#best hiding space ever and perfect place for many creatures to graze ! It's so beautiful !!!!

[wikipediachaos]

still so weird to me that people have fishtanks without live plants. I have a tiny forest in my home and it's the most elysian thing I've ever helped create

[dontshootmespence]

Savior in a Strange Land

Summary: King Samel of Copros and Queen Y/N of Ashela were married off to broker a peace between two feuding nations. Though she didn’t love him, she did what was demanded of her for the sake of her people, marrying the King and attempting to get pregnant with his child. After many miscarriages, the already rocky marriage takes a dark turn and forces the Queen to make an extremely difficult choice. 

Words: 1,597

Warnings: This will be darker than my normal Criminal Minds fics. Please heed the warnings, including miscarriage, implied physical abuse and rape (no graphic descriptions).

A/N: My next entry for @cmbingo​ 2020! This fulfills my royal AU square and a request from @queenanneslace4 for an angsty, hurt/comfort with eventual Spencer x Reader.

How she dreamed of her home. In Ashela, she had the most perfect view, snow-capped mountains and clear blue skies serving as the backdrop for the quaint towns below. Just a short walk away, her favorite place - a field of pink tulips - would welcome her with open arms, soft scents and tranquility. At least before the war between Copros and Ashela began and destroyed nearly all that she held dear.

To broker a peace between her war-torn country, she married the loathsome King Samel of Copros with the promise that if she did, he would call his soldiers back home. Though contemptible at best, he kept his promise upon their union, leaving the people of Ashela, the people she loved more than herself, to rebuild and return their beautiful country to its former glory.

Though it wasn’t her home, Y/N carved out a small space for herself in Copros; a place where she could escape her husband’s vacillating mood. In the horse stables with the gentle creatures, she could bring herself back to that place in Ashela, where she would ride the countryside on her mare, Raya. 

As she had back home, she made a point of learning the names of all those that served her. Most were confused at first, having been treated with nothing but contempt by their king, but they soon came to learn that she was the complete opposite of their despicable monarch. 

Samel could not understand her desire to be among the common folk, to get her hands dirty doing such ‘menial’ work, but she did it regardless and he didn’t seem to care much either way. He called on her when she had to fulfill royal duties of any kind, but otherwise he left her to wander the grounds as she pleased.

She had no desire to have children with Samel, but given he was her husband she had no other choice, retiring to their shared room every night and allowing him to do what he must to provide the country with an heir. Three times she had been with child, only to lose them shortly after. The doctor and midwife assured the King that it was pure bad luck that took their children, fearing his wrath, but behind closed doors they informed her it was likely due to his roughness with her. 

Although she was covered head to toe in some of the most beautiful garments to ever grace the kingdom, hiding the marks and bruises that adorned her skin, it was obvious to most how Y/N suffered at Samel’s hands. Most perceptive of them all was a stable boy, or man rather, of nearly 30 whose name was Spencer, who also doubled as a riding partner and guide when she wanted to explore the countryside. 

Overworked and exhausted, his eyes softened in her presence, concern flowing through them every time he would catch sight of her mottled skin. Without words, he would know her distress and allow her to ask him questions about his life and what brought him to his place in Copros. 

At first, he'd taken the role in the King’s regime to help his ailing mother, Diana, who’d since passed away of what the doctors called ‘madness.’ Spencer disliked the term and its implication on his mother’s personality, which caused him to say she passed away from a ‘sickness of the head.’

He was more intelligent than anyone she’d ever met before, drowning himself in books whenever he wasn’t tending to the horses. “Why are you not working in the castle?” She asked one day, wondering why his intelligence was seemingly going to waste.

“I don’t think the King wants anyone more intelligent than he in his employ,” he said, without realizing he’d spoken aloud. “I d-didn’t mean..I-”

“There is no need to be nervous with me, Spencer,” Y/N replied. “You are probably right. If you’d like, you can share all that you learn with me. I would make an excellent student.”

Spencer smiled softly, a blush spreading across his cheeks. From that day forward, he would regale her with facts about the local flora and fauna, literature and anything else that tickled his fancy as they rode their horses. She especially enjoyed when he would recite poetry from memory.

As time continued, and her home country began to recover from the war, she lost another two children. Only the last one was identifiable as a girl. The wrong kind of heir to the throne. 

The cold corridors became even colder amidst the harsh wrath of the king. His voice bellowed through the halls, anger overcoming him at the news that his last child had been a girl. He needed a male heir. 

“I cannot control if the child is a boy or a girl!” She screamed back at him, nearly three years of pain bubbling up to the surface. “I wouldn’t be losing our children if you weren’t so rough with me.”

Samel stormed across the hallway, pushing her into the bedroom with a firm hand. “It is not my fault you keep losing our children,” he seethed, his anger visibly coursing within him. “You will do as you are meant to do and give me a male heir.” A crack resounded across the room, her cheek blooming red and heated. 

With tears in her eyes, she attempted to escape his grasp, only to be pulled back and slammed down onto the bed. Silencing herself, she lay back as he tore at her clothes and forced himself on her once again.

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After Samel fell asleep that night, Y/N slipped from the four-poster bed and removed the torn clothing, pulling on a nightgown, robe and slippers before descending the staircase toward the stables. A light mist coated her face as she ran into the dark night in search of some comfort from her new horse, Rowena. 

Opening the doors, she walked up to Rowena’s stable and watched her sleeping peacefully, her reddish mane shining dark under the light of the moon and the stars. “My Queen?”

“Spencer!” She exclaimed softly, pulling her robe tighter against her.

He held his hands up and apologized for scaring her. “My Queen-”

“Spencer, what have I told you before? Please call me, Y/N.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. May I speak my mind?”

Nodding, she allowed a tear to fall from her eye.

“The King is not worthy of you.” His hand grazed over the new mark forming along her wrist. “With each new bruise, I find myself furious at his actions. They are not the mark of true man.”

“I know,” she replied softly, unsure of how much longer she would be able to keep up the facade of the willing wife. 

Spencer swallowed hard and dared to place his finger under her chin, tipping her head up to meet his gaze. “Allow me to take you away from here,” he pleaded. “I no longer have ties here. What I live for is our time together. With no expectations, please allow me to save you from this life.”

“I couldn’t ask you to do such a thing,” she replied as she wistfully looked out the stable’s windows. “The King would hunt us down and I couldn’t bear it if you got hurt because of my actions.”

“It kills me to see you so wilted. You deserve to bloom.”

A sad smile painted its way across her features. She wanted to leave, to bid the King farewell forever and never return, but she was scared. For herself, for her country, and for Spencer, but he sensed her hesitation. “I know these lands,” he assured her. “With a head start, we could go a distance before the King even noticed you were gone.”

“But he would notice,” she said worriedly. 

“The King is out of touch with everything outside his walls. I know this place better than he does. And I don’t have much. We could leave this place within the hour. You, me, Rowena and Clemens.”

A warmth flooded through her at the thought of being away from the King, living along the countryside with Spencer and their horses. “I am not a fighter,” she said.

“Neither am I,” he responded. “But I do have a weapon, and more importantly I have the wits to keep you safe from harm.”

Expectantly, he awaited her response, breathing a sigh of relief as she slipped her hands in his. He guided her back to his quarters, insisting she change into a spare pair of his clothes. Ever the gentleman, he turned to allow her privacy as she slipped into the pants and shirt that were much too big for her. But they would do.

As he promised, they were ready to leave within the hour. The horses were stirred awake. Food for themselves and the horses packed tightly into the horse-drawn wagon, along with wood, flint, extra clothing, a few books Spencer  kept from his days with his mother, and anything else he could think of that they might need. “Do you need anything from the castle before we leave?” He asked.

Y/N glanced back toward the place that served as a poor substitute for home and shook her head. “There is nothing I need here.”

“Are you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

With a soft ‘ya,’ Spencer spurred the horses on, leading Y/N into the depths of the forest. Even though there was a chill in the air, her soft-spoken savior and the clear, starry night ahead gave her hope for a better tomorrow.

[basicsofislam]

ISLAM 101: Belief in The Hereafter: Part 11

The Proof of Grandeur and Majesty

Is it at all possible that the Being who makes all of the beings from atoms to the sun obey his orders like obedient soldiers and who shows His grand sultanate by controlling the whole universe should deal only with the ephemeral beings who live temporarily in this guest-house of the world and should not create an eternal and permanent land that will be a mirror for His grand sultanate? Definitely not!

We can explain this proof as follows:

A person who looks at this realm carefully will see that a magnificent sultanate and training is dominant over it.

The magnificent activities like the alternation of the seasons, the ultimately regular and grand movements of the stars and galaxies, astonishing obedience like making the world a cradle for the creatures in it, making the moon a candle and the sun a lamp for them, perfect activities like reviving and decorating the earth, which dies and dries in winter, in spring…

And other magnificent activities, which are too many to count, show that there is a great training behind the curtain; and it rules and dominates with a magnificent sultanate. Doubtlessly, such a sultanate wants creatures worthy of Him and beings that will reflect His grandeur.

However, you see that His most valuable guests and the most favoured slaves, human beings, come together in a wretched state and temporarily in this world guest-house. The guest-house gets full and empty every day; it changes every hour.

All people stop for a few minutes in this exhibition of the world in order to watch the samples of the valuable works and the antique works of the art of that Being in the stalls of the markets of this world and then disappear. The exhibition of this world changes every minute; those who come to the world leave it and those who leave it do not return.

This state and situation shows it definitely that there are permanent palaces for that eternal sultanate, fixed houses and gardens and treasures full of the best originals of the samples that we see in the world behind this guest-house, this area and this exhibition. That is, the hard work and efforts here are for them. He makes us work here and gives the reward there. Everybody will have bliss there –if they do not lose the test –based on their ability and deeds.

It is impossible for that grand sultanate to dominate over the ephemeral and despicable people that are bound to die here and not to have another land.

Now, let us have a look at this truth with the binoculars of this example:

You are on a road.You see there is an inn on the road.A notable person built that innfor his guests.He spent millions of gold coins for the one-night stay and enjoyment of the visitors to decorate the inn.

Those guests watch those decorations for a short time; they taste very few of those bounties and leave without being able to satisfy themselves. However, the guests take pictures of the decorations in the inn.

The servants of that notable person pay great attention to the deeds of the guests and record those deeds carefully.

You also see that the notable person destroys most of those valuable decorations every day and makes new decorations for the new guests; he spends millions of gold coins on the inn every day.

Will you doubt that the person who built that inn have permanent and high palaces, unending and valuable treasures and permanent generosity after you see that inn? The treats and bounties of that person in the inn aim to increase their desires and to make them incline toward the presents he has prepared for them.

As it is pointed in the example, if you look at the situation in this guest-house of the world carefully and without getting drunk, you will understand these nine principles:

First principle: You will understand that this world is not for itself just like that inn; it is impossible for the world to take that form.This world is a house built by wisdom so that the convoys of creatures will stop at and then go on.

Second principle: You will also understand that the ones staying in that inn are guests.Their generous Lord invites them to Paradise, the Land of Peace.

Third principle: You will also understand that the decorations in this world are not just for enjoyment or wandering because it may give you pleasure for some time but it will give you pain when it leaves you. It will make you taste some food and whet your appetite but it will not fill you up. Either its life or your life is too short to fill you up. It means the decorations that are valuable but short-lived exist so that that you will draw a lesson and praise God; they are there to encourage you to obtain their originals in Paradise and they are there for some other lofty reasons.

Fourth principle:You will also understand that the decorations in this world are the samples and copies of the bounties that God, who is All Merciful, and All Compassionate, prepared for believers in Paradise.

Fifth principle: You will also understand that those ephemeral creatures were not created so that they would disappear or that they would be destroyed after appearing for a while; they were created so that they would appear for some time, their copies would be produced, their pictures would be taken, their meanings would be known and their ends would be recorded.

For instance, one of the thousands of their results is this: the ephemeral views in this world will be permanent for the people of Paradise.

The people of Paradise will watch the recordings of this world in Paradise and they will remember their memories in the world and rejoice.It is understood by this that things were created for permanence not for mortality; they may seem to die but they actually complete their duty and move to another place. A mortal thing dies in one aspect but it remains eternal in many aspects. A word that comes out of your mouth disappears but it entrusts thousands of its examples to ears, it makes as many meanings as the minds of people that listen to it permanent; and then it disappears.

Similarly, a flower, a word of God’s power, smiles and looks at us for a short time, and then hides behind the veil of annihilation. However, it hides by leaving a copy of its apparent picture in the memory of everything that sees it and its spiritual nature in each of its seed. It is as if each memory and seed were a camera to save the flower, or a house for its continuation and perpetuation. If such be the case with an object at the simplest level of life, is it not readily understood how closely man, the highest form of life and the possessor of an eternal soul, is tied to eternity?

Sixth principle:You will also understand that man has not been left to graze where he wills, with a halter loosely tied around his neck; on the contrary, the copies of all his deeds are recorded and registered, and the results of all his acts are preserved for accounting.

Seventh principle:You will understand, further, that the destruction of the beautiful creatures of summer and spring in the autumn is not the death of the creatures. Instead, it is a form of dismissal after the completion of service; it is also a form of emptying in order to clear a space for the new creation that is to come in the following spring.It is a form of divine warning to conscious beings to awake from the neglect that causes them to forget their duties, from the drunken torpor that causes them to forget their obligation of offering thanks.

Eighth principle: You will understand this, too, that the eternal Maker of this transient world has another, everlasting world; it is to this that He urges and impels His servants.

Ninth principle: You will understand, also, that so Compassionate a Being will bestow upon His choice servants in that world such gifts as no eye has ever seen, no ear has ever heard, nor has their image crossed the heart of any man.

VIDEO:

https://reverthelp.com/video/belief-in-the-hereafter-the-proof-of-preserving/