#generiosity

[bluemountainofarkansas]

Be An Angel Day, Today...

Being an angel, whether today or every day, is simply making a simple gesture as saying "thank you", making a donation towards a cause in the name/honor, buying a coffee for someone, buying a meal for someone, to grand gestures such as sponsoring someone's education, team, etc. No matter the gesture, the size of the gesture, just a good gesture goes a long way towards sending goodwill out into the world. The more people who participate, the more days, will equally to make the world a better place to live.

Celebrate the very essence of this day, the joy, the happiness, and the generosity of the giving spirit on this Be An Angel Day.

[softtdaisy]

🌲 a found family l max verstappen

summary. you and max can't spend Christmas together but a trip to his dad and the love he has for you make him realize that he deserves better. a better life. a better love. a better family.

words count. 2,596

a/n. and this is the last piece for this Christmas series. Thanks to all of you for sticking me through December. and a massive thanks to my favorite person @monzabee for encouraging me and for giving me this beautiful idea to end the series 🫶

a very angsty Christmas l masterlist

You looked absolutely gorgeous, wearing a dress Max had bought you this year during one of your holidays. One of the many gifts he did to you this year, because if there were one thing that could describe your boyfriend it would be his generiosity. That man could buy you the world if you wanted it. 

And that was maybe what was making him the saddest tonight.

He could see you wearing it and neither could he offer you his gift. 

Because you were not spending Christmas’ eve together. But in each other’s family.

“You know this look is a great excuse to skip the diner at my dad’s?” Max asked which made you laughed. He was still sit on your bed, his shirt barely closed and his hair absolutely not styled. He was the closest to his place, compared to you who had to drive for almost two hours. 

He watched you as you walked to your phone, that you had put on your wardrobe to show your whole look. “You’re such a flirt, Maxie.” you kept laughing, specially when he started making his poutty face that you absolutely love. You always found it funny how most people saw him as this arrogant guy when he was such a sweetheart. 

“Ain’t I allowed to flirt with my girl?” 

“You are. It’s a shame you won’t enjoy the result of this flirt tonight.” 

This hasn’t been an easy decision for either of you. It’s was only your first christmas together since you started dating on january. And you really wish you could have spend the evening together. But you learn one thing through this past year: never go against Jos Verstappen’s plan. 

From the first race you attended, you got the feeling Jos didn’t really appreciate you. You tried to talk about it with Max without making a whole drama out of it but he didn’t really react. Or say anything, actually.

Not that Max didn’t care. It was even far from it. He just didn’t know what to do. He never talked about his personnal life with his dad and it wouldn’t be a first now. Specially not with these type of question. Max always assumed that his father only care about his racing career. It couldn’t be that bad if he wasn’t interested in his son’s couple. Right?

“I have to go” you told Max, who was lost on his thoughts. He enjoyed for the last few seconds to sight of you before you had to hung up. “Call me if you need, alright?” 

“Even if I don’t need it.” he laughed before letting you go.

Every time he had to say goodbye to you, on the phone or because you couldn’t follow him for the next race, Max felt a little hole in his heart. He never thought one day he’ll met someone that could complete him like you did. 

That’s all he thought about until he arrived at his dad’s place. All the thing he wanted to do with you before the new season starts, where he would take you during the holiday, which races you could be there and what places he wanted to show you during these weekend. More than just happiness for your couple, Max realised how important you were for his anxiety. Before he met you, most of the time he had to drive to see his father, he was anticipated all the bad things that could happen. The critics, the disapproval, the yelling if they really did disagree on something. And the worst part was that, in the end, he was just living the nightmare before it happened.

And maybe it was the fact he didn’t think about all these things before arriving, but Max felt good when he arrived.

“Uncle Maxie!” And being around his nephew was definitely a good help.

For many years, Max never consider having children. The anxiety he developped because of his own childhood was a perfect argument to avoid trying. How could he give a child what he needs if he doesn’t know himself what a kid should have? He knew what he shouldn’t do, that’s all.

But these past weeks, from seeing his nephews and calling them, he realized that maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea.

And maybe, you weren’t for nothing in this change of mind.

“You’re shinny, uncle Maxie.” 

“Shinny?” he laughed, still playing with the little cars that represent all the Formula one drivers.

“Yep. You’re happy.” 

Max didn’t know what to answer to that. But then he felt two hands on his shoulders and a kiss from Victoria on his hair. “He’s right.” He turned around to look at her. He guessed that the look she had was just another proof that indeed, he was lookier happier. “It’s for the toast, come.”

It was some kind of tradition. Everyone had to say what they were grateful for at the end of this year. Kids, health, career… each other always revolved around these subjects. Max was not going to break the circle. Not today.

“Well I’m grateful for the amazing year I spend. Winning the championship again was more than I could expect at the beginning of the season. So yeah I’m grateful for the team, for the work we did to win the races and create such amazing memories all together.” 

Max stopped for a few seconds, thinking about what he could be grateful for. There was one thing, obviously.

If he met his father’s eyes, he wouldn’t have continued. But he didn’t. He looked at Victoria and her massive smile. 

“And I’m grateful for my girlfriend. I couldn’t have go through this crazy year without her. She’s my rock, she’s my best friend, she’s without a doubt my soulmate and I’m glad I could finally found the person I want to spend the rest of my life with.”

Max heard all the lovely and loudly sound from his family. And before he could notice her, Victoria was already in his arms, telling him how proud she was that he finally found the happiness he deserved.

Again, he could have focus on the good thing, all the congratulations and excitement about this new family member that they all couldn’t wait to meet. But this time, Max did saw Jos look on him. One that he sadly knew by heart: disappointment. 

At first, Max decided to ignore the situation and spend most of the evening playing with his nephews, pretending to be a car himself to drive them around the house. But he couldn’t escape the heavy atmosphere forever.

Max saw that Jos was sitting by himself in the living room, with a whisky in his hand. He hesitated, did he really wanted to break all the good vibes for a talk for his dad? And then again, he was too nice to avoid him. No matter if he knew he would end this conversation with some broken feelings, Max couldn’t escape it. Because if there was one thing he was sure about, it was that he never wanted to become like his father. A man that would rather ignore the people he love for the sake of disappointment. Silence was never the solution.

“So, how do we feel about new season?” Max asked, sitting next to him. If there was one subject they couldn’t really argue about was his career. Or at least, even if there was some disagreement, it wouldn’t end up badly.

“You have to leave her.” It was simple. Five words. Said with a hard tone. Like an order. “You’re already losing your man over that…stupid girl. You can’t let yourself fail for a woman, Max.”

Maybe he should have gone with the swerve, in the end. “What do you mean? I’ve been with her for a year and I still won.” He could have, maybe, understand if the season was a pure fail. But it wasn’t. The car was amazing and he won almost every races. There was not single doubt that not only you weren’t a burden but you were a motivation for him. It didn’t make sense. But still, Max knew where all of this came from. Because he knew his father.

“A woman is always a burden in a career.” 

“This is why you got married thrice?” It left his mouth without Max had time to notice it. Truth is, he got tired as he grow older of the need to think about his words. What could he say what he mean to his dad? Why should he still be afraid? “Trust me, you terrible at giving relationship advices.” 

“You should watch your mouth.” Jos replied, taking a stew towards his son. For many years, Max used to step back to avoid the confrontation. Not anymore.

Instead, he took at step towards too. “You should watch yours. I won that fucking championiship, again. And you can’t even congratulate me? All you think about is the woman that want to spend her life with me? Not you, me.”

He noticed the change, again, in Jos look. It was getting darker and darker, like his anger was taking over himself and he was close to not be able to contain himself. Usually, Max was scared of the moment he would explode. There was just one change in his mind. You.

Max could accept any criticism about his career or life choices, he didn’t care. It was his life. Sometimes he might be wrong and he could deal with his dad saying that he warned him. He was still young and could deal with some mistakes.

But there was one thing he could never let Jos critcize or give his opinion on it: you.

“I won’t let you ruin your career for some stupid woman.” Jos got the time to grab his wrist. Max hated feeling like a child, all over again. Looking for his dad approval. 

Expect that this time, he didn’t want it. “Fine. It’s my career. I don’t need your opinion.” he managed to free himself and was already leaving the room. He couldn’t continue this without letting it become some shit show. No matter the situation, his family didn’t deserve it. Specially not on Christmas eve. 

“If you don’t leave her, then i’m not supporting you anymore.” 

Max stopped in the middle of the room. He heard the sound of a glass falling in the kitchen sink. He heard the sudden silence in the children’s playroom. This was the results of year of fighting for Jos seeing him as an equal, as a real driver and not a child who wants to grow older and be consider an adult. This was the results of feeling like his dad loved him.

Max was hurt. But he couldn’t fight anymore. “Fine.” he didn’t turn around, didn’t want to look at his father. It wasn’t the idea of seeing him. It was the idea of Jos seeing how bad he broke him, again. “I’ll do better without you.” 

The silence was still everywhere when Max walked to his sister to kiss her and said goodbye to his nephew. It was for the better, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to fight if they asked him to stay. But Victoria knew his brother, and what he deserves was to be in a place where he felt loved. 

And there was one where he knew he would never be ignored and rejected.

When you opened the door, you imagined different scenarios. But never one where you would see Max on your doorstep. “Baby?” you asked with confusion, almost like you were sure he was real.

“I’m sorry, I should have called, I know i wasn’t invited but…” he didn’t need to continue. Because you recognized the look in his eyes. One you sadly saw before. When he argued with his dad on the circuit and you couldn’t do anything than holding him in your arms. Telling me it would get better. That he wasn’t alone.

That was the only truth Max needed. He was far from being alone.

So you offered your hand to him. “Come in baby.” you noticed the little hesitation in his look, on that sadden you. It wasn’t that Max didn’t want to come in. It was a pur fear of opening his heart to you and losing you after. It didn’t last long, because he knew deep down that you were here to stay. But you were scared that this was a kind of thought that would never leave his mind.

You gave him a small and simple kiss on the lips, a kind of silent promise that you were supporting him. It wasn’t much, but it was more than Max even asked for. He was so not used of being understood and loved, this simple attention was enough to light up his heart again.

“Sweetie, who’s th… Oh Max! What a lovely surprise!” 

You were interrupted by your dad who almost push you away to take Max in his arms. You weren’t surprised. First, because your dad was a very lovely and tactile person who couldn’t resist this type of greeting. Second, because he appreciated Max so much, he was probably the one praying every day for a wedding. Third, because he had been asking you all night why you didn’t bring him. 

But Max, on the contrary, was more than surprised by that. Was he really that happy to see him? “Come in, you’re getting cold. Did you eat? We have…” you didn’t even hear the rest of the sentence that your dad had already pulled Max to the living room. Your boyfriend just had the time to turn around and give you a curious look. To which you replied with a smile. It felt right to see him being appreciated and treated like he should.

All your family spend the night talking to him, asking questions and making him feel like he was home. That was the truth, actually: this place was also a home for him. It was yours. And your family already considered him as a part of it. There was no reason for Max to not be a full member. 

It wasn’t until you got to bed, in your bedroom, that he let his mind speak. You were laying on his chest while he was looking at the ceiling and caressing your hair. It was relaxing for both of you to stay in silence after the crazy night you had. 

“I’ve felt much more at home here in a few hours than in all my life with my dad.” Max said slowly, in a whisper.

You turned your head just enough to look at him while he was still focused on his thoughts. You were making a whole speech in your head to make him feel better. You had no idea how he felt about this. This must be such a strange situation to feel more loved by your family-in-law than your own. 

But then he put a kiss on your hair and started to smile. “Thank you.” he whispered, like he was scared to be heard by anyone else. “For finding me and for loving me.”

You could feel your heart melt at this confession. “Thank you for opening your heart to me.” you replied. 

And you stayed like that for a good minute before you made a debrief of the whole evening here. When you both fell asleep, you realised you had the greatest gift you could ever dream of. Happiness in the arms of your loved one.

[auroragehenna]

I'm excited for your OC's Bingo Soup!!!!

Here's my ask : Drugged and ofc with Lyra and Adam

Happy Writing!!!

OC soup Bingo

Calculations

TW/CW: Non-con drugging, threats, non-con touch, maybe a tad tiny bit suggestive language but its SFW, creepy/intimate whumper, defiant whumpee, non-con kiss Word count: 1'259

Adam clasped the tiny test tube filled with the yellowish powder. It had been a hassle to get it but it would be worth it. He mixed all of it into a tiny water flask and shook it. He would make damn sure of that…

…

„Oh absolutely not!“, Lyra said when she saw Adam approach her with a sadistic grin painted on his face and his hands behind his back.

„Funny how you act like you have a choice in the matter.“, he replies coldly.

Lyra gulps, a hard look in her eyes. „Well at least I’m not gonna let you win without sacrifices.“

Adam scoffs. „See this is exactly the problem.“ Then he suddenly lunges at her. He grapples her to the ground but struggles to restrain her completely. Then he has an idea. He sneaks his hand over her head and manages to cover her eyes and nose. Now shredded in darkness Lyra's trashing slows down a bit.

"What are you doing?", she asks nervously.

"Oh, don't break your little head about it just open up."

Lyra's mouth snapped close.

Adam sighed theatrically, strengehing his graps on her nose. "See where that get's you."

Lyra’s fought to throw him off but without sucsess. And her movements were becoming more and more frantic.

“You think you can fight me but you can’t.”

Lyra’s eyes widened as the need for oxygen got worse and worse.

“So just admit it to yourself.”

Lyra gasped and Adam instantly shoved the flask into her mouth. She coughed but in her desperate gasping for oxygen couldn’t prevent the weird tasting water from going down her throat. Adam still not letting go of her face turned her head around and kissed her. Stealing her only source of oxygen again. Eventually he let go of her and allowed her to sprawl out on the floor.

Adam laughed as she pushed herself away from him fear and disgust. He didn’t say anything only checked his watch.

Lyra breathed heavily. “What did you do to me? What was in there?”

“Just a little funny drug. I think I used way more than what I was instructed to use but ah well. I’m sure you don’t mind, right?”, he grinned.

Lyra opened her mouth but the look on Adam’s face made her close it again.

“Good girl.”, Adam commented smugly.

Lyra grit her teeth in anger and tried to stand up instinctively. But her knees buckled underneath her weight and she fell over again.

Adam walked up to her with slow, deliberate steps. “Now, now. What was that supposed to be?”

“I just wanted to give you a much needed punch in the face!”

“Hmm. No that wasn’t it. Try again.”

“What?”

“Try. Again.”

“I tried to stand up?”

“Yes. And why would you do that?

“Because you were getting on my nerves and being a bastard?!”

“Hmm. And do you see what’s wrong with that behaviour?"

“Your unbelviably fragile ego can’t handle it?”

Adam was now standing right in front of Lyra. He grabbed her jaw with a grip he was sure would bruise and tilted her head up so she would look at him.

“This. Do you see this right here? This is how the power dynamic is.”, he was speaking ever so calmly now, “Over all my little games I allowed you to play and all my generiosity it seems that you forgot who actually has the power here.”

Lyra struggles now to keep her body upright and Adam seems to notice it. Suddenly he let’s go of her jaw and her body betrays her by simply dropping to the floor. She can hear him laugh over her.

“Oh that’s just beautifully pathetic. Here let me help you.”, he adds and crouches down. He grabs her gently by the arms and turns her around so she now lays on her back, looking up at him as he stands up again.

“Now…This is much better…”, he purred.

Lyra can only move her eyes by now, everything else won’t obey her commands.

“What do you think of this change, Thyma?”

She tries to open her mouth-to talk-to give a snarky remark but her tongue felt like it had turned to lead.

“Oh right.”, Adam laughs, “You’re too weak to talk right now.”

“You wanna know what I think about this change?” He sat down again next to the lying Lyra and gently moved a few stray strands of hair out of Lyra‘s face. Seemingly deep in thought. „I think it’s quite charming. You’re so helpless like this. Vulnerable for me to do whatever I want.”, he mused and caressed a nail over the length of her arm.

Lyra would have shivered if she could have.

“But I don’t really need this to make you feel this way, do I? So…Defeated. You’re quite strong minded I will not lie about that. But…If you know where to apply pressure…” He sneaked his hand under her limp body and pressed into the curve of her spine earning him a sharp breath from his plaything. He locked eyes with her. “You crumble like a sand castle. And there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it. As much as you try you can’t eradicate them, can you? Why else would you still be so scared from the same things as four-five years ago?” Adam went back to caressing his nails over every exposed inch of Lyra’s skin. “Why else do you flinch at my touch even if you tell yourself not to? And why do none of your attempts to escape my clutches sucseed? Whatever you do…Whatever you try…You will always end up in the same position as before. At my mercy. Trembling like a deer in headlights but trying to act stoic. And you’re already breaking, can’t you tell?”

Lyra shot him an outraged look, the fear momentarily dissapearing from her eyes.

“No?” Adam chuckled softly. “Poor, sweet, dumb Lyra. Why else did you so eagerly give up names and intel when I caught you again? Only to spare yourself a bit of pain.” He gently cupped her cheek. “I didn’t even torture you that time.”

Lyra felt tears of shame fill her eyes but she mustered up every bit of energy she had to hold them back. He would not see her cry. He couldn’t also take that from her. She wished he would stop touching her, every touch seemed to burn her skin and the nails felt no different than knifes.

Adam saw how her eyes practically pleaded with him to understand that that was not how it was. And a sadistic grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. “You from a few years ago would never have done that...I mean, I expected some changes after your short vacation but…You surprised even my with that. By obeying so…easily. So you see, you understood it before, so I’m sure you can do it again. Right?” He brushed his thumb over her lips before removing his hands and standing up. “You’re lucky that I am… mericful no he’s not patient. For now. But understand that in here I am what counts. I am your government. Your religion. Your…rules. And you will obey or I will stop playing games and get serious with you. Do we understand each other?”

Lyra couldn’t speak.

“Come on, you have other ways of showing me you understood your place.”

They were both just staring at each other, holding stubborn eye contact until Lyra broke it and lowerded her gaze below Adams eyes.

“Good bunny.”

Taglist: @yourlocalgaefae33, @princessofhe11, @greatkittencloud, @bisexuawolfsalt, @imnotamurdereripromise

[pandorias-box]

It bloomed.

Upon reciprocating her generiosity, the Pokémon that guided the woman made itself known and restored the vitality of the flower field.

It was none other than Shaymin. A creature that is said to be the embodiment of acts of gratitude.

And stars above… it is so tiny… so cute…

[loverandservantoftheahlulbayt]

🍃🕊🍃 Some Quotes By 🍃🕊🍃

🍃 Imam al-Taqi (as) 🍃

🍃 Modesty is the decoration of poverty, thanks-giving is the decoration of affluence and wealth. Patience and endurance are the ornaments and decorations of calamities and distress. Humility is the decoration of lineage, and eloquence is the decoration of speech. Committing to memory is the decoration of tradition (hadīth), and bowing the shoulders is the decoration of knowledge. Decency and good morale is the decoration of the mind, and a smiling face is the decoration of munifence and generiosity. Not boasting of doing favours is the decoration of good deeds, and humility is the decoration of service. Spending less is the decoration of contentment, and abondoning the meaningless and unnecessary things is the decoration of abstention and fear of God.

al-Shahid al-Tustari, Ihqaqul-Haq, (vol.12, p. 434)

🍃 The honour of a person lies in his needlessness from the people.

Majlisi, Bihārul Anwār,

(vol.78, p. 365)

🍃 The one who conceals the (way of) prosperity and progress from you, has done enimity to you.

Majlisi, Bihārul Anwār,

(vol.78, p. 364)

🍃 If the ignorant keeps silent, people would not differ.

al-Shahid al-Tustari, Ihqaqul-Haq, (vol.12, p. 432)

🍃 The lapse of time uncovers hidden secrets.

Misnad al-Imām al-Jawād,

(p. 245)

🍃 Showing something before it becomes complete spoils that thing.

Baqir Sharīf al-Qurashi (2005). "Wonderful Maxims and Arts".

The life of Imam Muhammad al-Jawad.

🍃 He, who does not know the entries, the exits will fail him.

Baqir Sharīf al-Qurashi (2005). "Wonderful Maxims and Arts".

The life of Imam Muhammad al-Jawad.

🍃 Forbearance is the dress of a scholar, so do not get yourself undressed of it.

Majlisi, Bihārul Anwār,

(vol.78, p. 362)

🍃 The one who acts without knowledge, destroys and ruins more than he rectifies.

Majlisi, Bihārul Anwār,

(vol.78, p. 364)

🍃 Meeting and visiting brothers, even if little, causes the development and maturity of intellects.

Misnad al-Imām al-Jawād,

(p. 242)

🍃 Knowledgeable persons are strangers because of the many ignorant people around them.

Baqir Sharīf al-Qurashi (2005). "Wonderful Maxims and Arts".

The life of Imam Muhammad al-Jawad.

🍃 The boon and benevolence which is not thanked for, is like the sin which is not forgiven.

Majlisi, Bihārul Anwār,

(vol.78, p. 365)

🍃 The one who commits aggression and tyranny, and the one who helps him upon it, and the one who is pleased over it - all are party and participants in it.

al-Shahid al-Tustari, Ihqaqul-Haq, (vol.12, p. 432)

🍃 The one who attended a matter and disliked it, is as the one who was absent; and whoever was not present in an affair yet was pleased with it, is as the one who witnessed it.

Ibn Shu’ba al-Harrani, Tuhaf al-'Uqul, (p. 479)

🍃 Our upriser is The Mahdi, who should be waited for in his absence, and obeyed in his appearance. He is the third of my sons.

Misnad al-Imām al-Jawād,

(p. 131)

🍃 When the divine decree descends, the human being is cornered.

Misnad al-Imām al-Jawād,

(p. 244)

🍃 Whoever has three things will never regret:

1) Refraining from haste

2) Consulting (with others)

3) And depending upon God when making decisions

Misnad al-Imām al-Jawād,

(p. 247)

🍃 There are three characteristics that attract kindness: being fair in dealing with others, being helpful when others are in hardships and bearing a truly compassionate heart.

Muhammadi Reishahri, Muhammad (2010). Mizan al-Hikmah. 2. Qum: Dar al-Hadith.

🍃 Man's death by sins is more than his death by fate and his life by charity is more than his life by age.

Baqir Sharīf al-Qurashi (2005). "Wonderful Maxims and Arts".

The life of Imam Muhammad al-Jawad.

🍃 Take patience as your pillow, hug poverty, discard lusts, oppose your desires and know that you are seen by God, so look at how you are.

Ibn Shu’ba al-Harrani, Tuhaf al-'Uqul, (p. 479)

🍃 The increase of blessing is not interrupted by God, unless thanksgiving is interrupted by the slaves.

Ibn Shu’ba al-Harrani, Tuhaf al-'Uqul, (p. 480)

Three things take the slave to God's pleasure:

1) Increase in seeking forgiveness

2) Gentleness

3) Increased charity giving

Misnad al-Imām al-Jawād,

(p. 247)

🍃 Turning to God with the deep of the heart is much better than tiring the organs.

Baqir Sharīf al-Qurashi (2005).

“From the Reality of Faith".

The life of Imam Muhammad al-Jawad.

Ad-Durr an-Nadhīm, (p.223)

🍃 Do not anticipate matters before their time that you may regret. Do not live just with wishes that your hearts may be hard. Be merciful to the weak and ask for mercy from God by being merciful yourselves!

Baqir Sharīf al-Qurashi (2005). "Wonderful Maxims and Arts".

The life of Imam Muhammad al-Jawad.

🍃 Do not make an enemy of anyone until you know what there is between him and God! If he is good, God will not leave him to you and if he is bad, then your knowing of his badness will make you safe from him and so you do not need to make him your enemy.

Baqir Sharīf al-Qurashi (2005). "Wonderful Maxims and Arts".

The life of Imam Muhammad al-Jawad.

🍃 People are brothers. The brotherhood that is not in the way of Allah turns into enmity, for Allah says, "Friends on that day will be foes one to another, save those who kept their duty (to God)."

Baqir Sharīf al-Qurashi (2005). "Wonderful Maxims and Arts".

The life of Imam Muhammad al-Jawad.

🍃🕊🍃 Holy Quran (43:67) 🍃🕊🍃

🍃 Trusting in God is a price to every dear thing and a ladder to every high thing.

Baqir Sharīf al-Qurashi (2005). "Wonderful Maxims and Arts".

The life of Imam Muhammad al-Jawad.

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[psychicpostgiver]

He did not want ben out in the rain gutter so he took him in so he took him in. And that's generiosity. Thank you you paul for your hospitality and kindness.

[lightcreators]

Experience  with  an  amusement  park  was  …  an  zero  one.  Would  need  to  actually  check  if  that  kind  of  thing  actually  existed  back  then,  couple  of  years  before  or  when  it  started  ---  questions  he  would  need  to  ask  concerned  spirits  for  be  more  simple,  since  that  pleasure  of  the  modern  world  was  purely  unknown.  Enough  problematic  when  he  could  see  the  magnificient  rides  all  around  him,  but  have  no  idea  the  purpose  of  all  of  them  …  Sure,  since  his  gaze  focused  only  on  the  main  spirit  he  overheard  being  Mapplethorpe,  he  hadn't  yet  presenting  himself  to  the  other�� ghosts  hanging  around,  but  couldn't  only  imagined  he  wasn't  alone.  It  would  be  very  particular  if  there  was  one  single  spirit  somewhere.  Concerning  ghosts,  he  respected  their  private  life,  and  since  he  cannot  be  certain  in  which  degree  their  perspective  were  about  themselves,  he  wouldn't  ask  the  fatal  question.  Knowing  them  better  and  comfortable  inside  the  location  they  were,  and  was  he  could  do  for  them  mattered  most  than  tourment  them  willingly  towards  their  past  memories,  unless  if  they  were  inclined  to  speak  about  him  towards  their  life  or  what  happened.  Even  accoustumed  to  living  around  spirits,  he  had  that  humanity  view  to  want  given  them  what  they  should  have  reveiced  on  their  living  plane  ---  especially  down  there,  in  which  there  will  be  no  need  so  far  to  order  an  ghost  around.  Besides,  since  he  introduced  himself  into  that  place,  he  knew  by  nature  he  would  visit  them  often  starting  now  ---  How  that  question  surprised  him  generated  an  little  playful  smile.  ❝  Hidden  no-entry  signs  of  the  place.  ❞  He  decided  to  take  it  metaphorically  as  inside  the  current  location,  it  would  making  sense.  Whatever  where  he  was,  there  was  something  he  can  do  and  other  things  he  shouldn't.  Well,  even  in  the  Underworld,  he  wasn't  supposed  to  literaly  knowing  the  place  in  the  entirety  of  the  depths  of  Tartarus,  but  apparently  he  was  needed  as  a  manager  !  Remembrance  towards  his  mother  generated  short  thoughtful  expression,  as  an  compromise  was  possible.  Gentleness  of  his  voice  had  to  inform  that  wasn't  a  limit  ---  ❝  Maybe  not  your  mother  see  you  here,  but  if  I  can  convince  her  and  she  have  generiosity  of  not  finding  me  crazy,  with  a  little  offering,  I  can  summon  you  to  her.  I  know  the  circumstantial  impossibility  concerning  family.  Maybe  not  today  though,  but  someday,  it's  possible.  ❞  There  was  an  staying  smile  as  he  knew  this  could  include  everyone  in  the  location,  meaning  lot  of  researches,  efforts,  high  possibility  to  kill  himself  ---  As  he  remained  motionless,  he  jumped  a  bit  towards  that  kind  of  touch,  but  remained  as  bright  his  expression  can  give  the  expression  he  was,  amused  by  a  spirit  surprised  for  his  reasons  to  hanging  with  him.  ❝  You  are  one  of  only  ones  to  make  me  think  that  in  a  first  impression.  ❞  It  was  expressed  as  an amused  tease.

Pride  amused  expression  extended  towards  how  much  he  had  thought  on  that  proposition.  ❝  Money  wouldn't  be  a  problem,  believe  me.  ❞  He  didn't  really  know  if  he  was  taxing  his  dad,  considering  that  wealth  was  his  domain,  there  was  no  particular  limit  to  how  far  wealth  could  extend.  He  hadn't  been  something  problematic  to  be  consider  mentally.  ❝  McDonalds  is  good  for  a  few  treats  that  can  be  regular,  but  if  you  want  a  restaurant  at  home  to  vary  the  menu,  I  can  also  arrange  to  be  a  delivery  person.  I  wouldn't  have  to  count  my  part  in  that,  and  the  number  doesn't  scare  me  to  tell  the  truth.  Just  have  to  work  out  the  quantities,  right  ?  With  the  terminals,  I  could  stock  up  on  not  many  menus  for  gain  space.  ❞  Thirty  spirits  overall  ?  The  knoweldge  only  pushed  his  brightness  over  the  spot  to  not  forget  everyone,  as  much  he  understood  the  initial  worry  coming  from  him.  ❝  Everyone  matters,  it  would  be  a  shame  if  one  of  you  was  unfairly  left  out.  ❞  Somewhere,  he  was  remembering  number  of  half-blood  inside  Camp  Half-Blood  when  vagueness  of  remembrances  recalled  they  were  many,  around  twenty  or  so  and  maybe  more,  though  he  wouldn't  never  propose  them  that  kind  of  thing  …  Sentiment  to  belonging  wrapped  him  inside  an  inner  joy.  He  laughed  another  time  about  assumption  to  ever  consider  steal  it.  ❝  It's  those  of  Hermes  who  will  have  the  temperament  to  be  thieves.  ❞  Well,  himself  will  understood  his  sentence,  but  it  came  out  naturally  of  his  lips,  and  there  was  no  concerned  around  for  feeling  offended.  Following  silence  coming  from  that  last  sentence  was  standing,  when  the  reassurance  upon  it  created  a  blush  in  which  there  was  no  explanation  neither.  The  topic  shall  be  dropped,  yes,  he  wouldn't  come  near  that,  even  if  a  spirit  could  understand  better  than  him.  His  lips  moved  to  expressing  something,  but  since  he  had  no  idea  what  to  say,  he  nodded,  before  booping  him  when  that  time  around,  that  closeness  and  touch  was  more  appreciated.  ❝  I'm  glad,  I  would  have  dreamed  of  being  one.  ❞  He  confessed  that  last  sentence out  of  blue,  since  some  admiration  persisted  no  matter  what,  and  even  since  he  knew  he  was  a  half-blood  he  would  have  loved  be  a  hero.  Let's  say  he  got  there  in  his  own  way,  but  level  of  recognition  tended  to  remain  in  the  shadows.  He  was  part  of  the  backstage  of  scenes,  spotlights  weren't  on  him.

there was nothing about the abandoned amusement park that screamed evil. in fact, it was just full of children and young adults, all who had come here for some brief escape from the real world. if anything was evil, it was henley, the creator. the man who always tried to find short cuts around things and thus making some of the rides unsafe. all freak accidents that could have been easily preventable. at least it was that way until mapplethorpe. mapplethorpe had been the cause of his own death. no one had been around to stop his lack of impulse control. no one stopped him from climbing up to the top of the grim reaper. he had fallen to his death all because he dropped his cell phone and a piece of the reaper broke underneath his feet. a sad, sad case of another young life taken by the park that wasn't even operational since it closed in 2001. "limits? what kind of limits?" he can't help but feel curious, lifting his head up to get a better look at nico. "i mean, obviously i'm not gonna ask you to bring my mom here. i know the only way that works is whenever they're close to death---....like roddy's auntie," his head falls back down to the wood of the picnic table. "you're funny," he'll move his foot to softly kick nico's leg. he doesn't understand why he likes to hang out with him but he doesn't question it. even though he was surrounded by spirits, he still felt lonely at times. mourning your own life wasn't easy.

"oh, if you tried got get happy meals for everyone, i fear that would be a lot of money. it's one thing to buy us junk food but---....whole meals?" air sucks through his teeth. "there is about thirty plus of us here. i couldn't ask you to do that---..." though, he knows if any of them were around just now, he'd get a smack on the side of the head. of course they'd want mcdonalds! "unless you plan on stealing it all somehow---..." he'll snicker, rolling his eyes playfully. "just take the compliment," he'll reach forward to lazily boop the other on the nose. "you're so my hero right now,"

[miraculouscontent]

The goat and rooster powers really hammer home that the creators did not think things through. The goat is basically a more powerful version of lucky charm, since the user is able to decide on the object they want, and the rooster is literally just able to do whatever it wants, with seemingly no limitations. The ox power was about what I expected, and the dog power is fine since, while it is useful for grabbing akumatized objects, it still requires the user to be able to hit said object first.

Like, the goat could have had like, telepathy powers used for coordinating, like the user is kind of a shepherd. Or it could have had the ability to defy gravity by walking on vertical surfaces, like how a mountain goat can basically climb anything. Or, maybe the goat should have had the power of collision, since goats ram their horns as a form of attack, whereas tigers pounce? And then the tiger could have had invisibility in reference to how tigers use camouflage, or maybe the power of rebellion, which would make allies' powers stronger?

The rooster could have taken inspiration from the phoenix and have fire powers, or even healing powers, or it could have used the theme of roosters waking people and given it the ability to snap someone out of akuma-based brainwashing.

Just- Can someone explain to me why the goat got power of imagination, and rooster got the power of "fuck you I do what I want"?. It just really seem like these powers were picked because they fitted Nathaniel and Marc, not because they fitted the animals in question. At least pigs are actually symbols of generiosity in China, so even if the pig's power seemed form-fitted to Rose, it still also fitted the animal

The rooster would at least be a little less OP if it required using the quill to “write” their power on their suit, or possibly had to write a con alongside it (sort of an, “every superhero has a weakness” thing). Also requires more thought and a distraction to prevent villains from getting close to the rooster before their done writing.

Meanwhile, I can only see ladybug being more useful than the goat is because of Miraculous Ladybug, and also in the case where she doesn’t know/can’t think of what she could need, so lucky charm gives something guaranteed to be helpful if it’s figured out or tells her to go somewhere.

Regardless, the powers seem gimmicky just to fit the holder. Sabrina’s fits her too, but that one’s more depressing because it feels like it represents her going to “fetch” things for Chloe.

[plutoswrath]

luca!! i loved reading ur saturn in the 8th post. thank you for making it<33 i hope you don’t mind but could i ask you about my saturn in the 8th placement? ive always wondered what this meant, but i have saturn conjunct jupiter in the eighth house. So would the effects of saturn in the 8th be lessened by my jupiter in the 8th? ive tried to read up on it but i can’t find much☹️ anyway, i hope ur taking care~ thank you again for all of ur hard work!!💓💕💖

Hello! Thank you so so much for the kind words, I hope you take good care as well dear! <33

🔸 General: Saturn and Jupiter in the same house

✧ not a contradictory energy, but rather working together, complementary, one needs the other and symbolize an exceptional way of learning and growing ✧ if they are not in the same sign, consider the younger sign (the sign coming first) to set the foundation for the other to act out. Either it's Jupiters fruitfull, generous and regenerating nature coming into play first and blessing the individual, or it's Saturn endurance, longevity and order making the first move to get access to Jupiter's gift

🪐🌌 Jupiter Conjunct Saturn in the Natal Chart:

✧ brings Jupiter closer to reality, an aspect that can be beneficial for manifesting and working for what one dreams of ✧ reaching desired destiny and ideals can be easier here as you ideally understand the interplay between dreaming, expanding, enjoyment, work, planning and taking responsibility ✧ therefore can actually manage the balance between gaining, losing, expanding and maintaining pretty well; Saturn's cautiousness works well with Jupiters drive and desire ✧ it's a conjunction so it's a neutral aspect, but I'd still say it's generally a good placement for people to actually grow and evolve from any experience, this individual is most likely very self aware of the impact they have now on their future and how to influence it ✧ realizing possibilities leads to steady and thorough planing, but be aware not to become too obsessed with how things should be or slowing yourself down by hard truths of reality clashing with your desire for more, leading to being overwhelmed or too caught up in the future, being not enough in the moment ✧ or on the complete other end, your nature to keep actualizing your desires and dreams can turn you into a workerholic, someone who is always doing more and more since it seems to work out though ✧ this conjunction can lead to someone with very rigid ideas: someone can follow a very specific mindset that allows them to follow through with their plans and generally how they walk through life and view themself and others in the collectiv. On one hand this can be a good

🖤🎇 In the 8th house:

✧ I might as well say this aspect can give someone the benefit of extreme emotional regeneration: no matter how big the hit is, Jupiter and Saturn make sure to gift the native with ressources of the own or others to overcome rougher periods

✧ might thrive off of the generiosity of others: can indicate someone who gets financial and emotional aid by others when things get rough

✧ likewise will go through periods of solitude: ought to develope a healthy sense of intimacy and vulnerability

✧ might be forced to accept help and to develope a positive understanding of help from others, as well as a balanced give and take in intimate connections (platonic, family, romantic, etc.)

✧at the same time must pay attention for people not to become too attached to them, dependent on their emotional and financial aid

✧ can (secretly) have a strong 'this or that'/'all or nothing' mindset

✧ sounds harsh but could thrive off of losing and being forced to be alone -> strength in readjusting/setting their boundaries, leads to self discovery and revaluation of self

✧ generally gives the benefit of selx exploration, almost like being on the trail of your self. Jupiter here will be open to try out many different methods and to tap into various spaces that allow for self healing and self exploration/therapy. Occult/spirituality, other people, creative hobbies, or actual forms of counseling/therapy

✧ thing is, there's a deep need to understand why things are moving the way they do: of the native undergoes some sort of 'trauma', one can can run in circles trying to understand the big why. Due to death (metaphysical and literal) as well as power/-lessness being part of the main themes of 8th house, the individual might early on develope stroing philosophies about how to live best as a vulnerable being on this world

✧ change is important here: analysing is good, but moving is better, things (especially internally) are not meant to become stagnant here. Can feel like a tug of war of trying to be thoroughly and conscious and falling head over heels into new waters. Gradually continuing to puruse any goals and to keep moving is advised

✧ shouldn't punish the self too hard for letting the wrong people in, can potentially self isolate on purpose, self sabotage can be another main theme here, purposefully not allowing the self to become vulnerable and intimate with others - being on a journey of self is not the problem here, rather it being seeing others as not resourceful when it can actually be quiet the opposite

✧ probably very enigmatic, might be selective of revealing their inner wisdom and being open with their intuitive insights, or on the other hand can actually make good money with it, there’s definitely a good opportunity to be abundant by working with intuition/spirituality/occult/psychology/counseling/therapy/finances

[adoogooda-blog]

Keep putting out GOOD ....it will come back in unexpected ways! #adoogoodavirtues #adoogooda #optimistic #design #brandidentity #generiosity #GOOD #bekind #spreadlove #peertopeer #dountoothers #socialgoood #kindness #startup #beGOOD #doGOOD (at San Francisco, California)

[voidsentprinces]

Voidsent Prince of Greed

Many have prospered in the light of the Mother Crystal and the Twelve. Every society in every realm has a form of deity to call upon. To ask the favor of in times of war and peace. To be granted a boon or curse their enemy. In hopes to be gather victory, glory, and gold. Perhaps they do it fully believing the all knowing, all seeing, and all judging deity will see their acts as justified. Mayhap, they believed in no deity before but, when faced with almost certain death call upon all they know in desperation.

Desperation breeds despair. And when faced with the inevitable, one cannot help but bargin. When a loved one is off to fight a great battle, when a king is struck with illness. When the fields you sow grant no harvest. When the fate of youself is uncertain. All turn to a higher power, in hopes that it will grant them a second chance.

For citizens of Eorzea, they grant them monuments, temples, sermons and sacrifices in attempts to appease the invisible powers that be. For the Beast Tribes, they make their faith a reality. Through belief and the gorging of a multitude of crystals, they make their deity tangible and awake a great and terrible force unto the mortal plain. These beings are known as primals. But, it is common knowledge that these aren’t the true deities in which the beast tribes worship. But, the desperate manifestation of aether, ideal in their power and form in which the Beast Tribes pour their despair into.

As of late, Eorzea had been littered with these manifestations of faith. But, Tartarian was no different. It too had beings that could be considered Beast Tribes, who summoned eikons when forces turned against them. When the tide shifts. When crops were scarce. When merchants would throw caution to win and call upon a deity of prosper and wealth. Offering it precious jewels and riches beyond measure.

Beings from around Tartarian would name this Primal Deity, Mammon. He was a generous sort, sharing his wealth and knowledge with all who came. Bringing destruction and ruin to those who opposed his people. The ancient Tartarians clung to Mammon. For he provided all they sought. But, times change. The flow of the river moves on. Soon these ancient people would find themselves in the light of the Mother Crystal. Soon Warriors of Light emerged.

And the faux deity they clung to and obtain the ability to build their civilizations. Was seen as a nuisance to many. Warriors of Light arrived. Those who clung to the old ways were proclaimed heretical. Temples became known as cultist ziggurats. Priests were evil magic casters. Followers were thieves who stole from the empires. Adventurers were sought out to slay the faithful unmercifully. And when faced with the ire of Mammon for slaying, his followers.

The Empire cowardly called upon the Warriors of Light. But, Mammon was a powerful force. Ancient as Tartarian. So many century was it worshipped by even the ancestors of those who now hunt it. The Warriors of Light could not expel Mammon completely. But they could weaken it and seal it away. A lone mage came forth to bind Mammon to himself.

Though the ritual worked, the mage would find himself losing his free will over time. Succumbing to the feeling, the essence of centuries of insurmountable need to be granted, the want for all things, unimaginable greed that came from being possessed by Mammon. All the primal needed was to play upon the mage’s wants. The requirement and seeking of knowledge and great magics. The path to immortality, to cure all disease, to grant wealth eternal. To be a matyr before the others.

And so the mage went into hiding with only the voice of the false deity to whisper in his ears. And eventually Tartarian fell into darkness due to the failing of the other Warriors of Light. But, Mammon had forseen it and granted the mage the ability to prepare and protect himself from being consumed.

But Mammon had the last laugh, for the ritual he had him perform. Ensured the mage would be devoured by the void and become a barrier between Mammon and it. So that he could twist his form to become eternal without the use of crystal and aether to main him. And so, he soon found himself dropped into Ul’dah’s sandy wastes. His world and followers having perished. And with any luck the Warriors of Light who sealed him away as well.

From the void, emerged a being with an uncanny ability to turn a single gil into a thousand within a day. To distribute it with generiosity and an unhalting sense of avarice to collect and gather all the new things he could find the new realm he came upon. With a grin on his face and a shadow at his side. It wouldn’t be long before this mysterious genteman wormed his way back into mortal hearts.

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[imnothinginparticular]

#finishedbooks Hunger by Knut Hamsun. This had been on my wishlist for a while and finally saw it used for 4 dollars. To start what an amazingly modern novel written in Norway in 1890. The author rejects plot for a story about a writer that goes no where portraying the irrationality of the human mind in a starving body. The result is a beautiful mix of the hyperactivity and humour of a Céline, the nihilistic decline of a Zola story, the irrationality of Camus's Meursault (although philosophy aside he was just a sociopath), and the romantic squalor of starving artist stories, can only think of Henry Miller atm but this is way better than Miller. I don't like Miller. But also with the story being set in Krisitiania (what is now Olso) at the time there was another artist who was doing literally the very same thing in Edvard Munch with the same level of maniac depression of an otherwise genius. Makes it more suitable that Penguin chose one his painting for the cover you see above. Impossible for them to have known each other, the character in this story (who is a writer) describes one of his story ideas that is based around a female character that is strikingly similar to Munch's Madonna painting. The hero here often plays to the public accepting his hopelessly irrelvant place in monetary driven society, while posessing excessive generiosity often giving away what money he has to other people. It is his strange desire to starve that seemingly encourages his creativity in his writing. Exactly again like Munch who's alcoholism necessitated his condition for creativity. This is a real gem and perhaps if you have never heard of the author it is because he shares in common with the aforementioned Céline a idiotic legacy of Nazi sympathizing, although Hamsun did end in a psychiatric hospital. An important biographical note as Hamsun understandably remains controversial in his native today (or so I read).

[loverandservantoftheahlulbayt]

🍃🕊🍃 Some Quotes By 🍃🕊🍃

🍃 Imam al-Taqi (as) 🍃

🍃 Modesty is the decoration of poverty, thanks-giving is the decoration of affluence and wealth. Patience and endurance are the ornaments and decorations of calamities and distress. Humility is the decoration of lineage, and eloquence is the decoration of speech. Committing to memory is the decoration of tradition (hadīth), and bowing the shoulders is the decoration of knowledge. Decency and good morale is the decoration of the mind, and a smiling face is the decoration of munifence and generiosity. Not boasting of doing favours is the decoration of good deeds, and humility is the decoration of service. Spending less is the decoration of contentment, and abondoning the meaningless and unnecessary things is the decoration of abstention and fear of God.

al-Shahid al-Tustari, Ihqaqul-Haq, (vol.12, p. 434)

🍃 The honour of a person lies in his needlessness from the people.

Majlisi, Bihārul Anwār,

(vol.78, p. 365)

🍃 The one who conceals the (way of) prosperity and progress from you, has done enimity to you.

Majlisi, Bihārul Anwār,

(vol.78, p. 364)

🍃 If the ignorant keeps silent, people would not differ.

al-Shahid al-Tustari, Ihqaqul-Haq, (vol.12, p. 432)

🍃 The lapse of time uncovers hidden secrets.

Misnad al-Imām al-Jawād,

(p. 245)

🍃 Showing something before it becomes complete spoils that thing.

Baqir Sharīf al-Qurashi (2005). "Wonderful Maxims and Arts".

The life of Imam Muhammad al-Jawad.

🍃 He, who does not know the entries, the exits will fail him.

Baqir Sharīf al-Qurashi (2005). "Wonderful Maxims and Arts".

The life of Imam Muhammad al-Jawad.

🍃 Forbearance is the dress of a scholar, so do not get yourself undressed of it.

Majlisi, Bihārul Anwār,

(vol.78, p. 362)

🍃 The one who acts without knowledge, destroys and ruins more than he rectifies.

Majlisi, Bihārul Anwār,

(vol.78, p. 364)

🍃 Meeting and visiting brothers, even if little, causes the development and maturity of intellects.

Misnad al-Imām al-Jawād,

(p. 242)

🍃 Knowledgeable persons are strangers because of the many ignorant people around them.

Baqir Sharīf al-Qurashi (2005). "Wonderful Maxims and Arts".

The life of Imam Muhammad al-Jawad.

🍃 The boon and benevolence which is not thanked for, is like the sin which is not forgiven.

Majlisi, Bihārul Anwār,

(vol.78, p. 365)

🍃 The one who commits aggression and tyranny, and the one who helps him upon it, and the one who is pleased over it - all are party and participants in it.

al-Shahid al-Tustari, Ihqaqul-Haq, (vol.12, p. 432)

🍃 The one who attended a matter and disliked it, is as the one who was absent; and whoever was not present in an affair yet was pleased with it, is as the one who witnessed it.

Ibn Shu’ba al-Harrani, Tuhaf al-'Uqul, (p. 479)

🍃 Our upriser is The Mahdi, who should be waited for in his absence, and obeyed in his appearance. He is the third of my sons.

Misnad al-Imām al-Jawād,

(p. 131)

🍃 When the divine decree descends, the human being is cornered.

Misnad al-Imām al-Jawād,

(p. 244)

🍃 Whoever has three things will never regret:

1) Refraining from haste

2) Consulting (with others)

3) And depending upon God when making decisions

Misnad al-Imām al-Jawād,

(p. 247)

🍃 There are three characteristics that attract kindness: being fair in dealing with others, being helpful when others are in hardships and bearing a truly compassionate heart.

Muhammadi Reishahri, Muhammad (2010). Mizan al-Hikmah. 2. Qum: Dar al-Hadith.

🍃 Man's death by sins is more than his death by fate and his life by charity is more than his life by age.

Baqir Sharīf al-Qurashi (2005). "Wonderful Maxims and Arts".

The life of Imam Muhammad al-Jawad.

🍃 Take patience as your pillow, hug poverty, discard lusts, oppose your desires and know that you are seen by God, so look at how you are.

Ibn Shu’ba al-Harrani, Tuhaf al-'Uqul, (p. 479)

🍃 The increase of blessing is not interrupted by God, unless thanksgiving is interrupted by the slaves.

Ibn Shu’ba al-Harrani, Tuhaf al-'Uqul, (p. 480)

Three things take the slave to God's pleasure:

1) Increase in seeking forgiveness

2) Gentleness

3) Increased charity giving

Misnad al-Imām al-Jawād,

(p. 247)

🍃 Turning to God with the deep of the heart is much better than tiring the organs.

Baqir Sharīf al-Qurashi (2005).

“From the Reality of Faith".

The life of Imam Muhammad al-Jawad.

Ad-Durr an-Nadhīm, (p.223)

🍃 Do not anticipate matters before their time that you may regret. Do not live just with wishes that your hearts may be hard. Be merciful to the weak and ask for mercy from God by being merciful yourselves!

Baqir Sharīf al-Qurashi (2005). "Wonderful Maxims and Arts".

The life of Imam Muhammad al-Jawad.

🍃 Do not make an enemy of anyone until you know what there is between him and God! If he is good, God will not leave him to you and if he is bad, then your knowing of his badness will make you safe from him and so you do not need to make him your enemy.

Baqir Sharīf al-Qurashi (2005). "Wonderful Maxims and Arts".

The life of Imam Muhammad al-Jawad.

🍃 People are brothers. The brotherhood that is not in the way of Allah turns into enmity, for Allah says, "Friends on that day will be foes one to another, save those who kept their duty (to God)."

Baqir Sharīf al-Qurashi (2005). "Wonderful Maxims and Arts".

The life of Imam Muhammad al-Jawad.

🍃🕊🍃 Holy Quran (43:67) 🍃🕊🍃

🍃 Trusting in God is a price to every dear thing and a ladder to every high thing.

Baqir Sharīf al-Qurashi (2005). "Wonderful Maxims and Arts".

The life of Imam Muhammad al-Jawad.

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