#gabriel medina imagine

[melanieph321]

Can you make a fanfic of Gabriel Medina where reader is an f1 driver and their dating and reader wins the Brazilian gp where his the one waving the flag and it’s all cute and fluff sorry if that didn’t make sense had the idea but didn’t know how to word it

Omg yes!!! ☺️☺️☺️☺️💞💞💞

10 DAYS OF REQUESTS

(DAY 8)

Gabriel Medina x Reader - Waving Flag

I haven't written cute fluff like this in so long ☺️☺️

Enjoy! 🏁

"You're thinking about the race, aren't you?"

You shifted in bed. The hotel room was dark, but the light from the moon revealed your boyfriend's teasing smile. "So what if I am?"

His lips widened. "You should get some sleep, baby. The race isn't won in your mind. It's won on the track."

"Oh, yeah? And when did Gabriel Medina become such a racing expert?"

"Easy..." He said and bent down to kiss your lips. "My girlfriend is a racing driver. One of the best in the world."

"Is she? How many races has she won?"

"None this season. But you just wait and see tomorrow...."

"Tomorrow..." Tomorrow was indeed a big day for you. The whole world refused to let you forget that.

"Hey, where did you go?" Disturbed by your silence, Gabriel shrugged your body.

"I'm here." You whispered, your hands stroking the outlines of his face. "I just really want to win tomorrow, that's all."

"And you will." He shifted his weight onto you, his arms tugging you closer. "Trust me, baby, you'll beat them all."

"I really want to win." You repeated, more as wish than a statement. "It would make my family so proud."

"And me." Gabriel mumbled against your neck, where his lips had gone to attached themselves. It tickled when he spoke. "You're gonna make the people of Brazil proud if you win it tomorrow. And you will win it, baby. Trust me."

You closed your eyes and sighed, his hungry kisses tracing down your throat. Fiery kisses, that burned every inch of your skin.

"Gabriel, please." You gasped. "We can't."

"No sex before the race." You said shyly. "You know my rules."

His hands were searching for you under the covers, knuckles brushing over the fabric of your panties. "Why not?" He murmured, head still burried into the crook of your neck.

Gabriel lifted his head, eyes big in the night. "Your rules, huh?" He let his hands slip out from underneath the covers, respecting your needs. Gabriel always did. However, he resumed tracing feather like kisses up your arms, his lips a gift from God himself. "So no sex before the race...." He traced the kisses upwards, stopping to nip and lick the spots that he knew would make you squeal.

"No." You squirmed, stirring frantically below him. However, Gabriel's weight pinned you down against the matress, the warmth of his naked torso flat against your cheeks. "But if I win...."

He raised his head, eyebrows arched. "If you win?"

You grinned. "Then you can do whatever you want to me."

His head knocked against your chest, a deep groan rising from his throat. "Fuck, Y/N. You're literally driving me crazy."

"I am." You giggled. "I really am."

******************************************

Getting in the zone was the easy part. With Gabriel taking care of your family, you really had no distractions surrounding your garage. Your team took you through the usual race preparations, which you analyzed mindfully but also critically. Today, there could be no mistakes. Still, the atmosphere of the Interlagos circuit was of no other. You caught yourself glancing at the many faces of the cheering crowd. How they proudly waved the Brazilian flag, a flag you wore at the hip of your racing suit. It might as well have been attached to your chest because that's how much it meant to you.

The next day couldn't arrive fast enough. It was race day, which meant not as much media. All your focus was on the task at hand. To win the Brazilian Grand Prix.

Like you told Gabriel, it would mean so much to your family. The whole nation, really. To win your first home grand prix on the F1 Academy's first trip to Brazil would simply mean the world to you. You'd do anything to accomplish this objective, starting by focusing solemnly on that exact goal. To cross the line first.

Brazil was your home.

Brazil was your heart.

Today you'd show the world what a Brazilian racing driver could do.

Your heart was beating fast, like it always did at the start of a race. However, once your car had taken position on the track, the engine revolving to the countdown of the lights, there was no turning back. Either you sink or you swim.

Your gaze was narrowed from behind your vizor. Once your helmet was on, you were one with the car, man, and the machine. Correction: Woman and the machine. At the end of the day, that's what you all were, women, trying to prove themselves in a man's world.

Many men have told you not to do what you do. To not try to fix what isn't broken. However, you've only really cared about what one man thinks of you, and today, you were racing for him and him alone

"She's done it. Y/N takes the checkered flag as the winner of the Brazilian GP!"

The feeling was of no other. First win of the season and the first win at home. Although your eyes were dimmed by tears you were pretty sure that you saw your boyfriend over head, waving the checkered flag as you crossed the finish line.

What a day.

What a life.

And it had only just begun.

DON'T MISS - 10 DAYS OF REQUESTS

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(DAY 2)

(DAY 3)

(DAY 4)

(DAY 5)

(DAY 6)

(DAY 7)

[leclewi]

new obsession = need to be fed ˖* ℘ wrote in my mother language, kinda for my brazilian girls, i hope you enjoy it anyway. 🫶🏻 ( gabriel medina seu gostoso eu te amo )

“você tá com gosto de sal.” o sentimento dos lábios dele se desgrudou do seu quando ele se puxou para trás, as ondas mexendo seus corpos devagar, de um lado para o outro, você protegida de ser levada para longe nos braços dele.

você rolou seus olhos, “depois de você ter me afogado, esperava o que?” você cutucou com o pescoço dele, a risada do gabriel ecoou nos seus ouvidos.

era isso o que importava. tardes na praia, com o sol queimando a sua pele, enquanto o gabriel te segurava. ele acabara de voltar de uma competição, a saudade roía vocês dois e logo ia se dissipando, com os beijos roubados dele e os seus toques, claro que ela iria embora.

“senti sua falta.” ele admitiu, os braços tatuados se apertando fortemente contra você. a cabeça dele se friccionou contra seu pescoço, um leve beijo deixado na sua clavícula. “sério mesmo.”

“também senti sua falta.” você disse de volta, beijando seu ombro em retorno. as ondas balançando no seu beijo devoto a ele. ele sorriu, o beijo trazendo um sentimento de calmaria.

vocês eram um contraste a vida agitada e festeira dele, totalmente diferente. seu efeito era algo inexplicável para ele, seu jeito de ser e amar era contrário ao qualquer um que ele já experimentou. era como se você fosse o oceano e ele desaguava em você. e estar de volta no oceano dele, onde ele pertencia, onde ele podia surfar nas suas curvas, era o que o fazia afogar no seu amor.

a mão dele deslizou para seu quadril, a curva perfeitamente encaixada em sua palma, apertou de uma maneira leve e suave, como ele sempre é com você. seus dedos enroscaram no seu biquíni, suas unhas encravando na pele do moreno o avisando para não ir além do limite.

“gabriel.” você sussurrou, e ele ignorou, completamente. nem aí para o mundo, você estava na frente dele. quem ligaria? ele te adoraria a qualquer hora e em qualquer lugar.

“na próxima você vai comigo.” ele disse, seus dedos brincando na sua pele, apertando os botões certos para te fazer querer fechar os olhos e ignorar que vocês estavam no mar, no campo de visão de qualquer um. “foda-se, viu?”

mais uma vez, gabriel provou a especialidade dele em te fazer rolar os olhos. “desculpa se eu trabalho” você protestou, mesmo assim um sorrisinho apareceu no canto da sua boca.

ele imitou sua voz, de um jeito mais fino e zoando você. “bla bla, eu trabalho, bla bla.” ele disse, seu leve tapa deixado no ombro dele o arrancou uma risada.

“a gente briga mais tarde.” e com isso, ele te beijou e te amou, na praia, no mar.

se desaguando em você.

[wagconts]

𝗠𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗮 𝘅 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿! 𝗙𝗲𝗺!

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 :: where you and Medina are always getting on each other's nerves.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 :: mention of Tati and João (sometimes referred to as Chumbo/Chumbinho), two Brazilian surfers.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 :: 1.250k

𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 :: English isn't my first language; I write my stories in my native language and translate them with the help of translators. So, if anything's confusing, I'm sorry! Sometimes it might be a local slang.

─ Another one for the collection! ─ Medina plopped down next to me.

Gabriel showed me a Polaroid he had just snapped of me while I was distracted, messing around on my phone. I looked at him again, and he had a grin from ear to ear.

─ Seriously? When are you gonna stop taking random Polaroids of me? ─ I asked.

─ Only when my film runs out. And sorry to break it to you, but I just loaded a fresh roll before we came here.

I sighed. Coming to Paris was amazing, like a dream come true. Representing my country in the sport I love, the one I’ve dedicated my entire life to perfecting, was a total win.

This was my second Olympics. I didn’t even make it to the podium in Tokyo, but this time, my confidence was on another level.

The downside? Sharing a house with Gabriel. We've been here for a little over a week, and I still couldn’t figure out his vibe.

One minute, he's all friendly, asking me to share my surf stories, even handing me a flower he picked from some random bush on the beach.

But the next, he's teasing me, throwing shade like we’re rivals from different teams or something. Go figure.

─ You love me, huh? Always sticking close. ─ I said, locking eyes with him.

─ Love’s a strong word, babe. Let’s just say I enjoy watching you lose your cool with my little jokes.

─ I never lose my cool, I’ve got better things to do!

Liar.

─ Sure you do!

─ Are you two lovebirds joining me at the beach or what? ─ Tati interrupted, standing in front of us.

─ Beach? Hell yeah, I'm coming. ─ I jumped off the couch, excited.

─ What’s this, babe? You’re ditching me? I thought we could spend the whole afternoon together. ─ Medina teased with a smirk.

Tati and João burst out laughing at the surfer's joke. I shot him a look and flipped him the bird before heading to my room to grab a swimsuit.

[ .... ]

─ Eh... that was an average wave! ─ Gabriel said as soon as my feet hit the sand. ─ I'd give it a four.

─ Why don’t you go catch a better one then? Talk's cheap; show me what you got. ─ I shot back with a smirk.

─ I like the attitude! ─ he grinned ─ What do I get if I impress you?

─ Nothing, duh. It’s not a prize competition.

─ Kinda boring, but alright, just for the challenge... watch and learn from the best.

─ Best? That’s a stretch! ─ João hollered, making me laugh.

Gabriel rolled his eyes, grabbed his board, and headed toward the waves.

I hated to admit it, but... it’s Medina, you know? He really is one of the best surfers we've ever seen. It’s no wonder he gets all the recognition.

─ You got this, Gabriel! ─ Tati cheered, clapping ─ Come on, (your name), cheer him on too!

─ As if I'd boost that ego any higher ─ I muttered.

Medina spotted a wave and positioned himself on the board. Tati and João went silent, their focus shifting to the water. That wave was the biggest one we'd seen since my last run and his.

I stood up from the sand, watching along with the other two surfers beside me.

─ Is he crazy? He’s lost his damn mind.

The wave passed, but where the hell was Medina?

─ Shit! ─ I muttered under my breath.

─ What the hell did Gabriel do? He’s totally lost it.

The three of us started getting anxious. Tati began shouting his name, hoping for a sign that Gabriel was okay.

But nothing.

So we ran toward the water. Tati and I stayed at the shore, trying to spot him. João didn’t think twice before grabbing his board and heading to where Medina might’ve wiped out.

─ Relax, (your nickname), Gabriel’s a big boy. He knows what he’s doing. ─ The blonde reassured me, patting my shoulder.

─ He’s an idiot, that’s what he is! Did he really need to do all that just to mess with me? ─ I fumed. ─ We have no idea what happened, what if he hit his head on a rock and started bleeding?

─ Girl, stop thinking the worst ─ she scolded. ─ João’s already on it.

Speaking of João, we looked at him; he signaled that he hadn’t found anything.

I took a deep breath. After a few moments, João seemed to spot something, and then, Medina reappeared, climbing back onto his board.

Relief washed over me, and I hugged Tatiane.

─ He’s such a drama queen ─ she whispered, making me smile.

As soon as the two got back to us, the first thing I did was check if Medina was okay.

─ Don’t worry, I didn’t hit anything! Just got caught off guard.

─ Could be worse!

─ Just so you know, (your name) was super worried about you. ─ João teased with a grin.

─ I was worried, yeah, but not like that. I just didn’t want anything bad to happen.

─ Damn, babe, I was getting my hopes up here ─ I mean, who else can nearly have an accident and still crack a joke?

─ Open your eyes, Medina, and make things happen without the jokes! ─ Tatiane whispered, but he still heard it.

[ .... ]

Night had fallen over the skies of Teahupo’o, the sea was calm, and the stars lit up the sky. I was sitting on a rock, finishing up waxing my board so it’d be ready for the heats tomorrow.

I felt a cold weight on my shoulder and looked back to see Gabriel standing there.

─ Still here? I thought you’d be done by now ─ he sat down next to me.

─ Almost done. ─ I said, looking at my board ─ I don’t want any slip-ups tomorrow.

─ And you won’t have any! You just need to keep all the focus and courage you’ve had these past few days ─ he said, looking me in the eyes.

─ I know, but it’s tough. If I gave it my all in the group stage, now that it’s elimination rounds, I need to double that effort.

─ If you keep letting that fear in, it’s only gonna get worse. How about I grab us a couple of cold beers? ─ I laughed ─ What’s so funny?

─ Getting me tipsy the day before the competition? You trying to throw me off my game?

─ Never! It’s the opposite, to pump you up.

─ Damn.

For the first time, I really looked at his face. His brown eyes sparkled like the stars in the sky, and that smile... I could spend hours just looking at photos of him smiling.

─ Kiss me already, (your name)!

I smiled softly before our lips met. He kept his hands in my hair, deepening the kiss.

We pulled back, smiling at each other.

─ Easily my new addiction.

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

OC outfits

Thanks @buffythevampirelover here, and @mysticstarlightduck here!

Sorry it took so long!

Previous:

Lexi, Maddie, Ash, Gwen

Noelle, Rose, Kelsey, Robbie, Akash

Hye-Jin, Liam, Jazlyn, Ewan

Wade Attwood

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Letterman, T-shirt, Jeans, Shoes

Wade has literally always worn this exact outfit since he's been conceived as a character. The football really sells it lol.

Other Wade: OC in three, two truths and a lie, kiss, interview, questionnaire one, questionnaire two, questionnaire three

Parker Cassidy

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Shirt, shorts, belt, shoes

Originally I always imagined Parker in a pink shirt and jeans but that became so boring after a while. He has to wear the dumbest of shirts, and he's more of a shorts guy anyways. I had too many people wear jeans originally. The sandals completely sell the look, though, in my opinion. I finally felt like I understood Parker when I gave him sandals.

Other Parker: OC in three, two truths and a lie, questionnaire one, questionnaire two

Niri Shyaka

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Shirt, pants, necklace, shoes

Niri has gone through major design changes. He used to wear a blue hoodie, can you believe it? I couldn't think of any garment of clothing it seems, so half the characters wore hoodies all the time. I eventually changed his aesthetic to green and orange where he wore sweaters. But it didn't feel right. As soon as I changed Niri's hair and gave him an artsy outfit, he suddenly clicked. He's perfect.

Other Niri: questionnaire one, questionnaire two, questionnaire three

Tyler Nakashima

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Tank, shorts, socks, shoes

Despite being a huge nerd, Tyler is also a bit of a jock. He's both! He's always worn something like this to purposefully show he works out. He doesn't feel the need to show off his nerdom because he believes his intelligence speaks for itself. If it's cold, he'll wear a jacket, but I didn't include it. I made the shoes orange to make him more distinct though.

Other Tyler: OC in three, questionnaire one, questionnaire two

Gabriel Medina

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Shirt, Shorts, Socks, Sneakers

Gabriel used to wear purple. But really I just imagined him in a purple T-shirt constantly. Everyone's outfits were so boring! So Gabriel needed a darker and more fitting look for him. Gabriel can't pull off purple! So here's his outfit.

Other Gabriel: OC in three, questionnaire one, questionnaire two, questionnaire three

Sam Stafford

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Sweater, skirt, hair bow, sneakers

I'm not sure what Sam used to wear. But I knew pink early on was a good choice for her. Adding purple made it better. Not too much, though. I think the hair bow to pull her hair into a ponytail also adds a lot. The sweater/skirt/sneaker combo also fits her so well!

Other Sam: questionnaire one, questionnaire two, questionnaire three

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[alpineshift]

random ask time!

pick five Devils players and assign them a summer Olympics sport to compete in. why did you choose that sport for them?

go!

oh I love this, it's making me think! personally I'm assigning them sports for entirely selfish reasons (aka events I want to see them compete in). it wouldn't necessarily be bc I think one of the boys has any super specific characteristic that makes them suitable for a particular sport 😂 also nobody gets golf bc fuck golf LOL

Jonas Siegenthaler - surfing. IDK - I think Siegs has the vibes. I think he'd do well in the water. He's such a balanced and steady kind of guy. I think he's one of those dudes that look effortlessly cool with a wetsuit tied around his waist and a board tucked under the arm. I want him to do the Gabriel Medina #1 pose flying out of the water like a rock star.

Nico Hischier - rugby. On the Paris Olympics site it says ruby sevens and IDK what the difference is, but whatever. I assume Nico is decent in field sports bc he used to play soccer. I think some of his on-ice playmaking skills would be useful in this scenario. This has nothing to do with the fact that rugby players have monster thighs I swear. I also want to see him go full beast mode and drag all the guys trying to tackle him as he makes a break for the try line.

Jack Hughes - tennis. I'm imagining him competing in men's singles, but I think he could also play doubles with one of his brothers or something. Jack's quick, strategic, got stamina, has good eye-hand coordination. I also think he could thrive pretty well in a solo sport, he's got that 'dialled in' mode down to a science. Not known for super powerful serves but gets internet love/hate for really sneaky saves and tricky shots that are hard to receive.

Luke Hughes - fencing. Specifically the épée category, which is the only discipline where the whole body is a valid target. Since Luke is a defensemen, it'd be interesting to put him in the one event where he has to do the most to defend! He's a tall boy so I think having a reach advantage would be great. I also didn't know this but the épée sword is the heaviest of the three. I also just want to give Luke a sword.

Nate Bastian - mountain biking. So it's not olympics related but I saw that clip of the American biker Aaron Gwin snapping his bike's chain literally a second after he left the gate but went full 'fuck it we ball' mode and won anyway. I'm assigning this vibe to Nater. I think Nate is someone who's a little rough-and-tumble and not afraid to get out there and get dirty! Speedy downhill racing! Out in the wilderness! Thriving in the noise of the spectators and cowbells and cheers!

That's my five - thanks for the fun ask! (You gotta tell me your top five picks and their assigned sports now too LOL)

[dinaive]

The Hadith of Gabriel (Part 2)

BY: SACHIKO MURATA, WILLIAM C. CHITTICK SOURCE: ISLAMICITY DEC 1, 2021 24

"Then the man went away. After I had waited for a long time, the Prophet said to me, "Do you know who the questioner was, 'Umar?" I replied, "God and His messenger know best. "He said, "He was Gabriel. He came to teach you your religion. "To begin explaining the meaning of this hadith let us flesh it out by adding some background information that would be obvious to the original listeners but not to a reader situated many centuries and miles away.Try to imagine the situation. The Messenger of God, at the time the greatest human being on the face of the earth (as far as his companions were concerned - and the historical record bears them out), is sitting at the edge of an oasis in Medina with a group of his companions, that is, people who have accepted that he is the mouthpiece of God. Suddenly a man appears whom no one recognizes.Medina, at the time, is a tiny community in the midst of the desert (with a population of several hundred or perhaps a few thousand). Everyone knows everyone. If a traveler arrives, it is no small event, given the difficulty of travel and the small population. Everyone learns about new arrivals within hours. The system of personal relationships established by familial, tribal, and other bonds ensures that news is spread around much more efficiently than can ever be accomplished by today's six o'clock news. A man appears whom no one knows, but no one has arrived in town for several days, except the uncle of so and so, whom several of them have already seen.Not only do the companions fail to recognize the man, but he also shows no signs of travel, which is very strange. If they do not know him, then he must be a newly arrived traveler. Someone would not be able to freshen up that quickly after several days of travel in the desert, even if he had traveled only by night on the back of a camel. (You think you feel bad after six hours in a car-think of six days in the hottest and dustiest environment you can imagine, with no air conditioned rest stops for coffee or soda.)As soon as the man arrives, everyone is all ears. Who can this person be, and how did he get here without our knowing about it? Next strange fact: The man is obviously on familiar terms with the Prophet of God. He comes right up to him and kneels down in front of him, his knees against the Prophet's knees. Notice that the Prophet himself is kneeling, not in prayer as modern Westerners might kneel, but simply because kneeling is, for most Orientals, the simplest and at the same time the most respectful way to sit. Remember that, even in houses, chairs were unheard of. People sat on the ground, as they still do in much of the world-and this includes some of the richest and most sophisticated parts of the world, such as Japan. For most of the ancient world, chairs were the prerogative of kings.You would not go right up to a person and kneel with your knees touching his unless he were, for example, your brother or a very close friend. The normal procedure, even if the person sitting there was just an ordinary person, would be to greet him from a respectful distance and keep the distance. But the stranger from the desert obviously knows Muhammad very well. He even places his hands upon Muhammad's thighs, which would be an unheard of piece of effrontery if the man were a stranger.

Excerpted from the book "The Vision of Islam" by Sachiko Murata and William C. Chttick

[rainy-autumn-day]

50 songs to listen to this autumn

1 Gabrielle Aplin — Let Me In

2 FRAWLEY — Ain't Nobody's Baby

3 Patrick Martin — Stranger Nights

4 X Ambassadors — HOLD YOU DOWN

5 Better Off - Jeremy Zucker & Chelsea Cutler(Axley Remix)

6 I don't wanna be you anymore- Billie Eilish Cover

7 Bastille - Haunt (Live from the Troubadour)

8 Bad Blood - Bastille

9 BTSTU (Demo)

10 Beautiful Thing - Grace VanderWaal

11 POISON & WINE by The Civil Wars [Cover] - Jeric Medina and Julianne

12 Ira Wolf - Fickle Heart

13 Ingrid Michaelson - Light Me Up

14 Fenne Lily. — Top To Toe

15 9 Crimes (by Damien Rice feat. Lisa Hannigan)

16 Love Will Have Its Sacrifices By SOLES

17 Ed Sheeran - The A Team

18 isthatwhatyoumint — haunted

19 Jack Campbell - "Absentee"

20 Black City Lights - Offering

21 Till Forever - Acoustic

22 Lucy Schwartz Music — Ghost In My House

23 Gabrielle Aplin — Never Fade

24 Almost Autumn — A Little More

25 If I Stay- Halo Ane Brun

26 Shooting stars- Owl City (Credi remix)

27 Gabrielle Aplin — Lying To The Mirror

28 Go Easy Little Doves, I'll Be Fine

29 Electric Owls - Darken Me

30 Closer by The Tiny

31 Trent Dabbs - Turn Our Eyes Away

32 Gabrielle Aplin — Keep Pushing Me

33 Wicked Game By James Vincent

34 Gabrielle Aplin — Out On My Own

35 Eliza Rickman — Pretty Little Head

36 Billie Marten - Bird

37 Cleavers — Sleeping At Last - Earth

38 Two Hands by Chew Lips

39 Gabrielle Aplin — Home

40 Rebecca Black - The Great Divide

41 Mayday Parade - Ghosts

42 Learn me right

43 Gone, Gone, Gone - Phillip Phillips

44 Allie Marshall ♫ — Tee Shirt - Birdy

45 Aldous Harding - Stop Your Tears'

46 Jonathan Coulton - Creepy Doll

47 Ellie Goulding - Take Me to Church

48 Hopeless Wanderer (Mumford and Sons)

49 Radical Face — The Crooked Kind

50 Imagine Dragons - Walking the wire(Cover)

51 Ailee - Heaven Lullaby + Autumn Wind Ver.

52 OH MY GIRL - Closer Lullaby + Autumn Wind Ver.

[thetruthseekerway]

The Hadith of Archangel Gabriel

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The Hadith of Archangel Gabriel

By Sachiko Murata, William C. Chittick

The Hadith of Archangel Gabriel

Umar ibn al-Khattab said: One day when we were with God’s messenger, a man with very white clothing and very black hair came up to us. No mark of travel was visible on him, and none of us recognized him. Sitting down before the Prophet, leaning his knees against his, and placing his hands on his thighs, he said, “Tell me, Muhammad, about submission.”

He replied, ‘Submission means that you should bear witness that there is no god but God and that Muhammad is God’s messenger, that you should perform the ritual prayer, pay the alms tax, fast during Ramadan, and make the pilgrimage to the House if you are able to go there.”

The man said, “You have spoken the truth.” We were surprised at his questioning him and then declaring that he had spoken the truth. He said “Now tell me about faith.”

He replied, “Faith means that you have faith in God, His angels, His books, His messengers, and the Last Day, and that you have faith in the measuring out, both its good and its evil.”

Remarking that he had spoken the truth, he then said, “Now tell me about doing what is beautiful.”

He replied, “Doing what is beautiful means that you should worship God as if you see Him, for even if you do not see Him, He sees you.”

Then the man said, “Tell me about the Hour”

The Prophet replied, “About that he who is questioned knows no more than the questioner.”

The man said, “Then tell me about its marks.”

He said, “The slave girl will give birth to her mistress, and you will see the barefoot, the naked, the destitute, and the shepherds vying with each other in building.”

Then the man went away. After I had waited for a long time, the Prophet said to me, “Do you know who the questioner was, ‘Umar?” I replied, “God and His messenger know best. “He said, “He was Gabriel. He came to teach you your religion. ”

To begin explaining the meaning of this hadith let us flesh it out by adding some background information that would be obvious to the original listeners but not to a reader situated many centuries and miles away.

Try to imagine the situation. The Messenger of God, at the time the greatest human being on the face of the earth (as far as his companions were concerned – and the historical record bears them out), is sitting at the edge of an oasis in Medina with a group of his companions, that is, people who have accepted that he is the mouthpiece of God. Suddenly a man appears whom no one recognizes.

Medina, at the time, is a tiny community in the midst of the desert (with a population of several hundred or perhaps a few thousand). Everyone knows everyone. If a traveler arrives, it is no small event, given the difficulty of travel and the small population. Everyone learns about new arrivals within hours. The system of personal relationships established by familial, tribal, and other bonds ensures that news is spread around much more efficiently than can ever be accomplished by today’s six o’clock news. A man appears whom no one knows, but no one has arrived in town for several days, except the uncle of so and so, whom several of them have already seen.

Not only do the companions fail to recognize the man, but he also shows no signs of travel, which is very strange. If they do not know him, then he must be a newly arrived traveler. Someone would not be able to freshen up that quickly after several days of travel in the desert, even if he had traveled only by night on the back of a camel. (You think you feel bad after six hours in a car-think of six days in the hottest and dustiest environment you can imagine, with no air-conditioned rest stops for coffee or soda.)

As soon as the man arrives, everyone is all ears. Who can this person be, and how did he get here without our knowing about it? Next strange fact: The man is obviously on familiar terms with the Prophet of God. He comes right up to him and kneels down in front of him, his knees against the Prophet’s knees. Notice that the Prophet himself is kneeling, not in prayer as modern Westerners might kneel, but simply because kneeling is, for most Orientals, the simplest and at the same time the most respectful way to sit. Remember that, even in houses, chairs were unheard of. People sat on the ground, as they still do in much of the world and this includes some of the richest and most sophisticated parts of the world, such as Japan. For most of the ancient world, chairs were the prerogative of kings.

You would not go right up to a person and kneel with your knees touching his unless he were, for example, your brother or a very close friend. The normal procedure, even if the person sitting there was just an ordinary person, would be to greet him from a respectful distance and keep the distance. But the stranger from the desert obviously knows Muhammad very well. He even places his hands upon Muhammad’s thighs, which would be an unheard of piece of effrontery if the man were a stranger. Then the man addresses Muhammad by his name, whereas people always address him by his title, Messenger of God. The man begins talking without introduction as if he had been part of the conversation all along.

Once Muhammad answers the man’s first question, the man says, “You have spoken the truth.” ‘Umar remarks, “We were surprised at his questioning him and then declaring that he had spoken the truth.” This is an enormous understatement. More likely, the companions were flabbergasted. What kind of insolence is this? To come up to God’s own messenger and begin to grill him, and then to pat him on the head as if he were a schoolboy! This is inconceivable. But then again, the companions took their clues from Muhammad. He was acting as if all this were perfectly normal and natural. What could they do but follow his example?

After the man leaves, Muhammad waits awhile, allowing his companions to think about this strange event. Finally, he tells them what had happened. They would not soon forget, and you can be sure that by that night, everyone in Medina had heard about Gabriel’s appearance. No one was supposed to forget about this visit, for the Prophet had just presented them with their religion in a nutshell. If they ever wanted to know what was essential in Islam, all they had to do was remember the strange events of this day.

———–

Excerpted from the book “The Vision of Islam” by Sachiko Murata and William C. Chttick.

[melanieph321]

Gabriel Medina x Reader - Untamable Part 1/8

Part 2

Reader spends the summer with her first love, Gabriel Medina, for him to get a chance to know their three year old son. However, both Reader and Gabriel struggle to keep their feelings at bay.

Enjoy!

"Just hang tight baby, we're almost there."

You were coming home. After three years away, you were finally coming home. The delay was mainly due to your son, whose birth surprised many. First and foremost, his father's side of the family, as they made it very clear that they wanted nothing to do with you or your son. But then came the letters. The many letters that went against everything you had come to believe about your life.

"If you would give me a chance to be a good father, I would be." One of the letters read. The one that currently burned in your pocket convinced you to make this trip. It made you agree to stay for the summer. To let your son finally get to know his father.

"Look, Nemo, that's Vovó!" You pointed towards the docks ahead, where a red Toyota was spotted in the distance. Standing next to it was an old woman, grey haired and tanned skin. Just like you remembered her.

Your heart was beating heavily once the ferry approached the docks. Your son clung to your neck, a look of terror in his eyes as they fixiated upon the water below.

"It's okay, baby. We're almost there." You got off the boat carrying your son in your arms. The old woman standing by the red Toyota stood clenching her heart, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Meus anjos. Vocês estão em casa." (My angels. You're home.)

"Vovó!" You rushed towards your grandmother, wrapping your arms around her with your son still pinned to your hips.

"When did you get so big? Both of you?" She pinched your son's cheeks, having only gotten to know his face through the photos you've sent. "A damn shame." She muttered, stepping back to get a better look at him.

"What?"

"He looks just like his father. Jet black hair and a pair of gorgeous eyes. All that's missing are the tattoos."

"Vovó."

"Oh give me a break." She waved and carried your son towards her run down car. "Come on now, everyone's waiting for us."

By everyone, you thought your grandma meant your closest relatives, not the entire neighborhood in the village you grew up in.

"Welcome home!"

They greeted you with presents and banners. And the neighborhood children gifted you with drawings of the island, seen from the outskirts of São Sebastião.

"Please, please, let us hold the baby?"

Your son was passed around between relatives like a hot potato. The many new faces overstimulating him. Nevertheless, it was funny how they all said the same thing.

"Dear God, the child has his fathers eyes."

"All that's missing are the tattoos."

"That's what I said."

"Vovó, please." You sighed.

"What? The boy does have his father's eyes."

"Let's hope that he doesn't have his father's issues." Someone added, which made you put an end to passing around of your son. It had been a long journey from São Paulo, and the two of you needed to freshen up before dinner.

It was odd, being back home. You had always loved the ocean. The untamable sea. It was natural for you as an island girl to spend your time in the water almost every day. The taste of salt would linger on your lips from morning til noon and it wouldn't be until the ocean's color shifted from blue to red that you would wade back towards shore, making way for another day. However, it was a long time ago that you could call yourself an island girl. Since then, that girl has become a woman, dreaming of becoming a nurse by studying in the vibrant city of São Paulo.

Your pregnancy had been a setback for sure, but not the end of your dreams. It was your fault for getting caught up in your past by returning to a love you clearly lost a long time ago. That's why his letters were even more confusing to you. At least the timing of them, considering how things ended between you and your son's father. The letters weren't just a plead to become involved in your son's life again. They were also a declaration of love. Love for you.

"Leaving you behind is one of my biggest regrets in life. I've loved you since before I could even express what love was. And so I've carried the burden of letting you go like a burning chip on my shoulder. Missing the birth of my son only increased the heat of it. To think that you had to go through all of it alone breaks my heart. With all sincerity, please forgive me. Yours truly, Gabriel."

"Querida?"

There was a light knock on the bathroom door. Your grandmother poked her head in, smiling at the sight of your son washing his little hands in the bathroom sink.

"We'll be right there vovó."

"I'm just letting you know." She said, her smile fading a little as she shifted to look at you.

"Letting me know what vovó?"

"Gabriel is here, dear. I'm afraid he just arrived."

"Oh."

He was early. You knew that he was coming, however, hoped to give your son a bit more time to adjust to his new home for the summer. Nevertheless, tomorrow might as well be today.

"Tell him we' ll be right there." You nodded.

Part 2

[leclewi]

false god — medina.

warnings ⟅ conotação sexual, palavrão.

WHAT ABOUT?╭ . .⃗ vocês brigam, mas ainda se amam.

MARI’S NOTES! ╭ . .⃗ oi vidocasss, me pediram e eu trouxe mais meu homem. espero que gostem de vdd! se vcs puderem comentar o que acharam, eu aprecio demais! eu não sei se eu gostei desse, relação de amor e ódio. não revisei, perdão por qualquer erro.

a bateria não foi boa. faltou ondas, atenção, equilíbrio, suporte e cabeça. gabriel não tinha cabeça, desde quando vocês brigaram pela manhã. uma briga sem fundamentos, sem nexos e sentido, mas mesmo assim acontecia.

a prancha logo foi jogada ao chão, a imprensa pedindo por uma palavra, mas ele não tinha alguma. o corpo dele doía, a água gelada secando tornou o traje grudento e desconfortável. o mundo contra medina e, aparentemente você também.

o foco dele era voltar para o hotel, ter o mínimo de conforto que ele podia, merecia, depois dessa prova. mas, a visão do seu rosto absento de um sorriso, fez a frustação vencer a vulnerabilidade. assim como palavras se tornavam armas, o silêncio era um abismo de pena. e era seu mecanismo, ele aprendeu — forçadamente —, mas aprendeu. de certa forma, o acalmava.

o amor não era algo rotulado, um jogo com um manual de instruções, era uma dádiva, concedida pelo seu próprio organismo e lá se sabe quem, se você acreditar. é uma destreza, necessitada de tempo e sofrimento para ser entendida e manejada. e gabriel sabia, que pra te amar, precisava sofrer antes amando as suas imperfeições.

no quarto de hotel, ele foi para o banheiro, ainda quieto. o banho foi demorado, a água quente queimava as tatuagens e ele rogava para que o ressentimento também fosse embora.

“qual foi, s/a?” foram as primeiras palavras que ele direcionou a você, depois desse tempo. “esse silêncio vai te matar antes mesmo que eu te diga desculpas.”

a sua raiva ainda borbulhava por dentro, de forma branda e controlada, mas o suficiente para que você rolasse seus olhos. “como se você fosse capaz.” sua voz sussurrada.

ele resolveu ignorar, o amor em ação era uma coisa horrenda em comparação ao amor dos filmes. a ação de ignorar a alfinetada e a dor que ele sentiu uma prova.

“você não tem ideia.” ele referiu a você de novo, o corpo dele afundando ao seu lado. um suspiro pesado e cheio de cansaço flutuando dos lábios dele. — tão lindos. “foi uma porcaria, eu tô me sentindo mal. e você ainda insiste na ironia. por deus, s/n.”

querendo ou não, te afetou. você causou o cansaço nele, de certa forma, você causou uma infelicidade maior quando negou o que ele queria, o amor e conforto. o silenciou possuiu de novo.

“você me tira do sério.” você admitiu, sua mão acariciando o braço dele antes mesmo de pensar. o erro dele realmente te tirou do sério, você disse coisas que não deveria, assim como ele te disse coisas que não deveriam ter sido nem cogitadas. — mas, ele ainda era aquele gabriel. o que faria de qualquer coisa para redimir seus erros, mesmo que negaria as desculpas.

ele sem pensar te beijou, rolou para o lado e grudou seus lábios. o amor não sobressaia o ressentimento, a dor, mágoa, aquilo era parte do amor de vocês, de qualquer um. a necessidade se sobressaia.

o corpo dele se pressionou contra o seu, te prendendo contra a cama. “você que é maluca.” ele protestou, em um gemido pequeno e quieto, relaxando na sua pele. “sério, ciúmes daquela bruaca loira?”

sua mão puxou alguns fios do cabelo dele, em retaliação, mas falhou quando seu sorrisinho apareceu. “minha culpa se você é educado demais? qual foi, ela ainda fala de você.” a explicação meia boca serviu de nada, além de alimentar o ego dele e apaziguar as sensações ruins.

não importa as condições, vocês ainda se amariam. os lábios dele — constantemente admirados por você. — deixaram um beijo no seu nariz, “você não quis me escutar, s/n. não vem com essa.” um selinho no seus lábios. “é sério. me mata toda vez que você resolve calar a boca e ainda me leva junto nessa porra de silêncio.”

uma das mãos dele guiou sua perna para descansar na cintura dele, obediente seu corpo seguiu. o toque físico era sua melhor forma de reconciliar e foi isso que você fez, beijou ele antes mesmo que ele pudesse te retaliar de novo.

a língua dele era tão familiar que seu coração apertou, um dia e meio era o suficiente para você sentir falta dele. e vice-versa. ele procurava pelo seu corpo, pressionando o quadril dele em meio a suas pernas.

não demorou muito para vocês estarem doendo de desejo. “desculpa.” você tentou e ele não caiu, riu da sua palavra. “mentira, nem vem.”

ele se levantou, ainda no meio das suas pernas, puxando sua saia para baixo sem prolongamento. você desmanchou nas mãos dele, como sempre.

“tá, bobão.” você riu de volta e ele te beijou.

[wagconts]

𝗠𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗮 𝘅 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿! 𝗙𝗲𝗺!

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 :: One Day with You and Medina

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 :: no warnings.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 :: 0.590k

𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 :: English isn't my first language; I write my stories in my native language and translate them with the help of translators. So, if anything's confusing, I'm sorry! Sometimes it might be a local slang.

─ Such a bummer, huh? ─ Gabriel walked up to me.

─ About what exactly?

─ You won't get to see the show I was gonna put on today. ─ he said with a smirk.

Unfortunately, the surf competition got postponed because of the wave conditions. They let us know at the last minute, though. All the surfers were ready, including Medina, and even the news crews were there.

─ Seriously, you're so not full of yourself, are you?

Medina and I have known each other for ages. After I finished my journalism degree, I chose to work in areas related to the sea, like surfing and sailing. I've always been a beach lover, so it was the perfect fit.

Our "relationship" has always been like this—full of teasing and banter. Scooby, one of Medina's good friends, who also became my friend for a while, says that deep down, we love each other.

─ I can't believe it, got all dressed up for nothing. ─ he said, sticking his board in the sand and sitting down next to me.

─ Things don't always go our way. You were all confident and '𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦.

─ You're ridiculous! You were supposed to have my back," he laughed.

─ Who says I'm not? I just keep quiet so I don't inflate your ego.

─ You could use this time to try surfing. ─ he said, looking at me.

─ Are you nuts? The competition got postponed because of the waves, and you wanna go surf!

─ They postponed it, not me. I'd be out there catching waves right now. ─ he said, pointing to the forming waves.

─ Go ahead, I'm good right here.

─ You don't know how to live a little. I'm sure if Pedro were here, you'd go.

─ No way! Pedro's even crazier than you. ─ I said.

─ Alright then, 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵, I'll go change and be back to drag you into the ocean. ─ he said, kissing my forehead before grabbing his board and heading to the locker rooms.

[ .... ]

─ How nice! Great friends you are. ─ Scooby said as we sat at the same table for lunch.

─ Here we go. ─ Medina said, rolling his eyes.

─ They went for a swim and caught a wave without inviting me ─ Pedro said, feigning drama. ─ I thought you guys cared about me.

─ Sorry, dude! ─ I said. ─ We had no idea where you were.

─ And we wanted some alone time, but with you around, it's impossible.

─ Gabriel! ─ I scolded him, and he laughed.

─ On top of that, you're dating and didn't tell me! ─ Pedro continued.

─ He's lying; we just went surfing, nothing more!

─ 𝘏𝘶𝘮𝘮, sure ─ Medina muttered under his breath.

[ .... ]

─ Is Greece's economy that bad? ─ Medina barged into my room while I was putting on makeup for dinner. ─ Because this Greek goddess escaped to be near me.

─ What a lame pickup line, Gabriel ─ I shot back, unimpressed. ─ You used to be better at these.

─ Of course I used to be better; I've used up all my best lines, and you still don't care ─ he said, making me laugh.

─ Keep trying, maybe one day, huh? ─ I blew him a kiss, and he pretended to catch it mid-air.

[nights-days]

Naveed Ahmed - Who was Prophet Muhammad ﷺ Spoken Word

..May Allah reunite us with him in Jannah...

Born in the year of the Elephant Even as a child he was special it was evident Birth of The Prophet mentioned in the Old Testament Deuteronomy 18:18 that’s your reference

Perfectly proportioned the most handsome, most elegant Impeccable character the most humble and intelligent Compassionate, considerate in speech he was most eloquent Even before he was a Prophet he was a man of great eminence He’s ranked number one in Michael Heart’s book most influential Please refer to the books of Hadith If you need to check his credentials His message is worshipping Allah alone is essential and The Quran and his teachings make up all our fundamentals

On the day of Judgement, we rely on Allah’s mercy and his intercession. His words pearls of wisdom teaching us valuable lessons Liberator of women’s rights he was against all oppression The English language can’t do justice Forgive me for my indiscretions His face was more radiant than the full moon And his sweat smells better than the most expensive perfume The light that shone bright like the sun shines at noon

Follow his example if you want to be Al Muttaqun (the pious) He came to an illiterate nation at a time of desperation He was a real revolutionary who ruled by revelation Seal of the Prophets we wish him peace and salutation Testify he’s the messenger of Allah before our daily congregation

When the Arabs worshipped fire and idols he took them out of Jahiliyya (ignorance) Those were the real dark ages until people started to see clear He faced so many hardships but still he’d persevere And his Dawah is the reason why you see me standing here Even his enemies knew him as As Sadiq Al Amin (The truthful and trustworthy one) They tried to assassinate his character when he spread the message of Tawheed (Islamic monotheism) He tried to invite everybody to Sirat Al Mustaqim (straight path) but most rejected his message and didn’t take heed

Every step he’d take was for Allah and his Deen (religon) Allah split the moon for the Quraish yet they still didn’t believe In fact they tortured the believers What a horrid sight it must’ve been But imagine the status in Jannah of the earliest Shaheed (martyr) They called him a liar, a soothsayer, a madman and a magician They couldn’t swallow their pride and let go of their traditions Offered him power wealth and women to stop spreading the religion But he said even if you offer me the sun and the moon I won’t accept your proposition They threw animal intestines on the Prophet while he was in prostration Even stepped on the blessed neck of the best of all creation

But instead of retaliation he turned to his lord in supplication Inna Allah Ma As Sabireen (2:153), Verily Allah is with the patient He was boycotted insulted treated like an outcast But through the pain and the struggle, he’d still remain steadfast He’s a mercy to mankind it even says in the Quran Surat Al Anbiya verse 107 He even lead the Anbiya (Prophets) in Salah before he ascended above the heavens

When he went to preach in Ta’if, yeah, they pelted him with stones He had blood soaked shoes and he was bruised down to the bone Jibreel (Gabriel) Alayhi Salam (peace be upon him) descended and said give me the command and I’ll get the angel of mountains to destroy all their homes but Allah’s merciful messenger said no and let them be for the land may one day be home to people who believe

I remember these stories in times of difficulty And remind myself that The Prophet had it more difficult than me Even through the slander and the rumours spread by the people of Quraish The Ansar came to know about the Prophets message and his demeanour They accepted Islam and vowed to keep The Prophet safe

So The Messenger Of Allah had migrated to Madinah At that that time it was known as the city of Yathrib He ended their tribal feuds and led the people with justice The land of the dates became the most blessed place Became an even bigger problem for the people of Quraish Because their caravans to Shaam were no longer safe The believers had a home, Islam had a base

He was content in every situation as it is all Allah’s Qadr He even had the help of the angels at the battle of Badr He taught us to love for ourselves what we love for each other And SubhanAllah he even referred to you and me as his brothers I envy the sand that met his blessed feet It’s hard to comprehend how a man could be so humble He’s the perfect example for the likes of you and me He even forgave the people that mutilated his uncle

The Sahaba became human shields for The Prophet When he would make Wudu (ritual purification) They would make sure they catch every single droplet of water that would flow off his blessed body Their actions proved that they loved him more than anybody Islam spread from medina Muslims multiplied in numbers The idolaters in Makkah feared that their days were numbered

And when The Prophet returned to Makkah he could have taken his revenge On the people who use to oppress and torment He could have captured and enslaved them He was in a position of power and surrounded by thousands of brave men What he did next left the people in amazement Rahmatul Lil Alameen (mercy to the worlds) Turned around and forgave them The best leader the best father the best husband the best person Imagine how it must have felt to witness the last sermon Imagine you were there and lent an attentive ear And you had to hear that the messenger of Allah May not be with you the next year.

Indeed, the greatest calamity is when he departed this Dunya We show our love for the beloved by following his Sunnah Insha’Allah on the Day of Judgment We get to drink from his blessed hand 21st century role model he’s not just your average 7th century man May Allah reunite us with him in Jannah And save us from the fire of Jahannam We love him more than our own selves.

Muhammad sallallahu alayhi wasallam (peace be upon him)

[womenofcolor15]

DJ D-Nice Hosts The Hottest #ClubQuarantine Party Ever – Michelle Obama, Oprah, Janet Jackson, Joe Biden & Tons More Virtually Pull Up, Reaches 100K Viewers

Folks have been struggling being quarantined due to the spread of the Coronavirus. However, DJ D-Nice is making it or new normal more tolerable. More inside…

  DJ D-Nice has the world rocking…literally!

The federal government advised we all self-quarantine and to not gather in groups over 10 people, dubbed "social distancing." So, DJ D-Nice brought the party to everyone’s living room!

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                  I never would’ve imagined that the best party I would create and DJ would be from the comfort of my own home. Homeschool is a thing! Yesterday was absolutely insane. The amount of artists and friends that virtually partied with me far exceeded my expectations. I’m feeling nothing but gratitude. Thanks to all of you that supported. This has been a great way to keep our spirits high. Blessings! Sending some love to my family. Shout out to all of my industry execs! Much love to all of the artists! JLo, Drake, Naomi Campbell, De La Soul, Black Thought, Diddy, Bun B., Keri Hilson, Will Packer, Gabrielle Union, H.E.R., America Ferrara, Donnie Wahlberg, Uncle Luke, Russell Simmons, Dapper Dan, Rob Morgan, Mary J. Blige, DJ Khaled, T.I., Kelly Rowland, Common, Lance Gross, Queen Latifah, DJ Clark Kent, Rich Medina, DJ Tony Touch, Stretch Armstrong, Traci Ellis Ross, Ne-Yo, Usher, DJ Premier, Swizz Beatz, NO I.D., Yvette Noel Schure, Erykah Badu, Fat Joe, Jay Electronica, PNB Rock, Nile Rogers, Fonzworth Bentley, Marisa Tomei, Michelle Williams, Victor Cruz, Karruenche Tran, Ciara, Daymond John, Angie Martinez, Groove Theory’s Bryce, Tank, Cam’ron, Ludacris, Fabolous, Dorian Missick, Yvette Nicole Brown, Tasha Smith, Jadakiss, Kwamé, Chris Spencer, Royale Watkins, Estelle, Bresha Webb, Jermaine Dupri, Vanessa Williams, DJ Aktive, Lee Daniels, Affion Crockett, MC Lyte, Ro James, D-Dot Angelette, Kenny Burns, Tika Sumpter, Marlon Wayans, Lauren London, Loni Love, Dallas Austin, June Ambrose, April Walker, Just Blaze, Kangol Kid from UTFO, Omar Epps, Keisha Epps, Roland Martin, Big Tigger, DJ Trauma, Lil Jon, Dule Hill, Jazmyn Simon, DJ Cassidy, Marsai Martin, Lance Gross, Anthony Hamilton, Young Guru, Lalah Hathaway, Carl Payne, Damien Hall, Denyce Lawton, Lennox Lewis, Niecy Nash, Mashonda, Erick Sermon, Jairobi, DJ Envy, DJ Enuff, Miles Brown, Lamann Rucker, Mark Brown, DJ VLuv, and more. Wow! #DNiceHomeschool #DNicePhotography #SelfPortrait.

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  Over the last few days, DJ D-Nice has been hopping on IG Live to host what he calls “Homeschool at Club Quaratine.” Last night, EVERYONE was in the online mix. Like, everyone. We've been rocking out since Day 1!

Forever First Lady Michelle Obama, Drake, Ciara, Janet Jackson, Rihanna, Oprah, Gayle King, Queen Latifah, Naomi Campbell, Steve Wonder, Clive Davis, Chaka Khan, Will Smith, Diddy, Ellen DeGeneres, Bruno Mars, LL Cool J, Jada Pinkett Smith, Quincy Jones, Joe Budden, Jadakiss, Fabolous, Magic Johnson, Nia Long and Tina Knowles Lawson joined in on the TURN UP. Politicians also joined in, including Joe Biden, Bernie Sanders and Kamala Harris.

"I never would’ve imagined that the best party I would create and DJ would be from the comfort of my own home," DJ D-Nice wrote on IG. "Homeschool is a thing! Yesterday was absolutely insane. The amount of artists and friends that virtually partied with me far exceeded my expectations. I’m feeling nothing but gratitude. Thanks to all of you that supported. This has been a great way to keep our spirits high. Blessings! Sending some love to my family. Shout out to all of my industry execs! Much love to all of the artists!"

And guess what?!

Last night, the Live stream peaked all the way up to 100,000 viewers. Woot! 

The good vibes caught the attention of The New York Times: “Sitting at home during this quarantine I started to feel empty,” he told them. “There is nothing like playing the music and feeling the music.”

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                  #Homeschoolin

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And he doesn't stop. Some of his sessions have gone up to 9 hours long!

Step into the party below:

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                  One good knee right now but gotta move its called jammin in your jammies with @dnice someone commented that we should not be dancing right now ! There is a time to pray, which i have done several times today, a time to be sad , which i have also done today , a time to check on everyone , which i have done today , now a time to enjoy an hour of joy listening to music that brings back fun memories and connecting thru this thoughtful young man @dnice Who has been bringing joy for seven hours straight. “ “Dont let anyone Steal your Joy” . That is a Woodrownash sculpture @woodrownash. My talented friend

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    Best party of 1 and 100k I ever been to! Thanks @djdnice #ClubQuarantine

— Oprah Winfrey (@Oprah) March 22, 2020

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                  #MichelleObama dropped in on #DJDNice’s lit IG concert. Several celebs also tuned in online, including #Oprah, #EllenDeGeneres, #GayleKing, #TinaKnowlesLawson, #BrunoMars, #LLCoolJ, #BernieSanders, #JoeBiden and #KamalaHarris. He also hit 100k viewers! @badgyalreesie

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    DJ D-Nice reaches 100k people at #ClubQuarantine breaking IG live records pic.twitter.com/DmFUOU9dEt

— Complex Ambition (@ComplexAmbition) March 22, 2020

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                  Listening and dancing to @dnice live on Instagram. Everyone is there. It’s the biggest party in the world.

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  Presidential Candidates Joe Biden and Bernie Sanders rocking out with 72k people at DJ D-Nice Homeschool Party #ClubQuarantine pic.twitter.com/QCjMwV2LZX

— Charisse Roland (@SugaC920) March 22, 2020

    Presidential Candidates Joe Biden and Bernie Sanders rocking out with 72k people at DJ D-Nice Homeschool Party #ClubQuarantine pic.twitter.com/QCjMwV2LZX

— Charisse Roland (@SugaC920) March 22, 2020

    D-Nice was “fangirling” like crazy when he saw her join live then played a whole @JanetJackson set. Like 5 of her songs back to back.

D-Nice: “One of my favorite artists is in here, Janet Jackson,”

“We love you Janet. C’mon man. We love you. It’s insane.” #ClubQuarantine pic.twitter.com/379YjePw1d

— CH A M E L E O N (@Chameleon876) March 22, 2020

  Former NFLer Spice Adams shared a hilarious DJ D-Nice paradoy:

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                  Love you man!! You’re a legend!!

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                  And it’s not close.

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  No lies told.

DJ D-Nice is set to hop back on live today at 3pm PST/6pm EST. We're ready!

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Luciano Huck and friends will donate R $ 1.5 million to help slums against COVID-19

The presenter of Rede Globo Luciano Huck joined some friends Celebrity, in the last week, to promote a solidarity action in times of a worldwide pandemic due to the new coronavirus (COVID-19). The idea was to raise financial funds to help the poorest communities in the city of Rio de Janeiro, at a time when many poor families are at risk of not having work, money and, consequently, food in their layoffs. The information came from the columnist of the newspaper “O Dia”, Fábia Oliveira.

Action by Luciano Huck and his companions

The friends Luciano Huck managed to get together to do this solidarity campaign are: Bruninho Resende (33 years old), Gabriel Medina (26 years old), Neymar (28 years old), Rafael Zulu (37 years old) and Thiaguinho (37 years old). Together they form a self-titled group “Board”, where friends get together for trips or parties.

This time, the meeting was for a noble cause and this Sunday (29), the husband of the also presenter Angélica went to her accounts on social networks to make an account of the campaign mentioned above.

In the publication, he wrote that everything that was collected (about R $ 1.5 million) by the family and friends involved, will be donated to favelas and underprivileged communities in the wonderful city. He said he was connected to social entrepreneurship active in this type of poorer region and that he has 20 years of partnership, when he was in various corners of Brazil.

Message from Luciano Huck

Along with this post that the presenter made this Sunday (29), was a motivational and hopeful message: “Solidarity must be more contagious than the virus”.

Lastly, he summoned people who are able and supportive to do the same act that he. Famous artists such as Preta Gil (45 years old), Astrid Fontenelle (58 years old) and singer Sandy (37 years old) reacted to the publication of the presenter of “Caldeirão do Huck” by placing some emojis and congratulating him.

Controversial week for Luciano Huck

This attitude of the global presenter served to counter ua very delicate situation that he lived during the last week.

Angélica's husband is a partner of Junior Durski in the restaurant chain called “Madero”. However, the partner put him in dire straits when he used his account on a social network to defend that Brazil does not stop entirely due to the worldwide pandemic of the new coronavirus. Junior stated that the country cannot promote social isolation just because “5000 or 7000 people are going to die”.

Luciano Huck also used his Twitte accountr to hit your partner last Tuesday (24). He said that he was always interested in entrepreneurship and that he has several partners in companies that he decided to invest in, however, he stressed: “It would be unreasonable to imagine that everyone thought the same way about everything. “

I always liked to undertake. Throughout my life I had, and have, a significant number of partners, especially founders of the companies in which I invested. It would be unreasonable to imagine everyone thinking the same way about everything.

– Luciano Huck (@LucianoHuck) March 24, 2020

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The Hadith of Gabriel

Umar ibn al-Khattab said: One day when we were with God's messenger, a man with very white clothing and very black hair came up to us. No mark of travel was visible on him, and none of us recognized him. Sitting down before the Prophet, leaning his knees against his, and placing his hands on his thighs, he said, "Tell me, Muhammad, about submission."

He replied, 'Submission means that you should bear witness that there is no god but God and that Muhammad is God's messenger, that you should perform the ritual prayer, pay the alms tax, fast during Ramadan, and make the pilgrimage to the House if you are able to go there."

The man said, "You have spoken the truth." We were surprised at his questioning him and then declaring that he had spoken the truth. He said "Now tell me about faith."

He replied, "Faith means that you have faith in God, His angels, His books, His messengers, and the Last Day, and that you have faith in the measuring out, both its good and its evil."

Remarking that he had spoken the truth, he then said, "Now tell me about doing what is beautiful."

He replied, "Doing what is beautiful means that you should worship God as if you see Him, for even if you do not see Him, He sees you."

Then the man said, "Tell me about the Hour"

The Prophet replied, "About that he who is questioned knows no more than the questioner."

The man said, "Then tell me about its marks."

He said, "The slave girl will give birth to her mistress, and you will see the barefoot, the naked, the destitute, and the shepherds vying with each other in building."

Then the man went away. After I had waited for a long time, the Prophet said to me, "Do you know who the questioner was, 'Umar?" I replied, "God and His messenger know best. "He said, "He was Gabriel. He came to teach you your religion. "

To begin explaining the meaning of this hadith let us flesh it out by adding some background information that would be obvious to the original listeners but not to a reader situated many centuries and miles away.

Try to imagine the situation. The Messenger of God, at the time the greatest human being on the face of the earth (as far as his companions were concerned - and the historical record bears them out), is sitting at the edge of an oasis in Medina with a group of his companions, that is, people who have accepted that he is the mouthpiece of God. Suddenly a man appears whom no one recognizes.

Medina, at the time, is a tiny community in the midst of the desert (with a population of several hundred or perhaps a few thousand). Everyone knows everyone. If a traveler arrives, it is no small event, given the difficulty of travel and the small population. Everyone learns about new arrivals within hours. The system of personal relationships established by familial, tribal, and other bonds ensures that news is spread around much more efficiently than can ever be accomplished by today's six o'clock news. A man appears whom no one knows, but no one has arrived in town for several days, except the uncle of so and so, whom several of them have already seen.

Not only do the companions fail to recognize the man, but he also shows no signs of travel, which is very strange. If they do not know him, then he must be a newly arrived traveler. Someone would not be able to freshen up that quickly after several days of travel in the desert, even if he had traveled only by night on the back of a camel. (You think you feel bad after six hours in a car-think of six days in the hottest and dustiest environment you can imagine, with no air conditioned rest stops for coffee or soda.)

As soon as the man arrives, everyone is all ears. Who can this person be, and how did he get here without our knowing about it? Next strange fact: The man is obviously on familiar terms with the Prophet of God. He comes right up to him and kneels down in front of him, his knees against the Prophet's knees. Notice that the Prophet himself is kneeling, not in prayer as modern Westerners might kneel, but simply because kneeling is, for most Orientals, the simplest and at the same time the most respectful way to sit. Remember that, even in houses, chairs were unheard of. People sat on the ground, as they still do in much of the world-and this includes some of the richest and most sophisticated parts of the world, such as Japan. For most of the ancient world, chairs were the prerogative of kings.

Excerpted from the book "The Vision of Islam" by Sachiko Murata and William C. Chttick

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Slo-mo burpees in a sacred journey

Thanks to jet travel and cheap flights, a trip to the Holy Land is as easy for a Muslim as it is trotting down to the ubiquitous convenience store for a soda.

But it remains a long journey of faith. One that tests you in many ways, and either cures or creates more doubts along the way.

This was my second visit, but a longer and more challenging one than the first done in 2016.

Both were during the Ramadan fasting month, in the summer when days are long and the heat higher than ever. Both equally exciting, interesting and finally uplifting.

Mecca was the first stop, quicker than my first time there but double in time for prayers and circumbulation around the Holy Kaaba in the Holy Mosque. We did two Umrahs in 10 hours, once before dawn and the other by noon.

To say it was packed or crowded would be an understatement. But this was in the last 10 days of the fasting month and considered a more pious or holy period for prayers and pilgrimages.

Patience is key here what with the number of pilgrims such as ourselves making this trip and journey of faith.

Anger, irritation, envy and all that is seen as the badder side of the ego simmer and lurk in the shadows of our minds and corners of our hearts. It would be too easy to give in and only human to do so.

But you to try to rise above it all as you pray, prostate and plead to be a nicer person blessed to be there, if not a pious one.

For everyone is equal in the Holy Mosque as they face the Holy Kaaba. All are in ihram - either in the state of seclusion or in the two pieces of unstitched cloth though women wear their normal modest wear save for exposing their faces.

All too soon, we quit Mecca for the five hour land trip north to Medina in the Hejaz desert where the Prophet Muhammed (PBUH) had moved to nearly 1400 years ago.

I had never been there, for the last trip was short and quick, and my family had visited there before making it to Mecca. This time, Mecca was first and Medina the final destination.

Why? Because many find Medina a lot more serene and peaceful than Mecca where the babble and behaviour of humankind from the Muslim diaspora can be enlightening if not exasperating at times.

Medina, like Mecca, is a holy city in Islam and the Prophet's Mosque here is the second most holiest site after the Holy Mosque in Mecca.

And that would explain the mosque being the locus of the city and the hub of daily life. The Prophet's Mosque in open 24 hours a day, though it has 40 doors and 10 gates.

It is a beautiful mosque, inside and outside its cavernous dimensions supported by so many pillars and lit by circles of chandeliers and spotlights.

Classy and elegant. And serene and peaceful.

The open courtyards within the mosque has huge tarpaulin umbrellas that open to shield from the hot sun and heat and fold for cool breezes to bring down the mercury.

The centre piece of the Prophet's Mosque is the Prophet's Tomb ensconced in the old section of the mosque and under the Green Dome. It is nearest to Door 40, or Jibril (Archangel Gabriel) Gate.

It is said the Archangel Gabriel used that door as the messenger of Quranic verses to the Prophet Muhammed (PBUH).

An area around the tomb is called the Rawdah and is seen as a piece of Paradise and those who get to perform their prayers there are equal to praying in Paradise.

So I didn't get to do that.

But obviously, the Prophet's Tomb is where everyone wants to be at. Some visit and die, fortunately or unfortunately depending on your view. It is said Heaven awaits those expiring there and buried in the Al-Baqi cemetery.

Again, that didn't happen to me. Or you won't be reading this.

While those inside the mosque try to get as close to the Rawdah to pray or get to pray inside the area marked by the green carpet, others spend time outside in prayer as they gaze at the Green Dome among a clutch of silver cupolas or domes if you prefer.

More so after the dawn prayers. Possibly one of the best times to enjoy the sights, sounds and scents of perfumed oils before the mercury shoots to 47 degrees C.

The interior is cooler with air conditioning vents at the base of the pillars while water mist fans mitigate the heat outside.

Most of our prayers were inside the mosque though we did pray at the roof and also in the courtyard outside.

The mosque can comfortably accommodate 600,000 at any one time and some one million during the Ramadan month and the Hajj. It felt like 500,000 of us at most of the prayer times when I was there.

Yet it was calm and orderly throughout our time there. Even queueing up to go past the Prophet's Tomb was a lot more pleasant.

I did that almost daily especially after the dawn and noon prayers.

But our group was fortunate. We managed to get two visits into the library and area next to the tomb where Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) and two of his companions are buried.

An imam sits there to lead prayers for the groups that get to visit the tomb.

But there was some drama for me before the first visit which happened in the early hours of my birthday on June 8.

First, let's just say the visit to the area next to the Prophet's Tomb is a privilege. Malaysia's recently defeated Pm had boasted about it before the polls that buried his career.

And that while a visit can be arranged, the chances of you entering the area depends, whether you're prepared for it.

So, world leaders who are Muslims get to visit and I'm not going to judge that just as much as I don't judge whether I'm worthy for it.

Well, I nearly didn't make it although I was there.

Because just a few hours before the visit, I was breaking my fast and blacked out.

And fell over backwards in my chair and hit my head magically cushioned by my right arm. Also, I puked my guts out.

These things don't ever happen to me.

I came to, picked myself up, apologised to the number of people breaking their fast and got to my room to clean up and rest.

We had a doctor in our group and she came by to check me. She then asked my medical history, found nothing unusual and put the episode down to a bad stomach flu, and the reaction from taking soda water on an empty stomach.

My friend Sharin, whose father had invited me for the pilgrimage, was a walking pharmacy and gave me antibiotics and antihistamines for me to ingest.

I rested a bit and then made my way to the mosque for the visit. I was determined to make it one way or another.

Of course, we had some time before the visit and performed our Terawih prayers obligatory during the fasting month.

I was feverish but attempted it until the end.

My face was flushed, my body tired but the soul was calm and ready. I think the blackout had cleansed me. Well the bath did anyway.

And so we went it. We were told it would just be five minutes or so and to perform our prayers and get ushered out.

Well, we spent nearly an hour there. We prayed many times, all three sides of the tomb.

We were fortunate. And in all that, the clock ticked past midnight into June 8 and I was a year older, a milestone year and praying next to the Prophet's Tomb.

Who would have thought or imagined this day would ever come? Death is certain but this?

I felt blessed, no, I was blessed.

And then we left after all our prayers and for me, seeking the blessings for family, she who can't be named, friends and country.

There were tears in my eyes. Perhaps it was the long hours of contact lenses in a dusty environment.

Right.

Anyway, our group was allowed another visit two days later, although it was a bit shorter due to the number of visitors there.

We prayed.

And I had time to see more of the wrought iron wall and library around the tomb. Here's the thing, we weren't unsure of snapping pictures but we did anyway.

How would I call it? Well it is similar in style to the Nagore Dhargha Sheriff in Penang but the Prophet's Tomb is behind the wrought ironwork.

One doesn't actually get to see the Prophet's Tomb. You just get to pray metres away with the ironwork which provides a polarised view through the fine filigree.

And around it is the pillars and iron shelves that contain the Holy Quran and a few other books that scholars used to read there.

See, Prophet Muhammed (PBUH) died in the 11th Hijrah year, named after the time he led the early Muslims to Medina from Mecca. He was buried in the house he shared with Aisha, next to the original mosque he built from wood and date palm fronds.

His grave is now a tomb, his house the library we prayed in and the Rawdah, while the mosque is now this beautiful Prophet's Mosque with the Green Dome.

And when we prayed on June 8, it was exactly 1386 years since Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) had passed away.

Oh, and the slo-mo burpees? That's how we pray, no? I look forward to the next trip there, and my journey of faith.

May Allah bless us all. All mistakes are mine, of course. Have I changed? Let's see.

* all pictures from the Huawei P20 Pro, shot in colour, edited and converted to black and white.