#learner of islam

[learnerofislam]

Quran is literally YOUR LORD talking to you. Wallahi!! If this thought can't move you I don't know what will... May Allah guide us and never leave us alone ever! Aameen

[frommydiary]

Ibn al Jawzi رحمه الله:

"Oh seeker of knowledge, humble yourself while seeking knowledge. For verily when the sand humbly accepted the sole of the feet, it became pure for the face (in tayammum)."

[Kitab Al Lataif]

[amelianurhabibah]

Sering kali aku temui, seseorang yang biasa biasa aja. Sederhana, tapi kalau dipandang ia menenangkan, saat berbicara dengannya, yang keluar dari lisannya hanyalah perkataan yang baik, dan ketika bersamanya ia menyejukkan hati.

kucari tau sebabnya. Ternyata kuncinya adalah menghargai diri sendiri. Iya, tidak peduli dengan tanggapan orang lain atas dirinya. Yang dia perdulikan adalah, apakah Allah suka? Atau tidak?, Ia bersikap dan berperilaku apa adanya, jadi diri sendiri.

Ia bersyukur atas semua yang Allah beri untuknya, dan secara otomatis keluar lah positive vibes dari dalam dirinya.

Memang benar adanya, kecantikan wajah hanya akan membuat seseorang menatap. Namun kecantikan hati dan akhlak membuat seseorang menetap.

MasyaAllah Tabarakallah...

[sansaorgana]

— QUICK LEARNERS

PAIRING — Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x fem!Reader

SUMMARY — You're sent to Giedi Prime to marry your distant cousin and become the new Na-Baroness. However, your new husband seems to ignore you. You come up with an idea how to gain his attention and you ask one of the Generals from your homeworld to teach you how to wield a blade.

REQUEST — (1)

AUTHOR’S NOTE — While writing my fanfic "Forbidden Fruit" I was inspired by the mediterranean and islamic cultures creating the Reader's homeworld. This time I was inspired by my own Slavic culture but as usual – the physical appearance of the Reader is not described. 💘 I really like coming up with all these new planets! Also, I decided it makes sense for the world inspired by the Slavic culture to be related to The Harkonnens, therefore Feyd and Reader are cousins but they're distantly related (as most noble people are, I guess).

WARNINGS — arranged marriage, blood – the Reader is injured, slight incest (distant cousins), SMUT, oral, hints of breeding kink, Feyd is a bit ooc in my opinion but... so what? he's cute 🤪

WORD COUNT — 7,840

🔞 THIS FIC IS 18+ 🔞

ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.

QUICK LEARNERS

Your father, The Tsar, worked very hard to make this union happen. Baron Harkonnen had wanted his heir and nephew to marry one of The Emperor’s daughters but your father’s relentless visits, letters and arguments finally worked.

Your family was cousins with The Harkonnen bloodline. You were more used to their culture and you shared similar values. Of course your house was not as important as The Harkonnens. In fact, your planet was under The Harkonnen rule and your father only governed it in their name although his family had been allowed to keep their titles.

Giedi Prime was an industrial planet without any nature which was the opposite of your homeworld. Morana was mostly dark green – a never ending forest full of valuable resources. Sadly, most of them were being transported to Giedi Prime for nearly nothing in return. Your father was determined for The Baron to make it up to your people for all the centuries of colonisation and turn their Grand Duchess into The Harkonnen Baroness.

Your home world was supplying Giedi Prime with important raw materials and fearsome warriors that were known all over the galaxy as ruthless beasts in combat. Growing up in such an environment, you would easily adapt to Giedi Prime even though it lacked the greenery completely. You would make a much better Baroness than any spoiled daughter of The Emperor. Those were your father’s arguments at least.

So, you were sent to Giedi Prime with dozens of heavy wooden chests filled with your most precious belongings. Everything you loved, everything that was defining you – it had to fit in these boxes. You couldn’t take the forests with you nor the rivers, the songs of your people, the smile of your mother, the warmth of the fireplace. All you could take were the dresses and jewels, a few books. And a burden of the realisation how big responsibility had been placed upon your shoulders. To make your parents proud and to become a good na-baroness… and then Baroness. To give heirs.

You knew Feyd-Rautha from all the official ceremonies. You had never talked to him before, he would only greet you with a head nod and a word cousin in his low, raspy voice that was sending shivers of discomfort down your spine. A few times before you had watched him fight in the arena. He was an incredible warrior but his combats were for show which was disappointing for a woman from Morana – a planet known for its art of warfare.

You weren’t scared of him and you weren’t taken aback by his Harkonnen nature nor looks. You were used to The Harkonnens visiting your planet or you visiting theirs with your parents for official events and celebrations. However, you were not pleased with this union either. He didn’t seem to be a pleasant man and you didn’t like the responsibility that came with this marriage.

Your wedding was grand. Every governor and leader of the planet under The Harkonnen rule was invited. Your dress was white, decorated with traditional red embroidery of your people. On your head there was a flower crown made out of flowers that grew on Morana. But seeing all the people around you, you quickly realised it probably was the last time you’d wear something white. No one around was wearing any colour except for black. The only white clothes you could see were the ones of the servants.

The wedding party was a display of power and violence but it wouldn’t make a girl from your planet flinch. You focused on the cake and tried to remember all the advice your mother had given to you regarding your upcoming wedding night.

She had been straightforward with you. A strong Tsarina like her would never hesitate or shy away. She had told you it would be best if you took your husband from behind so you wouldn’t have to look into his face. And she had made it clear that the marriage should be consummated. No matter how much it would hurt.

You observed your new husband with the corner of your eye but he looked the same as his wedding kiss had felt – bored and unimpressed. Cold.

Around midnight he stood up to leave the table without making any announcements. Panicked, you glanced at your new servant girls and they nodded at you. So, you stood up as well and gathered the fabric of your dress to lift it gently and follow him down the corridor.

He walked fast, you could barely catch up. His silence was heavy between you two. After all, you were his wife now – you were supposed to share a life together – but he chose to treat you like air instead.

When the doors leading to his chambers opened, you entered them right after your new husband. That was when he turned around as if he was surprised. He looked you up and down with contempt and you realised that he had not been pleased with this union.

Perhaps because you were not The Emperor’s daughter. Perhaps he wasn’t finding you attractive enough.

“Cousin,” he drawled as usual.

“Can you not call me that anymore?” You sighed.

“Wife,” you swore there was a shadow of a smirk on his face. But he didn’t say anything else and you felt helpless. You didn’t know how to talk to him.

You tried to remember your mother’s words. You weren’t there to have conversations with him.

“Husband,” you nodded your head at him and he watched with tilted head as you approached his huge black bed and bent over.

“What are you doing?” He snorted at you.

You couldn’t understand. You furrowed your brows and turned your head around. His sneering facial expression embarrassed you but you stayed in your position.

“Would you rather take me the other way around? I didn’t expect you to be a romantic,” you commented.

“I do not intend to take you at all,” Feyd shook his head. “I’m going to sleep. You do whatever,” he shrugged his arms and began to undress.

Clumsily, you straightened yourself and smoothed out the wrinkles of your dress. Once he was in his underwear, without a word he got under the cover and ignored you completely.

You watched in shock as he began to drift off to the land of dreams. You had no idea what to do. Not only you had humiliated yourself but also you had failed to consummate the marriage.

You crouched down and picked up all the pieces of clothing he had scattered all over the floor. Like a dutiful wife already, you folded them neatly and put them away on the chair by his desk. Then you removed the flower crown and your dress, thanking all the gods above that it was not a complicated piece because you had no idea how you’d manage to do that without your servants’ help. You tried to be as quiet as possible while doing that, not wanting to wake Feyd up and cause his anger.

Once you were in your linen underdress, you decided to just join him in the huge bed and go to sleep as well. You were laying as far away from him as possible as you didn’t want to bother him. It was no easy task because he decided to sleep right in the middle of it like he had forgotten already that he was married now and had to share.

You didn’t understand the situation you had found yourself in. When the small orb of light by your bedside turned off, you stared at the pitch black room as all your limbs tensed. You could hear Feyd’s soft snores and the distant sounds of your wedding party, the firework splashes of white ink in the night sky. Yet, you – the bride and the new na-baroness – just laid on the edge of the bed, feeling lonely and humiliated.

The weeks passed and you remained Feyd’s wife by name only. You shared your chambers with him but he was always awake before you and in the evening you were often asleep by the time he would join you in bed. There were days when you weren’t seeing each other at all. He was busy with training for his fights but also with fucking his concubines. You had found out about all of them from your servant girls.

The most important ones were three scary cannibalistic harpies. The servants were terrified of them because they could end up as their meal any time. There were also other women in your husband’s life but they were regular pleasure slaves and they did not matter as much. With his harpies he seemed to share some sort of bond.

Of course. Now it made sense. How could you even compare to such creatures? However, you did not even want to. You just hoped Feyd would finally be reminded – by his uncle or the medic – that he had to fulfil his duties and produce an heir.

You felt lonely and rejected. Your duties were not many and you quickly realised that most of them were nothing but a show off – just like your husband’s fights in the arena. It was probably because you were a woman and a new addition to the family. The Baron would never actually put you in charge of anything important.

Your only companions were your servant girls. You grew attached to them but they were no friends. Not because you thought of them as less but because of their timid personality. They were terrified of The Harkonnens and they were often trembling whenever they spotted your annoyance. Such a dynamic could not be a base of any real valuable friendship although your heart was breaking for them.

They had told you that the people of Giedi Prime liked you. You were not like your husband nor his family and you looked different because of the pigment of your skin and your hair. Sometimes, to your new black Harkonnen attire you would add a jewellery or a flower crown from your homeworld. The citizens of Giedi Prime adored the additional splash of colour. You expected Feyd-Rautha to scold you for that but he did not. He seemed not to care at all about you and what you were doing.

You had tried everything to get his attention and to seduce him. You had started to wear more revealing nightgowns to bed but he would ignore you. You had walked in on him taking a bath on purpose – pretending it was an accident. He hadn’t even flinched.

You had been asking him things about Giedi Prime and The Harkonnen history – making a fool of yourself by asking him things you had known already. He would always answer dryly and coldly; often without even sparing you a glance. Then he would go on ignoring you.

You had tried to move closer to him in bed at night. Pretending to be asleep, you had adjusted your body slowly until your arms touched. He had woken up abruptly and moved aside, stealing the blanket.

You nearly gave up but there was one more idea you were thinking of. You wanted to share a hobby with your husband. It could not be sex because he refused to touch you, which made you feel so unattractive that you didn’t even think of flirting with other men to cause his jealousy. His coldness made you feel ugly.

No, his other hobby was the blade. And you sometimes observed his training and they always made you miss your home. On Morana the warriors would train day and night just like him. You had often observed them with your father as he was telling you grand stories. And perhaps you were a lady, but you were your people’s Grand Duchess and you could handle the blade. Or so you had thought.

You found one of the generals of The Harkonnen army who was from your homeworld. He looked different than the rest of them because of his longer, braided hair and tattoos on his face that were your people’s spiritual symbols. However, like most of the important military men from your homeworld, he had been sent to Giedi Prime as a young boy to be trained under The Harkonnens. Such boys were some sort of a tribute in the same way your natural resources were. All those years spent under the black sun had made his natural skin colour a few tones paler. But amongst The Harkonnens he still looked the healthiest.

“General Bohumil,” you approached him one day after watching him train with other soldiers. He was putting his blades away as he raised an eyebrow at you, surprised to see you wandering around this part of the fortress.

“Slava, Grand Duchess (Y/L/N), My Lady Na-Baroness Harkonnen,” he bowed down. You smiled at the way he addressed you as it brought back memories of your homeworld where you were addressed as The Grand Duchess and with the word slava meaning glory as a sign of respect. “What brings you here, My Lady?” He asked.

“I was wondering if you’d find some time for me,” you began, a little nervously as he furrowed his brows. “To train me.”

“Train you, na-baroness?” General Bohumil hesitated. He was looking for the right words not to insult you in any way. “What does your husband think of such an idea, my Lady?”

“I don’t think he cares about what I do at all,” you admitted honestly with a shrug of your arms.

He would never say that but you could see the look in his eyes. You were a spoiled and bored noble lady in his eyes and he’d only waste his precious time on you. However, he was too scared to say no. Your question was not a proposition, it was an order. That was the way of The Harkonnens and that was the way your father ruled on Morana, too.

“Alright, my Lady. I can show you the basics,” he nodded. “We can start tomorrow. But I warn you, you can bruise or hurt yourself,” he added.

“I am aware. Those are natural consequences of a combat, General,” you smiled at him. “I will find you tomorrow,” you nodded and went back to your quarters, very pleased with yourself.

The first week of your trainings – and you had insisted on them to take place every day – General Bohumil was only making you stretch and prepare your muscles for the future extortion. No whining about it could cause him to change his mind. But after the first week you were finally given a blade to hold. It was quite short and light but very swift to move. The handle was wooden with your people’s spiritual symbols engraved on it. It was a traditional blade of the warriors from Morana and it made you feel so proud to be your father’s daughter to wield it. It made you feel as if you were home again.

You were also given a shield-like device that would protect you from hurting yourself or from the General hurting you in an accident. You noticed that he wore one, too, probably expecting you to clumsily wave the blade around and possibly cause some harm with it.

“Repeat the sentences after me, my Lady,” General Bohumil began to show you the most basic moves. You nearly rolled your eyes at how easy they seemed to be but you wanted to be an obedient student and to prove to him that you were not just a bored noble lady. You really wanted to learn.

He corrected your posture and the position of your feet as he lifted your elbow and then he began to show you the same sequence again.

You had many traits that were considered to be positive – it could be seen now, in the way you obediently performed your duties, how you desperately tried to make your marriage work and keep both of the families proud. You cared about your family’s honour, you were aware of the responsibility placed upon you. You would never sabotage your union; you were loyal and proud.

But you also possessed some traits that were considered to be negative – impatience was one of them. You didn’t want to keep repeating the same basic sequence a million times all over again, feeling like a child with a toy sword. You wanted to feel the adrenaline already like your husband when you watched him in combat or the warriors on your planet. Not listening to General Bohumil’s warnings, you started to spice up the sequence with the moves you had only seen in the gladiator arena before.

“My Lady, please, that is too advanced. We will get to it in the right time,” he sighed, trying his best to contain his anger. As a military man he was all about discipline and if you were a common soldier, he would lash out at you, you were sure of that. But you were his Grand Duchess and his Na-Baroness and he couldn’t even scold you. He could only calmly try to explain.

But you wouldn’t impress Feyd with the basic combat moves. You were sure that if he caught you now, he would laugh with contempt. No, you had to be better than that. And you hated to wait.

“This stupid shield,” you turned the device off as General’s eyes widened, “it’s distorting my view,” you whined.

“My Lady, please, turn it back on,” he pleaded. “Your eyes will get used to it after a few weeks of training, I can assure you of that.”

“A few weeks?!” You sneered. “When you talk to me using such long amounts of time, I get discouraged already. You think I’m not good enough to master this art faster than that?”

“It’s not about your personal skills, na-baroness, I assure you. Every man needs time to get better,” he swallowed thickly as he watched you play with the knife in your hand. “Please, turn the shield back on.”

Like a spoiled child, encouraged by the fact that your little hand tricks with the knife came easy to you, you took a step ahead and attacked him. In one swift movement he defended himself as he crossed his knife with yours but you could feel he was not using his full force.

You tried one of the tricks you had seen while observing the fights and you tried to quickly take a step back and attack him once again but straight into his ribcage this time. However, you were not experienced enough to try such a move and the knife clumsily slid through your hand. You hissed out of pain as it sliced through the leather fabric of your pants and through the tender flesh of your thigh.

The General’s eyes widened as he turned his shield device off and approached you quickly. You were in so much pain, you were gritting your teeth but you refused to let out a scream or to sit down. You didn’t want him to see you like this although the tears were already pricking your eyes and you could feel the warm liquid dripping down your leg.

“Na-Baroness!” There was a worry in his voice but he used a scolding tone, not being able to hold himself back anymore.

“Don’t even mention it. I know,” you drawled through gritted teeth. “It’s my fault, I know.”

He nodded his head, relieved that you were not blaming your injury on him.

“You’re hurt, my Lady. Let me escort you to the medical wing,” he insisted.

“No, thank you. I will go there myself,” you told him. “I will be back when it’s healed,” you added and limped out of the door as quickly as your pain allowed you, too.

You wanted to be alone so you could finally start crying out of pain, although you made sure to do it quietly. You were thankful that the medical wing was close to the training section of the fortress for strategic reasons.

Your servant girls had picked you up from the medical wing. They had been looking at you as if you were crazy but they hadn’t dared to say a word. Your thigh was now disinfected and bandaged and your servants helped you to change into a nightgown as they recommended you to go to bed earlier than usual and get rest. They left you alone in your chamber and assured that they would be nearby if you needed them.

But you weren’t sleepy. You felt ashamed and humiliated as you kept overthinking your stupid behaviour. You knew one thing only – you didn’t want Feyd-Rautha to find out about this accident. He would think of you as weak and foolish… and he wouldn’t be wrong.

You were laying on the bed and reading a book, making sure that your leg was covered by both your nightgown and the duvet. When Feyd entered the bedroom – earlier than usual – you started to suspect he had found out about your accident and wanted to see with his own eyes. You pretended not to pay any attention to him but you watched him from the corner of your eye as you struggled to focus on the book. He sat by his desk and sighed while reading some letters that had been placed there in the morning and you realised it was his time to perform his na-baron duties as he was supposed to deal with the paperwork. He hated this.

Knowing that he was already angry at the fact that he had to answer the letters, you were trying not to bother him at all and you controlled your own breath so it wouldn’t be too loud. On the other hand, you had to admit that Feyd-Rautha had never aimed his anger at you… so far. You had known about his nature before and although you were not scared of him, you had expected him to get violent at times. That had never happened, though. 

Sometimes you wished it had. Because at least he’d react anyway to your presence instead of treating you like air.

Deep in your thoughts, you lost your focus and dropped your book with a loud thump sound on the floor. You froze and glanced at your husband’s shoulders. He stiffened and you quickly leaned in to grab the book, forgetting completely about your new injury as the duvet and your nightgown pulled up and revealed your bandage.

Once you straightened your back with the book in your hand, you noticed the exposed thigh and quickly covered it, hoping that Feyd had not seen it. You looked up and your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him staring at you intensely.

“What is it?” He asked with squinted eyes.

He talked to you so rarely that you nearly startled at the harsh and unpleasant sound of his raspy voice. You wondered if you’d ever get used to it.

“This? A book, dear husband. Something about the politics,” you chuckled nervously as you waved your hand, playing a fool.

Feyd stood up and approached the bed as you watched with terror in your eyes. He aggressively tossed the duvet aside and your skin got covered with goosebumps. He lifted up the hem of your nightgown and you hated to admit how electrifying his fingertips felt on your thigh. He had never touched you like that before.

“Who hurt you?” He asked after seeing the bandage again. His cold eyes stared into yours with a burning gaze.

“What do you care?” You asked and shrugged your arms. “It’s nothing,” you assured. “An accident.”

“I care,” he assured you but without any delicacy. “As your husband I am responsible for taking care of you and your honour,” he pointed out. “And as my wife you are my property. Whoever raises their hand on you, raises their hand on me and the Baronship,” he added.

“I did it to myself,” you bit on your lower lip and he tilted his head, visibly in disbelief. “If you paid more attention to me, you’d find out more things about me and you’d know by now that I tend to be clumsy sometimes,” you hissed at him and tried to cover your thigh again but he kept his hand there.

“I do pay attention to you,” he stated. “I observe you. I know when you’re lying,” he clenched his jaw. “Why are you defending the person who hurt you?”

“I’m not lying,” you protested.

“But you’re hiding something from me,” Feyd was relentless.

“Then we are only fair,” you put the book down as you looked at him angrily. “Your whole life is a secret kept away from me. Can’t I have mine?”

“Women on Giedi Prime do not have the same freedom as women on your planet do,” your husband reminded you. “A wife belongs to her husband in a way he will never belong to her.”

“What a relief then that I am not your wife,” you raised an eyebrow and he pursed his lips as he gave you a questioning look. “Because you have not consummated the union and refused so far to perform your duty and secure our bloodline.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Feyd snorted and looked away. “Stupid woman.”

“I do realise I am a disappointment to you. I am not one of the Imperial Princesses and I am not as interesting as your concubines. Not important enough, not attractive enough,” you decided to finally take your chance and tell him everything you had been feeling lately since it was the first opportunity to have some sort of conversation with your husband. He still refused to lay his eyes on you again. “I feel lonely, abandoned and rejected. Homesick. I want to be a good wife. I want to be a good na-baroness. But you’re not even giving me a chance. Out of boredom, I asked one of the generals to teach me how to fight and I hurt myself during training. Yes, it was pathetic of me. Go on, laugh. Make fun of me,” you encouraged him ironically. “At least it will be the very first reaction from you given to me in a long time.”

“Stop it! Stop,” Feyd-Rautha barked at you as he stood up and turned his back on you. He clutched his hands on the chair by his desk.

“Does the sound of my voice repulse you, too?” You asked, angrily. Now, when you finally let all these things out, you didn’t want to stop.

“You don’t understand!” He exclaimed and turned around to look at you with so much intensity that you curled up on the bed, feeling small and vulnerable. After all, he was a strong warrior and you were only a wounded prey. Like one of the rabbits in the forests on Morana, hunted by the hound dogs.

“Then explain it to me,” you whispered. “You owe me that at least.”

“I hurt everything I touch,” Feyd’s confession was sudden and it shocked you both. After a long while of silence between you two, he continued. “Just like him. It’s what this whole family is like.”

“I thought you liked to hurt,” you pointed out.

“Not you,” he answered nearly inaudibly. It was difficult for him to confess those things. You blinked a few times in disbelief.

“Why not me?” You asked, carefully.

“You’re supposed to be my wife. But I… I don’t know how to be a husband,” he looked at you again. You could swear that his sickly pale cheeks flushed slightly. “I was never… taught,” he explained.

“I didn’t expect you to be,” you admitted. “I knew life with you would be difficult. I knew you enough to know that. But nothing could prepare me for being… ignored. Completely,” you made your own confession as your heart pounded in your chest. You moved closer to him and reached your hands out, taking his gently and he didn’t even flinch. He just allowed it to happen, so you squeezed his cold fingers. “I am sorry I am not the wife you wanted.”

“It is not about that,” Feyd looked into your eyes. “And I do not ignore you. I let you be here. Sleep in my bed.”

“Oh, I didn’t know that was already a sign of affection,” you rolled your eyes.

“Protection,” he fixed you. “I don’t trust anyone here. They all work for my uncle,” he lowered his voice. “And as my wife, you are under my protection. If you want to learn how to fight,” he sighed and let go of your hands to sit on the edge of the bed again and reveal your bandaged thigh, “although I do not approve of that, from now on, it will be me training you. Do you understand? I don’t want any other man to teach you. I would never let this happen,” his fingertips brushed on your bandage and you felt a shiver go down your spine.

“I understand,” you nodded, trying not to smile too widely. Not exactly how you had imagined it but your plan to get your husband’s attention seemed to be working.

Feyd looked at your face again as his hand caressed your hair and cheek. You got startled at that at first but then you relaxed under his touch.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you. I don’t know how to act around… a wife,” he admitted. “All I know is that she should not be treated like a common concubine.”

“So that is why you prefer to be around them. Because at least you know what to do,” you pointed out and he nodded. “You could have told me that.”

He laughed at your words, grinning with that black smile of his. It made you chuckle, too, as you realised how stupid your words were.

“That’s right. The Harkonnens don’t talk about their feelings,” you guessed.

“Our what?” Feyd squinted his eyes at you as his face became serious again. “I don’t know anything about the arrangement between your father and my uncle. But the way you acted on our first night together, it made me realise you are not here by your own will. It brings me pleasure when my concubines fear me but I do not wish for my wife to be scared.”

“I’m not scared of you, Feyd-Rautha,” you assured him. “I have never been.”

He looked a little surprised by your confession.

“You admired me then,” he seemed to be proud of himself.

“I wouldn’t put it that way,” you cooled down his enthusiasm. “You annoyed me,” you explained and he gave you a scolding look. However, he was more disappointed than angry. “You’re a spoiled Harkonnen brat.”

“Look who’s talking. Like you’re not a spoiled little noble lady who decided she wants to learn how to wield a knife out of boredom,” he pointed out.

“I know, I do not deny. Perhaps we are not a bad match at all,” you giggled and his eyes sparkled again. “I’m not used to warriors cheating in the arena, you know.”

“He says it is not the time yet to show my real abilities,” Feyd explained himself quickly, a little embarrassed that you pointed out his cheating. Honour was important to him and it was his weak spot.

“In the bedroom as well?” You raised an eyebrow, surprising your own self with your boldness. “Perhaps you have not been taught about being a husband but you surely know what your main duty is.”

“You’re eager,” he smirked.

“I am not a concubine but I am a woman like they are. I have my own needs and desires. You do not make it easy, ignoring me after coming to bed late at night, smelling like fresh sweat, blood and leather,” you pointed out.

“I fuck like I fight,” he warned you as his pupils darkened. His face was now so close to yours that you felt his hot breath on your mouth and his eyelashes tickled your cheeks.

“Is that a promise?” You whispered.

“You have no idea what you’re asking for,” he snorted at you and you felt your cheeks heating up.

“You’re right. You have to show me,” you teased.

“No,” he moved back suddenly and you felt a sharp pain in your heart. He was so close… you nearly had him. “I don’t trust myself around you,” he admitted. “You will show me,” he told you as you raised your eyebrow.

“Me?” You swallowed thickly as his words.

“I’m yours,” he said. “Do whatever you wish with me. If a child is what you so badly want, to make your parents happy, to make my uncle happy,” he explained with a hint of sarcasm in his voice, “then go on, explore, have fun. At your own pace.”

Your heart skipped a beat in your chest as you realised that he was inviting you to initiate an intimacy between you two. You panicked as you had never expected that he’d want you to take a lead in the bedroom.

“I do not want to have a child to make anyone happy,” you fixed him. “Anyone but me. I want to secure our position on Giedi Prime,” you explained.

“So dutiful,” Feyd smirked.

“We share some values, dear husband,” you nodded and moved closer to him with a soft hiss as your injury reminded you of its presence.

“Easy, wife,” he watched you and you smirked as you put your arms around his neck.

“Are you sure you’re not doing it because you’re avoiding the paperwork?” You asked and pointed at the desk with your chin. Feyd sighed and you giggled. “I knew it,” you bit on your lower lip and sat astride him.

The first thing you did was to take off his shirt. You had observed his body many times before and the sight of his hard muscles had been the most delightful one. You tossed the shirt aside and gasped softly at your husband’s smooth pale skin. You allowed your fingertips to explore every crease, every bump, every vein and every tendon. Carefully, you leaned in and breathed in his scent as your lips softly brushed his shoulder.

His body was a work of art. Daily workouts and trainings were working miracles. He was strong and flexible. The sight alone was enough to make you feel hot. You began to feel the wetness between your legs as you allowed your fingertips to explore the upper part of his body. You tangled your legs behind his waist and moved your hands to his back, feeling the bumpy skin full of thin scars scattered all over. You had noticed them before but only now you gained the courage to ask him about them.

“Was it him?” You asked and Feyd nodded, carefully watching your reaction. But you didn’t flinch or make a disgusted face. You were sad about it. The scars were old. He had to be a young and scared boy once, tortured by his uncle to turn him into the ruthless killing machine he was now.

You leaned in to place a soft kiss upon his cheek.

“Turn around,” you asked and he looked unsure. “You said I could explore and play. I want you to turn around,” you repeated and he nodded, hesitantly, before moving away softly, making sure he wouldn’t hurt your injured thigh. Then he turned his back on you and looked behind his shoulder to see what you were about to do.

You put your hands around his waist and moved closer, still caressing the hard muscles of his abdomen, you leaned in and left a trail of soft kisses up and down his scarred back. From the short conversation you managed to have with your husband you quickly realised that what Feyd-Rautha had never known in his life was tenderness. You wanted to be the first and only person to give it to him. You were his wife and that was your job.

He flinched at the feeling of your soft lips upon his scars but then he relaxed. You lowered the hands resting on his muscular chest and put them on his hips as you shyly hesitated for a while before finally placing one of your palms on his crotch. Innocently peppering his back with delicate kisses, your hand started to massage his bulge through the fabric of his pants. He groaned softly and you froze.

“Don’t stop,” he scolded you.

“Don’t talk to me like that,” you took the hand away and moved back. “You told me I could do it at my own pace. I am not a concubine to order me around,” you reminded him and he turned around to face you again, surprised by your tone. “I am not a shy mouse, Feyd-Rautha. You seem to be aware that women on Morana have more rights. I was raised by a strong Tsarina.”

“Forgive me, I am still learning,” he answered with an amount of sincerity that left you speechless for a moment. As if he really tried to be a good husband.

“It’s quite alright,” you caressed his shoulder. “Lay down for me?” You encouraged and he nodded, quietly.

Feyd moved up on the bed to rest his head on the pillow and you crouched down, waiting for him to be on display for your needy hands. The fact that this terrifying warrior that nearly everyone feared seemed to be so obedient for you just because you were his wife was making you even more and more aroused.

“You’re beautiful,” you murmured as you caressed his chest again. “I mean it.”

“So are you,” he confessed as he looked up at you and you shyly lowered your gaze. “I mean it,” he repeated your words.

“I haven’t felt very beautiful lately,” you admitted.

“I didn’t know,” he confessed.

You didn’t want to talk about it now. You lowered yourself to his neck and sucked on the soft skin only to soothe it with a kiss right after. You went down with your kisses, making sure to leave it upon every inch of his torso before you finally found yourself facing his crotch. His pants looked very tight at the moment. Too tight.

Shyly but curiously, you unbuttoned them and pulled them down with his underwear, watching his hard cock twitching at the feeling of your hot breath. His size impressed you but also made you anxious. You helped Feyd to get rid of his clothes completely and tossed them on the floor before leaning in again.

You grabbed his length carefully as he hissed out of pleasure, trying not to think of all the concubines he had before you – concubines who knew how to please him way better than you did. You hesitated before placing a delicate kiss on the tip.

“Be patient with me, I am only learning,” you looked up, giving him puppy eyes. He was looking down at you with darkened pupils and haze in his gaze.

“Have fun down there,” he growled and threw his head back. You giggled and went back to the soft kisses and kitten licks as your hand pumped his length.

“I’m glad you didn’t take me on our wedding night,” you admitted. “This is so much more fun,” you squeezed his tip and he bucked his hip with a grunt as you watched the black precum leaking out.

You had been educated enough by your mother, servants, medics and all the explicit books you could find in the library. You smirked and licked him clean before lowering your head and taking him as far down your throat as you were able to. You kept yourself steady by holding his muscular thighs but when you felt his cock twitching a little, you let go quickly; your drool mixed with his thick black precum leaked down your chin. Feyd looked up with an annoyed expression on his face but he didn’t say anything this time.

“We can have more fun once I’m expecting. Now we can’t waste any of that, can we?” You tilted your head and pulled your nightgown up to your hips before moving up and lining his cock with your glistening pussy. You swallowed thickly at the sight of how hard and big he was.

“Take your time,” Feyd put his hands on your hips. “It’s a lot to take,” he bragged.

“Oh, so you think I can’t handle it?” You raised an eyebrow.

Just like when it came to wielding a blade, you didn’t like being told that you couldn’t handle something. You were an impatient lady.

“I am your wife,” you reminded him as you slowly lowered yourself. The feeling of his swollen tip brushing your clit made you shiver but you bravely kept a poker face on. “I was made to take your cock and carry your children,” you added. “No matter how big it is, I’m going to take it.”

Feyd winked at you and your heart skipped a beat at that. He could be adorable at times, you had to admit. It made you happy that you could finally experience this side of him. It was worth all the pain your injury had been causing you.

You lowered yourself some more, digging your fingers into his shoulders as he tightened the squeeze on your hips, surely bruising them, too. You hissed and shut your eyes as you threw your head back.

The pain mixed with pleasure, the overwhelming fulfilment with an endless desire to feel him even deeper, to fill you even further, to make you swell and heavy with his children. When you finally sat fully on his cock, you let out a moan of his name as your walls twitched and squeezed him.

“Easy, wife, take your time,” he reminded you. His hands were keeping you down, not letting you move for a while. He was giving you time to adjust to his size and you opened your eyes to look at him below you. You gasped at the admiration on his face. All those weeks of feeling unattractive suddenly vanished from your memory.

You were a daughter of your planet. Morana was known for its fertile soil like you would be known for bearing his heirs. You were his goddess at that moment but you didn’t feel the need to be cruel towards your subject.

“I want you closer,” you breathed out and he nodded, sitting up very carefully, making sure not to hurt you. Once his back rested on the pillow behind him, you clinged to his chest and joined your lips with his in a kiss as your hips began to move slowly.

Feyd’s hands moved your hips and helped you to find the right pace and rhythm. Soon enough you were bouncing on that big cock with ease that came with desire. Feeling that you didn’t require so much of his help anymore, one of your husband’s hands moved down and rested on your bandage. His touch was unusually gentle and you moaned into his mouth, not breaking the hungry kiss even for a second.

After all those weeks of being left abandoned and touch starved, you just wanted to devour him. Nothing mattered; certainly not your wound, not the sweat, not the exhaustion. Your only goal was to chase the high that was coming.

Feeling that your movements became chaotic, Feyd cupped your face and groaned into your mouth as his own hips picked up the pace, taking control over you. You trembled and let out muffled cries of pleasure as he rutted roughly inside of you through your orgasm. Not long after you felt his thick black cum spilling deep inside of you as both of your bodies relaxed.

You broke the kiss and tried to catch your breath. Your husband wiped all the tears off of your cheeks and laid your head on his shoulder gently. You hugged his chest and cuddled him like that in silence.

“Do you remember what you promised?” He asked and you furrowed your brows. “That next time you want to train, you’re coming to me.”

“Yes,” you smiled to yourself. “But I am only learning,” you added, shyly. “I don’t want you to laugh at me.”

“If you’re a quick learner with the blade like you are in the bedroom, then you will soon laugh at me,” he assured you and caressed your back as you giggled into the crook of his neck.

“You’re a quick learner, too, Feyd-Rautha,” you looked up as he looked down, confused. “How to be a husband, I mean,” you explained.

You watched the servant girls painting your husband’s beautiful body with the black war paint as you caressed your swollen bump through the fabric of your dress. They finished their job and took a few steps back with their heads kept low. One of them handed you the bowl of the black liquid and you approached him as he smiled.

You dipped your finger in the paint and drew one of the symbols of your people on his chest. He looked down, questioningly.

“And what does this one mean?” He asked.

“It ensures good favours of the gods and victory in battle,” you explained softly.

“You know that he hates it when you do that,” Feyd reminded you. Baron Harkonnen would prefer you to become a Harkonnen and give up your old ways completely instead of teaching Feyd more about your culture.

“I know,” you looked up. “That’s why I do that.”

In the beginning you had been indifferent to his uncle but the more you found out about him and the damage he had done to your husband, the more you hated him.

Feyd nodded at you and leaned in to place a kiss upon your forehead.

“Na-Baron, five minutes,” one of the servants reminded him of the time left.

“I will bring you the hearts of my enemies,” he cupped your face as he looked deep into your eyes while making a promise.

“I have only one enemy,” you reminded him, “and he is not in the arena today.”

Feyd nodded quietly. He put his hand on your swollen belly and caressed it.

“Take care of your mother for me for a while,” he said and you chuckled with an eye-roll.

You watched him put the last pieces of clothes and take his blades. You couldn’t wait for the day when he’d become The Baron and he wouldn’t have to do it anymore. Even though the fights were fixed, you still feared for his life. And to think you had used to find this practice unhonourable. Now you were glad that his combats were cheated.

“Slava, Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen,” you blessed him.

He turned his head around for the last time to wink at you playfully and give you his black grin.

“I’ll be right back.”

MASTERLIST

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Learn Quran Online

Quran Guides Academy is an online Department/madrassah dedicated to enhancing Islamic and Quranic knowledge for students of all levels. Our mission is to guide and nurture learners through every stage of their Quranic journey, ensuring they understand Islamic teachings deeply. Learn Quran Online with Quran Guides around the world.

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Famous Arabic Literature and its Impact on Arabic Language Learning

Arabic literature boasts a rich and diverse heritage that spans centuries, encompassing a wide range of genres, themes, and styles. From poetry to novels, Arabic literature has captivated readers around the world with its eloquence, depth, and cultural significance. In addition to its literary merits, exploring famous Arabic literature can have a profound impact on the process of learning the Arabic language. This article delves into the world of renowned Arabic literary works, highlighting their influence on Arabic learning. By understanding and engaging with these texts, language learners can deepen their appreciation for the Arabic language, expand their vocabulary, improve their grammar skills, and gain insights into Arab culture and history.

Classical Arabic Literature

Classical Arabic literature, dating back to the pre-Islamic era, lays the foundation for the Arabic language. Key words such as "Al-Mu'allaqat" and "Al-Masnavi" by renowned poets like Imru' al-Qays and Al-Mutanabbi offer linguistic richness and poetic excellence. These literary masterpieces showcase the power of rhetoric, symbolism, and imagery, providing learners with a deep understanding of the Arabic language's intricate beauty. Engaging with classical Arabic literature helps learners grasp the nuances of vocabulary, grammar structures, and cultural references that shape the language.

Islamic Literature

The advent of Islam brought forth a new era of Arabic literature, combining spirituality, ethics, and storytelling. The Holy Quran, the central religious text of Islam, is not only a sacred scripture but also a literary masterpiece. Exploring its eloquent verses helps learners develop a strong command of Classical Arabic, as well as an appreciation for the linguistic structures and rhetorical devices employed in the Quran. Moreover, Hadith collections, such as Sahih al-Bukhari and Sahih Muslim, provide insights into Islamic teachings and customs, offering learners a comprehensive view of the Arabic language in its religious and cultural context.

Modern Arabic Literature

Modern Arabic literature encompasses a vast array of genres, including novels, short stories, and plays. It reflects the social, political, and cultural transformations of the Arab world in the 19th and 20th centuries. Prominent authors like Naguib Mahfouz, Ghassan Kanafani, and Tayeb Salih have crafted literary works that tackle universal themes while showcasing the intricacies of the Arabic language.

Naguib Mahfouz: Mahfouz, the Nobel laureate, is widely regarded as one of the most influential Arabic novelists. His works, such as "The Cairo Trilogy" and "Miramar," explore the complexities of Egyptian society and offer a linguistic richness that exposes learners to various dialects and registers of Arabic. Engaging with Mahfouz's literature enhances language learners' vocabulary, grammar, and comprehension skills, while also deepening their understanding of Arab society and history.

Ghassan Kanafani: Kanafani, a Palestinian writer and activist, is known for his poignant short stories, including "Men in the Sun" and "Returning to Haifa." Through his works, Kanafani sheds light on the Palestinian struggle and the consequences of displacement. Exploring his literature allows learners to engage with colloquial Arabic and exposes them to the social and political realities of the Arab world, enhancing their language proficiency and cultural awareness.

Tayeb Salih: Salih's novel "Season of Migration to the North" is regarded as a masterpiece of Arabic literature. It delves into themes of identity, colonialism, and cultural encounters. By immersing themselves in Salih's lyrical prose, learners develop their vocabulary, comprehension, and critical thinking skills. They also gain a deeper understanding of the cultural and historical contexts that shape the Arabic language.

Impact on Arabic Learning

Studying famous Arabic literature offers numerous benefits to language learners:

Vocabulary Enrichment: Reading literary works exposes learners to a vast range of vocabulary, including formal and colloquial expressions, idiomatic phrases, and specialized terminology. This exposure expands learners' vocabulary repertoire, enabling them to communicate more effectively in different contexts.

Grammar and Syntax: Literary texts showcase various grammar structures, verb conjugations, and sentence patterns. Analyzing these structures helps learners deepen their understanding of Arabic grammar and syntax, leading to improved writing and speaking skills.

Cultural Understanding: Arabic literature provides valuable insights into Arab culture, traditions, and societal issues. Engaging with these texts enhances learners' cultural competence, allowing them to communicate with native speakers more effectively and fostering intercultural sensitivity.

Critical Thinking and Analysis: Literary works often require critical thinking, analysis, and interpretation. By examining themes, characters, and narrative techniques, learners develop their analytical skills and learn to appreciate the subtleties of the Arabic language.

Language Fluency: Engaging with famous Arabic literature exposes learners to authentic language usage, immersing them in the linguistic nuances of the Arabic language. This immersion contributes to overall language fluency, allowing learners to navigate conversations and texts with greater ease and confidence.

The Importance of Arabic Learning in Today's Globalized World.

In our increasingly interconnected world, learning a foreign language has become an invaluable asset. Among the many languages spoken worldwide, Arabic stands out as a language of great significance and relevance. Spoken by more than 400 million people across the Middle East and North Africa, Arabic serves as the language of the Quran, the holy book of Islam, and is the official language of 22 countries. In this article, we will explore the importance of Arabic Learning in today's globalized world. From its cultural and historical significance to its economic and diplomatic relevance, acquiring Arabic language skills offers individuals a unique advantage in various domains, including business, academia, diplomacy, and intercultural understanding.

Conclusion

Famous Arabic literature offers a treasure trove of linguistic, cultural, and historical value for Arabic language learners. From classical masterpieces to contemporary works, engaging with these texts enhances vocabulary, grammar skills, cultural understanding, and critical thinking abilities. By delving into the rich literary heritage of Arabic, learners not only develop proficiency in the language but also gain a profound appreciation for its intricate beauty and its impact on Arab society and culture.

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Unveiling the World of Islamic Kids Schools in the UK

Islamic kids schools in UK stand as beacons of education, cultural enrichment, and faith-based learning. Let's take a closer look at the significance and impact of these institutions on the lives of young learners.

Nurturing Academic Excellence and Islamic Values

Islamic kids schools offer a holistic education that combines academic rigor with teachings rooted in Islamic principles. Through interactive and engaging lessons, children not only grasp educational concepts but also develop a strong sense of their Islamic identity.

Embracing Cultural Diversity

These schools welcome students from diverse cultural and religious backgrounds, fostering an inclusive environment where differences are celebrated. Children have the opportunity to learn and grow alongside peers, gaining a deeper understanding and appreciation of cultural diversity.

Academic Achievements

Islamic kids schools in the UK have garnered recognition for their academic achievements. Many of these schools rank among the top educational institutions in the country, reflecting their commitment to excellence in both secular and Islamic education.

Upholding Faith and Community Values

Islamic kids schools play a crucial role in instilling faith-based values and promoting community engagement. Students learn the importance of compassion, empathy, and social responsibility, shaping them into conscientious members of society.

Parental Involvement and Support

Parents play an active role in their children's education, collaborating with teachers and school administrators to ensure their holistic development. This partnership fosters a sense of unity and reinforces the values taught at home and school.

In conclusion, Islamic kids schools in the UK serve as nurturing environments where children receive quality education while fostering a strong sense of Islamic identity and community spirit.

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Islamic Prayers: Strengthening Spiritual Bonds

Islamic prayers are the cornerstone of the Muslim faith. They connect individuals with the divine and provide a sense of tranquillity and purpose. Online platforms offer a wealth of resources to assist in perfecting the art of prayer. From instructional videos to comprehensive guides, these courses cater to both beginners and advanced learners, ensuring that individuals can establish a strong spiritual connection through their daily prayers.

[ghostofasecretary]

i wish i knew my area of history in the "can answer middle school essay questions about it accurately" way

i have read a lot of history! i've done some work in the field, though exclusively about written works so far. but i haven't, like, sat down and memorized a timeline. my grasp of geography is shaky and my grasp of empire and dynasty is worse

i remember in my first class on economics, we had to do a research paper re: the history of a US economic policy, and i picked our Iran deal, and as background i read the wiki pages on US military conflicts in the region and made a timeline and a spreadsheet with context and it was kind of basic background research, but. i dunno. i feel like i'm missing that stuff! i don't want to miss stuff!

probably i should just pick one book on the Achamenids, one on the Sasanians, one on pre-Islamic Arabia, on the life of the Prophet, on the Radishun, on the Umayyads, on the Abbasids, and then on ~the Mongol invasion~ since that would probably include notes on a lot of the smaller dynasties, plus a book on Mongol India, and the Mamluks, Ottomans, Safavids, and Qajars. possibly whoever ran Egypt after the Mamluks? and, like, i'm sure i can sketch a rough oil timeline but my knowledge of the Great Game is so bad and probably should get better. and then write a timeline and summary of the accounts of (counts on fingers) 13-15 books

i love that the smallest version of this my brain came up with is 13 fucking books. (i have read books on some of these topics before, even broad books! but i didn't take good notes.) "middle school understanding" my ass. i'm sure i could find a decent *basic* book for the broad overview i want to hammer down important facts

on the other hand pop history makes me want to scream and tear at my face

on the third hand i did already do a "quiz myself on basic topics and see how right i am" thing earlier this year and while i got many things right it didn't really scratch the "i am missing MAJOR AREAS (for my own definition of adequate knowledge)" gap

man i also really wanna reread that one book re: the Islamic conquest of Iran now that my brain is no longer on fire. at least in the way it was when i was that year

perhaps instead of making a giant reading list i could go just through my notes with my friend and mentor and READ ALL THE BOOKS HE'S TOLD ME TO READ. that would probably be helpful!!! be responsible learner move!

perhaps i should just read two whole encyclopedias. no, that would be inefficient and a poor introduction to scholarship since i would *see* good bibliographies but they might not have the same context as good books

ugh. i also have. like. other things to do. and have spent most of the last 2-3 days in a semi-conscious fiction devouring state, which is not bad per se but it also isn't my favorite way to live, especially when it feels like avoidance. which it has. (every day i ignore emails and do not send others i know i should.)

let's go to a coffeeshop tomorrow and conquer emails and mail and fucking. figure it out. take steps in the right direction. move!

[lesewut]

"Mercy is innocence, so it can not be a guest in every heart."

Chaldun, Ibn “Geography is Destiny” is taken from the original work of 1377 “Muqaddima”, presented by Turkish philosopher Mesud Topal. Critically interlinking the ideas of Chaldun and the inability of (Islamic) World to truly live the essential requirements of tolerance, education, justice and peace.

"The Right can just be protected with justice."

Not present in the collective consciousness, in the flow of history overshadowed by other great thinkers such as Avicenna and Averroes, forgotton at the tipping point of the former height of the Islamic world and detached by the rising Europe,  I would like to present an enriching and progressive thinker, who, due to his wealth of ideas, no matter what effort, can only be presented fragmentarily in terms of its size and foresight: 

Ibn Chaldun (*1332) is considered the first historian of the Islamic world.  His achievements in the field of sociological research are outstanding and his  understanding of history shows a polyvalent and profound analysis. 

Perhaps he is the first to show the various interconnections and influences of geography (from weather to the borders) on human life, therefore its Qadar (~ fate) and thus on the development of dynasties.  [Cf. Ptolemy “Tetrabiblos” - the influence of stars and planets, based on place on birth] 

"The strength of a government can only be based on justice, courage in truth and mercy."

In his work "Mukkaddime" (Turkish spelling) further aspects are analyzed,  such as the duties of a government towards its population   (main task: Ensuring peace, welfare, justice) or how the individual as part of society -  (according to Aristotle's zoon politikon + al-Farabi "The Virtuos City"   depiction of an idealized state, see Plato "Politeia")   has a special obligation to continuously work and constantly educate oneself. 

"Man is an entity that denies not having understood his own mind."

Acquiring knowledge is an essential part of Islamic values.  Already Hz. Muhamed used to say "And if knowledge is in China, strive!"  Because only healthy, intelligent people can form a healthy and sustainable system of government.  Therefore, man's main goal should be to acquire knowledge and education,  to approuch to the Truth and to learn how to distinguish right from wrong.  (the confusion of concepts leads to irreparable damage, the Truth and the Right  are no longer protected because they are no longer recognized = beacon of moral apostasy) 

"Man does not die of hunger, but because of habits."

Ibn Chaldun also places a special requirement on the state to guarantee the education of its citizens,  for "to leave a man uneducated is to lose him." 

Also he states that the transfer of knowledge should not falter and sets requirements  to teachers who are supposed to be competent and learning methods of "authority, memorization and undisputed constraints" hinder the enlightment of the learner, because it is particularly significant to illuminate why it is so important to aspire education . 

Ibn Chaldun repeatedly emphasizes that there is no other salvation for man  than constant striving and learning.  Only education leads to salvation and so the individual should strive for he has the duty not only towards society and God, but especially for the one's own happiness. 

[learnerofislam]

Ask yourself how lost you were last Ramadan and how much Allah showered His mercy upon you. Allah chose you and me to follow His Straight Path. But Indeed we humans barely thank Allah.

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Unlocking Quranic Wisdom: The Power of Learning Quranic Arabic Via Shia Quran Academy

Introduction

The Quran, the holy book of Islam, holds a special place in the hearts of Muslims worldwide. Its teachings, guidance, and wisdom are unparalleled, and understanding its content in its original language, Arabic, is a cherished goal for many. Learning Quranic Arabic can deepen one's connection with the Quran and provide a more profound comprehension of its verses. In this digital age, online Shia Quran Academy  have emerged as a convenient and effective way to embark on this journey of linguistic discovery. In this article, we will explore how online courses can facilitate learning Arabic for better Quran comprehension.

Accessibility and Convenience

One of the most significant advantages of learning Quranic Arabic through Shia Quran Academy is accessibility. Online courses make it possible for individuals from around the world, regardless of their location, to access high-quality Arabic language instruction. This accessibility breaks down geographical barriers, allowing people from diverse backgrounds to embark on their journey of understanding the Quran.

Traditional Arabic language classes often require students to be physically present at a specific location and time, which can be challenging for those with busy schedules or those living in areas with limited access to educational institutions. Shia Quran Academy offer flexibility, allowing learners to access materials and lessons at their own convenience. This flexibility is particularly beneficial for working professionals, students, and parents who may have multiple responsibilities.

Self-Paced Learning

Online Quranic Arabic courses at Shia Quran Academy  often provide self-paced learning options, enabling students to progress at their own speed. This is particularly helpful for individuals with varying levels of prior knowledge in Arabic or those who may find certain concepts more challenging than others.

In a traditional classroom setting, the pace of instruction is determined by the instructor, and students must keep up with the class, sometimes leading to frustration or feelings of inadequacy if they fall behind. Online courses give learners the freedom to revisit lessons, practice, and reinforce their understanding of Arabic grammar and vocabulary at their own pace, ensuring a more comprehensive grasp of the language.

Interactive Learning Tools

Online Quranic Arabic courses at Shia Quran Academy leverage technology to enhance the learning experience. These courses often feature interactive tools and resources that engage students in a more immersive learning process. For instance, multimedia elements such as audio and video can help learners improve their pronunciation and listening skills. Online quizzes, flashcards, and interactive exercises enable students to practice what they have learned and receive immediate feedback.

Additionally, some online courses offer live sessions or webinars where students can interact with instructors and fellow learners in real time. This blend of self-paced learning and live interaction provides a well-rounded educational experience that caters to various learning styles.

Diverse Instructional Materials

Online Quranic Arabic courses typically offer a wide range of instructional materials. Students can access textbooks, e-books, video tutorials, and audio recordings to support their learning journey. This variety of resources ensures that learners can choose the materials that best suit their learning preferences.

Moreover, online courses often include access to Quranic texts with Arabic script and translations, making it easier for students to directly apply their newfound Arabic language skills to the Quranic verses. This direct connection between language study and Quranic comprehension is a valuable aspect of online learning.

Expert Instruction

Contrary to the misconception that online courses lack qualified instructors, Shia Quran Academy online Quranic Arabic courses are led by experienced and knowledgeable teachers. These instructors are often native Arabic speakers or individuals with advanced proficiency in the language. They bring their expertise to the virtual classroom, guiding students through the intricacies of Arabic grammar, syntax, and pronunciation.

Furthermore, online courses typically provide opportunities for one-on-one or group sessions with instructors. These sessions allow students to ask questions, seek clarification, and receive personalized feedback on their progress. The availability of expert guidance ensures that learners are on the right track and can address any challenges they may encounter.

Cultural Sensitivity

Learning Quranic Arabic through Shia Quran Academy can also foster cultural sensitivity and awareness. Instructors often integrate cultural insights into their lessons, helping students understand the historical and cultural context of the Quran. This contextual understanding can lead to a more profound appreciation of the Quran's messages and teachings.

Moreover, online courses often welcome students from diverse backgrounds, creating a multicultural learning environment. Interacting with classmates from various cultures can broaden one's perspective and promote intercultural understanding and tolerance.

Conclusion

Learning Quranic Arabic through Shia Quran Academy is a powerful way to enhance one's comprehension of the Quran. The accessibility, convenience, and flexibility of online courses make them an ideal choice for individuals from all walks of life. These courses leverage technology to provide interactive learning tools and diverse instructional materials, allowing students to progress at their own pace.

Expert instruction and cultural sensitivity are additional benefits of online Quranic Arabic courses, ensuring that learners receive comprehensive support in their language journey. As more people around the world seek to deepen their connection with the Quran and unlock its wisdom, online courses offer an effective and accessible pathway to achieve this noble goal.

[amelianurhabibah]

Rezeki yang datangnya tidak disangka- sangka itu memang benar adanya

Kemarin setelah sekian lama mendambakan kendaraan sendiri agar tidak lagi menyusahkan orang lain, menulisnya sebagai wishlist ditahun ini, Alhamdulillah akhirnya Allah kabulkan.

Perjalanannya yang penuh lika-liku membuat hati kecilku bergumam, "Ya Allah kalau memang blm bisa sekarang, tahun depan aja ga papa.."

Hebatnya Allah, disaat kita udh ngerasa "yaah ga bisa ni" atau "yaudah terserah Allah aja deh". Disitu Allah kaya ngasih cahaya yg sinarnya teraaaaang banget waktu kita lagi ditempat yg gelap.

Allah datangkan rezeki dari arah yg tidak disangka-sangka. Kekurangan-kekurangan itu disempurnakan oleh rezeki-Nya. Sampai sampai kita merasa takjub dengan kebesaran-Nya.

Benar..

Sungguh benar..

Saat kita bertaqwa kepada Allah, akan Allah kasih rezeki dari arah yg tidak disangka-sangka, dan tanpa hisab jadi teruuuss gitu mengalir tanpa batas.

Di Qur'an Allah berfirman :

...وَمَنۡ يَّـتَّـقِ اللّٰهَ يَجۡعَلْ لَّهٗ مَخۡرَجًا ۙ‏ وَّيَرۡزُقۡهُ مِنۡ حَيۡثُ لَا يَحۡتَسِبُ​ ؕ وَمَنۡ يَّتَوَكَّلۡ عَلَى اللّٰهِ فَهُوَ حَسۡبُهٗ ؕ اِنَّ اللّٰهَ بَالِغُ اَمۡرِهٖ​ ؕ قَدۡ جَعَلَ اللّٰهُ لِكُلِّ شَىۡءٍ قَدۡرًا‏

"....Barangsiapa bertakwa kepada Allah niscaya Dia akan membukakan jalan keluar baginya, Dan Dia memberinya rezeki dari arah yang tidak disangka-sangkanya. Dan barangsiapa bertawakal kepada Allah, niscaya Allah akan mencukupkan (keperluan)nya. Sesungguhnya Allah melaksanakan urusan-Nya. Sungguh, Allah telah mengadakan ketentuan bagi setiap sesuatu" (Qs at Talaq : 2-3)

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Dear siapapun yg kini sedang berada dititik "Ya Allah gimana baiknya aja deh hamba nurut"

Please harus yakin yaa pasti Allah kasih rezeki untukmu dari arah yg tidak disangka sangka.

Nanti kalau udah ngerasain, kamu bakal senengggg bgtt dan gak bakal berhenti ngucapin syukur..

Rezeki Allah itu luas,

Kita ga pantas memberi batas

Tugas kita cuman bertaqwa sama bertawakall aja tanpa ada rasa cemas

💐🩷

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Why Should You Learn To Speak Hebrew?

Today many people want to learn to speak Hebrew for various reasons. Hebrew is an ancient language with roots in the Bible. It is written from right to left and is considered difficult to read because most modern languages follow the left-to-right writing style. But Hebrew continues to attract learners from across the globe.

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Introduction:

One such phrase is "Insha'Allah," which is commonly used by Muslims around the world. In this blog post, we will explore the meaning of "Insha'Allah" and discuss the appropriate ways to use it in different contexts.

Insha'Allah Meaning:

What does "Insha'Allah" mean? The term "Insha'Allah" is an Arabic phrase that translates to "if Allah wills" or "God willing." It reflects a belief in the divine will and acknowledges that all actions are ultimately subject to Allah's approval and control. When using this phrase, Muslims express their humility and recognition of Allah's sovereignty.

How to Write Insha'Allah:

To write "Insha'Allah," it is essential to understand the correct spelling and usage. The phrase is commonly written in different variations, including "Insha'Allah," "Inshallah," or "Insha Allah." It is often preferred to write it with the apostrophe (') between "Insha" and "Allah" to signify the omission of certain letters. This serves as a mark of respect for the name of Allah.

How to Write Insha'Allah in Arabic:

For those interested in learning Arabic and writing "Insha'Allah" in its original script, it is written as إن شاء الله. Studying Arabic can provide a deeper understanding of Islamic teachings and enable individuals to communicate effectively in various Arabic-speaking communities. Platforms like Studio Arabiya (studioarabiya.com) offer online courses to help individuals learn the Arabic language, including Arabic for adults and Quranic Arabic.

A Misused and Misunderstood Phrase:

Unfortunately, "Insha'Allah" is sometimes misused or misunderstood, leading to misconceptions about its meaning. While it is commonly used to express intentions or make future plans, it should not be used as a vague promise or an excuse for procrastination. True adherence to the phrase involves sincerity and a genuine intention to fulfill the stated action, coupled with an acknowledgment of Allah's ultimate authority.

When NOT to Say "Insha'Allah":

While "Insha'Allah" is generally a respectful and appropriate phrase, there are specific contexts where it should be used with caution or avoided altogether. For example, in situations where a clear commitment or deadline is required, it is more appropriate to give a definite response rather than relying on the phrase as a means to evade responsibility.

Daily Progress Tracking:

To enhance your learning experience and track your progress effectively, Studio Arabiya provides user-friendly tools and features. These tools allow you to monitor your achievements, review lessons, and access additional resources to strengthen your understanding of the Arabic language and Quranic studies. By utilizing these tools, you can ensure steady progress in your Arabic language journey.

Manage Your Classes Easily:

Studio Arabiya's online platform offers a seamless experience for managing your Arabic language or Quranic studies classes. With flexible scheduling options, experienced instructors, and personalized attention, you can tailor your learning experience according to your preferences and needs. Whether you are a beginner or an advanced learner, Studio Arabiya's courses cater to individuals of all levels.

Conclusion:

"Insha'Allah" is a phrase deeply rooted in Islamic tradition and serves as a reminder of Allah's sovereignty and control over all matters. Understanding its meaning and proper usage is crucial for Muslims and those interested in Arabic language and culture. By learning Arabic and embracing the true essence of "Insha'Allah," we can foster better communication, strengthen our faith, and show reverence for Allah's will.

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Father's Day: An ode to your leadership as our Abbu

It's 2023 that we entered as 7-year-old twins to our larger than life "Abbu", Ya Shakur!

With immense sensitivity and care of our unique characters.

Above all, the ideal teacher to the first-time parent in our Ammu.

Patient, compassionate, and our constant funny bone that forever humours all of us.

With leadership acumen through your daily involvement in our lives;

Your affection acts as non-verbal reassurance, labelled by Ammu as your "Chi" hands - inherited by Paupat and learned by Ammu and Pauppy!

A perpetual learner and life teacher of Islam that has not only taught us how to love but also to see Allah as its source.

Enabling our financial security by masterfully balancing work and family life.

A soothing source for all kinds of real and other kinds of families to draw on; as a Consultant, an Academic, or most importantly, our Rehbir, Dad, Father, Papa, and our Abbu!