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For all the Dears: My fanart of Dimash singing 'El Amor En Ti' at the Almaty concert. Please do not edit or repost without permission 😘

[jpainorn]

シリア（シリア・アラブ共和国）の首都。 日本語の聖書翻訳の慣行ではダマスコだそーで、

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back to 2020 summer nights

[lagtrovert]

A man came to Hudhaifah (رضي الله عنه) and said:

"I fear that I'm a hypocrite."

He said to him: "Do you pray when you're alone and seek forgiveness when you sin?"

He replied: "Yes."

Hudhaifah said: "Go for Allah has not made you a hypocrite."

[Tarikh Dimashq of Ibn 'Asakir 61/251]

[julaibib]

The last message that people heard from the earlier prophets was: "If you have no shame, do as you wish."   — Ibn ʿAsākir, Tārīkh madīnat dimashq, liii. 120 / Ṣaḥīḥ al-jāmiʿ no. 2

[fluffy-appa]

Abu Darda رضي الله عنه said:

"Give up your reputation for the sake of Allah.

Whoever abuses you, insults you, or fights you, leave him to Allah.

If you do a bad deed, then ask forgiveness from Allah."

(Tarikh Dimashq 47/180)

[zairawasim]

“Just a little Sabr (patience brings about) long term blessings, and just a little hastiness/impatience (results in) long term regrets.”

Fuḍayl Ibn ʿIyāḍ | Tārīkh dimashq 48/426]

[umtxqwa]

The Salaf (رحمهم الله) would often recite the following du’a seeking Allaah’s protection and safety:

اللَّهُمَّ سَلِّمْنِي لِرَمَضَانَ،

وَسَلِّمْ رَمَضَانَ لِي،

وَتَسَلَّمْهُ مِنِّي مُتَقَبَّلًا 

Oh Allah, keep me safe for Ramadan

And keep Ramadan safe for me

And accept it from me.

[Siyaar ‘A’laam an-Nubalaa’, 19/51; Narrated by at-Tabarani (rahimahullah) in “ad-Du’a”, 912-913, Narration of Ubaadah Ibn as-Saamit (radiyAllahu ‘anhu); al-Lataa’if al-Ma’aarif, pg. 148; Tareekh Dimashq, 51/186; Ibn Abi ad-Dunya (rahimahullah) in Fadail Ramadan, 20; Hilayat al-Awliyaa, 3/69]

[reverthelp]

Abu Huraira reported: The Messenger of Allah, peace and blessings be upon him, said, “Verily, those of you in the closest position to me on the Day of Resurrection are those of you with the best character in the world.”

Tārīkh Dimashq 6085

[al-fawaaid]

:قال إبراهيم ابن أدهم رحمه الله تعالى

لو علِم الملوك وأبناء الملوك ما نحن فيه من النعيم والسرور لجالدونا بالسيوف.

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Ibrahīm Ibn Adham, may Allāh have mercy upon him, said:

“If the kings and their sons knew what we experience of tranquility and happiness, they would fight us for it with their swords.”

Tārīkh Dimashq (6/366)

[ilmtest]

How Often Do You Remember Death?

ʿAbd Allah b. ʿAmr b. al-ʿĀṣ reported: ʿAbd Allah b. ʿAmr (may Allah be pleased with them both) looked towards the graveyard. أخبرنا أبو غالب بن البنا أنبأنا أبو محمد الجوهري قال أنبأ أبو عمر بن حيوية وابو بكر بن إسماعيل قالا نبأ يحيى بن محمد بن صاعد نا الحسين بن الحسن أنا عبد الله بن المبارك أنا إبراهيم بن نشيط الوعلاني حدثني قيس بن رافع أو غيره عن مولى لعبد الله بن عمرو بن العاص أن عبد الله بن عمرو نظر إلى المقبرة When he saw it, he got down and offered a prayer of two units. فلما نظر إليها نزل فصلى ركعتين Someone then said, “Is is something you do not usually do.” فقيل له هذا شئ لم يكن يصنعه He answered: “I remembered the inhabitants of the graves and what is between them and it so I wished to gain Allah the Mighty and Majestic's proximity through that.” فقال ذكرت أهل القبور وما حيل بينهم وبينه فأحببت أن أتقرب إلى الله عز وجل بهما Ibn ʿAsākir, Tārīkh Dimashq 31/264 ابن عساكر، تاريخ دمشق ٣١/٢٦٤ https://shamela.ws/book/71/14006 @ilmtest [https://t.me/ilmtest]

[ameliabedilia]

The last message that people heard from the earlier prophets was: "If you have no shame, do as you wish."

 

— Ibn ʿAsākir, Tārīkh madīnat dimashq, liii. 120 / Ṣaḥīḥ al-jāmiʿ no. 2

[lepreuxchevalier]

Magnus Williamson, Dauphin de Viennois et Le Héritier Presomptif du Royaume d'Aquitaine and his shieldbearer, a Greuthungi savage from beyond the charted frontiers of The Known World whom he personally named Joe Allen Hayes were sitting by the fireplace of his personal apartment at Oberlin Castle, strategically situated at the base of a mountain junction within the northernmost frontiers of Margrabia Mazowsza, sipping hot cups of Xicolatl infused with massive amounts sugar imported all the way from the distant continent of Chupayotl across the great oceans separating The New World from The Civilized World, while wearing a tunic and pantaloons crafted from the most luxurious and sumptuous Khashabarii silks imported by Erizen and Ashuryan silk merchants all the way from The Caliphate of Khashabar, richly dyed with the heraldic liveries of The Aquitainian Monarchy, embroidered with gilded thread, and encrusted with shining emeralds imported from the gem mines of Das Königreich Schönbrunn. This eight foot tall tower of muscle and wrought iron was a dour, stoic, cold man of few words who never seemed to laugh, flinch, or even smile throughout the entire decade that he had served as a household retainer within the personal coterie of Le Dauphin de Viennois. Dauphin Magnus was curious to learn more about Hogriket Jotunheim from beyond the charted frontiers of civilization that allegedly birthed this seemingly voiceless, expressionless, and stone cold pillar of manly might and chainmail. Magnus was curious to learn specifically about the so-called Björn Stormson, the dreaded and infamous High King of The Twelve Tribes of The Greuthungi who inhabited this godsforsaken, barbarian, heathen kingdom that was only mentioned in the hushed murmurs of Mazowiecki traders and navigators operating within the continent of distant Maharaj. That exact same High King of Jotunheim who had recently sacked, plundered, and pillaged the whole expanse of Rus'skaya Tsarstvo under Rod Vojvodin Bol'shogo on their trajectory towards the northwestern periphery of The Empire of Mankind Secundus. Impatient in tolerating the prolonged silence and the monotony within the confines of his aesthetically Spartan quarters any further, Le Dauphin of Viennois and Le Héritier Presomptif du Royaume d'Aquitaine broke the seemingly uncounted hours of this unbearable silence and boredom between him and his most trusted retainer as the fireplace chimney billowed ash and smoke into the winter sky of Polnocnej Marchia.

"Of all the warlords and princely generals of repute that dominate the battlefields and court intrigues of this blessed world, I am equally curious and trepidatious to seek any who I honestly cannot outmatch in single combat. Maybe not Edward Fitzroy, Titular Duke of Huntington. From what my father's official emissaries and personal heralds tell me, that young man has been drilled and educated extensively by The Emerald Legion's world renowned quartermasters and drill sergeants at my family's summer residence at Chateau Lafleur, the boy has already demonstrated the battlefield temperament of a Norscan Baresark in Angels' Garb. A fine mix of skill and fury so very much emblematic of a holy and righteous angel of death and retribution, or the fist of an angry, vengeful god king eschewing his divine judgement upon the sinful and the faithless of the whole world. Nor perhaps Trothus VI, Blood King of Norsca. From the equally chilling and unsettling reports I gather from travelling heralds proliferating news of his alleged Slaughter of Dimashq, his equally unspeakable and unimaginable atrocities and war crimes transacted towards it's most unforntunate resident citizenry is the residue of my very worst nightmares. A truly monolithic and umbral avatar of madness and insanity incarnate, and hell let loose."

"The aristocratic, noble, feudal princeps and magnates collectively and officially represented within my father's royal court at Le Palais de Fontainebleau and Chateau LaFleur are fundamentally far too vain and arrogant. Vasily Vojvodin, Tsar of Rus'skaya and Grand Prince of Bolshoi is unapologetically and explicitly far too bloodthirsty and mentally unstable. Conrad Von Buchenauer, Herzog von Solingen is simply too austere and conservative. Boleslaw III "Chobry," Margrave of Mazowsze is paradoxically far too frigid, arid, and cerebral to truly enjoy the thrill of the joust and the duel, despite having rightfully earned his sobriquet "The Brave" in the battlefields of Northern Mazowsze. Friedrich I, König von Middenland and Albrecht Von Biermann, Markgraf von Brannenborg have irredeemably grown too adamantly stubborn, intolerant, and inflexible from consistently defecating more-or-less the exact same nonsensical and obscene blasphemies, heresies, and infidelities of their damnable creed originally drafted and published by that perfidious heretic Karl Von Luxembourg, Ph.D at Die Universität Wörtzburch in Das Herzogtum Solingen. Adriano Martini, Il Console-Eletto de La Repubblicca Serenissima di Toscana and Il Presidente Offiziale Della Lega Olympica is a Machiavian snake who cowers in the shadows like a sewer rat, spinning his intricate and labyrinthine web of intrigues and schemes within The Holy Sept at Romulus, Cosmopoleis simply by leveraging his "elected" suzerainty over the baronial and knightly houses who form the cream, core, and bulk of the ruling class of aristocracy and nobility in La Serenissima, rather than daringly and courageously bringing the full might of his honest steel and his force of powder against his enemies in righteous, glorious battle. And everyone knows about my personal and direct confrontation with The Crown Prince to The Reigning Khashabarii Caliph traditionally seated at that bloated expanse of a megalopolis known as Beshabilit, when he idiotically threw himself, head first, at the vanguard of a seemingly and equally numberless and uncountable mass of unwashed, untrained, unskilled, undisciplined, and ill-equipped Erizen and Ashuryan tribesmen upon the mighty bastions of Oberlin Castle, without using any siege guns or even simple windlass artillery pieces to help him breach the outer curtain. However, for reasons that continue to confound and disease me, in equal measure. Even after months of thoroughly obsessing and agonizing over the same predicament. Björn Stormson as The Hogkunung of The Greuthungi has finally arrived upon the northwestern periphery of The Empire of Mankind Secundus at the forefront of an equally mighty and terrible horde of godsless, barbaric, unwashed, heathen savages from beyond the charted frontiers of civilization. Leaving nothing but blood, desolation, and misery since their initial sighting beyond the northernmost frontier of the Rus'skayan hinterlands. Should Polnocnej Marchia and Oberlin Castle be en-route of their path of conquest and devastation, could I singlehandedly spare the lives of all the men under my personal command and my direct supervision, as well as those of the local population under my protection by coming to a direct resolution with him in single combat?"

Cold Sweat condensed over Le Dauphin de Viennois' right brow as he witnessed in horror and disease at the barely contained dread, anguish, and torment quietly expressed within Joe Allen Hayes' tortured and tormented eyes. This grizzled and bloodied veteran of over two dozen pitched battles, sieges and countless minor skirmishes whom he had never known to fear or dread any foe on the field of battle, regardless of their individual strength or their collective numbers. Over two minutes after staring blankly in horror into the empty void of the blazing fireplace in Dauphin Magnus' Quarters, The Former Greuthungi Baresark finally broke his agonized and dreadful silence in an equally blood curdling and cryptic fashion.

"I fear no man who treads upon the face of the blasted earth, my lord. But I am unsure if daemon is strong enough a noun to describe the full power, horror, and terror of that twisted thing who calls himself The High King of Jotunheim. Regardless of whether you directly confront his presence on the battlefield or as a guest at his mead hall feasting and drinking in the presence of the council of his Jarls and Huscarls, he is not a human being at all, but the living, breathing incarnation of slaughter and Tartaros. Only the mythical and blessed demigods described within the holy scriptures of The Canons of The Old Gods and The New Gods, or the archangels of Hyperion as the highest echelon of divine emissaries to The King of The Heavens and The God-King of The Canon Pantheon of The New Gods can hope to best The High King of Jotunhem in single combat."

"You're lucky I don't truly fear the wrath of the gods. For if I truly did, I would have had you burned at the stake for this heresy and blasphemy of the highest order." Begrudgingly uttered Le Dauphin de Viennois, uncertain of the ultimate fate or the eventual destiny of the peoples of The Civilized World.

[lagtrovert]

A befitting reply to fake friends and two-faced flatterers

A man was praising Ali ibn Abu Talib (raḍiya 'llāhu 'an-hu) abundantly upon his tounge with that which was not within his heart. So Ali said to him:

"I am beneath that which you say but above that which (you are concealing) within yourself."

[As-Samt by Ibn Abid-Dunya pg.275 and Ibn 'Asakir within Tarikh Ad-Dimashq 42/518]

(Translated by Raha Batts)

[fluffy-appa]

Al-Fudayl said, "Two characters harden the heart: speaking much and eating much."

— Ibn ʿAsakir, Tarikh madinat dimashq, xlviii. 422

[insvnitx]

A man was praising Ali in Abu Talib رضي الله عنه abundantly upon his tongue with that which was not within his heart. So 'Ali رضي الله عنه said to him:

“I am beneath that which you say but above that which (you are concealing) within yourself”

As-Samt by Ibn Abid-Dunya pg. 275 and Ibn ‘Asakir within Tarikh Ad-Dimashq 42/518 | Translated by Raha Batts