#atash

[lutnistas]

Ateshgah & Yanar Dag ( Absheron Peninsula / Azerbaijan ) 

[metalshockfinland]

Urgent Fundraiser for Iranian KAABOOS Facing Deportation From Norway

Kaaboos, a one-man Iranian black metal project, is facing deportation from Norway. Due to cultural differences and the genre’s association with anti-religious sentiment, Atash, the sole member of Kaaboos, fears for his life if he is forced to return to Iran. Donations are welcome here Omid, known by his stage name “Atash,” fled Iran in 2019 seeking refuge in Norway, known for its deep black…

[whileiamdying]

Thirst • Atash • العطش

First-time director Tawfik Abu Wael gives us a movie that is both family tragedy and ambiguous political parable about displaced Palestinians in Israel.

Its scorched landscape makes it look like a Middle Eastern spaghetti western. Non-professional Hussein Yassin Mahajne plays Shukri, an angry and defeated Palestinian man in middle-age who has taken his family out of the city to live in a deserted valley; he sets up a rickety water-pipeline from a hillside spring to run all the way down to a single tap, and makes his son stand guard over it in a paranoid rota with himself.

Shukri has a dark and guilty secret, and victim status is difficult to assign in this gripping film, in which politics and history have, at one or two removes, shaped a mysterious fable of transgression.

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[imhotepii2]

Foroogh Atash

[wgm-beautiful-world]

ARDASHIR PAPAKAN PALACE - IRAN

[dannyboy1920]

Lady Mahafsoun

[dreadtales]

she's sitting near a stream, fingers dancing through the waters, droplets of water falling from the tips as she raises her hand to brush against a sweaty brow. they've been riding for what seems like hours to get out of the main lands and into the surrounding forests, where they will be safe, where their dragons will be safe.

she watches a curled up me'sovahl on the opposite riverbank, lounging in the sun, looking positively pleased with herself after a few beasts worth of a meal and now a bit of time to rest her wings. atash and valen are circling the area above, taking their post as the guards whilst the other two get a bit of rest.

it's soon enough that night will be falling soon and they're going to have to find some place to bed down with their dragon kind, and because of such, they can't simply plop down in the middle of the forests. cressida thought she spotted a cave from above a few miles off, and the look of atash's bright red scales shining in the sunlight as the duo descend means they've found something.

"𝙞 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩?"

she says, a tilt of the head atash's direction, speaking to the guardian more or less than her rider. the fresh blow of steam from the dragon's nostrils prove her point, and she comes over to press her fingers against the creature's snout, smoothing a hand down her scales. much like her own dragon, she knows that atash is living on the edge, almost impossibly afraid of what war would bring to their race.

as riders, they were set to protect the vale, and the people in it, but as members of an uprising, the two of them simply decided not to be used for weapons of mass destruction, and not allow themselves nor their dragons to be manipulated.

"𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚, 𝙞 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬." she says, whispering to atash, before pressing a kiss to the dragon's scales and turning to see valen. "𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙖 𝙧𝙤𝙮𝙖𝙡 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡, 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩." from the look in atash's eyes, she can almost read the dragon's mind, not needing the telepathic connection between herself and her brother's dragon to speak words now. and there her brother is, about ready to submerge himself in the streams cool waters.

"𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡, 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧?"

she asks, a tilt of the head in @afuckedtale's direction - her fingers still absentmindedly drawing patterns across the bright crimson of atash's scales, feeling the soft yet impossibly strong creations under her touch. she's always amazed at how similar the dragon's scales are to her own, yet in a way, they're more prominent in color, a stark difference. she feels the dragon settle a bit under her touch, like her proximity to cressida has taken the weight of protecting valen alone off her heavy shoulders.

[lkblackham]

Had the image of a half human, half Qunari baby pop in my head and got some good therapy practicing drawing cute babies.

Being the child of a nurse-midwife, I have witnessed many births and many different kinds of new dads (on video, to be clear - my mom didn't drag me around to births in person). And so, it is my belief that Emmrich would definitely be the weepy type of new dad. I love those dads.

My personal fanfic headcanon stuff that may or may not be cringe, I make no apologies:

1) Qunari kids, much like goats, do not fully grow their horns until they hit puberty. Which is definitely for the best, because a) birth OUCH and b) can you imagine a hyperactive 2-year-old running around with what amounts to two giant spears attached to their head?

So for the first 12+ years of their life, they just have cute lil forehead nubbins that still really hurt when they headbutt you during a tantrum.

2) It's a girl. Because we all know that Emmrich has strong Girl Dad energy.

3) Atash and Emmrich had a really tough time with names - both given names and surnames. Atash isn't particularly attached to her surname (Laidir) and so was totally fine with just 'Volkarin' for their kid. Emmrich was insistent on including 'Laidir', however, as he felt very strongly about Atash's heritage and story sharing an equal part with his in naming their daughter. So she's got 2 last names - one for Nevarra and one for Rivain. She can pick whichever she prefers, or neither, or both. What matters is that both are there to begin with.

This line of thinking also, obviously, complicated the given name. It's really hard when you're pretty certain this is going to be your only kid, and you're from two very different cultures with their own ideas about names, AND you have a rather tragically long list of people you love who have passed on and deserve to have a child named after them. Not to mention, both of you have names you just personally like, saved away in your head just in case you ever did have a kid to name.

In the end, Atash and Emmrich came up with a compromise, for which they really hope their daughter won't resent them in the future: they gave her *four* names. One for a family member, one for a fallen friend, one for her Qunari heritage, and one that's just hers and no one else's.

So, all together, it came to:

Lobelia Elannora Lace Nazay Laidir Volkarin

It's. It's a lot. Atash and Emmrich both acknowledge that. But it felt wrong to not include those tributes in their daughter's name.

Besides, this just means she has a lot of options, right? Right? Right. Definitely.

(They also acknowledge that Lace Harding would think this was absolutely ridiculous and laugh at them over it, but that mental image being there is part of why they did it)

And yes, of COURSE they chose a flower name.

4) Manfred is really friggin excited to get the chance to watch someone grow up and maybe teach THEM some things himself. Emmrich is really friggin excited on both a personal and academic level to raise his daughter alongside his ward, teaching her about spirits while Manfred learns from her about mortals.

Manfred's also a really great diaper changer because he doesn't have a nose and he's not squeamish about literally anything.

(Not that Atash or Emmrich take advantage of this.)

(Often.)

BY THE WAY, VERY IMPORTANT NOTE: I do not believe that the default Happy Ending for everyone is having kids. In another universe, Emmrich and Rook are just as happy teaching Manfred how to be a person and mage (or not, if Emmrich became a lich) and going off on their own kid-free adventures. YOU MAKE THE CHOICES THAT ARE BEST FOR YOU and fuck what the tropes say.

This is just *my* fantasy cringe fluff. You do you. ♥️

[tawakkull]

SPIRITUALITY IN ISLAM: PART 62: ZAWQ AND ‘ATASH (PLEASURE AND THIRST)

Meaning the feeling of happiness and satisfaction, and enjoyment and amusement, zawq (pleasure) in Sufi terminology is one of the first breezes of Divine manifestation and one of the first gifts that appear from time to time on the horizon of witnessing the signs of God. It is also the invasion of the heart by which the “hidden treasury” of God is uncovered so that one can know Him by the rays of the Divine light, which we can call succeeding flashes of lightning. Furthermore, it is the first mansion where one can distinguish right from wrong. Yearning for lofty, elevated goals, for virtue, for sincerity and purity of intention in one’s actions, can be regarded as the passport for entering this mansion.

As long as one maintains relationship with God faithfully and from the heart, one begins to feel in the depths of the heart the spiritual pleasure that we can also call “imbibing,” but an “imbibing” without need for a cup or cup-bearer. This pleasure makes the travelers on the way to God intoxicated, according to their rank. As they feel the pleasure, they grow thirstier and desire more and more pleasure, with the result that thirst and satiation follow one upon another in the spirit. They express this state as Gedai did, who says:

O cup-bearer, in the fire of love,

I have burnt away, so give me some water!

This comes to the point where the travelers on the way to the Truth, their desire and yearning for Him ever growing, feel pleasure embedded in longing and satisfaction embedded in hunger. They burn with passion for the door that is ajar to be opened completely. The interruption of these favors is impressed on them like a fast, while the resumption of the favors is like a feast, and they murmur in expectation as Muhammed Lutfi Effendi does:

Offer the wine of union: it is time to break fast;

Improve this ruin: it is time to display favors.

Another approach to thirst is to see it as such a longing and passion for the Truly Beloved and Desired One that the initiate aches intensely for satisfaction saying, “My liver has become roasted: will there not come help in answer to my sighs?”; the heart of the initiate overflows with love, burns away in flames, and his/her eyes scan the horizon in expectation of Their Lord Who offers them pure drink (76:21). However, so long as a loving initiate remains imprisoned in the lampshade of corporeality, the Truly Beloved One does not manifest Himself to him/her in His perfection. This is why the thirst of the yearning lover who still lingers between corporeality and spirituality increases more and more to the point of being consumed in the flames. The following couplets by Sa'di al-Shirazi are truly beautiful in expressing such a degree of spiritual pleasure and thirst:

You show Your Face, then avoid showing Yourself,

Increasing thereby both demand for You and our heat.

Whenever I see the Beloved Who has seduced me into His love,

I am confused how to act, and bewildered on the straight path.

First He burns me in flames, then extinguishes with sprinkles of water,

This is why you sometimes see me in flames,

And sometimes drowned in water.

Just as ordinary pleasure with its painful and pleasant aspects impresses itself on other organs and parts of the body, so also this pleasure impresses itself on the heart and the conscience or on conscious human nature. God’s Messenger declared:

“One who is pleased with God as their Lord (The One Who sustains, administers, and brings up), who is pleased with Islam as their religion, and with Muhammad as their Messenger has tasted the pleasure of belief. ”[ Al-Muslim, “Iman,” 56; Al-Tirmidhi, “Iman,” 10. ]

He sometimes expressed this pleasure with the words used to denote bodily pleasures, as in the hadith where he prohibited his Companions from fasting every other day:

“I am not like you; my hunger and thirst are satisfied (by God in ways unknown to you). “[Al-Bukhari, “Sawm,” 48; Al-Muslim, “Siyam,” 55-56]

Whereas, the pleasure tasted by the heart and spirit as a result of spiritual life is purely spiritual, it is more constant when compared with ecstasy and feeds the heart and spirit with ever new radiations. As for ecstasy and stupor, they are gifts that come in certain states of the initiate’s journeying and, despite their being dazzling, they emerge in proportion to the seeker’s spiritual depth.

Pleasure also differs according to its sources. God’s promise of Paradise, eternity, and a vision of Him, one moment of each being superior to thousands of years of worldly life spent in happiness, in return for belief, confirmation, and obedience, is one of those sources of pleasure. Without considering any of the material and spiritual or worldly and other worldly joys, the conscious human nature’s pursuit of nearness to God and always feeling His company and Presence give another kind of pleasure. Completely freed from conceit and egoism, being favored with absolute nearness to God and feeling the uninterrupted pleasures of subsistence with God at the summit of seeing, hearing, and knowing Him alone, is another summit of taste. In short, everyone has their share in the spiritual pleasures in proportion to the degree of their belief, confirmation, and knowledge of the Almighty God.

It is when initiates feel indifference to bodily pleasures, when they are satisfied with them, it is then that they begin to feel constant thirst for spiritual pleasures. We can describe this as an unquenchable thirst. Initiates yearn more and more for the Divine gifts that an excellent guide will pour into their hearts through words and behavior, and feel their conscious nature open to an infinite degree to the knowledge and love of God and spiritual pleasures. Such a conscious nature or, rather, heart, which is its primary pillar, continuously yearns for God until it attains absolute nearness to Him. In time it is completely freed from the prison of corporeality and the density of bodily life and, favored with transcendence of time and space and flying in the heavens of the heart and the spirit, it constantly moves between thirst and satiation, expecting the doors that are slightly ajar to be opened wide.

When at last the disciple willing the Beloved and in love with Him becomes willed and loved by the Beloved, when illumined with His light, colored by His color, and, when, as a result of the burning manifestations of the Divine Existence, all things other than Him have been burned up, the true nature of existence shows itself. Beyond all states and appearances, the One, Unique Being is felt free from all qualitative and quantitative considerations and restrictions; He is the One Who creates all states and makes His servants go from one state to another, He is the one Who gives abundant favors, and the Creator of all acts and deeds. In the following verses, Jalal al-Din al-Rumi illustrates this highest degree of pleasure:

Drink such wine that the jar containing it should be the face of the Beloved,

And the cup in which it is offered be intoxicated with the wine itself.

Drink such wine from the cup of the Everlasting Face that

its bearer should be the One alluded to in Their Lord offers them pure drink.

When that wine is brought forth, it leads you to a purification

of the filth of corporeality at the time of intoxication.

How strange a drink, how exceptional a taste, how unusual a pleasure,

How nice a fortune, how great an astonishment, how peculiar a zeal!

Another Sufi, as if leading our hearts to taste the pure wine of pleasure, voices his feelings as follows,

See, all have been intoxicated when Their Lord offers them pure drink,

Four, five and seven; are all intoxicated by the Unending Majesty.

O God! Offer us of the wine of Your love and include us among those loved by You!

Let Your blessings and peace be on our master Muhammad, the master of all loved by You, and on his family and Companions, who are approved by You.

[likewaterfallz]

The Two Severed Arms

To the arms that held water, Only momentarily until they rejected it's coolness And slapped Euphrates for it's unworthiness When the parched lips of Sakina (sa) Still lamented "Al Atash" While the Euphrates flows!

To the arms that held, The water bag close to the chest, To safeguard the hopes of the children of Hussain (as) And to alleviate their longing and pain To bring water in bowls held in their tiny hands The hands, mighty enough to bring down the rains!

To the arms that lay severed On the plain of Karbala and picked one by one By the one who held those arms for thirty two years, He who broke and said, "Abbas! Where are you my dear?" The two arms that if had not been severed There wouldn't be Shaam and Sakina (sa) in tears…

[imhotepii2]

Foroogh Atash

[fetznerdeathrecords]

Kaaboos - Anti-Cosmic Rebellion

Black Metal from Sandefjord, Norway

KAABOOS is a one-man Satanic Black Metal project by Atash (Omid) hailing from Iran/Persia and currently residing in Norway... The home of Black Metal. Iranian Black Metal project Kaaboos, led by Omid (aka "Atash"), the mastermind and composer behind this intense musical entity, is set to release its highly anticipated new album, Anti-Cosmic Rebellion. For fans of Behexen, Seed of Iblis, and Dissection, Anti-Cosmic Rebellion delivers a relentless and immersive sonic experience that delves deep into themes of rebellion, darkness, and transcendence through anti-religious mutiny. The album is available digitally via Bandcamp, under the label Iblis Manifestations. Physical copies will follow in early 2025.

1. Al-Fatihah 02:12 2. Wrath of Gods 05:51 3. Shadows of Death 05:40 4. Possessed by the Void 05:16 5. Mesmerized 04:50 6. Qasam Be Shaytan 05:45 7. To Evil Thou Shall Succumb 04:52 8. Solar Apocalypse 05:42 9. Nordbundet (Taake cover) 05:26 10. Al-Etmam 02:57 instrumental

Release date: December 10th, 2024 via @iblismanifestations

@kaaboos.atash

[transgenderer]

An Atash Behram (Fire of Victory) is the highest grade of a fire that can be placed in a Zoroastrian fire temple as an eternal flame, the other two lower graded fires are Atash Adaran and below Adaran is the Atash Dadgah- these three grades signify the degree of reverence and dignity these are held in. The establishment and consecration of the Atash Behram fire is the most elaborate of all the grades of fire

The 16 types of fire required for an Atash Behram are:[1]

Fire used in burning a corpse

The fire used by a dyer

The fire from a house of a king or a ruling authority

Fire from a potter

Fire from a brick-maker

Fire from an ascetic

Fire from a goldsmith

Fire from a mint

Fire from an ironsmith

Fire from an armourer

Fire from a baker

Fire from a brewer

Fire from a soldier

Fire from a shepherd

Fire produced by atmospheric lightning

Fire from the house of a Zoroastrian: what is actually done is fire is collected from the houses of a Dastur (High priest/ senior priest,) a Mobad and from the house of a layman. A natural fire is also kindled by striking two flint stones and the spark igniting some sandalwood. This last fire is kept with the 16th fire

Whereas fires from professions/ work listed above is obtained by a Zoroastrian layman or priest approaching the person and requesting he be allowed to collect burning embers from the fire, in the case of fire from a burning corpse, the Zoroastrian waits for the corpse to burn down, then with a metal ladle, with handle at least three feet in length, he fills the ladle with sandalwood or other inflammable wood filings, these ignite by heat from the burning embers of the pyre, the person making sure the ladle does not touch the hot embers of the funeral pyre.

[quotablefanfiction]

Clint squinted at the skinny, rough-hewn tunnel and snorted, “Couldn’t you guys build it any bigger?” He was going to scrape all his skin off his hands wriggling through there. He pulled his shooting gloves out his pack for a little protection. Atash laughed at him, “It is a good job you’re so short.” “I am not short. I’m just the right size.” Clint eyed the tunnel again, “I’m possibly a bit too tall.”

Clint Barton and an OC sizing up a way in to rescue Tony Stark from Afghanistan (chp. 2)

A Different Kind of Knight by jenny_wren (AO3) Marvel Universe – Teen/Mature – Clint Barton/Tony Stark #Alternate Universe #Soulmate-Identifying Marks #Violence #Romance #Humor

Clint’s soulmate’s first words to him will be ‘Oh shit. You gotta help me hide the body.’ Clint’s not sure why everybody thinks this is a bad thing.