#god minally are EVERYTHING

[toby-du-coeur]

minally and sonyariset war au: rarepair bingo 2024

@mazerunner-rarepairs

Rating: Explicit

Minho comes and stands beside him · smoke-smelling · "You good?" he asks, tight Gally already told him he was good, by the fire · Minho shouldn’t be here Gally realises he’s on his feet, arms around Minho, face buried in his shoulder · Minho’s pressing his head into Gally like a cat · They’re both shuddering hard "Fuck off, Min," Gally grits out · holding onto him tighter "What, no gratitude for the shank who saved your life?" The quip lands completely hollow, with a hysteric edge like he’s gonna burst into laughter or tears Gally says, very even, "A thousand thanks" · Minho’s warmth is seeping into him, and his breaths hurt his chest · "I’m fine" · If he doesn’t immerse himself back in the cold night and the silence, he’s gonna fucking snap "And I’m a shuck Griever" · Minho reaches up and cups the back of Gally’s neck, the taped-on gauze, real gentle

[sabrgirl]

dua's to recite after praying ♡

tasbih: - subhanallah x33 - alhamdulillah x33 - Allah akbar x33  - followed by Laa ilaaha ill-Allah wahdahu laa shareeka lah, lahu’l-mulku wa lahu’l-hamd wa huwa ‘ala kulli shay’in qadeer (there is none worthy of worship except Allah alone with no partner. to Him belongs all sovereignty and praise, and He has power over everything)

it is narrated by Abu Huraira that if anyone extols Allah after every prayer thirty-three times, and praises Allah thirty-three times, and declares His Greatness thirty-three times, ninety-nine times in all, and says to complete a hundred: “There is no god but Allah, having no partner with Him, to Him belongs sovereignty and to Him is praise due, and He is Potent over everything,” his sins will be forgiven even if these are as abundant as the foam of the sea. (Sahih Muslim 597a)

Istighfar: - astaghfirullah x3

Ayatul Kursi

Hadith: Allah's Messenger (ﷺ) said: "Whoever recites Ayat al-Kursi at the end of every obligatory prayer, nothing but death will prevent him from entering Paradise."

لَّآ إِلَٰهَ إِلَّآ أَنتَ سُبْحَٰنَكَ إِنِّى كُنتُ مِنَ ٱلظَّٰلِمِينَ

La ilaha illa anta subhanaka inni kuntu minaz-zalimin (There is no God but You, Holy art Thou. I have indeed been of the wrongdoers).

لَا حَوْلَ وَلَا قُوَّةَ إِلَّا بِٱللَّٰهِ ٱلْعَلِيِّ ٱلْعَظِيمِ

Laa hawla wa la quwwata illa billah (There is no strength of power except Allah)

اللَّهُمَّ إِنِّيْ أَسْأَلُكَ حُسْنَ الْخَاتِمَةِ

Allahumma inni asaluka husnul khatima (O Allah, grant me a good and beautiful end to my life).

اللَّهُمَّ إِنِّي أَعُوذُ بِكَ مِنَ الْهَمِّ وَالْحَزَنِ، وَالْعَجْزِ وَالْكَسَلِ، وَالْبُخْلِ وَالْجُبْنِ، وَضَلَعِ الدَّيْنِ، وَغَلَبَةِ الرِّجَالِ

Allaahumma ‘innee ‘a’oothu bika minal-hammi walhazani, wal’ajzi walkasali, walbukhli waljubni, wa dhala’id-dayni wa ghalabatir-rijaal (O Allah, I seek refuge in You from grief and sadness, from weakness and from laziness, from miserliness and from cowardice, from being overcome by debt and overpowered by men, i.e. others).

there are, of course, many others. these are just a select few to avoid overwhelm and to encourage. there is a hadith that says, if, after praying, one stays on their prayer mat and does not break their wudhu (ablution), the angels keep on asking for Allah's blessings and forgiveness for them. they say 'O Allah! Forgive him and be Merciful to him'. (Sahih al-Bukhari 659)

this is why it is important and good to remain in your place for a while after praying and remember Allah. these dua's are good to start with. may Allah make it easy for us all, Ameen

[dykemelon]

Oh god okay I’m psychotic

Journal entry copy and paste incoming

3 September 2024, 1:47am

Worst hell brain moment ever while awake and sober was a little before midnight, according to Minal. I was showering and watching a YouTube video about the backwards long jump. The question of whether the universe was discrete or continuous, prompted by the video talking about how a regular signal in “continuous” space could translate into different frame patterns in discrete space. Felt like I remembered/experienced being born. I remembered all the things I had been trying to remember, having been yelled at before for forgetting them. I remembered the first item in every sequence, including which sequence was first. (That memory is gone now.) I was immediately CERTAIN that tonight is The Bad Night, the night where all bad things happen and all pain lives. I was sure I was going to get yelled at, me and Minal were going to break up, I was going to throw up, and ultimately all of life would dissolve into a broken spiral of raw experience, and it would HURT. IT WOULD HURT MORE THAN ALL HURT EVER IN THE WORLD TIMES INFINITY. And I would be stuck trying to remember it when it passed and I was born into a new life and I could only cry from how hurt I was and how incapable I was of remembering. Every move I made after that was laden with hypervigilant analysis of my actions, thinking that the number of times I wavered before deciding to put my clothes back on before darting back to the bedroom (danger of roommate seeing me naked) was a sacred number and that I would assign names and moral weights (all bad of course) to each individual kind of waver or tic. Every little thing was the most important thing, and I believed fully that there had been/would be a time in my life where that thing was under extreme, world-swallowing debate. There seemed to be some sort of fundamental belief that, while not necessarily everything is good or bad, my experiences necessarily feel good or bad, and this feeling follows a pattern, an aperiodic repeating pattern that goes up and down and around and around in some inscrutable way which I occasionally have insight into, and this insight always triggers a panic attack. The thesis was “I saw god in the eyes of the physical, and god said ‘I am you, I have been you, you cannot comprehend how bad it’s going to get or how good it’s going to get, and moreover, the good thing is the bad thing.” Every stim I had seemed to have a name and a history, a history of being argued about and shamed over and actually being genuinely harmful even though it was soothing. Every white lie I told, every compromise I made to myself, was a sign of the fall from grace that would eventually boil over into the destruction of everything I held dear. I saw myself becoming not just an evil person, but every kind of evil person, from the swindlers to the genociders. Whatever is coming in the world is utterly inevitable, and free will is both an illusion and a prison but also the only way anything can move forward.

[syntactik]

Row, Row Your Rizq, Gently Down The Stream

Everything in life has an expiration date.

When dealing with loses, the universal mentalities to adopt are: this too shall pass and everything that comes will one day go.

I’ve been grappling with a lot of losses this year and it is starting to get to me. There is frustration in losing but above that, there is a vile sense of self.

To redha the loss of rizq is second nature by now. It is not difficult to make peace with all that are not meant for me.

But it is difficult to make peace with my self — I wonder if I am not good enough. I wonder if I am not worthy of love — not in receiving them but in giving. I wonder if I am not good enough for the people around me and this work that I do?

Is it not enough that I love without having to wish that everything will stay and that nothing goes away?

The philosophy of redha doesn’t seem to include our being — it says make peace with the universe. But what about the self?

How do we redha at not being good enough?

To redha the loss of rizq, regardless friendship or job, is possible. But, to redha the loss of nafs, how do we process this?

How do I redha at not being good enough to stay in their life?

How do I redha at not being good enough for that job?

I grapple and I grapple but, I trust.

God says, “Walal aakhiratu khairul laka minal ula.” (93:4)

He means, “Indeed what is to come will be better for you than what has gone by.”

So, row, row your rizq, gently down the stream — trust in qada’ and qadar, for life is but a dream.

[everydaydua]

DAILY DUA

Dua and remembrance in the morning and evening #11

سُورَةُ الإِخْلَاصِ - بِسْمِ ٱللهِ ٱلرَّحْمَـٰنِ ٱلرَّحِيمِ

قُلْ هُوَ ٱللهُ أَحَدٌ (١) ٱللهُ ٱلصَّمَدُ (٢) لَمْ يَلِدْ وَلَمْ يُولَدْ (٣) وَلَمْ يَكُن لَّهُۥ كُفُوًا أَحَدٌ (٤)

سُورَةُ الْفَلَقِ - بِسْمِ ٱللهِ ٱلرَّحْمَـٰنِ ٱلرَّحِيمِ

قُلْ أَعُوذُ بِرَبِّ ٱلْفَلَقِ (١) مِن شَرِّ مَا خَلَقَ (٢) وَمِن شَرِّ غَاسِقٍ إِذَا وَقَبَ (٣) وَمِن شَرِّ ٱلنَّفَّـٰثَـٰتِ فِى ٱلْعُقَدِ (٤) وَمِن شَرِّ حَاسِدٍ إِذَا حَسَدَ (٥)

سُورَةُ النَّاسِ - بِسْمِ ٱللهِ ٱلرَّحْمَـٰنِ ٱلرَّحِيمِ

قُلْ أَعُوذُ بِرَبِّ ٱلنَّاسِ (١) مَلِكِ ٱلنَّاسِ (٢) إِلَـٰهِ ٱلنَّاسِ (٣) مِن شَرِّ ٱلْوَسْوَاسِ ٱلْخَنَّاسِ (٤) ٱلَّذِى يُوَسْوِسُ فِى صُدُورِ ٱلنَّاسِ (٥) مِنَ ٱلْجِنَّةِ وَٱلنَّاسِ (٦)

Translation

Abdullah Ibn Khubaib said, “The Messenger of Allah (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) said to me, ‘Recite!’. I replied, ‘O Messenger of Allah, what shall I recite?’ ”. He said, recite:

Surah Al-Ikhlas In the name of Allah, the Beneficent, the Merciful

Say (O Muhammad (SAW)): "He is Allâh, (the) One.(1) Allâh the Self-Sufficient Master, Whom all creatures need, (He neither eats nor drinks). (2) He begets not, nor was He begotten. (3) And there is none co-equal or comparable unto Him." (4)

Surah Al-Falaq In the name of Allah, the Beneficent, the Merciful

Say: "I seek refuge with (Allâh) the Lord of the daybreak, (1) From the evil of what He has created; (2) And from the evil of the darkening (night) as it comes with its darkness; (or the moon as it sets or goes away) (3) And from the evil of those who practice witchcrafts when they blow in the knots, (4) And from the evil of the envier when he envies." (5)

Surah An-Nas In the name of Allah, the Beneficent, the Merciful

Say: "I seek refuge with (Allâh) the Lord of mankind, (1) The King of mankind (2) The Ilâh (God) of mankind, (3) From the evil of the whisperer (devil who whispers evil in the hearts of men) who withdraws (from his whispering in one's heart after one remembers Allâh), (4) Who whispers in the breasts of mankind, (5) Of jinn and men." (6)

…in the evening and the morning three times for it will suffice you (as a protection) agains everything.

Transliteration

bismillaahir-raḥmaanir-raḥeem

(1) qul huwa-llaahu aḥad (2) allaahuṣ-ṣamad (3) lam yalid wa lam yoolad (4) wa lam yakul-lahuۥ kufuwan aḥad

bismillaahir-raḥmaanir-raḥeem

(1) qul a‛oodhu birabbil-falaq (2) min sharri maa khalaq (3) wa min sharri ghaasiqin idhaa waqab (4) wa min sharrin-naffaathaati fil-‛uqad (5) wa min sharri ḥaasidin idhaa ḥasad

bismillaahir-raḥmaanir-raḥeem

(1) qul a‛oodh-u birabbin-naas (2) malikin-naas (3) ilaahin-naas (4) min sharril-waswaasil-khannaas (5) alladhee yuwaswisu fee ṣudoorin-naas (5) minal-jinnati wan-naas

Sources: Abu Dawud No# 5082 and At-Tirmithi No# 3575; An-Nasa'i No# 5430, 5431

[minalsdiary]

i don't think about you on most days

but

on some days,

you're all i think about

not in a i-miss-you-and-want-you-back way

but in a

what-did-i-do-to-deserve-the-hell-you-gave-me way

on some days,

i wonder if you ever actually loved me

i wonder about all your broken promises

i wonder about our happily ever after

i wonder and i keep wondering

i took your hand in mine

and held it tight

when we first stood for a

a photograph together

i wanted to claim you

in front of everyone

and i loved you

your broken parts

with

all my broken parts

we smiled gleefully

but

i don't remember that feeling anymore

like the other day

i was reading a book

and the protagonist kissed

oh god,

i could almost

almost feel your

tender lips

finding their way

over mine

your hands

holding my waist

but

i don't remember that feeling anymore

i stopped writting

because everything i've ever written

is all

about you

about us

my words fail

my heart sense betrayal

without you as my muse

you left me

and took away my words

with you

but

i don't remember feeling like that anymore

this

is not a

love poem

or a

heartbreak poem

this is

a goodbye

to myself

to you

to us

because i'm not who i was

because you're not who you were

because we're not what we were

and i will never have to feel like that anymore

~Minal Agrawal // Closure

[anotheronechicagobog]

Yeah, I Would Part 2/Final Peter Mills x reader

written by @anotheronechicagobog​

warnings: swearing, mention of corruption, slightly Erin bashing, canon compliant bombing/accident

You arrived at the diner, taking a deep breath. You spotted Peter working the grill and talking to a man who was sitting at the counter, the detective Peter had told you about presumably. “What’s up buttercup?”

“Not much hummingbird. Gumbo and a milkshake?”

“Please.”

“What kind?”

“Surprise me, I trust you.”

“Ha, good to know. Before I get started on that, this is Antonio Dawson, the detective. He’s good, you can trust him, okay? I’ll be back with your food in a sec okay?” He kissed your hair, gave you an encouraging dimpled smile, and then left you with Dawson. “Hi, it’s good to meet you. So you’re the guy investigating my dad?”

“Yes, Ms. Voight and I-”

“It’s Y/L/N, actually. I took my mom’s name when I turned eighteen.”

“Alright, Ms. Y/L/N, I don’t know exactly what Mills told you, but I have been investigating your dad and I need to talk to you about that, and you can’t tell him.”

“My dad is corrupt. Dirty. There’s not enough time in the day to talk about it. But still, I was raised by a cop and a social studies teacher, so one thing I learned very early on in life is that evidence is key. So, here,” you handed him a Hello Kitty flashdrive that you’d kept in your bra, he took it very gingerly, clearly uncomfortable with where it was placed, “I started collecting evidence on my dad once I figured out what he was doing. And every piece of it is on that drive. It’s not the original, and I have multiple other spares, but there’s years of photo and video evidence as well as scanned copies of documents and written statements from me on there. If you need stuff in hard copy I can give it to you before the trial, if it even gets there, because I want to make sure this sticks.”

“Okay, thank you for your time. I’ll leave you with your food. Here’s my card, I’ll be in contact.”

“Of course, have a good night.”

“Here you go, let’s move to this booth over here.” Peter unloaded a tray of Gumbo and milkshakes onto the table on the booth behind you. “You ready to dig in?”

“Oh absolutely.” He held off on asking until you’d gotten a few bites of food and slurps of milkshake in because he knew you got drained just thinking about your family. “How’d it go?”

“Good. At least I think it went well.”

“And how’s the food.”

“Incredible, but it always is.”

“Only the best for you hummingbird.”

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A few days later you walked behind Mills over to the rest of 51. You were a bit skeptical, you didn’t think that a picnic was cause for wearing celebratory blues, but hey, you weren’t a firefighter. You were, however, proven right when you walked over to a picnic table with about six guys laughing their asses off. “I can’t believe you actually did it candidate!” 

“You look ridiculous!”

“Really? Cause I don’t think so.” The men you’d had yet to be introduced to watched as you pulled your boyfriend down into a full-on liplock. You bit your lip as Peter coughed, a little dazed, and you marvelled that you had that effect on him. “Uh, well, hi. I uh. My name is Brian Zvonecek but everyone calls me Otis. And who are you, exactly?”

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N, Peter’s girlfriend.”

“Peter did not tell you about us, we would remember if he had- uh, Joe Cruz by the way. No nickname, just Joe.”

“Capp”

“Tony.”

“Kelly.”

“Matt.”

“Well, hi, everyone. It’s nice to meet all of you. Sorry that didn’t happen sooner, but I thought it might be best if Peter found his footing with you guys first and then I had to work out of the country for a bit.”

“Well, it’s nice to finally meet you. You should introduce her to the chief Mills.”

And so he did. Along with Mouch and Hermann, the chief teased him for the blues before congratulating him on snagging a great girl. Cindy was lovely, just as sweet as her brownies. The day was going really well, even with the tension Gabby was creating with just about everyone. She was basically drooling over Matt and literally everyone was noticing, and for some reason, she was acting particularly cold towards you. But all in all, the day was a success, especially since it ended with the arrest of your dad, brother, and sister.

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Erin was glaring at you so hard that you were thankful Antonio had gotten a freelance security detail hired for you. As it turned out, since a lot of the evidence you had was about your dad covering up the shit your siblings did, that they were in violation of the law as well. Part of you felt bad for Erin, she had worked really hard to get where she was. Yes, she made some mistakes when she was younger, but most of that was due to her mother’s neglect or influence, which you made sure to tell the court, but she still looked like she was planning your murder. “Be grateful detective Lindsay, you’d be going to prison and losing your badge if it wasn’t for Ms. Y/L/N.” She hmphed at the judge and you shrunk into your seat. Peter rubbed your arms, everything about him calming you.

“I hereby sentence Justin Voight to five years in prison with the chance of parole on charges of theft, DUI, neglectful driving, and conspiracy to commit corruption.”

“I hereby sentence Hank Voight to forty years in prison with no chance of parole on charges of corruption, money laundering, stalking, property damage, witness intimidation, and drug conspiracy.”

You left the courtroom feeling much lighter. You obviously didn’t feel good about sending your only remaining biological family to prison, but what other option did you have? They weren’t going to stop or pay reparations to the people they’d wronged. Just threaten and scare everyone who got in their way. And while you knew that Erin agreed with you on some level, you knew that she believed they shouldn’t go to prison. She would cover for them too, she had actually. And it was because of that that she was demoted to officer and barred from taking the detectives exam for five years. She stormed up to you, resembling a raging bull, after both trials had finished. “How could you, they are your family-”

“They have cost people their livelihoods, Justin actually paralyzed someone! I couldn’t stand by and do nothing, if they weren’t going to stop they had to be stopped. You have to realize that.”

“I just can’t believe-”

“Erin, you’re not joining them, and the only reason you’re not getting arrested for any of the shit you’ve done is because I spoke up and said it wasn’t your fault. All of it would have come out eventually, you know that. Now you don’t have to worry about when that happens. Don’t you get that?”

“You just betrayed your family-”

“Nope, you don’t get it. Goodbye Erin, I’ll talk to you when you pull your head out of my dad’s ass and apologize to me.”

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ONE YEAR LATER

You woke up but it was difficult to see and breathe. You could feel dust entering your mouth and throat whenever you tried to get some air, there were some beams of light coming in but you could still see very little, only the shapes of concrete and metal.  You didn’t feel good. Nauseous, light-headed, pounding in your head, ringing i your ears, and your thoughts were moving so muddled and slowly.

You remembered Kim, the CFD logo, and something about the nurses’ station? None of it made any sense to you, and thinking only hurt your head more. You were so heavy, and so tired, so you just let your eyes close.

The sunbeams were gone when you woke up, you heard sounds instead. Machines and ‘whooping’ mostly. But there were some people, you could not for the life of you hear what they were saying. And then you realized, ‘for the life of you’, Kim, CFD booth, charity race sign-up at the nurses’ station, three steps away, boom, nothing, rubble, rebar, dust, minimal light, minal air. The hospital exploded and you were underneath who knows how much of said hospital in pieces! Panic built up quickly, and suddenly you noticed metallic smelling liquid, aches, pains all over your body, something on top of your right leg. You didn’t think, you just acted. You screamed. Loud. In terror. In pain.

Peter, pizza, apartment, cat, Netflix, Cruz, Otis, pancakes, Molly’s, Hermann, Dawsons, coffee, doughnuts, Platt, Al, Justin, Erin, dad. Images, memories, flooded your mind, panic still securing you in its chokehold. You found an engagement ring in Peter’s nightstand last week. You were going to die. You were going to die. You were going to die. You were going to die. You hoadn’t been aware that you’d spent the entire time screaming as much as your lungs could bear until you vaguely recognized someone yelling at you. “Hey! Hello! Are you okay?”

“No! Help me- please!”

Everything was a blur, whether from your tears or your memory you weren’t sure. But in what felt like minutes you were out from and above the rubble, the night’s sky and a group of firefighters meeting your eyes. Their voices were muffled as you felt hands over you and you let yourself fall asleep again. 

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Crying, someone was crying. It wasn’t you but you could hear sobs coming from right next to you. The room was dark, the only light in the room coming from the cracks in the door and the machines attached to you. You were still in a lot of pain. Your head was throbbing, but not as much as earlier, your lower right leg was in a cast, you could feel bandages on various parts of your body, gauze wrapped around your chest, and there was a plastic lining around your nose in mouth and stale air making its way into your lungs. Your body didn’t feel as weighed down as before, but you could still feel the exhaustion throughout your body. “Peter?”

“Y/N? Oh, thank God. Dr. Rhodes? She’s awake!”

After a flurry of nurses and doctors and tests, Peter was let back in. Dr. Rhodes followed, giving a tentative smile. “Well, Y/N, you are lucky. After being unconscious for five days you have a severe concussion, four broken ribs that we might have to perform surgery on to make sure they don’t pierce your lungs or heart, a broken ankle with three torn ligaments, numerous lacerations, and your oxygen levels were low when you came in. You were initially on a breathing tube but your levels improved so we took it out and put on the mask instead. Is there anything you want me to go into further detail about?”

“My ribs; how close am I to needing surgery?”

“Very, we’ve done our best to secure and monitor them but we really think that surgery would be best, it’s just that your next of kin are arguing about the best course of action.”

“What? But Peter is my next of kin, my only next of kin. Who has been coming to you thinking they have any power here?”

“Uh, it’s your dad, Y/N. They went to the hospital board and argued that they should be considered next of kin. The board agreed. I tried to fight it, but you know how many strings your dad can pull.”

“What? Are you kidding me? Well, I’m awake now, and I can make medical decisions for myself now, right?”

“Yes, I have been told by the hospital’s lead attorney that once you completely woke up you could make all the decisions necessary. We’ve actually been hoping for that because your family has been causing a lot of trouble over this.”

“Do you recommend surgery?”

“Yes. Based on our observations surgery is inevitable. And the fact that your family opposed Peter and your doctors has actually added a significant amount of risks for you.”

“Alright, do the surgery.”

“A nurse will be in to prep you shortly.” 

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You looked at Peter’s tear-streaked face. “I thought you were dead.”

“I thought that I was going to die, I hadn’t even been aware of where I was or what had happened for most of the time I was down there. I was so scared that I would never make it back to you.”

“When I found out that you were in that building before the bomb went off, I just lost my mind. I was digging through rubble screaming your name, Casey and Severide had to pull me away and restrain me from searching for you. When you weren’t found after eight hours, and all that crews were finding dead bodies, I... The look that Boden and the lieutenants had with each other... It was without a doubt the worst day of my life. I love you, so much.” He was stroking your face, looking at you as if you were a gift from the sun. “I found the ring, almost two weeks ago now.”

He smiled and pulled the black box out of his coat pocket which was draped over the back of his chair. “You mean this one?”

“Yes.”

“I had a much more romantic proposal plan, but I don’t want to wait until it’s too late. I do not want a life without you. I want to spend the rest of my existence with you. Will you please marry me?”

“Yes. I love you so much, Peter. So, so much.”

Your moment with Peter was broken by Doris entering the room “... I hate to break up this moment, I really, really, do, seriously you guys are adorable, but I have to prep Y/N for surgery.”

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The firehouse took turns visiting you and Leslie in the hospital, celebrating the fact that you were both alive and well and that you and Peter got engagement. Eliza, Peter’s kid sister, showed up with balloons and flowers. Peter spent the rest of your time in the hospital holding your hand and looking at you like you put the sun in the sky. And you looked at him like he hung the stars just for you. Everything finally felt like it was falling into place, and everyone, including your guilt-ridden dad, couldn’t be more happy for you two.

[dracula-in-purple-story]

From Enemies to Friends

CHAPTER TWO

Author’s Note : All of this is ENTIRELY NON-CANON. I’m still working on my writing skills. Thank You and Enjoy, hopefully.

It was late at the dark, gloomy night. Most residents are deep into their dream wonderland. Some are doing their shady businesses. Unfortunately for the hidden residents of Inkopolis, there were no rest for them.

Multiple alarms blasted out in the massive fortress located deep in the forest of Mount Nantai. Most of the people emerged from their slumber quickly and get dressed before waking up those who are a deep sleeper. After they geared up, they immediately rushed to the nearest kettle in order.

Nicholas, who had just walked through the gate door of the main entrance, heard the alarm and, with a little bit of hesitation, dropped everything he was holding as he rush straight to the emergency kettle at the corner of the front garden wall, where it was hidden by flower bushes. He changed into his other form and swam right into it.

As soon as he emerged from another kettle, the place around him reveals to be an underground base. Full with equipments, gadgets, computers and weapons. He rarely went here ever since he became a co-guardian for his young master but he knew, for a fact, that this place is now chaotic. 

Half of the night-shift people are typing away in their computers and tried to keep track on their task or rushing around, while another half of them seems to be missing, but it soon replaced by bunch of day-shift people fully suited up and lined up right in front of an old but fitted lady, who aged pretty well for a 130-years-old.

“Nicholas, just in time.” the old lady said in a firm authority, “Before we address the situation here, how’s my grandson?”

Fond murmurs were heard among the people before got silenced by the glare from the old lady. Nicholas sighed in bliss, “He’s fine, Mistress! He is still the pure boy who worried over small things.”

She nodded in acknowledgement, smiling a bit, before broadcast a image onto the huge projector screen in front of them. A crashed unidentified flying object. Half of the crowd gasped. “Isn’t that a failed prototype of Thunderstrike? Why is it here?!” Suzuki, another co-guardian of Erek, speaking her mind out in fear. 

“Minale, come here and report on what the Scout Squad D had discovered, please.” the old lady said with simple directness. A three feet being, equipped with a large propeller helmet, zoomed right behind the crowd. “As you can see from the picture,” she started her report while landed on the table with grace, “a failed prototype military aircraft, Thunderstrike, crashed outside the city, with a corpse of a Mini Zapfish that was used to operated the aircraft. Bless its soul.”

“The Scout Squad D previously assumed that it was just a public test run from the underground Oct-”

“Wait,” Nick rudely interrupted Minale’s report, “what do you mean by ‘previously’?”

“It is where I’m trying to get to the point, Mr Nicholas!” she scoffed, “If I may continue, they thought it was just a test run until a power outage happen. It only last for approximately five minutes before the power came back.”

“Ten minutes before we activate the emergency alarms...” Minale continued along with a stressful sigh, broadcast the picture of Inkopolis Tower, “...the Great Zapfish is gone.”

This statement alerted the uneasy crowd as they scanned the picture. Indeed, the Great Zapfish is missing from its tower. The Mistress clapped lightly to gain their attention back to her. She nodded to the Scout captain who zoomed back to her post, giving out commands as she spoke to the microphone that wirelessly connected to the Scout Squad D.

“So far, the conclusion of the report is that Thunderstrike is merely a distraction tool in order to steal the Great Zapfish. Even though we all know that we got more than enough Zapfishes to supply our power source and they have other resources to generate power,” the old lady halted her talk for a few seconds, “why would they want the Great Zapfish for? Any possible answer? Or someone knows exactly why he would need it?”

The absolute silence is eerie until Suzuki shakily raised her hands. The old lady arched her eyebrows before nodding to let her answer. “Twenty years ago, I... I participated the project before I escaped, Mistress Octivia. He’s building some... sort of heavy spherical aircraft with some built-in turntables and mixers... along with some Wasabi supplies...” she gulped, “...the module were estimated to use large amount of energy... but Alivia and Alivia Jr helped me sabotaged the process before aiding me to escape that hell hole!”

“Calm down, dearest.” a tall figure, wearing a set of laser sight goggles, patted her shoulders sympathetically as she cried uncontrollably.

“Go calm your wife, Hayato. I fill in the rest of the details to you two later.” The lady in charge pardoned them as they walked back to the kettle. “Unfortunately, even with their best efforts in sabotaging, the heavy aircraft was built. If he manage to tame the Great Zapfish to do his bidding, Inkopolis is doom to be destroyed.”

“And as Octarians ourselves, we know how Octavio operated behind his DJ set. If we let that happen, we would be back to the starting point! Are you ready to oppose against the hypnotisation once more, my fellow friends?!” she shouted in a fierce tone.

“YES, MISTRESS!”

~~~~~~~~~~

Erek woke up early in the morning, the sky was bright and the sunlight shone through the windows. Lazily, he stretch his body as he get up from his bed and walked out from his bedroom. The birds were chirping and enjoying the cool breeze when he opened up the slide door that leads to the balcony. The dew drops were falling from the leaves of various flowers he potted yesterday. The sun was rising up from the clouds as he water his flowers.

Just as he walked back to his bedroom to take some clothes for his fresh debut, there came a huge knocking and loud ringing on the main door. 

“Must be the neighbours... Cod, I forgot about introducing myself to them yesterday!” the boy mentally slapped himself, “Coming!”

He rushed to the door, not before he tied his tentacles to Topknot, and opened it to see three inklings standing there. One of them, the cyan ‘inkling’ girl, looks familiar but he couldn’t pinpoint on where he seen her before. The middle one of the group, a pink inkling girl, decided to talked.

“Hello there, rookie! The name’s Callie Mac N! Callie for short. On my left is one of my Roller buddies, Mike!”

Mike, an orange inkling boy, raise his Octoglasses and rest it in his forehead, “Hello~!”

“On my right is our little floof of our humble crew, Jewel!”

The cyan girl smiled brightly, “Hewwo, I’m Jewel. Your neighbour at the corner over there! My mommy told me about your arrival yesterday. What’s your name?”

The three of them stared at him with excitement. Nervously, he scratched his head before replying, “Oh... uh... My name is Erek! Nice to meet you all! Want to come in? I’m about to change my clothes and start cooking breakfast.”

“Oh, great! Thanks, buddy. Don’t mind us crash-... WOAH!” As soon as they were welcomed into Erek’s home, they were met with the most freshest living room they ever seen. A bookcase full of the latest video games, a clearly expensive LED TV along with its loudspeakers, limited edition of Chirpy Chips poster with the members’ signature and, is that a freaking CoroCoro hoodie hanging on a coat rack that was supposed to be out in like, next year?

“Umm, guys? You have been standing here for a long time. I made some light breakfast so we could... uh... chat?” Erek, now donning the Starting Gears, was quite concerned about his new friends, who gawked at his living room quite a long time. “Is it weird? My living room?”

The trio snapped out of their daze. “What, no!” Callie exclaimed, “It’s just... woah! My daily earnings couldn’t even pay for this kind of luxuries! Let alone that hoodie! How did you managed to get that?! It was supposed to come out next year!”

“Next year? But I got it for my birthday three days ago. My friend, Kevin, who gave me that just said they have extras so... yeah!” Erek recalled a little. 

“Dude, you don’t actually mean Kevin, the famous trendsetter who just opened a company called Cuttlegear? That guy knows his stuff about fashion!” Mike gushed, “This Octoglasses? Automatically became my favourite headgear after he post some cool model pictures with them. And you know him?!”

“Yes? He works for my Grandmama and he take care of my wardrobe since I was young.”

“Wow! That is crazily fresh! Can I check your closet?”

“Mike, that is rud-”

“Sure, go straight and turn left, you should be able to reach my gear wardrobe.”

Mike cheered as he rushed to the location. Jewel facepalmed, “I’m sorry about my boyfriend.”

“It’s fine. I could give some gears away if he loved it so much. I was planning to buy my own clothes with empty slots anyway.”

“Wait, wha-”

“OH MY GOD! CALLIE! JEWEL! LOOK AT THIS! EREK HAVE SUPER FRESH CLOTHES! EVEN THE SLOTS ARE GOD TIER! I’M IN HEAVEN!”

~~~~~~~~~~

“Gramps, come on... pick up the cells already...” Marie is pacing around the studio. After her cell ended with the monotone message and a beep, she heavily huffed before looked helplessly at her cheerful cousin, which now have a frown on her face as she fiddling with her thumbs. “Nothing?”

“Nothing.” she plopped down to a sofa as Callie sat down nervously beside her. 

“It can’t be... he usually would answer us in a few rings. And now this happens!”

“It’s going to be alright, Cal. Once we finished our broadcast, we head straight down to Octo Valley to check up on him. He’s the strongest squid we have ever known.”

“I know, Marie. But, it’s Gramps we are talking about. Possibilities are limitless! What if his SquidCell is broken? What if he was kidnapped? What if-”

“Callie, calm down!” her cousin smacked her head slightly before caressing it gently. Callie pouted before surveying around the studio. The production team is a hectic mess. Bumping against each other frantically, papers are flying everywhere, the cameras are being thrown left and right.

“Squid Sisters? Five more minutes before we start the Inkopolis News!” a female show betta glided gracefully in front of the two cousins, pointing at her blue watch impatiently.

“Ms Betty!” the Squid Sisters immediately stand up and bow to her. “Sorry, me and Marie were-”

“I know,” Ms Betty halted the black inkling, “I’m not blaming you girls. This is probably the first time we have to broadcast this kind of news. If it weren’t for that Great Zapfish to go missing on us...”

“We understand, Ms Betty. We truly do.” Marie grimaced a bit before following behind their director. Once they arrived at the Inkopolis News Studio, they immediately went into position, just like they had been practised for the last few weeks.

“Don’t be nervous and follow the script. Add some colours into it like you are not reading whatever was written here, okay? That was what made this program famous for.” Ms Betty addressed, “We are ready in three, two...”

~~~~~~~~~~

“Man, you are a really good cook!” Callie complimented Erek as they finally arrived at the Plaza. Jewel nodded shyly, agreeing what she had said while Mike is burping loudly, “Yeah, you should totally teach me that recipe! I could cook for my babs and mother-in-law too!”

“Mike!” Jewel slapped his back softly. They laughed loudly at the interaction. Probably loud enough to cause four certain inklings to turn their heads to them. 

“Oh, you guys! Where have you been?!” a dark blue inkling boy with glasses asked. Callie shrugged it off when her new friend have a questioning look, “Those guys are the rest of my crew. From left to right, we got the ever so quiet Kitty,” she gestured excitedly to a lime green inkling girl who just waved before turning her focus back to her SquidPhone.

“Marcus, the ‘cool guy’ wannabe,” a purple inkling boy just flicked her some fingers before finishing his drink.

“Blitz, my roommate and another Roller Buddies,” the boy with the glasses offered to shake hands. Erek accepted it and shake politely.

“And Marlee! Our new member from last week!” a dark green inkling girl grinned at them.

Once introductions are done, Blitz pondered a bit, “I’m going to assumed you haven't watch the news, yes?”

“No. Why?” Mike asked back, “Are the news reporter some blacklisted musicians?”

“No,”

“Racist?” Jewel cautioned.

“No,”

“Famous enough to actually expect them to report Inkopolis News?” Callie guessed before squinting at the big window where the reporters would be sitting. “Well, yes! But it’s not the point right now! The content-”

“HOLY ZAPFISH, IS THAT THE SQUID SISTER?! I’M A BIG FAN! HEY CALLIE, WE HAVE THE SAME NAME!” Callie Mac shouted enthusiastically as she run up the walkway and squeezed her way through the crowd outside.

“Why do we elect her as the captain?” Marcus scoffed at her behaviour. “So crazy, that woman...”

“I’m a big fan as well... but not as hyper as Callie is.” Erek giggled. The crew laughed it off for a while. 

“So, back to the topic, what do we miss?” Mike questioned with a curious tone.

“You see, well,” Blitz looked at his clueless teammates, and a new friend, with a sense of guilt, “I don’t think we could participate this month Splatfest.”

The trio gasped. They were shocked, especially Erek. His first day of debut had clashed with a horrific news. The kind of news he didn’t expect to happen in the first place.

“Are you serious, mate?” Mike fretted, “We never ever have a Splatfest cancelled before! All they need is to postpone, like they did in that Pencil vs Pen Splatfest!”

“News Flash, brother.” the purple inkling roughly tilted his friend’s head up, the rest of them followed suit, “Our humble energy source had disappeared!”

~~~~~~~~~~

“Staaaay fresh!” was all she last heard before turning off the radio. Furrowing her eyebrows, Tres quietly packed her Splattershot Jr. Before she could even tiptoed towards the old, rotten door, she was hugged from the back. Usually, she would roundhouse that person who dared to risk their life to hug her but there are few exceptions, especially this little yellow figure behind her is her baby sister.

“Paula...” she turned around before kneeling down to hug her back, making the little inkling giggled silently. Tres smiled softly, “Go back to big brother, would you? Breakfast’s ready.”

“Annnd you are going to stay this time, Big Sis.” another yellow figure, slightly smaller than Tres, spoke sternly while pointing a pan to threaten her. Tres smirked a bit before running to the door. She was succeeding before her face got stuck. A freaking clear tape prank. 

“Cielo... Zona...” she pulled the tape immediately before screaming in pain, “Again?”

“It’s ya fault that ya makin this easy for us, Big Sis.” two small orange figures appeared outside the door. They laughed heartily at her before shrieked as their eldest sister hugged them off the ground. It’s not long before the rest of the siblings decided to join their group hug.

They settled down after they finally convinced their eldest sibling to stay back and properly eat her breakfast. Although it’s been a while since they have breakfast together, Tres still wolfed down her share of food. Diego couldn’t stand this any longer as he hit her softly but still painful enough with the very same pan.

“Eat it slowly, Big Sis. It’s not like the Inkopolis Tower is going to run anywhere.”

“I know but the faster I earn some cash, the sooner we can get the surgery to be done.”

“Big Sis...” the small twin-tailed inkling mumbled before she quickly snatched back her small bits of bread from her twin brother. The eldest grinned at this sight before excusing herself from the table. She pecked each one of them before heading out.

“Be careful not to overwork yourself, Big Sis!” Diego shouted. Tres halted her movement before glancing back at the eldest brother of the house. “I can’t promise that.”

She sighed before whispering, “Not when our dad have his life on the line.”

[stormlit]

i finally watched this week’s cr*minal m*nds episode and i’m fucking furious. lmao between killing a disabled black man for absolutely no reason right at the point of his life improving bc i guess? we’re not allowed to work our way out of depression and be happy and fulfilled again we’ve gotta be sad pity porn forever and god forbid even a minor character be rep?? and the absolutely ooc writing when emily literally did everything luke did there’s no way she’d have let him just go and do it it’s so hypocritical and not something she’d do AND THEN NOT EVEN LOOK OUT FOR HIM AND DO EVERYTHING TO SAVE HIS JOB AFTERWARDS i’m just

right now i don’t want to keep ANY of that episode as canon for luke so

[singt0me]

We all know you ship Minally, but is there a specific reason why?

so i’ve been out all day and saw this message in the morning before I left the house, and the whole time it’s been on my mind becasue tbh i don’t think i’ve ever thought about it before?

anyway all that i came up with is: i dont know i just do. 

i think they would have a great dynamic that exceeds canon, their relationship in tfc was cute before everything went to shit (which i think could have been a huge factor in all their drama in the rest of the series, especially book 1, but that’s a whole different can of worms i’m not even going to get into here). I also like to think they had something pre-book 1 in the glade before gally got stung and flipped out and everything, again, went to shit (basically everything i wrote in after chap 2??? was it 2 god i dont remember). 

a big reason is I always felt minho and gally didn’t get along in a different way than anyone else doesn’t get along with gally. I feel like all the other gladers do their best to just borderline tolerate gally to keep the peace, but minho. oh boy, minho is so done he doesn’t even want to try. they butt heads (this is more president in book canon than movie i think?) minho straight up can’t handle his presence. why? there has to be some history there, whether or not it’s romantic. yet, he runs after gally into the maze after he’s been stung AGAIN and taken as a human sacrifice and carried off by a hoard grievers to, presumably, die. while everyone else is just, like, chill to let him be eaten. so. 

(small note: little detail in the first movie that always gets me - when gally storms out of the meeting and pushes frypan out of the way, fry looks at minho like “you gonna do anything?” and minho very pointedly ignores him uuuhhh wes??)

on another note they’re both very similar in very different ways. they’re incredibly headstrong and driven and stubborn af, but the only difference is gally is much louder about it than minho is. gally would yell and scream his opinions at you from across the glade while min would stay quiet and, individually, be like “you know this is a thing” “we should be doing this” “this is the right thing to do not the other thing” “you know i’m right”. 

i feel like they would have a very interesting relationship, romantic or platonic, and canon is a waste of opportunity and time.  

this ask is a mess and very confusing but i think this is something i would like to go into further detail with when my brain doesn’t feel like mush. if anyone would also like that lemme know. 

for now here’s my half asleep babble that im going to look back at in the morning and cringe but for now, to answer your question: there’s no specific reason but rather a lot of reasons piled together and handful of it is just headcanons and speculation and “what if”s. 

[colourspaz]

“who the hell did this to you?” -... Minally... I don't even have to write it but…

Here you go @aki-draws-things enjoy! P.s. Sorry it took so long..

What Minho expected was Gally to come back home perfectly fine after going to dinner with Beth and Chuck for Chuck’s birthday.

What Minho did not expect was Gally stumbling into the apartment an hour after he sent Minho a text saying “Be home soon!” sopping wet and beaten halfway senseless. Minho looked up when he heard the door opening, worried and a bit angry. However, all the anger disappears when Gally collapses to his knees, swaying dangerously. Minho leaps up and catches him before he falls all the way to the ground.

“Oh my god, Gally, what happened?”

Gally doesn’t respond, but he’s breathing okay, so Minho shifts his arms around and picks him up. He lays him on the couch and runs to the bathroom to grab the first-aid kit. When he comes back, Gally is conscious again. Minho immediately rushes to his side and cups his face, tilting it towards him. He gasps when he sees the full extent of his injuries.

“Oh my god, Gally. Oh god.”

Gally just smiles weakly. “Is it that bad?”

Minho doesn’t even respond. He almost can’t, trying to hold back a sob. He just turns to the first-aid kit and pulls out the antiseptic and bandages. He cleans the wounds as gently as he can, but Gally still flinches. He finally finishes cleaning and bandaging them, and then presses a kiss to each and every cut and scrape and bruise. Gally still winces at almost every move, so Minho gives him two Advil and tells him to lay back down.

“Dad?”

The voice makes him turn around, and he sees Addy standing in the doorway, clutching her teddy bear. “What happened? Is Papa okay?”

Minho stands up and walks over to her, scooping her up in his arms. “Go back to sleep, Addy. Everything’s fine.” He carries her into the bedroom and tucks her back in. He turns his head to check on Ethan, but he’s still fast asleep. “Goodnight Addy. Love you.” He smiles when he hears her mumble “Love you too dad.”

He closes the door softly when he leaves, then heads back over to the couch, where Gally’s attempting to sit up. Minho puts his hands on Gally’s shoulders and makes him lay back down. When he does, he pulls a chair from the dining table and sits down next to Gally.

“What happened? Who the hell did this to you?” He asks. Gally takes a shuddery breath, tears close to falling. Minho takes his hand and intertwines their fingers, rubbing his thumb in circles.

“I was on the train home, and I had...I had bought flowers for you, I was going to surprise you. The lady sitting next to me asked if they were for my wife, and I replied ‘Husband, actually. Nearly 6 years now.’ She took it fine, just smiled and said ‘Lucky guy.’”

“But I guess another guy overheard us, and he was apparently quite homophobic. When I got off the train, I noticed him getting off at the same stop and, well that’s not anything unusual, right? But then he exited at the same street and started following me...and not discreetly, either.”

“After a block or two, I turned around to confront him, but he was right behind me and he pulled me into an alley and started to...he started t-to....” Gally bites down a sob, and Minho pulls him into a hug.

“Hey, you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. It’s okay.” Minho says soothingly.

Gally takes a deep breath. “Thank you. Long story short, he beat me up and then while I was unconscious, literally went to a convenience store, bought a 6-pack of beer, then waited until I woke up to pour them all over me.” He finished, whispering.

That was all it took. Gally broke down in quiet sobs, grabbing at the back of Minho’s t-shirt almost desperately. Minho lets him cry and rubs his back soothingly, murmuring “I love you” into his ear.

After a while, Gally calms down, and Minho helps him sit up and then guides him to the bed, where Gally buries himself under the covers. Minho leaves to put the first-aid kit away, and when he comes back, Gally is sitting up and looking around frantically. When he hears Minho come back into the room, he looks up, panicked.

“I can’t find my wedding ring. I think the guy stole it.”

Minho goes to sit on the bed, putting his hands on top of Gally’s to stop their frantic searching. Gally looks up at him, tears forming again. “I’m sorry.” He mumbles.

“Hey, it’s okay. We can get another one. We’re still legally married. It’s okay.”

He moves his hands to Gally’s jaw and kisses him lightly.

“And I sure as hell don’t love you any less. Nothing in this world could make me do that.”

[minalous]

Masterlist

Everything is rated mature because of violence, killing or mature scenes. 

Cave me in | OT7

“What is this feeling I have for you? It’s not love..”

cave me in: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

JJK

 Demon’s love - prologue , pt1 , pt2 , pt3  - supernatural au, demon

 Who do u love? (m) - best friend’s girlfriend 

Zeus: King of Gods (m)   - greek gods au

when we were young - greek gods au, soulmate au

hearts on red (m) - supernatural au, vampire

nothing like us (m) - supernatural au, siren, soulmate au

PJM

Tale as old as time (m) - superantural au, vampire, soulmate au

pink roses (m) - supernatural au, demon

spring day (m) - angst, fluff

MYG

wicked games (m) - smut, pwp

golden clouds (m) - smut, pwp

KNJ

Zeus: King of Gods (m)   - greek gods au

KSJ

coming soon

KTH

golden clouds (m) - smut, pwp

coming down (m) - smut

Zeus: King of Gods (m)   - greek gods au

JHS

pink roses (m) - supernatural au, demon

Who do u love? (m) - best friend’s girlfriend

golden clouds (m) - smut, pwp

off limits (m) - smut, idiots to lovers

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[ltsharif]

Quran Chapter 30: 30b to 32 (Pt-21, Stg-5) (L-2522) درس قرآن

Be careful of your duty unto Him

Chapter “RUUM” – (THE ROMANS) – 30

‘A-‘uu-zu Billaahiminash-Shay-taanir- Rajiim.

(I seek refuge in Allaah from Satan the outcast)

Bis-Millaahir-Rah-maanir-Rahiim.

(In the name of Allaah, the Beneficent, the Merciful)

فِطْرَتَ ٱللَّهِ ٱلَّتِى فَطَرَ ٱلنَّاسَ عَلَيْهَا لَا تَبْدِيلَ لِخَلْقِ ٱللَّهِ ذَٰلِكَ ٱلدِّينُ ٱلْقَيِّمُ وَلَٰكِنَّ أَكْثَرَ ٱلنَّاسِ لَا يَعْلَمُونَ 30b  مُنِيبِينَ إِلَيْهِ وَٱتَّقُوهُ وَأَقِيمُوا۟ ٱلصَّلَوٰةَ وَلَا تَكُونُوا۟ مِنَ ٱلْمُشْرِكِينَ 31  مِنَ ٱلَّذِينَ فَرَّقُوا۟ دِينَهُمْ وَكَانُوا۟ شِيَعًا كُلُّ حِزْبٍۭ بِمَا لَدَيْهِمْ فَرِحُونَ 32

30b. the nature (framed) of Allah, in which He hath created man. There is no altering (the Laws of) Allah’s creation. That is the Right Religion, but most men know not-

31. Turning unto Him (only); and be careful of your duty unto Him and establish worship, and be not of those who ascribe partners (unto Him)-

32. Of those who split up their Religion and became schismatics, each sect exulting in what is with itself.

30b. FitratAllaahillatii  fataran-naasa  ‘alayhaa;  laa  tabdiila li-qalKillaah.  Zaalikad-Diinul-Qayyimu  wa  laakinna  ‘aksaran-naasi  laa  ya’-lamuun.

31. Muniibiina  ‘ilayHi wattaquuHu  wa  ‘aqiimus-Salaata  wa  laa  takuunuu minal-mushrikiin.

32. Minallaziina  farraquu Diinahum  wa  kaanuu  Shiya-‘aa.  Kullu  hizbim-  bimaa ladayhim  farihuun.

Commentary

It was commanded previously: Leave all other ways of life and set your purpose for the Religion, that is to say, Islam as a man by nature upright. You should not care the people who choose other ways of life for themselves and leave this (Straight) Path. They have been going against the nature, so they will suffer from its retribution.

After that, it is commanded: The religion; toward which Islam directs to follow, is the same which is according to the creation and the nature of the mankind. It (Islam) is the Right and the Straight Path, but most of the people do not use their sense properly. Following matters have made room in the heart of every mankind:

The Creator, the Lord and the God of the entire worlds including mankind; is Allaah Almighty, Who is The Most Powerful and Whose Command is executed by everything. The mankind should obey Him and worship Him only. You should neither oppress any individual, nor violate in any other’s possessions, nor hurt someone and nor defame.

Fear Allaah Almighty and escape from sins, give up forgery, cheating and deceiving others.

The people forgot such matters, chose a new way of life for themselves, and divided in many different sects. Now such veil of ignorance has fallen on their understanding that every one of them has been obstinate on own word, because their selfishness and following own desires have changed their reason from good to bad, which all is against the nature.

Transliterated Holy Qur’aan in Roman Script & Translated from Arabic to English by Marmaduke Pickthall, Published by Pak Company, 17-Urdu Bazaar, Lahore, Lesson collected from Dars e Qur’aan published By Idara IslaahwaTableegh, Lahore (translated Urdu to English by Muhammad Sharif).

https://muhammadsharif120.wordpress.com/2020/02/09/be-careful-of-your-duty-unto-him/

[lover-of-ar-rahmaan]

What are the signs that god is listening. His presence feels farther and farther away each day that I remain in this state despite how much I pray for help.

P.Salaam my dear,

I will try very hard to answer you within the next 48 hours. I just got my laptop yesterday and still have to edit a post on Lady Masoomah - I’m not forgetting you, however, a believer should keep to their promises.

P.S.

I’m still in hospital and I’ll recite two Tasbeeha of Salawats for you 😉☺️😉

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In the name of God, The Most Merciful, The especially Merciful

O God, Please send down your Blessings upon Muhammed and the Pure Household of Muhammed and Hasten their return.

Honestly, I have to answer you from my own personal expereince. We pray that we all benefit, God willing.

Once again, I’ll give general advice as I don’t know about the details regarding your situation.

Bismillah…

Often, God, The Most Kind gives us MANY MANY signs.However, we, we are heedless. 

That’s why it’s important to make a Du’aa such as:“Allah Humma innee Auoothubika minal ghafla” - O Allah I seek refuge [in You] from heedlessness”In the words of Aghan Panahian, God, The Most Loving is ALWAYS interceding for us.God’s Mercy is Vast.

Alhamdulilah… I once had the honour of physically meeting Haj Hassanain Rajabali and he shared some Wonderful advice :)Me: “How are you so motivated?”Haj Hassanain: “I see enormous Beauty and I can’t stop falling in Love (with Allah (swt))I later questioned him and asked him: “What do you mean by enormous Beauty? How are you always seeing this Beauty?”Haj Hassanain: “Yeah, I do. I see the Beauty in the fact that I have this plastic bottle of water because if I didn’t I’d be thirsty. I’m grateful for the bottle itself because if I didn’t have it then how would I drink it? There’s enormous Beauty in that.

I’m grateful for this building because if it wasn’t for this building the sun would be blazing upon me. 

You can even see beauty in things which may not seem very attractive at all.. For example, trash/garbage - This makes me grateful for other pleasant smells… and there’s enormous beauty in that. I see Beauty in everything..”

Anyways, A few small tips that help me :)Just simply talking with Him in whichever language you like :)

Just throughout the day. Tell Allah (swt) everything - Allah (swt) is Al-Waliy (The Friend/ Close Guardian).Honestly, reflect, how would you talk to your best friend or someone who is closest to you?My dear Friend,God, The Most Loving loves you over infinite times more than all of those people combined. Of course, we don’t neglect them. I’m just trying to make you ponder - This is Our wonderful Rabb (nurturer).Prophet Musa (as) once said to Allah (swt): “Are you far my Rabb (nurturer) that I should call out to you or are you Near so I should whisper?”Allah (swt): “I am sitting right next to the one who is remembering Me” 

^ I’ll post a link to the short video at the bottom of this post 

And of course, with all of this read the Holy Qur’an in a language you understand.If you need help learning Qur’an then please message me on/off anonymous and I’ll be more than happy to recommend you a few Teachers - especially a teacher who has helped me a lot!! (He does via Skype too :))

Forgive me for rambling, Allah (swt) says that he delays answering the prayer of a Believer because He LOVES hearing their voice and HE knows that once that prayer is answered that believer will not call on me again.Therefore, it’s important to increase yourself in gratitude towards Allah (swt) - Gratitude journals are AMAZING. Write down what your grateful for - can be literally anything and each time you do so you can say “Shukranlillah” (Thank you Allah (swt))

There’s something in the brain known as the neocortex (I hope I spelt that right, lol) and it’s responsible for memory retention. Therefore, as you write something down with your hand you’ll remember it way more easily.Hence, if you start off your day with gratitude InshaAllah you’ll feel positive vibes :)

Also, I have a morning routine where I recite one of the short whispered prayers of Imam Sajjad (as) in the book known as Sahifa Sajjadiya - You can download an application on your phone for “Sahifa Sajjadiya” - THERE’S LITERALLY A PRAYER FOR EVERYTHING.You can just read them and recite with your Heart :)It’s truly wonderful and very beneficial.Remember to stay in Wudhu at all times (unless difficult or not as important) as this also helps :)I’ll try post some videos in the next few days to help you out my dear :)With Love, Compassion, Mercy and lots of Du’aas with Salawats being sent your way :)- Muhammed Mahdi Hussain P.S.It’s important you find a friend in spirituality to help you with your journey and alsooooo remember to do Tawassul of Imam Mahdi (ajfs) and talk to him before you sleep - Imam (ajfs) loves us like CRAZY. Subhan’Allah - if only we knew.

Also,Please don’t take everything as word for word - I was paraphrasing the conversation with Haj Hassanain Rajabali for example. Also, I’ll tag the videos I post for you as “Videos” and “Du’aas” :)

Links:

I Am Near | Hajj Khalil Jaffer [French/ Spanish/Swedish/Azeri/Dutch/German Subtitles]

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DAILY DUA

Dua and remembrance in the morning and evening #11

سُورَةُ الإِخْلَاصِ - بِسْمِ ٱللهِ ٱلرَّحْمَـٰنِ ٱلرَّحِيمِ

قُلْ هُوَ ٱللهُ أَحَدٌ (١) ٱللهُ ٱلصَّمَدُ (٢) لَمْ يَلِدْ وَلَمْ يُولَدْ (٣) وَلَمْ يَكُن لَّهُۥ كُفُوًا أَحَدٌ (٤)

سُورَةُ الْفَلَقِ - بِسْمِ ٱللهِ ٱلرَّحْمَـٰنِ ٱلرَّحِيمِ

قُلْ أَعُوذُ بِرَبِّ ٱلْفَلَقِ (١) مِن شَرِّ مَا خَلَقَ (٢) وَمِن شَرِّ غَاسِقٍ إِذَا وَقَبَ (٣) وَمِن شَرِّ ٱلنَّفَّـٰثَـٰتِ فِى ٱلْعُقَدِ (٤) وَمِن شَرِّ حَاسِدٍ إِذَا حَسَدَ (٥)

سُورَةُ النَّاسِ - بِسْمِ ٱللهِ ٱلرَّحْمَـٰنِ ٱلرَّحِيمِ

قُلْ أَعُوذُ بِرَبِّ ٱلنَّاسِ (١) مَلِكِ ٱلنَّاسِ (٢) إِلَـٰهِ ٱلنَّاسِ (٣) مِن شَرِّ ٱلْوَسْوَاسِ ٱلْخَنَّاسِ (٤) ٱلَّذِى يُوَسْوِسُ فِى صُدُورِ ٱلنَّاسِ (٥) مِنَ ٱلْجِنَّةِ وَٱلنَّاسِ (٦)

Translation

Abdullah Ibn Khubaib said, “The Messenger of Allah (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) said to me, ‘Recite!’. I replied, ‘O Messenger of Allah, what shall I recite?’ ”. He said, recite:

Surah Al-Ikhlas In the name of Allah, the Beneficent, the Merciful

Say (O Muhammad (SAW)): "He is Allâh, (the) One.(1) Allâh the Self-Sufficient Master, Whom all creatures need, (He neither eats nor drinks). (2) He begets not, nor was He begotten. (3) And there is none co-equal or comparable unto Him." (4)

Surah Al-Falaq In the name of Allah, the Beneficent, the Merciful

Say: "I seek refuge with (Allâh) the Lord of the daybreak, (1) From the evil of what He has created; (2) And from the evil of the darkening (night) as it comes with its darkness; (or the moon as it sets or goes away) (3) And from the evil of those who practice witchcrafts when they blow in the knots, (4) And from the evil of the envier when he envies." (5)

Surah An-Nas In the name of Allah, the Beneficent, the Merciful

Say: "I seek refuge with (Allâh) the Lord of mankind, (1) The King of mankind (2) The Ilâh (God) of mankind, (3) From the evil of the whisperer (devil who whispers evil in the hearts of men) who withdraws (from his whispering in one's heart after one remembers Allâh), (4) Who whispers in the breasts of mankind, (5) Of jinn and men." (6)

…in the evening and the morning three times for it will suffice you (as a protection) agains everything.

Transliteration

bismillaahir-raḥmaanir-raḥeem

(1) qul huwa-llaahu aḥad (2) allaahuṣ-ṣamad (3) lam yalid wa lam yoolad (4) wa lam yakul-lahuۥ kufuwan aḥad

bismillaahir-raḥmaanir-raḥeem

(1) qul a‛oodhu birabbil-falaq (2) min sharri maa khalaq (3) wa min sharri ghaasiqin idhaa waqab (4) wa min sharrin-naffaathaati fil-‛uqad (5) wa min sharri ḥaasidin idhaa ḥasad

bismillaahir-raḥmaanir-raḥeem

(1) qul a‛oodh-u birabbin-naas (2) malikin-naas (3) ilaahin-naas (4) min sharril-waswaasil-khannaas (5) alladhee yuwaswisu fee ṣudoorin-naas (5) minal-jinnati wan-naas

Sources: Abu Dawud No# 5082 and At-Tirmithi No# 3575; An-Nasa'i No# 5430, 5431

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“To get the full value of joy, you must have someone to divide it with” Marc Twain. Says bride Jiya, ‘Raghav and I lived in two different parts of the world. But fate wanted us to meet, and now we are happily married and settled in Delhi’. Check out Jiya and Raghav’s 4-day wedding ceremony with non-stop fun!

Couple

Jiya Chadha & Raghav Sarin

We met

Raghav was working in Malaysia while I have been living abroad in Europe for most of my life – but fate brought us together and we are happily married in Delhi.

Our ceremony

Our Punjabi wedding was 4 days of non-stop fun, of sharing joy & celebrating love. The bonding and union of two families brought all the warmth that was needed during the Delhi Winters. My husband and I organized major aspects of the wedding and made sure we were involved in every little decision and loved seeing it all turn out well! We had people fly in from various parts of the world, considering I have grown up in Europe & Dubai and Raghav was working in South East Asia and we couldn’t be more grateful and happy to see everyone celebrate with us.

Kick-Off lunch

This event was for close family & friends at The Barn. It was a relaxing afternoon with a barn theme & a horse wishing us best of luck! I wore a custom-made fully-sequined saree with velvet tube blouse from Xoaan.

Cocktail night in the chilly Delhi winter

We began with a traditional chunni & ring ceremony and went on to partying, dancing and eating till 4 in the morning. The best part was seeing my grandparents dance in joy together. The décor was magical & camp-like and brought warmth to the bitter cold with the plethora of candles, whites & canopies. I wore a customized velvet lehenga and my mom-in-laws wedding chunni and heritage jewelry embedded Basra pearls and Burmese rubies.

Our mehendi

This was a colorful brunch with yellow marigolds everywhere & a dash of aqua. I always envisioned a poolside Mehendi so while most brides hate the process, I absolutely loved getting my Mehendi put by the poolside with the strong winter sun shining right on. What we thought will be a brunch, wrapping up early, eventually ended up as a drunch as our families & young ones danced away with dhol, Bollywood and some good old classic rock. The excess of cheer, beer, and love was unmatched and makes my heart full even today. My gold jewelry for the Mehendi was the problem child, as I find it very hard to find good gold jewelry. But once I found the jhumkas at Sri Ram Hari Ram, there was no turning back! I fell in love and got the choker customized from Calcutta to match the jhumkas.

Wedding

The morning started with a bit of a panic as it started pouring a few hours prior to the Anand Karaj – but I’ve been told it’s a blessing from the Gods! Our amazing décor team quickly moved the set up inside and by the time the baraat came, everything was ready indoor and the sun was out and shining. Thanks to the indoor setup, the Anand Karaj was very solemn, intimate and full of positive vibes. So win-win! My lehenga was an amalgamation of my favorites: A Pista Green color, a heavy Banarasi dupatta, and a net second dupatta. I wanted something that is classy, traditional, and yet fresh for a morning winter wedding. My jewelry was an old heritage choker piece that I selected from Shri Ram Hari Ram (Aurobindo) just the day after my Roka. I doubled it up with a longer pearl & Polki neckpiece. My earrings were again my favorite piece, with large polki peacocks around the upper earlobe and rubies as hangings. And I loved my Bride tattoo!

Sundowner reception

After the best morning of my life, we kicked off the finale with a Sundowner Reception. I quickly changed my lehenga into my mom-in-laws reception lehenga (we re-did the blouse to add a little color and break the monotony). The reception was at my new home and ended up being a 12-hour affair. Guests were served lunch, snacks, dinner and we had a gala time! (living up to our hashtag “WebeRAJIng”. Shoutout to The Ranch our caterers, who gave us the most exquisite menu, most delicious food, and unmatched service for every one of our functions.

Vendors

Mehendi from Raju Mehendi GK

Ashi – dance choreography

Aayna – décor team for everything except reception

Villa Serenity

Marigold by Minal – Reception Décor

Name of photographer

Weddingraphy 

Name of makeup artist

Makeup by Supriya 

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