On August, the 23th, it' is gonna be the 450 anniversary of the Saint Barthélémy massacer in France. It is a very tragic event that took place in 1572.
It is a historicité période that I really from François 1 to Louis 14 ( the sun king ) mostly because there were some very strong ruling woman like Catherine De Medicis (Queen consort of France & Queen regent), Mary Stuart (Queen of Scottland & Queen consort of France), Elizabeth the first (Queen of England), Anne of Austria (Queen consort of France & Queen regent of France), Mary 'bloody' the first (Queen of England and Ireland & Queen consort of Naples and Sicile and Spain), Jelena gruba (Queen of Bosnia), Isabelle 1ere (Queen of Castile and Aragon and Naples) , kösem (Sultana regent of the Ottoman Empire).....
I ve drew Catherine of Medicis (first drawing made from cendrillon), Mary stuart (second drawing made from Rapunzel) and England (third drawing made from Helga Sinclair) because it is the three I know the better and because one of the reason for the saint Barthélémy massacer is Catherine De Medicis.
The history tells us that the religion was tearing apart France between Catholicism and Protestantism already. Civilians were already Killing each other for their faith.
To stop French people and even nobles (Bourbon and Guise) from fighting, the regent Catherine De Medicis wants to marry her daughter Marguerite De Valois (catholic) to Henri De Navarre (a protestant prince (Henri 4)). The wedding is celebrate on August, the 18th 1572. It s called the vermilion wedding (yes, the red wedding in game of thrones was inspired by it). Indeed, to celebrate the wedding, great noble protestant leader came to Paris. An attempted murder on the Amiral de Coligny (a protestant) sets the air on fire. The young French king Charles 9 decide to order the murder of all the protestant leaders so that they cannot reproche him for having let the murder of one of their own go unpunished (because no one knew who order the murder of the Amiral) and that they use it as a pretext to come and take his crown. Then, all the protestant leaders are murdered. And Paris' population decide to follow its king and murder protestant by hundreds in the streets without any control. There were around 2000 and 3000 deads in Paris and around 10 000 in France. It s, without a doubt, one of the darkest hours of French history.
The tensions between catholics ans protestants won t ease until the Nantes edit in 1598 (liberty of cult).
Humain have killed each other since forever. And they have killed each other for religion for almost as long. This never was a solution. It only drives them away from each other and drives them away from their God they love so much...
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Historically, Jews and Muslims have lived extremely peacefully when Muslims were the majority:
622 - 627: ethnic cleansing of Jews from Mecca
and Medina, (Jewish boys publicly inspected for pubic hair. if they had any, they were executed)
629: 1st Alexandria Massacres, Egypt
622 - 634: extermination of the 14 Arabian Jewish tribes
1106: Ali Ibn Yousef Ibn Tashifin of Marrakesh decrees death penalty for any local Jew, including his Jewish Physician, and Military general.
1033: 1st Fez Pogrom, Morocco
1148: Almohadin of Morocco gives Jews the choice of converting to Islam, or expulsion
1066: Granada Massacre, Muslim-occupied Spain
1165 - 1178: Jews nation wide were given the choice (under new constitution) convert to Islam or die, Yemen
1165: chief Rabbi of the Maghreb burnt alive. The Rambam (Maimonides) flees for Egypt.
1220: tens of thousands of Jews killed by Muslims after being blamed for Mongol invasion, Turkey, Iraq, Syria, Egypt
1270: Sultan Baibars of Egypt resolved to burn all the Jews, a ditch having been dug for that purpose; but at the last moment he repented, and instead exacted a heavy tribute, during the collection of which many perished.
1276: 2nd Fez Pogrom, Morocco
1385: Khorasan Massacres, Iran
1438: 1st Mellah Ghetto massacres, North Africa
1465: 3rd Fez Pogrom, Morocco (11 Jews left alive)
1517: 1st Safed Pogrom, Ottoman Palestine
1517: 1st Hebron Pogrom, Ottoman Palestine Marsa ibn Ghazi Massacre, Ottoman Libya
1577: Passover Massacre, Ottoman empire
1588 - 1629: Mahalay Pogroms, Iran
1630 - 1700: Yemenite Jews under strict Shi'ite 'dhimmi' rules
1660: 2nd Safed Pogrom, Ottoman Palestine
1670: Mawza expulsion, Yemen
1679 - 1680: Sanaa Massacres, Yemen
1747: Mashhad Masacres, Iran
1785: Tripoli Pogrom, Ottoman Libya
1790 - 92: Tetuan Pogrom. Morocco (Jews of Tetuuan stripped naked, and lined up for Muslim perverts)
1800: new decree passed in Yemen, that Jews are forbidden to wear new clothing, or good clothing. Jews are forbidden to ride mules or donkeys, and were occasionally rounded up for long marches naked through the Roob al Khali dessert.
1805: 1st Algiers Pogrom, Ottoman Algeria
1808 2nd 1438: 1st Mellah Ghetto Massacres, North Africa
1815: 2nd Algiers Pogrom, Ottoman Algeria
1820: Sahalu Lobiant Massacres, Ottoman Syria
1828: Baghdad Pogrom, Ottoman Iraq
1830: 3rd Algiers Pogrom, Ottoman Algeria
1830: ethnic cleansing of Jews in Tabriz, Iran
1834: 2nd Hebron Pogrom, Ottoman Palestine
1834: Safed Pogrom, Ottoman Palestne
1839: Massacre of the Mashadi Jews, Iran
1840: Damascus Affair following first of many blood libels, Ottoman Syria
1844: 1st Cairo Massacres, Ottoman Egypt
1847: Dayr al-Qamar Pogrom, Ottoman Lebanon
1847: ethnic cleansing of the Jews in Jerusalem, Ottoman Palestine
1848: 1st Damascus Pogrom, Syria
1850: 1st Aleppo Pogrom, Ottoman Syria
1860: 2nd Damascus Pogrom, Ottoman Syria
1862: 1st Beirut Pogrom, Ottoman Lebanon
1866: Kuzguncuk Pogrom, Ottoman Turkey
1867: Barfurush Massacre, Ottoman Turkey
1868: Eyub Pogrom, Ottoman Turkey
1869: Tunis Massacre, Ottoman Tunisia
1869: Sfax Massacre, Ottoman Tunisia
1864 - 1880: Marrakesh Massacre, Morocco
1870: 2nd Alexandria Massacres, Ottoman Egypt
1870: 1st Istanbul Pogrom, Ottoman Turkey
1871: 1st Damanhur Massacres,Ottoman Egypt
1872: Edirne Massacres, Ottoman Turkey
1872: 1st Izmir Pogrom, Ottoman Turkey
1873: 2nd Damanhur Massacres, Ottoman Egypt
1874: 2nd Izmir Pogrom, Ottoman Turkey
1874: 2nd Istanbul Pogrom, Ottoman Turkey
1874: 2nd Beirut Pogrom,Ottoman Lebanon
1875: 2nd Aleppo Pogrom, Ottoman Syria
1875: Djerba Island Massacre, Ottoman Tunisia
1877: 3rd Damanhur Massacres,Ottoman Egypt
1877: Mansura Pogrom, Ottoman Egypt 1882: Homs Massacre, Ottoman Syria
1882: 3rd Alexandria Massacres, Ottoman Egypt
1890: 2nd Cairo Massacres, Ottoman Egypt
1890, 3rd Damascus Pogrom, Ottoman Syria
1891: 4th Damanahur Massacres, Ottoman Egypt
1897: Tripolitania killings, Ottoman Libya
1903&1907: Taza & Settat, pogroms, Morocco
1890: Tunis Massacres, Ottoman Tunisia
1901 - 1902: 3rd Cairo Massacres, Ottoman Egypt
1901 - 1907: 4th Alexandria Massacres,Ottoman Egypt
1903: 1st Port Sa'id Massacres, Ottoman Egypt
1903 - 1940: Pogroms of Taza and Settat, Morocco
1907: Casablanca, pogrom, Morocco
1908: 2nd Port Said Massacres,Ottoman Egypt
1910: Shiraz blood libel
1911: Shiraz Pogrom
1912: 4th Fez Pogrom, Morocco
1917: Baghdadi Jews murdered by Ottomans
1918 - 1948: law passed making it illegal to raise an orphan Jewish, Yemen
1920: Irbid Massacres: British mandate Palestine
1920 - 1930: Arab riots, British mandate Palestine
1921: 1st Jaffa riots, British mandate Palestine
1922: Djerba Massacres, Tunisia
1928: Jewish orphans sold into slavery, and forced to convert to Islam by Muslim Brotherhood, Yemen
1929: 3rd Hebron Pogrom British mandate Palestine.
1929 3rd Safed Pogrom, British mandate Palestine.
1933: 2nd Jaffa riots, British mandate Palestine.
1934: Thrace Pogroms, Turkey
1936: 3rd Jaffa riots, British mandate Palestine
1941: Farhud Massacrs, Iraq
1942: Mufti collaboration with the Nazis. plays a part in the final solution
1938 - 1945: Arab collaboration with the Nazis
1945: 4th Cairo Massacre, Egypt
1945: Tripolitania Pogrom, Libya
1947: Aden Pogrom
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. ˚◞♡ 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓◞ ₊˚
. ˚◞ ꒰ verse 9948e meng yao ꒱ grim reaper x reader ⊹ ۪ ࣪
you comfort your girlfriend through her hardships with motherhood
the soft sweep of the wind touches the grass outside. the green straws that shine in the lantern light of the gardens dancing merrily between one another. while you finish your cup of tea.
with a content sigh, you lean back.
a day of duty finished. a night of relaxation and rest dancing around you. while the celestial body high up in the sky shines down at you with silver light.
“i do feel your presence, mrs. yuè. there is no need for such silence.” you chuckle, paying note to the woman standing behind you. leaning into the arch of the doorway.
bare feet curl together with anxiety. the notion of one being caught when they do not wish to. the lady of the sanctuary resonated to such heavily, despite her cheery attitude during daylight hours.
to her, the garden she steps out into, that she has raised and watered for centuries now. seems as though it crackles up and dies a bit more as days pass.
roses burn when she touches them. as intensely as the one within her heart.
“I did not wish to disrupt the peace, my dear. i thought. . .” with the trailing off of words. a brow curls softly, and you turn to look back at your lady.
“madame?” you murmur with concern. “what ails you?”
“i thought, perhaps if i stood in your presence, i’d feel such peace too.” her sigh is heavy, just as the pair if oake feet that drag towards you. a deep-purple hanfu interrupts the sight to the garden, as the tall woman moves to stand before you leaning down and looking into your eyes with her dioxazine ones.
tired, with large droplets of tears at the bottom of them spilling out.
“my lady—” you call out softly and reach out for her to pull her in for a close hug. she simply collapses into you, inhaling quietly. yet the sharpness of it does not escape the atmosphere of the garden. cutting the warmth of this late summer’s night and turning it colder than you’ve felt in a while.
“I fear.” she rasps into your shoulder, gripping onto you for dear life.
“fear what my lady?” you coo at her soothingly. running gentle circles around her back with the palm of your hand, while the other rests on the crown of her head and brushes her hair with care.
and oh the night goes quiet all the more than it had before.
for what does the lady of the yuè sanctuary truly fear? well. . .
the loss of her kids. distancing, death, disagreements. her heart has seen and had enough of it already with the loss of her son. the busy life of her youngest, her disagreements with her 4th oldest.
the riots in the streets. wondering if all will come home at the end of the day. humanity. she’d never admit to it out loud. but a fear stirs, rises ever so slowly within her. slithering up through her gut and to her brain.
humankind, the same beings she was once so fascinated with. she had grown to mistrust as years passed by. only recently had the yuè sanctuary recovered from ugly graffiti and people massacering a few barrels of harvested food for reapers to eat as they came to rest.
all by younger humans who knew no better in her eyes. their actions taught to them by their elders. who had been taught by their elders. a generational hate, for beings like them and many other.
you snap her out of the thoughts. the thoughts that makes everything around her dim, the ones that snap her into paranoia when she travels out into the world. what if she doesn’t get to return to her children—
“madame yuè.” you call, this time a little louder, while giving her a gentle shake on her shoulder.
“madame yuè, please breathe.” with a flutter of lashes and a simple wipe of a sleeve against teary eyes, you watch as she inhales deeply and exhales. frown tugging at her lips, while a pair of dioxazine hues find roses to gaze at.
“you don’t have to tell me, i believe i know already. but when you are ready, please speak. stay with me.” you coo out softly. handing her a cup of tea after pouring water into the delicate porcelain cup.
“just stay here with me.” you hum.
“the roses are burning.” she mutters with a evident sob wishing to break free from the place it has been trapped in inside of her throat.
“i know. that is why we feel, my dear.” you whisper in response, giving her a soft smile. thumb stroking along the swell of a sharp cheekbone gently. “don’t pack little pistols my lady. you deserve nothing but passion and freedom.”
with a soft sigh, and the closing of eyes. mèng yáo leans into your lap, and drapes her long sleeves across your waist. spilling tears willingly onto the fabric of your robes, while crying quietly, nodding in nothing but agreement at the truth of your words.
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