon. “You have to eat this before sunrise and you have to keep the fast” I nodded and smiled at her. I went took her blessings and took the full big plate of sargi back to my room. I was kind of excited and I had an unknowing loving overwhelming feeling inside.

I opened the door slowly and saw Jeonghan sanding near the window, I was surprised for a second and then slowly closed the door. “Hannie” I called out his name and kept the thali on the table near our bed. He turned to look at me, “Noor” he smiled at me.

“Maa gave you sargi?” I nodded and sat on the bed. I let out a sigh, he came near me, “why are you sighing? You don’t want to keep the fast?” I shook my head, “no, it’s not like that” I gave him a look. I was feeling excited and overwhelming because it’s my first time. He shrugged off and then said “you know these look tasty?” I nodded. “Maa made these” I smiled looking at everything she made. She made gobhi stuffed paratha, paneer ki sabji, kheer, she kept few almonds, fruits, sewai with almonds and dates, coconut water. I saw Jeonghan pick up the bowl which had kheer, I looked at him with a confused face.

“What? I want to taste as well” I gave him a confused look and he took bites after bites. “You know it’s very tasty” I was looking at him in disbelief, he was eating my sargi!!

“Jeonghan, she made this for me, it’s MINE” I was about to get up and snatch it from him, “Okay okay, Noor calm down.” He gave me a bite of kheer. It was tasty, ah, I miss my home where I used to make kheer for myself.

After I ate the kheer, Jeonghan took out the paratha and panner ki sabji, he gave the plate to me after serving. “Awww, hardworking Jeonghan, why aren’t you sleeping and sitting here for me?” I looked at him, he looked at me, and I could see the love his eyes held for me. “Because I don’t want my dear wife to feel lonely while eating her sargi alone” I smiled at him. “But you came home late, and you should get some rest.”

“You’re more important for me Noor” and he pinched my cheeks, I looked at him, almost flustered because what he did. “Jeong-Jeonghan stop” I tried looking away but he was just infront of me.

I started eating the paratha, “Let me taste this as well”

“You ate my kheer already and I had two to three bites hardly, and now you want to eat my paratha as well” I pouted, and I saw him eating it. “You’re insane”

“How can you say that to your husband Noor” and before I could say anything, he kissed me. I was taken aback.

Everything I ate, Jeonghan wanted to taste and we ended up eating half- half of everything. He claimed he wanted to taste everything. I wonder why would this guy even wake up.

Sometimes I wonder, what did I deserve to get him, he always tells me how much he loves me and gives me everything I need, the warmth, the comfort, he understands me and respects me and my decisions; he never questioned me in anything and always supported me in everything.

How everything slowly fit together, when we fell in love, I never thought I would end up with him the way I wanted, it’s not even a year since we get married but each day, he fills my life with more and more happiness as if last seven years were not enough for him to keep me happy.

I couldn’t believe he actually came to talk to my parents to talk about our married with his parents, the fact his parents always knew and supported him. And knowing me, I still had a hard time to accept that I was with him infront of my parents in the end, I decided to tell them before I actually got married and left my home.

I couldn’t thank god any more or less for giving me Jeonghan, as mine.

I had the last bite of apple and heard Jeonghan say, “look, it’s sunrise” I smiled at him.

“Good morning Jeonghan”

“Good morning wifey” and he kissed my forehead.

“I should go get ready and have breakfast” he gave me a teasing smile. I just shook my head, this guy is so annoying at times yet I love him so much. “Yes, go have breakfast. Eat whatever you want.”

“aur tum fast rakhogi aaj meri jaan” (and you will be keeping the fast my love) he and his teasing, I am so done.

“You don’t have work today right?” I shook my head, “No, I took a leave”

“Sadly, your husband couldn’t take a leave and have to go for work today.”

“Of course, you should go and work, and you ate my half sargi. NO WAIT you almost had full of my sargi” I gave him a side look, “You look so adorable” he pinched my nose lightly and I looked at him in disbelief. He got up from the sofa and left.

I looked at the time, it was 5:26 am. I went down to keep the plate and everything. It was almost time for breakfast. I went down and saw mom already in kitchen.

“Noor” she called my name as soon as I stepped inside the kitchen, “what are you doing here?”

“Help you in breakfast like the way I do” she turned to look at me and stopped me from helping her, “No need, you should rest today.” she paused for a second and spoke “it’s sunrise already and you’re fasting. You would be on rest today and since you aren’t going for work today so just rest.”

“But-”

“No, but Noor, go back to your room and leave this here” she told me in the softest way possible.

I kept the plates and went back to my room. I saw Jeonghan sitting on his bed, I walked towards him and sat on bed. “Did mom kick you out from the kitchen?” and he started laughing. I just looked at him, and then nodded and the moment he stopped laughing he said “My dear workaholic wife, it’s fine to take a day off at times. You manage work and home both and help my mom as well in her chores that’s why it’s not wrong to take a small break for a day atleast.” He held my hand.

“I wish I could postpone the meetings I have today, and spend my day with you”

“Jeonghan it’s fine” I smiled at him.

“You taking day off is not normal, and at times we don’t get enough time to spend with eachother, sometimes I feel I should quit being a ceo and you should work and earn for family”

“You’re speaking as if you’re not rich and would die if both of us stop working.” I told him teasingly.

He suddenly pulls me closer and our faces were inches apart, “You speak way too much at times, I can make you quit as well and we can go to vacation for months so, stop tempting me for doing that”

I slightly pushed him, “you are such a tease”

“but you look so pretty in this olive green kurti and patiyala”

“Jeonghan you- I am so done. Can you leave for work already? Please?”

“Really Noor, you look the prettiest in this, I personally love this set of yours”

“When are you leaving Jeonghan?” he again pinched my cheeks and then kissed me.

 [1:30 pm]

“Your mehendi looks so pretty Noor” I smiled at Nishi, “All thanks to you” I smiled at her. I might start loving Jeonghan’s sister more than Jeonghan loves her. He always loved her so much and now I see why he loves and adores her so much. She’s lovely. “You can ask bhaiya to search for something here” “Huh?” I asked her and she just smiled.

“And you’re done Noor” she fixed my dupatta. “Finally, I’m done, I want to go and sit on balcony” she nodded and I got up.

“Noor” I stopped my feet, when I heard maa’s voice, “yes?”

“You’re done?” I nodded, “Jeonghan is also back early today” I smiled hearing his name, well, I did miss him. When do I not miss him, it’s normal for me to miss him like this. “Are you going back your room?” I shook my head, “I wanted to go to balcony and wait for the mehendi to dry up”

“Okay, he was searching for you” I looked puzzled and then looked at the time, “It’s lunch time, he came to have lunch at home?”

“He said he already ate, and came home after that” I nodded, he said he had important meetings, maybe he was done. I walked towards my room and spotted Jeonghan coming out of our room. “so, here you are” I was walking carefully because of my mehendi, I don’t want this to mess up.

He came closer to me, “looks like you’re finally done” I nodded and smiled at him

“You’re back early” he stepped closer to me, I took a step back. He was looking at my hands, and yes I was suspecting him into pulling something right now, you can never trust him with his pranks and I could see him planning something.

“Jeonghan” I called his name

“I am wondering about your mehendi” this husband of mine.

“Jeonghan, no. you ain’t touching this mehendi”

“I wanna mess this up so bad”

“Jeonghan-” he was stepping closer, I need to run away or this devil guy will annoy me again, I quickly turned back and started running, I wanted to go back to balcony and sit there peacefully but Jeonghan.

“Noor, stop, don’t run” did I look like a fool that I would stop because he wants me and my mehendi is not even dried up, it’s fresh. It takes minimum three to four hours to dry up, and he wanted to mess up with me; I ain’t letting him do that.

Back when we were campus couple, he wasn’t pulling out pranks and he wouldn’t even tease like he does now, in his defence he said since I am with him and officially his wife he can tease me all he wants.

My mind was still, how he looked so beautiful maroon sherwani during our wedding, that smile when my hand was given to him, he looked so precious, I just wanted to protect his smile always and wanted to continue being the reason of his smile.

That one smile changed everything, and now here we are, husband and wife.

I was suddenly pulled by my arm and I was in his embrace in another second. My hands were safe, nothing happened to my dear mehendi and here he was holding me in his embrace tightly, his hands were holding me securely. “I wouldn’t dare to mess up with your mehendi noor, how could I do that”

I lifted my face too see him, “Jeonghan…”

“Meri jaan, I was just teasing you because I love teasing you, but I wouldn’t dare to do this. You look so cute when you runaway from me.”

“Jeonghan… we are not in our room” I was hesitating because what if someone saw us, “and we are married, I can do anything I want and this is my house” this guy, he is impossible.

“I don’t want to let you go when you are finally in my embrace.” His hand was on my head, and my head was pressed on his chest, I could hear his heartbeat, it was just like me.

After few seconds, he let go of me carefully. “Where were you heading to?” “Balcony, I wanted to sit there, because I had nothing to do and since I am getting a bit sleepy, I rather go sit there and read something.” he fixed my dupatta and held my shoulder. “let’s go” I looked at him and he was careful with my mehendi, he is such a tease and I love this tease so much.

We got into our bedroom and he closed the door, I was standing behind him, without taking any more step. He turned to look at me, “You should know whenever you wear this type of kurti and patiyala and a dupatta with it, you look like you came down from heaven, look at yourself now.” He took me towards the mirror and he was standing beside me, “you look the best in green, no matter how many times I tell you, nothing changes the fact.” I looked at us, he was holding my shoulder delicately, he was in casuals now, grey sweatshirt and sweatpants. He was looking at me, I could see it through the mirror.

I turned to look at him, “Jeonghan” his hands were on my shoulders, “Yes?”

“I love you” he looked surprised, well it’s not me who always tells him how much I love him or adore him, it’s always him. I can’t say it on his face, it takes time for me to say. He quickly kissed me on my lips, I was still looking at him, “stop being so adorable or else your mehendi would be ruined because I am holding back my urge to kiss you and pull you in my arms right now.” I laughed at him and laughed as well. The sound of his laugh is the most comforting one.

He took me to the bed, “you can get some sleep, I will stay here and take care of your mehendi.” I looked at him with a confused face, how did he even know that I am getting sleepy, “it’s okay, Hannie”

“You must be sleepy because of fasting and I bet you were the one who did everyone’s mehendi first and then yours was done in the end.”

How did he know?

“I just know you Noor, I know you.” she smiled at me. Since I couldn’t use my hands, he took my dupatta and kept it on the bed, and helped me to adjust. Since I was still in sitting position, he pulled the comforter to cover half of me.

How can he be such a loving husband, when I started dating him, I never thought I would get such an loving husband and will discover this side of him as well, because back then he was just full of fun and brainy guy, I never saw this coming.

“You can get a nap, Noor. It’s fine trust me.” he got up from the bed and gave me a forehead kiss.

[5:10 pm]

“Noor, noor. Wake up”

“Noor”

I slowly opened my eyes, I saw the lights on and Jeonghan’s face inches apart while he was holding my face softly. Did I really fall asleep? “What’s the time Jeonghan?”

“It’s 5:10 pm already, you need to take this off as well, right?” his another hand was holding mine.

“OH MY GOD YES” I was about to get up in a hurry but he held my hand, “slow down Noor, it’s fine. There’s no hurry and mom didn’t come yet. You’ve time to get ready and I think you already have everything you need today.” I nodded, remembering mom came few days ago and gave me the lehenga and saree, she told me to wear whatever I feel like. That saree was pretty one though, wearing a lehenga, umm.

I slowly got up and went to get over with my mehendi, because it’s fully dried up. After I came back to my room, I saw Jeonghan taking out my saree and jewellery. “Jeonghan” I saw him standing infront of our closet.

I walked towards him, and hugged him from back. “Noor” and he turned to look back at me, his loving eyes were the first thing I ever fell for. He removed the strands of my hair and tugged them behind my ears which were covering my face. “Are you feeling, okay?” I nodded, “Are you sure?” I nodded again, “meri jaan” and kissed my forehead.

He should know that I can never get used to these two words whenever he calls me ‘meri jaan’ I feel like I melt then and there, the way he calls me ‘meri jaan’ it feels like he makes me melt with his voice.

“You should get ready because I will get ready as well, and I took out the saree maa gave to you, because I felt like maybe you want to wear saree tonight.”

“How do you know everything I want to do Hannie~”

“Okay, now go get ready and I will check what will I wear.” I nodded and let go of his waist. I turned around and was about to go towards the bed because he kept my everything there, but he suddenly pulled me by my arm. I collided with his chest lightly, he held both my hands, “your mehendi looks so pretty and the colour looks so beautiful” he was tracing the mehendi design, “Jeonghan, I need to get ready” I slightly pushed him and left him there. I heard his chuckle from back.

After few minutes, I was almost ready and walked back to the room, I still had to fix my saree and check the pleats if they are done or not. The moment I looked up, my eyes met with Jeonghan, he was looking so beautiful in white kurta. The colour looked so nice on him; I was in awe. It’s very rare to see Jeonghan in traditions and this happens only in occasions which is still rare for me to see him like this.

I was awestruck.

I walked towards him slowly. he was wearing white kurta and it was looking beautiful because of the embroidery on the collar. I almost couldn’t take my eyes off him. “Noor” he called me name and I walked closer to him.

“Yes?” he suddenly knelt down and patted his thighs, I was confused for a second then I saw him holding my payal, “tumhari payal meri jaan”  I was so flustered, oh god, this man, yes my husband is making me go insane.

I gently gave my leg and he put the payal around very gently. Once he was done, he stood up “and it’s done” he smiled at me. I got ready, I wore my kajal and eyeliner, and applied lipstick. Once I was done then I did my hair, I did half braid quickly. I looked at the mirror and saw Jeonghan smiling at me through the mirror. I picked up my earrings and wore it. I was done and suddenly Jeonghan came closer, the close proximity, his breaths were hitting my bare neck, more over because I was wearing a blouse today rather than the kurti I wear usually. He leaned towards the dressing table and picked up a chain, I was about to turn to look at him but then he held my shoulders and stopped me from moving. “Don’t move”

He put the chain on my neck very carefully, then gave a quick peck on my neck. I was taken aback because of this sudden act, “this is for you. I wanted to give this to you today” I turned to look back at him and hugged him tight. I would literally tear up because of the love and affections he gives me.

We heard a knock on my door and I went to open the door, “maa”

“you look so pretty and Jeonghan you’re ready as well” she smiled at us, she held my cheeks and gave me a kiss on my cheeks. I smiled at her, “now let’s go down and let’s do the remaining rituals” I nodded and we went downstairs.

I saw everyone sitting there, I walked carefully along with Jeonghan. After going down I saw, the way everything was kept and decorated, we had to decorate the kalash and other things. Once everything was done, and kept in the thali (a big plate), we had to go the terrace, because we would see the moon there.

After few minutes, the moon came out. I heard maa “the moon is here” then I went to pick up my thali which was on the table and had my head covered with pallu. Then I had to lit up the diya, then kept the diya on the Chhanni then while looking at the moon through the chhannie I had to pour the water from the kalash. Then after keeping the empty kalash on the other side, then I turn to look at Jeonghan and the moment I looked at him, I saw him holding a chhanni and looking at me. I was surprised to see him holding a chhanni and looking at me, “Jeonghan yeh kya kar rahe ho?” (Jeonghan what are you doing?)

“Wahi jo tumhne aaj mere liye kiya hai” 

I was still confused, what was he trying to say, “meri jaan” and once again he goes with ‘meri jaan’ “fast rakha hai tumhare liye meri jaan” (I kept the fast for you my love)

I was taken aback, he kept fast for me and I didn’t know.

“this is the first time Jeonghan ever kept fast for anyone, and you’re the one for whom he kept the fast, this shows how much he loves you” I heard maa say this while completing and almost breaking her fast, she was almost done.

“Ab mujhe yeh chaand ko dekhne ki zaroorat nehi kyunki mujhe apni chaand mil gai hai” 

“Jeonghan…” how could he just say these words so casually, I was tearing up slowly.

“Ho gaya? Kyunki mujhe abhi bhook bhi lagi hai”  I nodded trying not to tear up.

I had to take out the diya from the chhanni and keep it on the thali and chhanni on the table. After that I had to do the arti, once done I smiled at him and he smiled at me. he take the kalash from the thali and helps me drink the water and I do the same. And now I had to hold the thali and bow down, but before I could bow down after fixing my pallu, Jeonghan was quick to touch my feet and I was in disbelief. How could he do, and he didn’t let me touch his feet. He took the kaju katli, from the thali and gives me a bite, I saw him checking out our sides and suddenly he comes closer and takes a bit of the kaju katli as well, our lips touch and he pressed his lips more.

I was too flustered to even react, once he takes a step back, he could see how flustered I was. What if maa saw us, what if- I turn to look at my sides, and no one was here, not maa, papa aur Nishi. They all left and it was just us. I let out a small relief sigh, Jeonghan is insane.

“you’re insane, tum kuch bhi karte ho kahin pe bhi”  I looked at him,

“Haan, I’m insane because of you” he took a pause before speaking, “pata nehi hai tumko?”  and then he kissed my forehead, and says, “lambi umar k liye sirf tum hi kyun dua maango chaand se, maine bhi maang li aaj chaand se tumhare liye lambi umar meri jaan” he took another pause, “jisse ki hamari dono ki lambi umar ho aur mai tumhe issi tarah pyaaar kar sakun hamesha hamesha k liye” I was feeling overwhelmed and couldn’t resist anymore, why was he like this. I quickly gave him a peck. I wanted to love him more than he loves me

He smiled at me and says “Let’s go down now, I’m hungry” we were about to leave and maa comes and says “tumdono ka romance khatam ho gaya ho toh khane chalen?” and all of us burst out laughing and I got so shy.

Jeonghan held my shoulders and we went down, before going down he says, “tujhme raab dikhta hai yaara mai kya karu”

“I love you so much Noor” and kissed my cheeks.

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Hi I have been seeing some mutual games going around and I wanted to ask if you could do this one 😊 I saw this somewhere else so credits

I saw that you were desi and wanted to know what desi names you'd give your mutuals.

Thanks I love your blog sm ✨

HELLO I LOVE THIS

im gonna lean into more pakistani names bc that's where I'm from but some of these may overlap bc a lot of Pakistani names are also Muslim names so

@rubyreduji to jj I give the name hamza (hum-zah). I've always liked this name it sounds very elegant strong, which fits bc it means strong and steadfast. honestly one of the best boy names in my book lol

@toruro ok mika gives me ammarah (AM-ma-rah) vibes, again this is a name ive always really liked it sounds very regal and sophisticated and something i rlly wanted to be named lol but it means strong faithed but it can mean different things based on pronunciation!!

@glowunderthemoon ok for faye im gonna give her noor-ul-ain (nur-ul-ayen) or (nur-ul-en). its also just noor for short! another very pretty name and a lot of its beauty lies in the meaning, it means light of the eye (noor=light) which really just explains itself lol

@etherealyoungk SKYE GETS zunairah (zun-e-rah), ok this name just reeks of power?? almost?? it sounds like a very strong name to me which is the opposite of what it means, it means flower which basically insinuates that skye is a pretty lil flower but shes also lowk a badass so

@ressonancee Thea and I have only recently started talking but i think i have her name down. i give her hiba (hib-ba) which, very fittingly, means gift. with the way she helped with my cheol fic and basically birthed the idea of hockeyplayer!cheol i think this name truly is for her. also she writes amazing so shes a gift to caratblr in general ksjgnrj

@fairyhaos ok to yena i give the name zayna (zaj-na) which means beauty and grace! the name and the meaning work together really well bc just the sound of the name is very pretty and that's also what it means. also with the half face reveals i have seen of hers she VERY MUCH fits this name so lol

@sluttywoozi Emily and I havent talked much but I'm gonna assign her a name anyway lol. to emily i give alizeh (uh-LEE-ze)which means wind or breeze. another name i LOVE so much its such a hot girl name and i think it fits em very well

@highvern ok cam and i havent interacted much either (hello text me pls) but I'm going to give her gul bano (gul-bah-noh). It means princess of flowers but don't let the meaning fool you, every gul bano I've met is some of the strongest, liveliest women i have ever seen. cam is very fun, super witty and just a joy to see in my notifs so ya there's that hehe

these are a lot of names and a lot of people so if i missed anyone, I'm sorry, i really tried to get as many in as possible!!!