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sheep33hallow · 3 years ago

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Hey, this is my side blog, so I won't be able to reply on a post or follow with this username.

I do appreciate any reblog, likes or comments I do get <3

So, I can talk through messages or ask. <3

Fandoms:

Naruto, Tokyo Revengers, DC comics, My Hero Academia, Star Wars, Hunter X Hunter

AO3 Profile

My Hero Academia

Please ignore the milkshakes in my yard

Aroace!Bakugou running errands until aromantic!Izuku comes home.

Welcome Home: Shouto/Enji

Shouto wonders if it’s worth it to resist the allure of his Alpha father, Enji

Olive Branch: Bakugou/Deku

Izuku has been with Katsuki for 15 years, he decided it’s time, as an best selling author, to air their dirty laundry about Katsuki’s cheating.

Little Izuku Bakugou/Izuku Part 1 Part 2

They've been dating for a while and Katsuki has been wanting to change Izuku's diaper for a while. Izuku feel like it's finally time to indulge more into their kink together.

Deluxe Apartment in the Sky Bakugou/Izuku

Izuku in his old age was tired of Waiting

Silly Kids

But Midoriya, dropping into this depressed ass state was not on his bingo cards. What that little shit has to be depressed about he doesn't know.

Tokyo Revengers (All TakemichixMIkey)

I told you

Takemichi has to make a decision. The best decision for the situation at hand. He decides to leave.

I wear my fur pelts

A sweet Omega named Takemichi, tattoos the face of the Alpha Viking King, Mikey

Big Boy

Mikey finds a use for the in need Cat Hybrid!Takemichi

Pu*sy Talk

MIkey just thinks Takemichi’s p==sy just hits different

So you see me?

Takemichi is a pregnant omega that has a target he likes to stalk and take pictures of

So was it worth it?

Idols Takemichi and Mikey are caught on camera giving a bl*wjob.

I still think about it (2)

Mikey thinks Takemichi’s baby is quite ugly. He thinks he can do a better job than Takemichi’s husband

Tempo

When Takemichi laid sight on those young dark eyes, he didn't expect it to rule his life. He was lost in a sea of making this his priority. He refused to let go of his own free will.

Tag: fluff, angst, underage(Adult! Takemichi messes with some kids and kid!Mikey at times) all consensual

+Read at your own discretion+

Tis the season

Mikey, also known as Krampus, goes to the North Pole on a necessary trip, there he meets a young man named, Takemichi (Inspired by Hades and Persephone)

Oh, Sorry to hear that (ChifuyuxBaji)

Baji wants to be with the love of his life, but there is one thing he has to deal with first.

Sadated (DrakenxMikey)

Draken knew who he was mated too. So his request on a whim shouldn't be much of a surprise.

Batman/Superman SuperBat

Zombie House Husband Clark

As the name suggest.

Entrapment

5+1 Hera!Bruce, Zeus!Clark, 5 times one of Clark’s affairs thought he didn’t care about his Bruce and one time they found out how deep their twisted love is.

Piercings 3

Clark is not a fan of marriage Jon off.

Piercings 2

Clark was not in the mood to be stopped tonight (D**con)

Kiki’s Delivery Service AU

Kiki!Bruce offers a service to a person in need(Under**e)

Piercings 7

Everyone is a hybrid, adoption, Bro++els, under++e

Entrapement Side Story

Clark is reminded why he married Bruce

Death Note AU

UnWind (Entrapment part 3)

Bruce: Giver of Life, lover of people and Queen of the Gods.

Silky Messes

Kryptonian born and raised Kal-El has taken a liking to the earth warrior, and no powers human, Bruce Wayne.

NARUTO

Most like it like a Tuesday afternoon NaruSasu

Naruto comes home

Bad days to Knot Exist (KakashixIruka)

Who said bea___ality is outdated

Eyes, Nose Lips (NaruSasu)

(All the parts are not currently on Tumblr but is on AO3)

Yakuza!Naruto wants to kill Sasuke’s mate to claim him as his own.

Part 1

Double Rainbow

Soulmates find each when you pee on them.

Friends with Money

Geisha!Sasuke has another visit from his favorite customer, Naruto. This visit goes different than planned.

Peek a Boo (1) (2) (3)

Naruto and Sasuke are exes who are co-parenting their child, Menma. Something dangerous brings them back together.

Who’s there, ShikaNeji (Peek A Boo Spinoff) (1) (2) (3) (4)

Divorced Father, Shikamaru gets involved with a very self assured, Beta named Neji

Twist and Duck

Naruto likes Sasuke to be his buddy on the ice when a fight happens. His personal support rival, if you will.

Action Speaks

Who Are You?

HUNTER X HUNTER

We Can(IllumixHisoka)

Illumi and Hisoka living domestically.

Killua is shocked by the household he has moved into.

I work the night shift (IllumixHisoka, KuroKura) Part 2

Kurapika finds out that he is pregnant from his long term fuck buddy, Kuroro

Pastels

To understand his husband better, Illumi studies Lolita and Lolita fashion

DEMON SLAYER/ KIMETSU NO YAIBA

Temptation owns a dog(AkazaXKyoujuro)

Akaza is confused by his friend, Kyourou’s behavior

I’m hooked and I can’t stop staring(ZenitsuXTengen)

Zenitsu wonders why no one believes him when he say Tengen is a pervert.

Was it more than a chance?(ZenitsuXTengen) Ch1, Ch2, Ch3 Ch4 CH5

Zenitsu is enjoying his dating lifestyle and hopes it will continue to be more one day, but right now all he needs is Tengen to keep his unnecessary commentary to himself.

You Can Have That (SanemiXGiyuu) Rating: G

BLACK PANTHER

Sterilize my Mate (1) (2)

Omegas cannot get sterilized unless they have their Alphas permission, T’Challa ask his best friend, Erik to pose as his Alpha to get his request granted. Erik is in love with T’Challa, so this is a challenge for him

JUJUTSU KAISEN

Decisions and Destinations (1)

SukuIta: During a zombie apocalypse, brothers Sukuna and Itadori's heat and ruts linked up creating a new life. Now they are trying to figure out what the next step is for them (Alpha!Sukuna, Omega!Itadori

Dexter (SukaIta) (1)

SUPERNATURAL

Talk Shop (Wincest) ABO, Post Mpreg

"Why's our baby so fat?"

"Because you used me like a cum dump, and it went all into this creature."

SlapStick Skeleton (Wincest) Fondling

Sam saw a pretty thing try to walk past him.

Brothercore (Wincest)

Dean was feeling aches while on vacation.

WIND BREAKER ANIME

So what's next? (TogameXSakura)

Suo is telling Sakura lies about Togame

Use the #sheep33hallow if you want to find my writing.

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wendimydarling · 5 years ago

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The Soldier’s Wife (Chapter Seven)

Title: The Soldier’s Wife

Summary: Syverson and his wife navigate the ups and downs, the highs and lows, and the blessings and pitfalls of marriage.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC

Word Count: 2049

Warnings: Implied sex.

A/N: Hey guys, looky here! I finally got another chapter written, and once I was inspired, it only took me an hour. Lucky you!! I hope this makes up for last chapter. Also, the sound of a baby’s heartbeat is one of my all time favorite sounds. Listen to it here. Enjoy!

Song Inspiration: “New Life” by Thomas Bergersen (HIGHLY recommend listening while reading!)

Tag list is open, please let me know if you’re interested!

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CHAPTER SEVEN

“I can’t do it, Sy, I can’t!!”

“Shhhh, babygirl, you’re almost there.”

“AAAAAHHHH!!!!!”

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“There she is!”

Mabel smiled softly as Syverson jogged over to her, kissing her on the cheek. His green tee hugged his body well, a large, triangular sweat stain already formed over his chest. That was one of the things Mabel loved most about him; unlike the other Captains who generally just watched and barked orders, Syverson was always out there with his men, training them, showing them that he’d be there to help get them through it. Like he had for her this last year.

They headed toward the canteen for their traditional weekly lunch, but Mabel wasn’t very hungry. When Syverson indicated that she should order first, she just said “I’ll stick with water”. He eyed her suspiciously but didn’t argue, just ordered himself enough food to feed three grown men. His arms piled high, they found an empty table in the corner of the mess hall. Syverson set everything down and pulled Mabel’s chair out for her.

“Ever the gentleman,” she teased quietly as she sat down. Syverson squeezed her shoulders and dropped another kiss on her cheek, choosing to sit next to her rather than across the table. He tucked into his burger at once, half of it disappearing into his large mouth in one bite. Mabel sipped her water, spinning the cap on the table absent-mindedly. Syverson eyed her again, setting the burger down and wiping his mouth.

“Ya alright, Mabel?”

“Yeah, why?”

Syverson pointed at her drink with his nose.

“Ya never “stick with water”, ya always end up drinkin’ half o’ my sweet tea.”

“Jus’ not in the mood fer it today, I reckon.”

Syverson cocked an eyebrow at his wife, not even remotely convinced. Mabel shifted in her seat uncomfortably.

“Alright, what ain’t ya tellin’ me, Bug.”

“What makes ya thing I ain’t tellin’ ya somethin’?”

“Mabel Jean Syverson,” his tone was serious, “What ain’t ya tellin’ me.”

“Whaddaya think I ain’t tellin ya, Sy?” Mabel challenged him, staring him down. Syverson leaned forward, grasping her hand in his for a kiss.

“I think ya ain’t tellin’ me yer pregnant again.”

“Well, ya’d be right, then.”

Tears pricked Mabel’s eyes at the admission, but Syverson didn’t seem to notice. His face lit up and he smiled widely, brushing her knuckles with his lips.

“See? I told ya we’d--”

“No. No Sy, I can’t get attached. Not this time.”

Mabel swallowed thickly, the tears spilling over as pressure mounted in her chest. Syverson scooted his chair back and pulled her onto his lap, smoothing her hair back as he crooned little nothing-words in her ear. Mabel shook, clutching her arms around his neck tightly.

“All I feel is fear, Hunter. Fear that we’re gonna lose this one too.”

“We ain’t gonna lose this one, Mabel.”

“Ya can’t promise that.”

“I can.”

“No, ya can’t.”

The conversation seemed eerily familiar. Syverson tugged Mabel’s hair slightly so that she’d look at him, and he swept the tears from her cheeks as he comforted her.

“Look, when I promised ya that ya wouldn’t lose me, did I keep that promise?”

“Well yeah, but--”

“Then I can keep this promise too. We ain’t gonna lose this one, Bug.”

Syverson chucked her gently under the chin, pulling her in for a soft kiss and pressing his forehead to hers.

“Now come on, celebrate with me; we’re havin’ a baby!”

“Maybe.”

“Okay, a maybe baby.”

Mabel couldn’t help but laugh through her tears as she kissed him. God, she loved this man.

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“Sy?”

“I’m right here, Bug.”

Mabel clung to her husband, bending over as another contraction wracked her body.

“I didn’t get anything ready, I didn’t think we’d make it this far. There’s nothing prepared!”

Syverson chuckled, supporting his wife as she bore through the pain.

“Did ya really think I’d let this child come into the world without the stuff we need? It’s all ready to go, Ma’s gettin’ it set up for us while we’re here.”

Mabel looked up at him, grateful relief on her face.

“Really?”

“It’s all taken care of, Bug. Ya just focus on what ya need to do.”

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Mabel sat nervously in the exam room. They’d made it to twenty weeks, and Syverson was anxious to find out the sex of the baby. He was so excited, but Mabel couldn’t bring herself to find any joy. Every week brought them closer and closer to twenty-eight weeks, and the fear coiled tightly in her chest as the impending timeline loomed menacingly over her. She refused to buy anything, convincing herself they wouldn’t be able to use it.

The tech came in and Mabel laid down obediently, holding Syverson’s hand as he watched the machine. Mabel purposefully looked away. Syverson noticed and placed a hand on her cheek, drawing his head near hers so that he could speak softly.

“Even if it’s the end, Bug, these are the only pictures we’d get,” he admonished her, stroking her skin with his thumb. “Might be best if ya take a look.”

Mabel stared into his eyes, her lips pressed into a line as she tried not to cry. He was right, of course. She turned to look at the black screen, lit up with the white outline of the child growing within her womb. Mabel’s heart caught and her throat constricted as the tech smoothed the wand over her belly, air only returning to her lungs once she heard the familiar ‘wao wao wao wao’ of her baby’s heartbeat rushing through the monitor. It was still alive. She squeezed Syverson’s hand tightly, and laid her head back on her arm, choosing to watch her husband instead of the screen.

He’d missed this appointment last time; he’d been sent somewhere for three weeks and they’d been unable to reschedule. Mabel watched the lines of Syverson’s face as he stared intently at the image of his child. She noted the way his eyes lit up, the creases around them deepening as he smiled. He chuckled when the baby kicked and he could see it on the screen, and love took over his face as he watched the baby suck its thumb. He’s my joy, Mabel determined. She would enjoy this for him.

“Oh, look here… it’s a boy!”

Mabel snapped her head to look at the screen as Syverson hollered in excitement. Sure enough, the outline was unmistakable. He was Syverson’s, alright. Mabel couldn’t help the relief she felt; another girl would have been too much for her to handle. But she still wanted her girl. The tears came unbidden, and the tech cleaned her off and left them, giving them some privacy. Syverson climbed onto the table and cradled Mabel in his arms.

“I miss her too, Bug. She’da been such a great big sis.”

Sobs wracked Mabel’s body as she grieved once more for the baby she would never hold. Their son kicked her softly, as if to say ‘don’t cry, Mama, I’m here’, and Mabel placed a hand over the spot, smiling through her tears as she held him.

“Don’t you worry, little man. There’s plenty of love in my heart to go around.”

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“Alright Mabel, ya ready?”

Mabel shook her head at the woman between her legs, sweat dripping down her brow, her chest heaving.

“I can’t… I can’t do this, I can’t.”

“Yes, ya can,” came a whisper in her ear. Mabel leaned her head back against Syverson’s chest, listening to him coach her through this. His caressing touch was everywhere; hands glided over her thighs, fingers brushed her sweat soaked hair out of her face, a well-placed fist pushed against the spot on her back that was causing her excruciating pain. His deep voice resonated through her mind, low and soothing.

“You are my Mabel. You’ve conquered everythin’ that’s been thrown yer way, includin’ death. So now, yer gonna conquer life, and yer gonna bring our son into this world. Ya ready?”

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“What’re we gon’ name him, Bug?”

Mabel sighed and rolled her eyes. She didn’t want to have this conversation again; boy names were harder.

“Every time we have this argument, Sy, ya end up sleepin’ on the couch cause yer mad at me.”

“Yeah I git that, Mabel, but we’re four weeks away. He needs a name.”

“Scooter.”

“Scooter Syverson. I actually like that.”

“No, Sy, I was kiddin’!”

Syverson jumped on the bed, straddling Mabel’s legs and lifting her shirt to kiss her belly repeatedly. She squealed as he purposefully brushed his beard all over her taut skin, fighting to free herself from her husband’s grasp.

“Whaddaya think, Scooter?” Syverson said to the baby, pinning Mabel’s hands and blowing a raspberry underneath her belly. Mabel shrieked and the baby kicked right where Syverson’s lips had pressed against it. Syverson grinned, looking at Mabel with his eyes wide.

“Looks like Scooter here likes it,” he said seriously, taking a deep breath.

“No, Hunter nooo!!” Mabel cried as Syverson blew another raspberry, laughing as his mouth vibrated against her skin. The baby kicked again and Syverson chuckled with glee, loving the ability to bond with his child. He blew raspberry after raspberry on Mabel’s belly until she finally got a hand free and smacked his head. She pulled him up by his hair to meet her lips, and Syverson kissed her attentively, smoothing his hand over her stomach and relishing in the feel of his son’s movements.

“He still needs a name,” he mumbled against his wife’s lips. She tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled him in deeper, tasting the rich flavor of his tongue.

“I just figured he’d be a junior,” she moaned as Syverson’s fingertips dipped beneath the band of her sleep shorts. He stopped a moment and looked at Mabel fondly.

“Ya mean it?”

“Yeah I do.”

“I’d really like that.”

Syverson picked up the pace, hooking his fingers into Mabel’s core and kissing her neck in earnest.

“I’m still gonna call him Scooter though.”

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“AAAAAHHHHH!!!!”

“One more push and you can rest, come on Mabel! You can do it!”

Another contraction swept through Mabel and she cried out. Syverson’s grip was firm under her knees, his chin tucked into her shoulder and a constant stream of comforting words and gentle encouragement poured into her ear. Mabel bent her head low and pushed, agonizing screams tumbling from her lips as her body was ripped open. She could see her son’s head in the mirror behind the doctor; they were close, they were so close. Just one more push.

Mabel braced herself and pushed with all her might, reaching down instinctively to catch her baby as he was expelled from her womb. Loud commotion filled the room as suddenly everyone was cheering. A loud wail sung out from the babe on Mabel’s chest and she and Syverson laughed with him, sobs constricting their chuckles. Mabel’s laughter turned to tears as she stared at her child, thinking of the baby buried beneath the Live Oak tree. Her brother looked just like her.

“You did it, Mama,” Syverson whispered in her ear, and Mabel turned to look up at him, kissing him softly.

“I wish he could have met Einsley.” she sniffed, drinking in the sight of her newborn son. Syverson brushed the back of his finger over the smattering of dark curls on the baby’s head, wrapping his other arm around his wife.

“I do too, babygirl. I do too.”

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Mabel heard a low, murmuring voice as her eyelids fluttered awake. She turned in the hospital bed and saw Syverson near the window, cradling their newborn son over his shoulder as he hummed his favorite tune. He heard Mabel stir and turned, gazing at her softly.

“I need to nurse,” she said quietly, reaching for the baby. Syverson brought him over and laid him in her arms, sliding next to them to cuddle on the bed. He watched as Mabel took out her breast and their son greedily latched on, drawing life-sustaining nourishment from her body. Syverson kissed Mabel gently on the forehead as he stroked her hair.

“Ya done good, Mama,” he whispered. Mabel smiled gently at him, and together they watched as the new piece of their souls entwined himself into their shared heart.

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enbeast · 5 years ago

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hey yall I noticed that there don't appear to be any transcripts for A Study In Ichor, so I figured I'd type some up, please note I am literally just going off the audio and I might get some stuff wrong.

mission 1

:readmore:

CLIP ONE

Workhouse Owner (WO): RUN FASTER, WORKER FIVE, THAT TREADMILL WON'T TURN ITSELF. As you can see, Master Yao, our workhouse not only provides food and shelter for three hundred inmates but makes a healthy profit too. For example, Worker Five has been running on one of Cubbad's “treadmills” for a mere twelve hours today and has already milled five hundred pounds of flour. Got the odd nail in it but it's good enough for the Rutherhive slums [laughs]

Sam Yao (SY): Twelve hours? Without a break?

WO: The alternative of life on the streets is an excellent motivator. And with your investment we will be able to build even more machinery, maybe even increase rations to three bowls of gruel a day.

SY: I want to use my inheritance for good, and if I'm honest, I have some concerns about your worker's wellbeing.

WO: Oooh I seee~ Yes, I suppose it is rather fashionable nowadays to worry about unfortunates, but I assure you Master Yao, once you've had to make your way in the world, like myself or your uncle, a fine man, you'll learn that revenue is the important thing, not how it's made.

(note, as Sam talks there approaching footsteps)

SY: Surely, there's a way to- OW!

WO: YOU THERE, IN THE CAP, watch where you're going, you just ran into a potential investor. Where's your worker number?

Pick pocket (PP): (in a stilted cockney accent) Sorry, Guv'ner.

SY: No, no, it's fine, I was in the way.

WO: It is not fine. Young lady, break time isn't for another three hours. Get back to work. (retreating footsteps from PP) I'm dreadfully sorry, Master Yao, this workhouse is full of ingrates.

SY: My watch! It's gone, the chain's been snapped...

WO: That worker stole it, she's a pickpocket! Worker Five get off that treadmill and chase after her DON'T COME BACK WITHOUT THAT WATCH!

SY: Uh, I'll come with you, Worker Five, I don't want to make a fuss, but that watch is important to me. Come on, let's run.

CLIP TWO:

SY: Hey, mind your step, Worker Five, I've heard about this, rows of people crushing animal bones to make fertiliser. Ugh, the smell is awful. Pickpocket just ran out into the street, we've got to follow her! Five, I hope you don't mind if I call you Five, through that door! (sound of door opening) There! I see her, she's heading towards the Temm's tunnel, it goes under the river from here to Whopee, an engineering marvel- a-apparently, my uncle's an engineer, he's building an underground railway. I try to keep up with the industry but... It doesn't come naturally... I mean, I-I know the tunnel was built using Bruno Cockren's tunnelling shield but I still barely understand what that even is, I don't ac-ARGH! Oh! (gasping) Five! If you hadn't pulled me aside that horse and cart would have run me over! Ugh, I-I'm sorry, I should have been paying attention, but well I-I don't often get to talk to anyone who isn't my uncle, or someone who's interested in my inheritance... Not that I need all that money, of course. I just want to be sure it's going to help people, it's what my parents would have wanted. That's why the watch is so important to me, it was the last thing they ever gave me before they died. Reminds me of what's important. If, if it was any other watch, I'd... just have let that pickpocket keep it, I'm sure she needs it more than I do... Ah, she's just hopped the barrier at the Temm's tunnel, it's in that round red brick building the entrance shaft is underneath, come on, Five, let's experience this engineering marvel first-hand, quickly, before we lose her!

CLIP THREE

SY: Ah, this tunnel is incredible, can you believe we're RUNNING under the Temms, makes me feel a bit funny... Mind you, we're here now that it's safe, uh, some of the people that built it died in the flood... Oh! Maybe I should spend my inheritance on something that'll make projects like this safer for workers, what do you reckon Five? Oh, Oh no... The pickpocket's already climbing the stairs! Ah- she's getting away! (panting) Whopping's all alleys, if she slips down a back street, we'll never find her! Up the stairs! Run!

CLIP FOUR

SY: (panting) And we're out of the tunnel, the pickpocket just ducked down that alley, after her. (Running sounds) Uh, we've got you cornered, now please. Give me my watch back.

Amelia Spens, formerly known as the Pickpocket (AS): Oh, I don't think so. Lads! (sounds of several sets of footsteps closing in) You're surrounded.

SY: Five, it's a gang of pickpockets.

AS: I'd have been happy with just the watch, but since you followed me, allow me to introduce the Abel Street Gang, they're all over the rooftops and they've all got knives.

SY: Please, don't hurt us, Five here has nothing to do with this!

AS: There'll be no need for bloodshed as long as you both give me all the money you're carrying.

SY: Five doesn't have anything, but, uh, (mumbling, followed by the sound of a heavy bag of coins hitting the ground) That's all of mine.

AS: W-he-hell, aren't we the wealthy one.

SY: I-I've got more! Lots more! And I'll give it to you, I promise, just please return the watch. It's my most treasured possession.

AS: I see! Not an especially experienced negotiator, are you. Hmm, let's take a look at this watch, see what's so special about it. Hmm, pearl face, silver plating, and... an engraving...

SY: It's uh... it's Chinese, those are my parent's names, and that's mine. Sam Yao.

AS: Y-you're not even going to try and make up an identity? What- (laughing) You're lucky I'm just a pickpocket and not someone REALLY nefarious, I- Helloo, what's this? (music starts playing)

SY: There's a tiny music box behind the face, that melody was special to them.

AS: Ooh, a bit twee if you ask me.

SY: So you'll give it back?

AS: I might have sold it back to you for a few sovereigns before you told me who you were, but as my luck would have it there just happens to be something that only you can do for me, Sam Yao. Your uncle's digging a railway underneath London, isn't he?

SY: H-how did you know that?

AS: I read the Society Pages, in my line of work one needs to know who's on course to inherit what fortune, and which Saloons they're likely to fall out of after one too many brandies.

SY: My fortunes from my parents, not my uncle.

AS: Yes, but you're his ward, or at least you were until you came of age recently, correct?

SY: Yes.

AS: There's something I want to show you. Follow me and keep up the pace. There are far more unsavoury types than me in Whopping and they'll take more than your watch. Run!

CLIP FIVE

SY: What's your name?

AS: I'm not telling you my real one, but you can call me Amelia.

SY: Uh, if you don't mind me saying, Amelia, you're quite well spoken for a pickpocket.

AS: Well, even an educated woman is not replete with options in this day and age. We might have a woman on the throne but I had to choose between penury, marriage to a seventy year old rector, or this.

SY: Well, it's not easy for me either, I'm lucky I have money because, well, being Chinese, people have misconceptions.

AS: Yes, you really should choose your friends wisely. Down this side street.

SY: Ugh, Mm. What IS that smell?

AS: Cover your mouths with your handkerchiefs, both of you.

SY: It's alright, Five, you can use mine.

AS: The smell is coming from that huge pipe, you see the emblem embossed on it?

SY: Ah! It's from my uncle's engineering company!

AS: That's right. The pipe is a ventilation shaft from his railway tunnel, now let's get away from it so we can breathe.

SY: (Gasping) Whoah, Oh that's better. What is going on down there?

AS: That's what I want you to find out.

WO (distant): MASTER YAO! WORKER FIVE!

SY: Ugh, it's the workhouse owner.

WO: (approaching footsteps) (panting) Master Yao, I followed you all the way from Rutherhive, one of my workers told me this woman is actually part of the Abel Street Gang! She only came to the workhouse to target you.

AS: This worker, was he a handsome fellow? Smarmy grin?

WO: That's right!

AS: Brent. (Sigh) That'll teach me to use former paramours as spies. Fine. (gun clicking) Hands up!

SY: Amelia! Don't shoot him!

AS: I'm not not aiming it at him, Sam, I'm aiming it at you.

WO: Steady on!

AS: Mr Workhouse Owner, unless you want future investors to know you got this one killed, I'd advise you to stop following us. Sam, Five, come with me or I'll shoot you both. Run!

CLIP SIX

AS: We lost the Workhouse owner, time to put this away (clicking sound)

SY: We would have come with you, Amelia, there was no need for the gun!

AS: Don't tell me how to take a hostage. Now listen carefully, for reasons that elude me, not everyone who falls on hard times opts for criminality, some people would honestly rather perform manual labour, and your uncle happens to be a proliferate employer of such eccentrics. I wouldn't care, except that many of his employees have family in the Abel Street Gang.

SY: I can ask my uncle to pay them more. But... He doesn't really listen to me. I'm Rather naive, apparently.

AS: Well, fortunately I have no need of your dreadful negotiating skills, I need you to solve an even stickier problem. Several of your uncle's workers have gone missing. Even though I've repeatedly explained to my gang that it's a waste of time caring about anything besides one's self, they're refusing to work until they learn what's happened to their loved ones. It's hurting my bottom line.

SY: That's awful... For the workers.

AS: Ahh, they're probably dead. If WE can barely breathe the noxious fumes near the ventilation shafts, what do you think it's like underground?

SY: I can't imagine! Those poor people... I'll stop what's happening, I promise, even if I have to spend every last penny of my inheritance.

AS: Do that and I'll give you your watch back.

SY: It's a deal.

AS: Mm, my favourite words. Righto, well, if that's settled then I'm off. There's a debutante ball this evening and I need to be in good time if I'm going to harvest some pearls. (retreating footsteps)

SY: There she goes. Look, Five, ah, I feel a bit awkward asking you this, but, would you maybe consider working with me? You were quick out there, really impressive, I've just moved into a house by myself and I could do with a hand. I promise it'll be a lot easier than the workhouse. I know it's been a funny old day, but for me it's actually been nice having someone to talk to. Talk at. Sorry, I know I go on a bit. But if you want to let's shake on it. You did save my life. Great! Now, I'm starving, how about some steak and oyster pie? Maybe we'll come up with some ideas about what happened to those missing workers over dinner., then tomorrow, we'll visit my uncle. Lord Earnest Van Ark.

#A study in ichor #ASII #zr #s2s #master yao #sam yao #worker five #amelia spens #transcript #ASII M1

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[ENG] 銀の匙 | Silver Spoon 131 (final chapter)

I’ve loved Gin no Saji for many years. I wanted to provide a roughly-translated manuscript for any other English-speaking fans that are still waiting for the finale to this beautiful manga by Arakawa-sensei. I supplemented my translation using the Chinese scanlation provided here by lumosmoon and typeset by 王少. Page numbers correspond to numbers on the side of the pages in the raw scans.

If anyone is interested in typesetting this translation to the manga, please link this post and credit me under the name “hachiko”, thanks! Enjoy & please excuse any errors.

[page 1~3]

Hachiken: The big blue sky. The gold-coloured lands. A blurry horizon. A smart phone with no signal...

Subtitle: A coming-of-age story built from tears, sweat, and dirt has finally come full-circle in a 32-page finale!!! In this endless field washed in gold... For a boy who was once unable to visualize what would come in the future, who disliked having a dream... His future is beginning to sprout at last.

Hachiken: Where... am I...?

[page 4]

Narrator: The answer is... Russia. [big arrow] Specifically, here. [small arrow points to Ezono]

Subtitle: Even though Hachiken has finally grown up a little... he still gets lost!! A bad sense of direction that transcends international borders.

Hachiken: “If you follow ‘this path’ we’ll see each other...” is what he told me. But are you kidding? This is RUSSIA!!! (text on the road: “THIS PATH”) Brings me back to the memory of that day in the summer of first year, when I had to walk along the path between Mikage Ranch and Komaba Ranch… Even if it’s one road and I won’t get lost, it probably won’t be without incident… Aren’t there bears here in Russia? Tigers? (Also it’s Russia!)

[page 5]

Subtitle: The last chapter of this coming-of-age story opens in the far east of Russia! Accompanied by the low rumbling of thundering machinery, what approaches Hachiken…!?

A familiar person’s back: So you really came, Hachiken!

[page 6]

Hachiken: Komabaaaaaa !!!

Komaba: Hey. You got lost, didn’t you?

Hachiken: Even if I don’t get lost I’d still encounter some kind of trouble!!!

Recap: After graduating from Ooezo Agricultural High School, Hachiken & co. went their separate ways. Now, four years later, his friends have gathered at Aki’s place while she is studying at Chikudai. But Hachiken, also at Chikudai, is nowhere to be found…

[page 7]

Komaba: If… you could see the mountains, you would know how to get your bearings...

Hachiken: Ah-- In our 360-degree visible radius there is not a single hill or ocean, and all I see are fields. I’ve never seen anything like it in Hokkaido.

Komaba: Hachiken, why did you come dressed so formally?

Hachiken: You were the one that told me there was an interesting business proposal!! Please take my business card!

Komaba: In recent years, Amur Oblast has started to do agriculture-related business with the banks in Hokkaido.

Hachiken: Japan-Russia relations?

Komaba: Yup. A joint venture between the Japanese banks and Amur Oblast. How do I say this, I don’t know if Russians are full of heart or simply rough-handed, but the motto they have here is basically: “sow as you please, and reap as you please”.

Hachiken: Oh…

[page 8]

Komaba: Due to the effects of global warming, the eternally frozen fields are now arable. And so a Russian dude casually told me to “do as you please” with this huge piece of land.

Russian dude: So you want to use the land? Sure, provided that you can speak the language, have the work ethic, and drink the vodka with me!

Hachiken: Hoho….

Komaba: So I started using the methods we used commonly in Japan to grow soy on the land. In our first year, the crop yield suddenly increased by 50%.

Hachiken: Just how “do as you please” were these Russians before this!!!

Komaba: We are leading the way carefully. With all the knowledge that we’ve accumulated, we can of course lead carefully.

[page 9]

(Russian) Kid: ICHIRO -- !! Kid: Done work yet? Komaba: Yup. Kid: Then let’s play some baseball! Kid: Teach me how to toss a forkball! Komaba: Tossing a fork requires muscle! Muscle!

Hachiken: I don’t know what they are talking about, but I can tell it’s about muscles…

[page 10]

Komaba (Russian): Your hands are still too small, so let’s try it first with your thumb and forefinger. Don’t push yourself, or you’ll hurt your wrist.

Hachiken: Komaba can speak Russian!

Komaba: It’s thanks to Alexandra-san. If you wanna work here, being able to speak Russian is a huge help.

Hachiken: It would’ve been nice to learn some Russian. I was shocked that nobody spoke English here.

Komaba: And the language of sports is universal!

Exclamations in Russian: Yeah!! Alright!!

[page 11]

Hachiken: How popular is baseball in Russia?

Komaba: It’s not at all. If I was born here, I coulda gone to Koushien. Just tell the kids a couple stories about forkballs and the Carps, and they’re immediately hooked. I said I would teach them how to play and the parents cleared the land into a baseball field.

Hachiken: It’s a Field of Dreams. Like an oversized Ezono.

Komaba: Speaking of Ezono, Sakuragi-sensei went to a lot of trouble to help me secure my place here in Russia.

Hachiken: Same here, it’s all thanks to Sakuragi-sensei that I was able to find network connections for pig-raising.

Hachiken: Komaba, do you have your own ranch here yet?

Komaba: That’s the plan right now. But there’s still a lot here yet to be developed. Setting up a grain loading operation near Vladivostok, establishing shipping routes with Hokkaido, I think these projects are all pretty cool.

[page 12]

Komaba: We can provide Hokkaido with cheaper animal feed, and Hokkaido can provide us with resources and agricultural equipment. A land filled with so much potential, only 1500km away from my hometown. Something this interesting, who wouldn’t wanna try their hand at developing it?

Hachiken: You’re not scared of failure?

Komaba: Nothing will move forward if you don’t even try.

[page 13]

Komaba: Our ancestors were the same when they pioneered Hokkaido. Thinking about it that way gives me courage. (Foul ball!) That being said, the people here won’t sell their land to a foreigner. If I want to have my own ranch here, first I’ll have to take a Russian bride.

Hachiken: Really! Komaba is marrying a Russian girl!

Komaba: What about you? (Kids: Strike out!)

Hachiken: Wat

Komaba: Aren’t you thinking about marrying Aki?

Hachiken: Eh...!! We’re still students...!! And I gotta think about Aki’s feelings too, what kind of nonsense are you spouting!! Even though things have been going well!!

Komaba: Shuddup…

[page 14]

Hachiken: ….“Hachiken Aki” and “Mikage Yuugo”, Which do you think sounds better?

Komaba: “Mikage Yuugo” definitely has a better rhythm to it.

Hachiken: Yeah, I thought so too.

Komaba: Hey, you guys are happy together, that’s all that matters.

Hachiken: Regardless, my pasture-raised pig business hasn’t even taken off yet, so marriage is out of the question right now.

Komaba: As expected, you wanna do everything too properly.

Hachiken: I need to get my accreditation from the university for food hygiene management, then I’ll be able to build my own private processing plant, Hmm, how many years is that going to take… …

[page 15]

Komaba: Just work on getting your pig-raising business up and running successfully for now.

Hachiken: Eh?

(Russian) Kid: Ichiro’s friend, come play with us too! Kid: Isn’t it boring to just watch?

Hachiken: Huh? What’s this, what this? What, me?

Komaba: Go hit a few. They think everyone from Japan is good at baseball.

Hachiken: As if. But I should be able to hit some balls if I’m playing with kids… I can’t make a proper stance wearing these shoes anyway, I’ll just take it ea~sy...

[page 16]

Hachiken: YOU! Hey, what are you playing at!!! As if I’ll be able to hit any of your pitches!!!

Komaba: This is my revenge for the past!

(kids cheering: Ichiro!! Ichiro!!)

Hachiken: You’re totally motioning for a fly-ball, please just let me lose!!

[page 17]

Hachiken: … I wanna go back to Japan… Man at the net: Ball.

Komaba: You’re not going anywhere!

Hachiken: Why did we come all the way to Russia just to play baseball? Man at the net: Ball.

Komaba: I know right. To think that a certain somebody had no~idea what they wanted to do in the future when they were a first-year in high school. Why do you raise pigs?

Hachiken: How should I know!! Why are you asking this!! Also, wasn’t it you that called me over to Russia because you needed me!!

Komaba: Ah, right, right.

(Russian) Kid: It’s a homerun!! Kid: So cool!!

[page 18]

Komaba: Hachiken. Come raise your pigs in Russia.

Hachiken: Hah?

Komaba: Nice-- that’s a strike! I’ve been following Ookawa-san’s social media. Your pigs, the annual yield has been increasing quite steadily.

[page 19]

Komaba: To be able to produce that yield in a cold climate pasture, it’s a testament to how hard you’ve worked. Here in Russia, Despite the demand for meat, there are very few guys out here raising livestock. If you wanna get in on it, now’s the time.

Hachiken: … …You trying to pull a scam here?

Komaba: Does it really sound like that? To tell you the truth, if you want to raise livestock, this place is literally El Dorado.

Hachiken: If it’s that good, get the local people here to do it!

[page 20]

Hachiken: Hyah!! Man at the net: Strike!

Komaba: Didn’t I say just now, that I wanted to create a connection between Russia and Hokkaido. You’ll stay over there in Otaru, and I’ll be here in Vladivostok.

Hachiken: So you’re not a scammer! You’re the mafia!

Komaba: Refuse and I’ll break you.

Hachiken: You have no right to be teaching baseball to these poor Russian kids!!!

Komaba: I am Ichiro of the Far East.

Hachiken: Ichiro wouldn’t do something like this!!

Komaba: I’m kidding about breaking you, but I’m serious about the rest.

Hachiken: Do you have proof that this is even profitable!?

[page 21]

Komaba: Nope.

Hachiken: Oi!!!

Komaba: Although I don’t, I think it’ll be interesting to team-up with Hachiken. Let’s do it together.

Hachiken: Eh!?

[page 22]

Hachiken: Why did the ball just now drop like that!?

Komaba: Yes, that’s three strikes!! My victory!!

Hachiken: Ah~~~ I’m conflicted~~~~~

Komaba: Well, I guess that’s true. You’ve got your own life to live.

Hachiken: I’m really~ So conflicted~~~ … You know, I, made a promise long ago to never be the guy that would deny someone of their dream.

[page 23]

Komaba: Ah ha ha! That’s you, all right.

Hachiken: Also, raising pigs on such a wide area of land could be interesting… !!

Komaba: Then it’s decided.

Hachiken: Don’t just say that!

Komaba: Japan’s large-scale industry and greenhouse vegetable industry players are already making moves here.

Hachiken: Ah-- and there’s already talk going around about “growing vegetables with pig manure”, so we’ll have a finger in that pie too…. …No, wait, wait!

(Russian) Kid: What are they chatting about? Kid: Hurry up and tell us too--

Hachiken: Eh? What? Ah! You want me to get out of the batter box? Sorry, sorry!

[page 24]

Komaba: ?

Kid (Russian): Okay!

Hachiken: Whew-- gesturing successful! Oi, Komaba!!

[page 25]

Hachiken: Let’s go again, we’ll decide it with the next ball!!

Komaba: … Hah?

Hachiken: If I hit it, everything before doesn’t count! Komaba, if you win this one, As GINSAJI’s representative, I’ll consider this opportunity more closely!!

Komaba: Are you supposing that, I’ll go easy on you?

[page 26]

Komaba: … …Of course. How will ya know if ya don’t try.

Hachiken: All right Komaba, gimme your best shot!!

Komaba: Since you’re getting serious now, I’ll have to get serious too!!

[page 27]

Hachiken: Are you kidding me! Can’t you go easy on me just a little!!

Komaba: Shut up!! Next up, forkball!! You’ve been warned!!

Hachiken: Please just throw in a straight line!! Kyaaaaaa--

[page 28]

Student: Sensei-- Actually, I was thinking about starting my own business.

Sakuragi: Eh! What type of work?

Student: I love to cook and eat tomato-based recipes, so I want to use the tomatoes that we’ve been growing at home to start a restaurant! … But, people around me say that starting a business right out of high school is pretty impossible, I should probably wait until I mature a bit more…

Sakuragi: Oh! This tomato is delicious!

Student: Right? The harvest from this year came out just as I imagined it!

Sakuragi: Hm. Starting a business after high school. You may face some difficulties indeed. I understand why the people around you are worried.

[page 29~30]

Sakuragi: And it’s difficult for me to advise you on this as well… -- Is what I would have said a few years back! Among the students that I’ve taught over the years, there once was a guy who was a runaway from the regular high school examination track; he had come to Ezono with zero goals. The minute he set foot on campus, he suffered one hardship after another. He joined the equestrian club after he was invited by a female classmate. Didn’t even have the guts to drop out. He’d never made pizza once, but endeavored to do it in stride. He christened a pig and cared for it with so much love, that when he cooked and ate its meat he bawled his eyes out. During his part-time job, he wasted a ton of milk and bawled his eyes out again. Snuck out of his dorm in the middle of the night and got slapped with toilet duty. Found a dog in the middle of the school and started to take care of it. Couldn’t refuse anybody’s request and overworked himself so hard, He ended up getting sick on the day of the school festival and couldn’t participate. Borrowed money from his friends and bumbled his way onto a ship bound for Russia.

Other teachers: He didn’t board the ship. He didn’t board it.

[page 31]

Sakuragi: He is the record-holder for the lowest score ever recorded at the Interhigh Equestrian tournament. He suddenly decided in December of his 3rd year that he would attempt the university entrance exam. Started dating the girl that he liked but never got her father’s approval.

Students: Wow, just hearing about this guy makes me anxious… Didn’t even get the father’s approval…

(T/N: sorry, I don’t remember their names edits plz) Teacher: Oh, and don’t forget the boarding house explosion incident. Teacher: Right, right!

Students: What a scary guy.

Student: … and this person graduated without any issues?

Sakuragi: He did indeed. Apart from all of the above, he also started his own business while he was a student.

[page 32]

Sakuragi: And he’s the reason why all of you get to have such a leisurely pizza party like this, every year. If you’re interested in hearing more,

Let me tell you the story of the many different seeds that this man has sown.

#gin no saji #silver spoon #manga translation #hachiken yuugo #komaba ichiro #銀の匙 #t #spoilers #silver spoon 131

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Blog 16 In All Corners Of the World, 2011 live film (not anime).

1. Considering iitoko-dori, the textbook mentions that “the process of iitoko-dori, which has given rise to relative rather than absolute ethical value system, has also result in serious negative consequences” (p.130). Did you find a scene that explains it well? Describe the scene and write the reasons why you think so. The Japanese adopted a more equal work ethic when it came to war having everyone come together and contribute to stopping the enemy from taking over their country. This was shown in some of the last scenes of the movie when everyone was listening to the treaty over the radio. Suzu and the father in law agreed they wanted to fight until there was nobody left and they would have rather lost their lives trying than to surrender. This was an older style of thinking and they had to adapt to their new lifestyle and rebuild. Before this the females took military training classes in order to stop any homeland invasions.

2. Considering Ikuji, how do you see Keiko (Suzu’s sister in law) child bearing? Use the citation of textbook and explain the DIFFERNCES between textbook and Keiko. Explain why you think so. Ikuji is the type of parenting that is considered the method of “seep down” (p. 136) allowing the child to grow based on bein a role model instead of a drill instructor. Keiko was more of a drill instructor telling Suzi everything whats wrong with her and being very direct with her oppinions. Both can be effective ways in raising children but they are approached in different ways.

3. Considering Ryosaikenbo, in the movie, there are much the Ryosaikenbo concepts, for example “In Japan, it is still believed that boys and girls should be brought up in different ways” (p.181). Did you find a scene that explains it well? Comparing with American culture nowadays, do you feel it is fair or not? Explain the reasons why you think so. The scenes where Suzu and Tetsu are children ou can see that the boys were trained to think in somewhat of a military mindset. Tetsus brother died in the war and imedietly Tetsu wanted to take his place and die for his country. Whereas Suzu seemed to be raised more as a caretaker, drawing Tetsu pictures and providing comfort to him. American culture nowadays it has been slowly becoming more equal but the division in how children get brought up based on gender is still clearly seen. Curfew is a good example of how girls sometimes get mistreated. I know most of my guy friends growing up would come home generally whenever they pleased and girls would have a timed they had to be home or they would be grounded.

4. Considering Danjyo Kankei, unlike the tradition of Danjyo Kankei, did you see in the movie that men (husband, father in law, or good male friend) are subservient to females (wife, mother in law, sister in law, prostitute friend)? Explain the scenes and why you think so. The bath scene when Suzu was keeping the bath warm for Tetsu and that was completely normal to the family. They expected her to instead of being like lets provide comfort as a group or sying hey man you want a hot bath warm it up yourself.

5. MOVIE- Why did Suzu lose her right arm? She had tried to save Keiko’s child from a bomb she saw chillen in the property immediately next to the child picking flowers.

6. MOVIE- What was the relationship between Syusaku and Rin? Rin was I believe a geisha and Syusaku was falling in love with her. He taught her how to read and write somewhat, I think they were in love at one point in their lives the same way Tetsu and Suzu were but fell into an arranged marriage, then never wanted to look back because they ended up losing their spouse very much.

7. What do you think the meaning of her right arm? Rin explained how lost things don’t have memories they go to a better place. I think the right hand was symbolism for the potential the child that died had. She had flashback of all the skillsets she obtained over the years and love she had (holding hand with Syusaku). The child had so much potential and seemed to be better than Suzu could have ever been. She was loved and the child is much missed throughout the family. She feels the pain directly for the lost life though it wasn’t her child.

8. My grandfather who just passed away was 100 years old. He was 1 km away from the ground zero. My grandmother was in Kure and she saw the mushroom cloud like Suzu saw. Do you have similar story in your family? If you do (would have), can you see the historical facts differently or not? Explain the reasons why you think so. I do not know of, (or none come to mind) any family stories that would be relevant to or as severe as surviving an atomic bomb at ground zero.

9. What Japanese key concepts that you have learned before (other than current 4 concepts) did you see in this movie? Explain why you think so. The ie system is the concept of seniority in the household rules. In the scene when Testu was asked to leave, Syusaku claimed leader of the household because his father was gone for the night. Syusaku didn’t like how Suzu was looking at Tetsu and also didn’t like the manner Tetsu had. He suggested to Suzu to go to him an not return. He was taking charge and doing what he thought was best for the household.

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thewhitepaper-media-blog · 7 years ago

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EDHI HOMES: Homes to Muffled Cries

Behind bars…shut out for life ever after!

In our conservative patriarchal society, homeless women often end up in so-called rehabilitation centres. Azra Syed makes in-roads into Edhi Homes and exposes the life inside the tightly guarded walls.

“I can sing very well. Please help me escape from here.”

“I know tailoring. This was my means of living when I lived in Saudi Arabia. For God’s sake, get me out of here.”“I am Qur’an Teacher and want to teach the holy book to children, but how can do that here?”These were just some of the desperate cries I heard as I enter the Bilquis Edhi Home

‘Apna Ghar’

in Shadman Town, North Karachi.Walking through the corridor I was confronted with disturbing questions. Why are these women here?Who dumped them in such a pathetic place where they do not even have a fan in such hot weather?Overwhelmed by such questions, I reminded myself that many of these women have no alternative but to take refuge in a

Dar-ul-Aman –

rehabilitation centre for shelter-less women. In our conservative patriarchal culture, many women dare not leave their parents’ or husband’s home because they fear hostility from their families and society in general. But those who dare to do it often have no choice but to take refuge in

Dar-ul-Aman

, or they are forced to land in any Edhi Home.

So what is really going on in most of the

Dar-ul-Amaans?

This can’t be explained in limited time and space. But what has been happening in the Edhi homes established especially for females, is a mystery which deserves a careful study.

Bilquis Edhi at work

The wrongdoings being committed by a renowned welfare organisation, as witnessed by this correspondent, are at best shocking. Here are a few examples of women I came across during my visit to Edhi Homes.

Mushtari Begum was a paralysed old woman who has been living at Apna Ghar for four years. She came from India and was married to a Pakistani National, an employee of Pakistan International Airline (PIA), who lived in Hyderabad. She wanted to go back but, as she said: “Edhi’s driver took me twice to Hyderabad, but both times, brought me back without taking me to my ex-husband’s home, saying the house is closed. She also alleged that her jewellery and money was taken by the staff at Apna Ghar and she never got it back.With tears in her eyes, she requested us: “Please help me get out of here.” Mushtari Begum was confident enough to live on her own. She said she had some money in the bank, besides some precious jewellery, watches and silks. “I can hire a maid and live a comfortable life,” she said. At the rehabilitation centre, she complained of pathetic living conditions. “I used to take a bath twice a day. But here I am lying on the floor without even a fan and a bed. I am paralysed and unable to maintain cleanliness. I need a helper, but who will help me in such a pathetic place?” she questioned.However, when asked for his comments regarding the allegations and conditions prevailing at Edhi Homes, Edhi said: “These women have no sense as to what they are talking about. They are mentally disturbed.”But then there is Amina, a slim Saraiki woman, accompanied by five other women, was preparing chapattis for all inside a big room. Upon spotting a journalist, she quickly moved towards me and started telling her story before we asked her anything. “I was living in Saudi Arabia, where I was earning my bread and butter by tailoring. My brother is still living in Saudi with his family. I came here to update my documents because the visa date had expired. The authorities did not allow me to go back and sent me to the Edhi Home instead,” she complained.

Helpless and Homeless: Waiting for Messiah

There are many Bengali women in Edhi Homes, and 20-year old Anwari is one of them. She was brought here when she was only twelve. Unlike most other women, she is very happy here. “This is my home. I feel comfortable here,” she said. Anwari and her elder sister Abeeja were trafficked to Pakistan from Bangladesh. The sisters parted at the border. She has forgotten everything about her childhood except her younger brothers and sisters left behind in Bangladesh. Anwari is fluent in Urdu and performs the duties of cooking with two other women, Nargis and Zubaida. Nargis was also trafficked to Pakistan from Bangladesh by a pimp who sold her in Pakistan. She cannot speak Urdu but understands it. She did not say anything but kept weeping.Another married old woman Ameer Jan claimed that about four months ago, she came to Karachi to shop for her son’s wedding. But some people from Edhi home carried her here.My discoveries about what really goes on inside the tightly guarded walls of Edhi Homes were reinforced by a joint research study conducted with Shabana Akhtar Siddiqui, a student at the University of Karachi. The study conducted a few months ago, looked at the “productive activities of women at Edhi Homes.” Starting disclosures where made as a result of the study which is probably the first of its kind.

About 50 women of different ages were selected at random from all the three Edhi Homes running in Karachi. A questionnaire covering age, education, number of skills, and further desire for working, was prepared. About 68 percent women approached for the purpose, were between 14-25 years. Whereas 28 percent were between 26-35 years and remaining was above 35 years. Fifty percent among them were illiterate. Only 26 percent had primary education. About 40 percent had primary to middle schooling. Only 14 percent were educated between middle to matriculation, while only four percent fell in the range of matriculation and graduation level.

About 70 percent women came from urban areas, 26 percent from rural areas and only two percent belong to townships, whereas two percent had no knowledge about their native towns and cities because they have been living in Edhi Homes since their childhood.To begin with, the majority of the women in Edhi Homes are involved in unproductive activities.

They usually spend their time sleeping or sitting idle, playing games or chatting. Very few had a reading habit.

About 68 percent knew stitching, 54 percent knew embroidery including Kashmiri and Sindhi embroidery, Moti Tanka (bead-stitch) and Afghani Tanka (Afghani-Stitch) and mirror work. 32 percent were trained in knitting and crochet. About 34 percent knew skills like flower-making, baskets, caps and other household items made. Many had worked in offices and dispensaries. A few were diploma holders in different courses including typing, short-hand, midwifery, hand decoration (Henna painting), and beautician.All of them maintained that they had learnt these skills before getting into Edhi Homes. The majority of the women wanted to increase their qualification. They were keen to learn different skills like driving, nursing, stitching, office work, social welfare, teaching, religious education. These women had also requested the administration to provide them with opportunities for learning different crafts.The management promised to do so, but never put its words into action. Hence, only one of the women succeeded in getting admission in a training school but she could not attend classes because of other engagements at the centre. Another was refused permission by the management without any reason.When Bilquis Edhi was asked about the productive activities of the women living in Edhi centres, she replied: “these women are mentally disturbed and are unable to do anything or perform any duty.”When it was pointed out that the majority at the Clifton Centre and

Dar-ul-Baqa-e-Khawateen (Women welfare centre) appeared normal, she denied it and said:

“No they are also abnormal and you do not have enough knowledge about different types of mental disorders.”

She said that they get themselves injured with sharp objects like needles, scissors and knives when asked to cook or stitch.“Participation in various tasks, like stitching of shrouds for the dead bodies (Kafans), repairing of clothes, cooking, sweeping dish-washing and laundering is compulsory for all women otherwise their food supply would be stopped,” she informed.However, she maintained that usually the women perform all these duties at their free will and do not object to doing any of these tasks.According to Bilquis Edhi, the Foundation has chalked out a number of new projects for the shelterless women. These including the establishment of a ball pen factory and match factory, besides starting typing and stitching courses.She claimed that in order to provide education to every woman, from first to the sixth level.

“Nursing, midwifery, and laboratory work had been taught to those women who showed interest in these areas, so they could become independent,”

Bilquis Edhi claimed.

Talking about the issue of marriages of girls lodged in Edhi Homes, she said Edhi Foundation has arranged marriages of a large number of girls who had been divorced once or were widows. Only one marriage out of these ended in failure, she claimed.But most of Bilquis Edhi’s statements are questionable in the light of the allegations by the women at the centres.For example, it was observed during random visits to the centre there was nothing like proper education facility at any centre or none of the women interviewed mentioned it.

Edhi Homes- Where one feels insecure

She had been crying for the last two hours but nobody paid any heed to her cries and woes. She was old, begging for her son whom she had admitted, a few months ago, in Edhi Home’s ‘

Apna Ghar’ (Ours Home) situated in Sohrab Goth

, Karachi.“For God’s sake! Let me meet my son. He is the only one I can lean on in my old age.” She was crying outside the window of the office, as she pleaded with those inside, Apna Ghar Edhi Home office.No one tried to understand her pain. After a while one of them came toward and snapped at her,

“jao mai tumhara beta mur gaya hey, Humari Jan chhorro” (Go away old woman, your son has died, leave us alone.) Once again she dissolved into tears: “You are telling a lie. How could he die? He was young and healthy.” “He was not healthy, he was a drug addict, so he simply died while sleeping at night,” was the reply.“Why did not you inform me?” she asked.This was met with silence.“Ok, if he is dead, then please hand his body over to me,” she requested.

“We have buried him.”

“Where have you buried him?”

“We don’t know. Hundreds of people die every day. How is it possible to remember where they are buried.

He is no more, forget him and don’t waste our time.” She was told.“You people are talking rubbish… you are lying, if not, then give me his body,” she shouted.Meanwhile, one of the staff members came out and pushed the old lady away.According to an Edhi Homes staff member, the old woman had a son called ‘Haider’ who had fallen victim to the curse of heroin andWas admitted in ‘Apna Ghar’ a year ago. He died a few months later as he failed to respond to the treatment.It was time to question the staffer;

“How did Haider get heroin at Edhi Home when the rules stipulate that nobody can enter any Edhi Centre, without the express clearance by Maulana Abdus Sattar Edhi, the founder and head of Edhi Foundation?”

had been shifted to another Edhi Home. She asked for the address which they deliberately withheld. She did not surrender and kept demanding information.“One month passed and they did not have a proper reply. One day one of the office bearers informed me that my son had expired and since then I have been begging them for information about his grave.”This is not a rare case but a routine practice at Edhi Homes.It has been observed that those who cannot afford treatment of either physically or mentally ill relative drop them at Edhi Home. Usually, after a few months or a maximum of a year, they are informed that the person had died or lost somewhere while being shifted from one of the Edhi Homes to another.Parents are not allowed to meet their wards lodged at Edhi Centres.Defending the decision, Ismail, the charge of ‘Apna Ghar’ at Sohrab Goth said: “If a parent or relative admits a child or a person at the Edhi Home, it means the person is unwanted.

Once they do not want a person they have no right to meet them because they lost their right when they threw the person out of their lives.So we discourage them and are not allowed to meet them.”According to Ismail, illiterate people bring their abnormal children to Edhi Centres. They fail to read the admission form in which it is clearly said that the person who has filled the form has no relation to the child or person. He or she is alone in the world, and so, is being admitted to the Edhi Home.Some of the staff members and insiders, while requesting anonymity, said that a physically healthy but mentally retarded person living in the Edhi Homes dies within two to three years. Nobody knows the reasons behind these early deaths. When asked, the people sitting in Edhi Homes replied that they die because they develop severe mental disorders.Can a mental disturbance be the cause of an early death?

#women #abdul sattar edhi #edhi #homeless #poor #women condition #women rights #karachi #pakistan #refuge home #miserable #untold stories

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kpopmultifan127 · 8 years ago

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Song Joo and his unexpected marriage. [UNIQ]

Songjoo and myself have been friends for almost 3 years. We even dated at one point, we really didn’t know what happened to us but we still stayed on good terms. I was honest with him from the start and I even told him I still had feelings for him even though we just stayed friends. Songjoo was still cool about it because he also told me there’s still a lot of feelings in there too. We both made plans with a few of our friends. Just hanging out and watching a movie.

Songjoo: I just called Hyun Woo and JaeMin they said we can head over to their place around 5.

Dee: ok cool I’ll call Christine and Candice to let them know.

So we all ended up at Hyun Woo and JaeMin’s house and it was fun to see everyone again. Just as we always to we just talk about the good old days. Even the times when me and Songjoo were together. I’m not going to lie I did miss those days of us holding hands and him giving me hugs and kisses. But I’m happy enough that we still stayed friends at least and we knew we still had feelings there.

Hyun Woo: I just got the new Resident Evil movie shall we watch that?

Dee: yes because my husband Lee Joon Ki is in it hahaha.

Song Joo: Say what?! your husband? what happened to me?

 Candice: Oh please we all know Joon Ki is mine. Plus we all know you and Song Joo are going to end up marrying each other hahaha

We all laughed except Song Joo. He kind of just smirked and sat there.

Jae Min: dude you know we were kidding right?

 Song Joo: huh? oh--oh hahaha yeah hahaha.

Jae Min: you alright man?

 Song Joo: oh- yeah sure. Let’s start the movie.

Everyone felt a little weird after that even know we were all joking. But started the movie to kill the tension. I kept looking at Song Joo and it seemed like he didn’t want to be there and kept looking at his phone the whole time. So I tapped him.

Dee: *whispers* hey you ok?  

Song Joo: oh- yeah I’m fine.  

Dee: you sure? you seem like you don’t want to be here? did you want to go outside and talk.  

Song Joo: no i’m ok....I’m fine really.

I still felt like something was wrong with him, but I learned from the time we’ve known each other if we wanted to talk we would talk. So this thing he’s going through must be something he’s not ready to talk about so I just left it alone. The rest of us were enjoying the movie as it finished we all just stayed back and talked stories. Song Joo went outside because it seemed he got a phone call from his dad. As he was talking outside he seemed upset talking to him, I remember he was always smiling when he spoke with his dad. I’m sure later on he’ll tell me what’s going on but for now I’ll just leave it alone.

Hyun Woo: so are you guys sleeping over? it’s late and you all seem tired. you guys are welcome to stay in the guest room like always haha. 

Christine: yeah I think I’m going to stay back, I’m way too tired to drive back. Is that cool with you Candice?

Candice: hey you’re the driver so I can’t say no, hahaha and I do love the coziness of the room so I’m down haha.

Jae Min: cool, Dee and Song Joo are you guys staying? --oh? where did Song Joo go?

Dee: he’s talking to his dad, and I think I’m going to head home because I got work tomorrow. Are we all meeting up again tomorrow night? Jae Min you have your fan meet right?

Jae Min: yes ma’am it starts at 3 so y'all better be there!

Song Joo came back in from talking to his dad on the phone.

Hyun Woo: Song Joo are you going to stay over, Dee is going to head home.

Song Joo: I think I’m going to head home too, my dad said he needed to talk to me tomorrow morning. So after I meet up with him I’ll head over to your fan meet. Dee can I have a ride home too?

Dee: yeah sure.

We got into the car and left. He seemed a little irritated.

Dee: hey are you ok? 

SJ: yeah i’m fine. sorry it was just my dad. he needed to talk to me in person about something. you know how he is.

What a lot of people don’t know about Song Joo’s dad is that he owns a record label and his dad can be kind of strict sometimes. Jae Min is under his label so he also knows how he gets.

Dee: well i hope everything is ok.

So the next day he asked me to drop him off at the company and swing by like an hour later to pick him back up. I ended up meeting with the girls while I waited for him.

Christine: Is everything ok with Song Joo? he seemed kind of out of it last night.

Dee: He said everything is ok. But I don’t think it is. I didn’t want to ask him because you know how he gets about that kind of stuff. I have a strong feeling that everything is not ok with him.

Song Joo had texted me saying that he’ll just meet me at Jae Min’s fan meet because his dad wanted him to go with him. So I ended up just going with the girls.

Song Joo: Why did you want to see me dad.

Mr. Kim: You should know already why I asked you to come here.

SJ: Dad I already told you I didn’t want to marry Soo Yeon I still want to try things out with Dee.

Mr. Kim: Why though she is no benefit to our company. Soo Yeon is ready to sign over to us and it’ll look even better once we announce your engagement.

SJ: I don’t love her....I don’t even like her. Dee means everything to me.

Mr. Kim: well you know my decision. If we can’t get Soo Yeon over to our label we won’t be able to do a comeback for Jae Min.

SJ: WHAT?! That’s not fair! Just because I won’t marry her?

Mr. Kim: that’s my decision and end of discussion. We need to leave for Jae Min’s fan meet. Soo Yeon will be there waiting for you.

We were all at the venue where Jae Min was having his fan meet. When Song Joo and his dad got there Song Joo didn’t look too happy. He seemed like he was forcing his smile.

Jae Min: hello CEO Kim.

Mr. Kim: hello Jae Min. Sorry I can’t stay long I have to finish some stuff up at the office. Just came to drop off Song Joo and wish you good luck! And I have a special guest....ah and here she is.

I was running a little late because I had to run to my studio to grab my camera. Jae Min wanted me to take shots of his fan meet. So I dropped off the girls and went back to my studio.

Mr. Kim: everyone this is Soo Yeon.

Soo Yeon: hello everyone. it’s nice to meet you.

Mr. Kim: She will be signing over onto our label soon.

SY: I’m very excited to be working with this label. Jae Min we will be seeing each other a lot.

Just as she was speaking she stood next to Song Joo and linked her arm on him. They all looked confused.

Jae Min: oh--ok that’s cool. I’ll see you around.

Right as they were saying goodbyes I walked in as they were walking out.

Dee: oh hello Mr. Kim.

Mr. Kim: hello Dee. Long time no see. This is Soo Yeon, our newest addition to our family.

Dee: that’s great....nice to meet you.

As they walked away the room seemed tense and quiet. But Song Joo seemed the most irritated.

Dee: is everyone ok?

 Candice: oh---oh yeah everyone is fine. Jae Min is just nervous. right?

Jae Min: oh---yeah yeah. I am. I’ll see you guys outside.

Everyone started to leave but something felt really fishy.

Dee: hmmm....something is up. Song Joo are you ok?

SJ: oh yeah I’m fine...lets go to our seats.

It just seemed a little weird how everyone was all excited then as I walked in, it became quiet and tense. Like someone is hiding something from me and they don’t want to say anything. We sat down and watched Jae Min’s performance for his fan meet. We were all so proud of him. At the end of his fan meet we all went back to their apt.

JM: hey Song Joo can I talk to you for a minute.

SJ: yeah sure.

So they went outside to talk. Jae Min seemed a little irritated. I know it was a bad thing to do but I snuck over to see if I could hear what they were talking about.

JM: dude what’s going on with you? are you ok? 

SJ: what do you mean? I’m fine.

JM: ok so what’s the deal with you and Soo Yeon?

SJ: dude shhh!

JM: what why? what’s going on man?!

SJ: my dad spoke to me today and he keeps telling me to make the decision to marry Soo Yeon.

JM: WHAT?!

SJ: SHHHH

I couldn’t really hear anything but it seemed like it wasn’t a good thing. I heard something about him and Soo Yeon but that’s all I could hear. I was getting kind of scared when I heard their names in the same sentence. It must have been something bad because the look on Jae Min’s face didn’t seem too pleasant.

JM: what is going on? why do you have to marry her.

SJ: he’s been wanting me to marry her ever since he had asked her to come to our label.

JM: but why though? what happens if you don’t marry her?

SJ: then you won’t be able to make a comeback

JM: ARE YOU SERIOUS?! Dude, don’t make the decision because of me! What about Dee? we all know you guys belong together.

SJ: i know and i really want to be together. you’re doing so well I want you to go far.

JM: it doesn’t matter man. I care more about all of our friendship and love we all have for each other than making a comeback.

I over heard him saying marriage between him and Soo Yeon. I didn’t want to believe it. The next day we all decided to hang out again before Christine and Candice went on their business trip. We all met at a park where we all first met. we made so many memories there and nothing bad ever happens there. When we all got there Song Joo was already there.

Hyun Woo: oh hey man!

SJ: hey guys. i invited a guest is that ok.

Dee: yeah sure!

When Song Joo said that everyone became quiet like they know who was coming.

Dee: uh---is everyone ok?

Christine: ye-yeah we are. lets eat guys.

Candice: Hey Dee can I talk to you?

Dee: oh yeah sure.

Hyun Woo: let me go with you guys.

So the 3 of us went somewhere that no one could hear us talk. But it felt suspicious like they had something to warn me about.

Dee: you guys are scaring me. what’s going on?

HW: Dee....Song Joo is going to get married.

Dee: what? hahaha stop lying.

Candice: no Dee he isn’t lying. He’s engaged to Soo Yeon.

Dee: haha you guys are playing a joke on me haha it’s not cool. now come on lets go back.

So as we started to walk back I could see Soo Yeon sitting next to everyone.

SY: hello again.

Dee: oh--oh hello again....nice to see you again.

It got really quiet and no one was talking.

HY: why don’t we start eating.

we started to get some food and as Soo Yeon was reaching for a sandwich I caught a glimpse of her hand. She had a very nice shiny ring.

Dee: that’s a nice ring Soo Yeon.

SY: thank you Dee....Song Joo got it for me. isn’t that sweet?

Dee: oh--ye-yeah that is.

SY: he got it to match his.

As she said that he was already reaching for fruits and didn’t hear that me and Soo Yeon were talking. Then I saw his finger....he had the same exact ring as hers but a male version.

SY: Honey show Dee your matching ring.

SJ: oh...huh?

Dee: Honey?

SY: that’s my nickname for him since now we are engaged.

JM: LETS PLAY A GAME! who’s up for a game.

Dee: wait what you guys are engaged?

SY: yes since yesterday. isn’t that great?

Everyone could see I started to feel uncomfortable and wanted to leave. I was so shocked at the news but I really needed to get out of there.

Dee: oh---oh yeah that’s great. congratulations.

SY: thank you.

Dee: i’ll be back. I need to make a call to my office I forgot I needed to send something out today.

I got up so fast and left without realizing I forgot my phone. Jae Min chased after me and caught up. I was already crying at the time I took off.

JM: DEE WAIT UP!

Dee: I’m sorry I just needed to get out of there.

JM: I’m sorry Dee. I really am. We just found out yesterday too.

Dee: so Hyun Woo and Candice weren’t lying to me. He really is getting married....

JM: i’m really sorry Dee....I truly am. He’s doing this for all the wrong reasons too.

Dee: I really don’t care about what reason it’s for, I cared that he lied to me and never even said anything.

Before I could start to vent more, Song Joo came by us.

SJ: Jae Min can I talk to Dee alone please.

JM: yeah sure man.

SJ: Dee I’m sorry.

Dee: what are you doing here? shouldn’t you be with your wife?

SJ: I’m so sorry Dee....

Dee: why are you sorry? and for what? that you lied? and you hid stuff from me?

SJ: I wanted to tell you!

Dee: WHEN?! what you were going to tell me AFTER your wedding?!

SJ: I don’t know, I just couldn’t tell you.

Dee: I guess we are officially over then huh.

I couldn’t hold it in anymore and I began to cry.

SJ: I couldn’t do anything, you know how my dad is.

Dee: I don’t care....I care about us......I can’t live without you and you know that!

SJ: yes i know and I can’t live without you!

Dee: well as the looks of it, seems like you’re just fine without me.

I just couldn’t be near him anymore and couldn’t stop crying. i wanted to run away from him but my legs wouldn’t move. He tried to grab my arm but I was so mad I pulled away.

SJ: please Dee don’t leave me.

Dee: I’m going to have to because we can never have what we have ever again.

I started to have strength to run away. As I turned away he grabbed me again and we both began to cry.

SJ: i’m so sorry Dee. Please don’t leave me. I need you in my life....please.

I wanted to keep being held by him. But not like this because I knew we could never be together as long as he was with Soo Yeon. I had to get away from him.

Dee: I’m sorry....but I can’t be with you if you are with her I can’t share someone I’ve loved from the beginning there’s no point. i’ll just be hurt more if i stay.

More and more tears began to fall from the both of us.

SJ:....please

Dee: I’m sorry....

And just like that I ran away from him and all of the memories we had together is what I have left....

#fanfic #fanfics #fan fiction #fan fic #fan fics #uniq #songjoo #song joo

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wendimydarling · 5 years ago

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The Soldier’s Wife (Chapter Two)

Title: The Soldier’s Wife

Summary: Syverson and his wife navigate the ups and downs, the highs and lows, and the blessings and pitfalls of marriage.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC

Word Count: 1058

Warnings: I’d say PG-13, some suggestive material

Song Inspiration: “Firefly” - Ed Sheeran

A/N: Welcome to chapter two! Still short and sweet, a hint of sex. You know what that means, folks: I live for comments, don’t be shy! Thank you to the ever so lovely @littlefreya for beta’ing this for me!

Tag list is open, please let me know if you’re interested!

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Mabel couldn’t sleep. Her earlier conversation with Sy weighed heavily on her mind, and she tossed and turned. She kept picturing their life together, and her joy at the notion of marriage was overshadowed by the fear of unwillingly being left alone. It wasn’t until midnight that she was finally able to drift off.

The bed shifted and Mabel was startled awake, though she quickly realized who it was. Syverson climbed under the covers and nestled into her neck, wrapping his arms around her like a wonderfully snug cocoon.

“Ya okay?” Mabel asked him, rubbing his forearm gently. Syverson nodded.

“The nightmare’s back?”

Another nod.

“Yer lucky I still keep the window unlocked.”

Syverson burrowed closer, hugged her tighter. Mabel closed her eyes again, snuggling into his embrace. She thought back to all the times in their childhood when he had snuck into her room like this. Most often it was after a harrowing nightmare, so she knew if he was here, then tonight it must have been brutal. She couldn’t begin to imagine the things he’d seen.

Mabel felt Syverson’s lips on her skin, absorbing the softness of her shoulder with his mouth.

The arm wrapped around her loosened, and Syverson snuck his hand upward, resting it on Mabel’s breast.

“Sy…”

Syverson hastened his movements, escalating his intentions by sucking her neck and flicking her nipple over her shirt with a downward stroke of his thumb. Mabel gasped and squirmed in his arms, arching her back to the sensation.

“Syverson,” she said in a warning, grabbing his thumb as he did it again. He squeezed her breast with the rest of his hand, lips continuing to tease her neck.

“Hunter, no.”

Syverson stopped at Mabel’s use of his first name. She didn’t often call him that, no one did. He looked at her, and she was looking back, her face questioning.

“Did ya come here fer comfort, or fer a pity fuck?” Mabel asked him in a stern but non-judgmental tone. Syverson gave up, and tucked her back into the curve of his big spoon. His thoughts went back to the war.

“When the nightmares came, over there, I’d pull out yer picture and stare at it until I fell asleep again. You were the only thing that got me through, Bug.”

Mabel sighed. Syverson’s demons were many, and there was nothing she wouldn’t give to be able to take them away. They lay there quietly, lost in thought. Mabel could sense the demons taking over, could feel it when Syverson crushed her in his arms, pressing every part of his body he could against her in an attempt to block out the thoughts that sent him into the dark place.

“I miss him, Mabel.”

“Shhh,” Mabel crooned, turning to face him. She caressed Syverson’s face, running her hand over the cropped hair on his skull, willing him to see himself the way she saw him. He grabbed a hold of her hand and kissed it, eyes closed tightly as the dark place consumed him.

“I can’t forgive myself fer—“

“Stop it, Sy. I have.”

“Yeah but yer ma hasn’t.”

Mabel scoffed.

“Don’t you worry yer head about it; ya leave my Mama to me.”

Syverson nodded, holding her tightly. They sank further into the mattress, sleep closing in on them.

“Hey Sy?”

“Hmm.”

“Will ya take me line dancin’ tomorrow night?”

Sy groaned and buried his face in the pillow next to Mabel’s head.

“ I know ya hate it,” she said, laughing at him, “But everyone else is goin’ and I haven’t been in a really long time.”

Syverson sighed, knowing full well he’d do anything for the woman he currently held in his arms.

“Yeah, I’ll take ya. I ain’t dancin’ though.”

“The hell ya ain’t,” Mabel argued, poking Syverson in the ribs. He grunted and grabbed her hand.

“Don’t start somethin’ ya can’t finish,” he growled at her. Mabel grinned, conceding to his warning and rolling over to let sleep claim her.

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Syverson’s roar of pain burst into Mabel’s dream and she was out of bed in a flash, whirling around to see what had caused him to yell. Mabel’s mother, Claudine, had Syverson by the ear, and had apparently dragged him out of bed while he was asleep.

“Mama, no!” Mabel exclaimed, rushing around to yank the two of them apart. The moment he was free, Syverson stood to his full, towering height and walked toward Claudine, a menacing scowl on his face. Mabel stopped him, pulling on his head to get him to look at her instead of her mother.

“Sy, come back. Yer not there, yer here. I’m here. Come back to me, Hunter, come back.”

The use of his first name again broke Syverson out of his trance. He looked down at Mabel, conflicting desires etched on his face. He decided to kiss Mabel and latched onto her lips, perhaps a bit more than necessary as a show of possession in front of her mother.

“I’ll pick ya up tonight?” He said, grabbing his shoes. Mabel nodded. One more kiss to Mabel, a glare to Claudine, and Syverson was gone. Mabel turned on her mother, scolding her profusely.

“What the hell, Mama, are you out of yer goddamn mind? Ya can’t wake him like that, he could hurt you!”

“Don’t talk to yer mother like that, Mabel. That boy is not welcome in my house.”

Mabel rolled her eyes, setting about making the bed. This fight had been going on for two years.

“I’m gonna marry him, Mama,” she said softly, knowing the hurricane she was unleashing with her words. Sure enough, Claudine started spitting fire.

“Like hell you are. I forbid it, Mabel, ya hear me? I forbid it. Have you forgot what he did? He—“

“No, Mama,” Mabel said coldly, “I’ve not forgot. I’ll never forget. But I’ve chosen to forgive him, somethin’ you should learn to do. He’s gonna be yer son-in-law.”

“He’s not my son!” Claudine screamed. “I had a son! And Syverson killed him!”

Claudine spun on her heel and stomped out of the room. Mabel could hear her mother’s sobs as she hurried down the hall, and had to hold back tears of her own. “It was an accident, Mama,” she whispered, putting the final throw pillow in its place. “He didn’t mean to.”

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#the soldier's wife #captain syverson #captain syverson fic #henry cavill #henrycavill #henry cavill fic #slow burn #all the angst #seriously all of it

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thewhitepaper-media-blog · 8 years ago

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EDHI HOMES: Homes to Muffled Cries

Behind bars…shut out for life ever after!

“I can sing very well. Please help me escape from here.”

‘Apna Ghar’

Dar-ul-Aman –

Dar-ul-Aman or they are forced to land in any Edhi Home.

So what is really going on in most of the Dar-ul-Amaans?

This can’t be explained in limited time and space. But what has been happening in the Edhi homes established especially for females, is a mystery which deserves a careful study.

Bilquis Edhi at work

The wrong doings being committed by a renowned welfare organisation, as witnessed by this correspondent, are at best shocking. Here are a few examples of women I came across during my visit to Edhi Homes.

Mushtari Begum was confident enough to live on her own. She said she had some money in the bank, besides some precious jewellery, watches and silks. “I can hire a maid and live a comfortable life,” she said. At the rehabilitation centre, she complained of pathetic living conditions. “I used to take a bath twice a day. But here I am lying on the floor without even a fan and a bed. I am paralysed and unable to maintain cleanliness. I need a helper, but who will help me in such a pathetic place?” she questioned.However, when asked for his comments regarding the allegations and conditions prevailing at Edhi Homes, Edhi said: “These women have no sense as to what they are talking about. They are mentally disturbed.”But then there is

Amina, a slim Saraiki woman, accompanied by five other women, was preparing chapattis for all inside a big room. Upon spotting a journalist, she quickly moved towards me and started telling her story before we asked her anything. “I was living in Saudi Arabia, where I was earning my bread and butter by tailoring. My brother is still living in Saudi with his family. I came here to update my documents because the visa date had expired. The authorities did not allow me to go back and sent me to the Edhi Home instead,” she complained.

Helpless and Homeless: Waiting for Messiah

Another married old woman Ameer Jan claimed that about four months ago, she came to Karachi to shop for her son’s wedding. But some people from Edhi home carried her here.My discoveries about what really goes on inside the tightly guarded walls of Edhi Homes were reinforced by a joint research study conducted with Shabana Akhtar Siddiqui, a student at the University of Karachi. The study conducted a few months ago, looked at the “productive activities of women at Edhi Homes.” Starting disclosures were made as a result of the study which is probably the first of its kind.

About 50 women of different ages were selected at random from all the three Edhi Homes running in Karachi. A questionnaire covering age, education, number of skills, and further desire for working, was prepared. About 68 per cent women approached for the purpose, were between 14-25 years. Whereas 28 per cent were between 26-35 years and remaining was above 35 years. Fifty percent of them were illiterate. Only 26 percent had primary education. About 40 per cent had primary to middle schooling. Only 14 per cent were educated between middle to matriculation, while only four per cent fell in the range of matriculation and graduation level.

About 70 per cent women came from urban areas, 26 per cent from rural areas and only two per cent belong to townships, whereas two per cent had no knowledge about their native towns and cities because they have been living in Edhi Homes since their childhood.To begin with, the majority of the women in Edhi Homes are involved in unproductive activities.

They usually spend their time sleeping or sitting idle, playing games or chatting. Very few had a reading habit.

About 68 per cent knew stitching, 54 per cent knew embroidery including Kashmiri and Sindhi embroidery, Moti Tanka (bead-stitch) and Afghani Tanka (Afghani-Stitch) and mirror work. 32 per cent were trained in knitting and crochet. About 34 per cent knew skills like flower-making, baskets, caps and other household items made. Many had worked in offices and dispensaries. A few were diploma holders in different courses including typing, shorthand, midwifery, hand decoration (Henna painting), and beautician.All of them maintained that they had learnt these skills before getting into Edhi Homes. The majority of the women wanted to increase their qualification. They were keen to learn different skills like driving, nursing, stitching, office work, social welfare, teaching, religious education. These women had also requested the administration to provide them with opportunities for learning different crafts.The management promised to do so, but never put its words into action. Hence, only one of the women succeeded in getting admission in a training school but she could not attend classes because of other engagements at the centre. Another was refused permission by the management without any reason.When Bilquis Edhi was asked about the productive activities of the women living in Edhi centres, she replied: “these women are mentally disturbed and are unable to do anything or perform any duty.”When it was pointed out that the majority at the Clifton Centre and

Dar-ul-Baqa-e-Khawateen (Women welfare centre) appeared normal, she denied it and said:

“No they are also abnormal and you do not have enough knowledge about different types of mental disorders.”

“Nursing, midwifery, and laboratory work had been taught to those women who showed interest in these areas, so they could become independent,”

Bilquis Edhi claimed.

Talking about the issue of marriages of girls lodged in Edhi Homes, she said Edhi Foundation has arranged marriages of a large number of girls who had been divorced once or were widows. Only one marriage out of these ended in failure, she claimed.But most of Bilquis Edhi’s statements are questionable in the light of the allegations by the women at the centres.For example, it was observed during random visits at the centre there was nothing like proper education facility at any centre or none of the women interviewed mentioned it.

Edhi Homes- Where one feels insecure

She had been crying for the last two hours but nobody paid any heed to her cries and woes. She was old, begging for her son whom she had admitted, a few months ago, in Edhi Home’s ‘Apna Ghar’ (Ours Home) situated in Sohrab Goth, Karachi.“For God’s sake! Let me meet my son. He is the only one I can lean on in my old age.” She was crying outside the window of the office, as she pleaded with those inside ‘Apna Ghar’, Edhi Home office.No one tried to understand her pain. After a while one of them came toward and snapped at her, “jao mai, tumhara beta mur gaya hey, Humari Jan chhorro” (Go away old woman, your son has died, leave us alone.) Once again she dissolved into tears: “You are telling a lie. How could he die? He was young and healthy.” “He was not healthy, he was a drug addict, so he simply died while sleeping at night,” was the reply.

“Why did not you inform me?” she asked.This was met with silence.“Ok, if he is dead, then please hand his body over to me,” she requested.

“We have buried him.”

“Where have you buried him?”

“We don’t know. Hundreds of people die every day. How is it possible to remember where they are buried.

He is no more, forget him and don’t waste our time.” She was told.“You people are talking rubbish… you are lying, if not, then give me his body,” she shouted.

Meanwhile, one of the staff members came out and pushed the old lady away. According to an Edhi Homes staff member, the old woman had a son called

‘Haider’ who had fallen victim to the curse of heroin and was admitted in ‘Apna Ghar’ a year ago. He died a few months later as he failed to respond to the treatment. It was time to question the staffer;

The staffer could not answer properly and tried to gloss over the embarrassing situation. I turned to the old lady and questioned her about her position. “I am too poor to get my son admitted in a private or semi-private hospital. So I had no choice but to leave my beloved child here and regularly visited him. But these people were always reluctant to allow me to meet him. In the beginning, they simply refused because he was an addict.”After one month they informed her that Haider had been shifted to another Edhi Home. She asked for the address which they deliberately withheld. She did not surrender and kept demanding information.“One month passed and they did not have a proper reply. One day one of the office bearers informed me that my son had expired and since then I have been begging them for information about his grave.”This is not a rare case but a routine practice at Edhi Homes.It has been observed that those who cannot afford treatment of either physically or mentally ill relative drop them at Edhi Home. Usually, after a few months or a maximum of a year, they are informed that the person had died or lost somewhere while being shifted from one of the Edhi Homes to another.Parents are not allowed to meet their wards lodged at Edhi Centres.Defending the decision, Ismail, the in charge of ‘Apna Ghar’ at Sohrab Goth said: “If a parent or relative admits a child or a person at the Edhi Home, it means the person is unwanted.

Once they do not want a person they have no right to meet them because they lost their right when they threw the person out of their lives.

So we discourage them and are not allowed to meet them.”According to Ismail, illiterate people bring their abnormal children to Edhi Centres. They fail to read the admission form in which it is clearly said that the person who has filled the form has no relation with the child or person. He or she is alone in the world, and so, is being admitted to the Edhi Home.Some of the staff members and insiders, while requesting anonymity, said that a physically healthy but mentally retarded person living in the Edhi Homes dies within two to three years. Nobody knows the reasons behind these early deaths. When asked, the people sitting in Edhi Homes replied that they die because they develop severe mental disorders.Can a mental disturbance be the cause of an early death?

Written By: Azra Syed

Photography: Aijaz Hashmi & M Farooq Khan

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