#muslim prayer in english

[maihonhassan]

Two raka’at when you need something and Two raka’at thanking Allah when you get it.

“It will change your life.”

[somaligovernment]

Didn’t know you could block anons again that clown is gone now

[la7ma-mafrooma]

I wanted to share something personal because I don't think a lot of you understand the influence of the West and its atrocities on an Arab child's upbringing. English is not my first language; I learnt it initially due to my interest in the language and Western cultures. However, seeing the true face of the West motivated me to continue learning the language to dismantle the false image of Arabs and Muslims which was portrayed by the West. I also talk about how this impacted my standing with the Palestinian cause. Bear with me as this post is long and a little messy, but I need to try and give everyone a clear and full image as much as I can.

I grew up consuming Western media due to my fascination with the English language. However I noticed the lack of Muslim and Arab representation.

When I started seeing representation later on, it was mostly Arabs and Muslims being depicted as 'terrorists' and 'barbarics'.

When a Muslim woman is depicted, she is depicted as 'oppressed' and in need of 'saving'.

I was on social media starting from a very young age. Seeing people online describe my people as 'terrorists' was not only scary, but also confusing. Why am I as an Arab Muslim child -who's living a normal childhood as everyone else- being labelled as a 'terrorist' by the West? Why are people claiming all Arab and Muslim children are trained to use guns by ISIS or/and Hamas? I remember asking my parents as a kid "Is this a real gun with the police officer?" Because I only saw weapons in movies.

I asked questions such as "Why do they think Arabs = Muslims?" The lack of acknowledgment of Christian and Jewish Arabs and non-Arab Muslims confused me.

Why were Muslim women always 'oppressed' in these movies and TV shows I saw? This is not as common as they make it seem. Why are they using the struggle of some Muslim women to demonize an entire religion? Why are they pretending to be saviours when they're actually contributing to further oppression of Muslim women? Why are they weaponizing the awful struggle of some Muslim women against the vast majority of Muslim women? (White feminism is not saving us. It's actually a form of oppression of Muslim women)

Misrepresentation bothered me and made me angry and disappointed. I couldn't finish watching a movie or an episode of a TV show if I saw any mentions of Muslims or/and Arabs, because I knew what would happen next.

When it comes to the Palestinian cause, every Arab grew up watching endless footage of Palestinians being brutally murdered LIVE. Everything and all the footage all of you are surprised to see during this genocide, were a part of our upbringing.

When I was a kid I stumbled upon a newspaper in the house with a headline about a Palestinian father who returned to his house and found all his children shot. And I remember the image very well. The father was holding a prayer mat with people holding him as he broke down on his knees. His dead children were on the floor next to each other. Seeing this image of children my age murdered by the Israeli occupation shocked me. I remember my parents having to hide the newspaper from me because of the impact this image had on me.

I had to start reading into politics at a young age, and I realized that everything that Western media was trying to portray about the West being 'civilized' was a lie. How can you be civilized if you're a murderer or/and contribute to the murder of the innocent?

When I learnt about the history of imperialism, colonialism, slavery,...etc. growing up, I recognized the pattern that colonialists use and I saw that the colonizers of yesterday, are the same as today, except Western media is doing a great job covering for them nowadays, and a lot of people only started noticing that recently.

The West seemed fascinating to me as a child, but after seeing the horrendous false images that're being portrayed of my people in the West, all of my fascination turned into anger and motivation to fight against it.

The real terrorists in the world are not the brown and bearded men, veiled women, or the innocent children. The real terrorists are the ones who set the stage for the murder of innocent people, the exploitation of their resources, using propaganda and painting an image of the innocent that cannot be more false and racist, and the fascists that put on a 'civilized' mask.

I will forever stand with my Palestinian brothers and sisters. I will forever defend my Arab and Muslim brothers and sisters, and I won't give room to any misrepresentation. Enough is enough.

Edit: I wanted to add that growing up, I was scared of telling people about where I'm from, my religion, and what language I speak due to the microaggression and discrimination I was subjected to. Not to mention the amount of times I saw on the news Arabs or/and Muslims getting killed in Western countries (aka hate crimes).

[flowerandblood]

Paradise Fruit (1)

[ Kingdom of Heaven • King Baldwin x female ]

[ warnings: watching each other masturbate, soft, poetic smut, a detailed description of the deadly disease and the unpleasant symptoms associated with it ]

[ description: After being treated by King Saladin's physicians, King Baldwin begins to leave his chambers. The people of the court whisper around her that the young ruler will not even live to be thirty years old. As a lady of waiting of his sister, she attracts his attention. ]

Author's Note: I said it and I did it: I know this isn't your typical Ewan Mitchell character, but I couldn't resist. I'm glad I wrote this because I had too many thoughts after watching this movie and now my soul is at peace! For those who haven't seen Kingdom of Heaven, I highly recommend it, it's an amazing production.

Word count: 3.900

Part 2 – White Marriage

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

My other works: Masterlist

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Jerusalem seemed to her at once a paradise and a hell on earth, both beautiful, sublimely sacred, as much as broken, dirty and cruel. The reign of King Baldwin IV was a reign of restraint and peace, the greatest evidence of which was his rich diplomatic correspondence with King Saladin himself.

Baldwin gave permission for the Muslim part of Jerusalem to hold prayers as it wished, on payment of appropriate taxes – a huge step towards reconciling the city's disparate population and a cause of contention among the Christian knights.

As lady of the court, she accompanied the royal sister, Sibylla, like her shadow, serving her with conversation, reading books in her company, being the equivalent of her friend and confidante, watching over her welfare.

She was the third daughter, and was therefore a burden to her lord father, who sent her to Jerusalem to the royal court when she was thirteen. Her father hoped that Sibylla herself would find her a suitable husband and put up the coins for her dowry, allowing her family to glory on the Old Continent in the fact that her chosen one was favoured by the God in the Holy Land.

Looking at Princess Sibylla's marriage, she prayed that she would never meet her fate, preferring to eventually fade into old age in a monastery.

Her Lady abhorred her husband: not in a physical context, for he was not unlike other great knights in stature or appearance, but in his heart, which was filled with the lust for power.

Although he believed that he was acting in the name of Christ on the Earth, he represented neither his mercy nor his prudence, being a simply unkind and spiteful man.

Sibylla was given in marriage to him at the age of 15, and she watched her sufferings and humiliations in silence, only being able to allow herself occasionally to close her hand on hers, giving her encouragement.

It was known that her husband's dream was the death of the King, for it would then be his wife who would become heir to the throne. Someone might laugh at this wish, knowing that King Baldwin was only 16 years old when she arrived at court.

However, despite such a young age, it was known that the King would probably not live to see his thirtieth year.

The cruel disease that had descended upon his body when he was still a young child, leprosy, was the reason why his whole body was covered, and his face was adorned with a beautiful silver mask – the only thing visible through it were his eyes, bright and wise, the skin around his eyelids all red.

His sister despaired at his undeserved suffering, at the thought that his body was falling apart, his skin peeling and pulling away from his muscles, causing him excruciating pain. He could not touch anyone or be touched directly because his disease was contagious.

Thus, one of the greatest rulers of Jerusalem, a man who had accomplished the impossible and ushered, at least for a while, the Kingdom of Heaven into this forbidden holy land, suffered daily torment.

As she prayed for the health of her family and his sister, she also prayed for him – since Christ was able to miraculously cure lepers, as the Bible itself said, perhaps there was hope for him too.

As a sign of respect and friendship, the Muslim King Saladin sent a retinue of his best physicians to relieve the King of his pain, which must have helped at least to some extent, for although she had previously only seen him in audience standing by his sister's side, now the King began to walk through the palace gardens on his own.

One day, when Sibylla noticed him standing next to one of the monks, she approached him immediately, praising his name, and she moved humbly to follow her, feeling grateful at the thought that the King was indeed feeling better.

That perhaps her prayers had been answered.

"Brother. It rejoices me to see you in the fresh air, away from the suffocating comfort of your chambers full of books and parchments." Sibylla said, pulling her shawl from her mouth, revealing her face to her brother.

As a married woman, she covered her face out of sheer decency, as her husband was a jealous man, but she, as a maiden, in addition almost always being in the presence of her Lady, did not have to do so.

"Your judgement is too harsh, dear sister. Books and parchments are my solace in the hardest of times." He said calmly and lazily, effortlessly – it was the first time she had heard his voice this close and she thought the words coming out of his mouth were like humming.

He had a white linen cloth draped over his head that reminded her of the headgear of the pharaohs, a richly embroidered white robe and gloves on his body, a silver mask portraying the features of a handsome, masculine man on his face.

She swallowed hard as his gaze shifted to her, catching her looking shamelessly at her ruler's face, causing her to lower her head immediately.

"Let's take a walk. We should take advantage of the beautiful weather." Said his sister, wanting to take his arm, he however moved away immediately and shook his head.

Pain and sadness crossed Sibylla's face, but after a moment she only nodded and forced herself to smile, walking ahead with him, letting her and the King's servant walk a few steps behind them.

That evening, for the first time, the King summoned her.

"Do not fret." Sibylla said. "My brother is a man of decency and sensitivity. Rest assured, he will not set upon your virtue or force you to do things unworthy of a lady. He confessed to me that he would like to look at your face for at least a moment longer and asked me to convey his wish to you, indicating that you may refuse."

She looked at her in disbelief, feeling the blush of embarrassment appear on her cheeks at her words, feeling her heart begin to pound like mad.

"If it is the will of our beloved King, I will do so." She said, and Sibylla nodded, giving her one satisfied smile.

She wore her most beautiful robe and hair adornments as if she were about to attend a nuptials – the material cast over her body was blue, fastened at the shoulders and waist with golden buckles, in her hair at the sides jewellery resembling a wreath of laurel leaves.

As she entered his chamber, candles burned all around, she was also struck by the intense scent of lavender – she noticed immediately his white, seated figure bent over thick tomes. His head turned towards her, in his mask she was able to see the reflection of everything around him.

"Do not be afraid. Come closer." He said softly and she nodded, feeling her heart flutter in her chest like a bird.

Her footsteps on the stone floor echoed through his chamber, the rustling of her robe as she sat down opposite him made her sound similar to the rustling of leaves.

She swallowed hard as she watched him sigh and spread out comfortably in his chair, looking her straight in the eye – she immediately looked away, unaccustomed to such confidentiality with anyone.

"No." He said. "Don't deny me this pleasure."

She tightened her fingers on the material of her garment, lifting her gaze to him again, feeling herself involuntarily begin to breathe through her mouth.

She could see the calm and curiosity in his eyes – his head was tilted slightly to one side, as if he was thinking about something, silence all around him.

"I'm making you uncomfortable." He concluded.

She shook her head quickly, horrified, thinking that something in her posture or gaze had discouraged him.

"No, Your Grace. I just don't know how to behave. What is appropriate for me to do or say in your presence. Silence is safe." She confessed in shame, lowering her eyes to her fingers again, reminding herself after a moment that she should not do so.

The King hummed at her words.

"Do not take my words as my attempt to mock you, however, knowing how little time I have left in this wretched world has made me tread lightly in courtly etiquette." He said with amusement, not taking his eyes off her, something flashed in his gaze as if someone had lit a candle inside them.

"We waste time feigning care and respect, hiding what is true, arising from the depths of our hearts, because that is what etiquette demands of us. When we stand before God, will we say to him: I have never really loved or sympathised, but my lips have left many beautiful, great words?" He asked, and she looked at him in disbelief, completely surprised by his approach and what she had heard.

Some part of her knew he was right.

"In this world, only the King can afford to lack beautiful words." She muttered, hearing after a moment that something akin to a chuckle had left his lips.

"You are mistaken. One word from the King can either create or destroy."

She lowered her head, wondering if he had just rebuked her, he, however, seemed satisfied.

"My reign will end with my death, which will be in a few years at the latest. I will not beget an heir to whom I can pass on my philosophy of ruling, the values that are essential. My sister's husband and his greed will sit on the throne, and Jerusalem will fall." He said calmly, as if he were telling her about the weather, his fingers clad in a white silk glove tapping rhythmically against the table top.

She swallowed hard, feeling a squeeze in her heart, wondering if perhaps the reason he had summoned her was quite different from what she had suspected.

"What shall I do, my King?" She asked, and he laughed again, louder this time, looking at her as if something in her question gave him pleasure.

"Your devotion rejoices my heart. Do not think, however, that you will hear from me an order that would condemn you to eternal damnation. I could not then leave this world in peace. No. I wish that when I disappear, someone will watch over my sister. To help her escape when all is lost here, no matter what her husband will desire. Do you understand what I have in mind?" He asked softly, and she nodded, thinking she felt more respect towards him than ever.

"Yes, my King." She replied.

He smiled at her words, she saw it in his gaze. She lifted her gaze higher, towards the windows by which the shoots of dried lavender hung, surrounding them with a pleasant, refreshing scent.

"I had these beautiful flowers brought in from far away. They mask well the unpleasant ailments of my illness on hot days. The smell of rotting flesh is one of the most disgusting to man, for nature equates it with spoiled food from which he can die." He explained, and she looked at him in disbelief, feeling hot shame ripple through her body at his words.

His suffering must have been unimaginable.

"Knights praise their own greatness and bravery during battles wishing for songs to be sung about them. I, for one, hope to hear songs about Baldwin IV, a wise and prudent King, a merciful Monarch who fought each day with his own suffering and triumphed. I do not know the words that can convey my admiration for your person." She mouthed in a trembling voice, feeling that her hands lying on her thighs were quivering all over with emotion, burning tears for some reason squeezed under her eyelids.

The King looked at her for a long moment in silence, something in his gaze that made her feel a pleasant tingling in her fingertips.

"Your soul is as beautiful as your body. You are like a breath of cool wind on a hot day. I am grateful to you for allowing me to experience this joy."

As she left his chamber, for some reason she burst out crying.

She could not understand why: it seemed to her that her heart squeezed all over in pain, not only out of compassion, but also out of a sense of injustice that a man so great and enlightened was experiencing undeserved torment every day.

Or was it through his ordeal that he became such a man, such a King?

If the gates of the Kingdom of Heaven were to open before anyone in the second life, it was before him, she thought.

That night she could not sleep: she was ashamed of herself for thinking about him. She tried not to pay attention to men, knowing their nature, knowing that they might consider it an invitation on her part to sin.

However, the time she spent with him, although she might perceive his words as ambiguous, seemed to her something almost spiritual, a moment of awakening, as if she had been in a half-sleep until the moment she looked into his eyes.

His gaze would find her in the audience among the other servants and ladies of the court. She knew this because his eyes stopped on her face, and although he listened intently to what his subjects were saying to him, she knew that for that one moment he was focused only on her.

The flutter of her heart shamed her, allowing her to realise that, like a flower, a warm and pleasant feeling was blossoming within her, coming from God.

"You occupy my brother's thoughts. He follows you with his eyes." Said Sibylla as they walked together through the corridors of the great, cold stone fortress.

"It was not my desire to distract him from the affairs of the Kingdom." She confessed with shame, entwining her fingers on her womb, looking sadly at her fingers. His sister snorted at her words.

"Jerusalem is destroying him. It is the Kingdom that is his disease. He has taken upon himself all its sins, purified it. He gave it years of peace and dignity." She said with a pain from which she felt a sting in her heart.

Why was it that whenever she thought of him she wanted to cry?

"I want to relieve him." She said finally, looking at her uncertainly, afraid of how the words sounded when they left her mouth. Sibylla stopped, looking at her with furrowed brows.

"Don't be a fool. My brother will not condemn you to a fate similar to his own."

"There are many ways to experience relief. You said so yourself, Princess."

Sibylla looked at her thoughtfully and after a moment nodded, giving her wordless consent to whatever she wished to do.

The trust she had in her intimidated her.

As the siblings' chambers were next to each other, walking along the corridor from one quarters to the other was not a problem for her – Sibylla dismissed her guards so that no one could see in what negligee she went to the king's chamber.

Her long hair was loose, her body covered only by a thin nightgown, rubbed with fragrant oils, on her shoulders a cashmere shawl with which she covered herself to protect herself from the cold.

When she closed the door behind her and turned to face him, his eyes were wide in shock. He was silent for a moment, clearly not knowing what to say.

"No." He said finally. "Go back to your chamber."

"I have not come to you to sin. Does the sight of me disgust you, my King?" She asked in a trembling voice, feeling that she was breathing heavily through her mouth, her heart pounding like mad in her chest.

She saw something in his gaze that looked like he felt pain, his figure creased slightly, as if he had run out of strength.

"God created you to subject me to the ultimate trial. He is torturing me like Job."

She felt a single, warm, heavy tear run down her cheek at his words, her body trembling all over, hot and cold at the same time with desire, though she did not know what kind or what was causing it.

"God sent me to soothe your suffering." She whispered.

They looked at each other like that for a long moment that lasted an eternity, and only after a while did she realise that his silence was due to the fact that he wanted whatever she was going to do to be due to her free will. Therefore, she moved tentatively towards his bed, on which she saw a clean, snow-white sheets, and lay down on her back, putting her shawl aside.

She looked up at him – his gaze was fixed on her, his silhouette sitting in a chair by the window frozen in stillness, the whiteness of his attire seeming to her to shine amidst the candles and the surrounding darkness of the night.

She swallowed hard, feeling the dryness in her throat as her fingers lifted to the ties of her nightgown – she untied the knot, a pleasant squeeze spreading between her thighs, something sticky beginning to leak from it onto the sheet beneath her buttocks.

"– does what I am doing disgust you, my King? – is it a sin? –" She asked, sliding the thin material off her shoulders in a gentle, soft motion, unashamedly revealing her plump, sweet breasts. His gaze fled to them, as if what he had just seen simultaneously terrified and excited him.

"– looking at you, all I feel is desire – it's me sinning in my mind, not you –" He whispered so that she barely heard him, his hand sliding from the table top to his thigh.

Though she knew it was wrong, her whole body screamed, wanting him to touch her, to check for himself how soft and warm her flesh was, her moist, swollen womanhood, pulsing around nothing in desire.

"– not just you, Your Grace –" She muttered in a trembling voice, shamefully mimicking his movements, her long, small fingers sliding down her belly between her thighs, sinking into her warm folds like the moist flesh of an exotic fruit.

His head bowed as they both made a strange, unnatural sound full of surprise at the same moment, a moan as if they had caused each other pain, but yet all she could feel was a wonderful, hot tingling in her quivering womanhood, in her lips, in her nipples, in the tips of her fingertips.

He did not allow her to look at what he was touching under the material of his robe, she could however see the shape of that part of his body outlined on the material – his manhood was long and fat like a piece of stick, growing larger and larger with each squeeze of his hand.

She threw her head back, imagining feeling something that big inside her, in an involuntary reflex finding with her fingertips her puffy slit, slick and tight, resisting her as she tried to slide it inside her.

"– let me see –" He whispered, as if asking for something dirty, disgusting, repulsive.

She, however, felt only the heat of pleasure at his words shake her body – her thighs involuntarily parted, her legs bent at the knees allowing her nightgown to shamelessly reveal all that only her husband should be able to look at.

She felt tears under her eyelids at the thought of wanting to be his wife.

"– you have my love, my King – you have my heart –" She breathed out, digging her fingers deeper into the delicate structure of her folds, teasing again and again the small bud from which her body went through shivers of wonderful, familiar pleasure.

His eyes were fixed on what was between her thighs, his gaze hazy and hot, his breath heavy, the sound of his hand smacking against his flesh sticky and lewd.

"– like the inside of a ripe fruit – like Eve in paradise –" He breathed out, staring at her as if he were looking at something delightful, accelerating the splats of his hand with a low grunt of pleasure. "– so beautiful –"

She felt a thrill of pleasure shake her, shivers ran through her cheeks, breasts and legs at his words, so shameless and yet poetic, beautiful, like the Song of Songs of King David.

"– her breasts are like two fawns –" She hummed, quoting one of the biblical verses, the gaze of her King again fixed on her face, full of fire, heavenly or infernal. "– like twin fawns of a gazelle that browse among the lilies –"

"– her lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb – milk and honey are under her tongue –" He whispered in reply, quoting another of the songs from the manuscript, making her involuntarily allow her own fingers to invade her insides at last.

She threw her head back with a girlish moan, her free hand gripping the frame of his bed, rolling her hips back and forth, stretching her tight interior with the sticky clicks of her wetness.

"– she is a spring enclosed – a sealed fountain –" He muttered and let out a low, helpless groan of relief, leaning down, his hand lying on the table top clenched into a fist.

She felt a wonderful convulsion shake her body at his words, her fleshy, moist walls beginning to throb and clench around her own fingers.

She imagined that her body had just sucked his seed deep inside her, which would take root in her like a tree, giving him a future and an inheritance.

She moaned as she felt her pleasure reach its peak, seeing for a moment only the darkness before her eyes – her fingers, all wet with her moisture stroked for a moment more the little spot deep inside her, her whole body hot and sweaty from the exertion.

Her release was wonderful and sweet, as if she had tasted the most delicious of fruits.

She opened her eyes and met his gaze, his figure relaxed and spread out comfortably on the chair, his hand laid back on its armrest, his glove sticky with something pearly and shiny.

They breathed loudly for a while, just watching each other – she decided not to cover her body, wanting to give him that pleasure, wishing only his gaze could see her like this.

Bare.

He sighed quietly, cocking his head, his gaze satisfied, indicating that he had clearly made a decision in his heart.

"– I will marry you tomorrow at dawn –"

She blinked and raised herself up on her elbows, horrified.

"– my King – that's not –"

"– I know that this was not your intention – I also know that you will understand that it will be a white marriage, which I will declare to all and sundry – you will not lose your maidenhood – you will not bear me children – the Kingdom will treat you after my death as a saint who stood by the dying King in his misery – when I join my Father in the Heavens, you will be free to remarry –" He explained and she shook her head, feeling offended by his words.

"– I will not take another husband –"

He fell silent and swallowed hard, as if something in the certainty in which she said this moved him deeply.

"– very well – I have only one condition: you will never take off my mask – not even after my death – you will see me as I am only in the Kingdom of Heaven –"

[dragonsareawesome123]

Towards the beginning of Conclave when Lawrence asks Benitez to bless their meal, Benitez starts the prayer in English and then switches to and ends the prayer in Spanish which is the exact same way that he delivers his monologue toward the end of the film in response to Tedesco’s rant about blaming Muslims for the bombings that happened and starting a religious war.

[my-castles-crumbling]

Hey Cas.. about your last ask. I am not that anon, but I used to be religious.

Please don't take this as a hate message or anything, I swear I don't mean anything bad.

I just wanted to ask something about something you said.

You said , 'you know religion and bible is created by humans right' correct me if I am wrong. I just want to point out, you know some people doesn't believe that, right? I mean, i think it's not correct to say it like it's a fact, because it may not be for other people.

Most of the believers believe religion is sent by god, so saying it's created by humans are like, wrong for many people. For most people, the books are god's words. And it is not created by humans.

Bible changed through the time, yes.

But for example Muslims don't think the quran didn't change, and it's the word of god. Religion is rules set by god, not humans.

At least that is how it is for people.

Meanwhile I agree belief depends on people and no one have to live according to religion. They can believe it's made by humans. And I agree you don't need a church or any temples, but in most religions praying places are needed, and it's okay to believe you need a church.

I believe religion is made by humans too.

I believe the bible is written by humans.

But I used to be religious, and I want you to know it's a belief. And i saw a lot of people who believes this. And just like they can't prove god exists or they can't prove religion is sent by god, we can't prove it's made by humans either.

I hope I didn't use a rude language, I tried to tell my point only, and I understand if it's surface level of words, therefore if my language is not enough to explain myself. my English is not that well.

Hi!

I'm so glad you wrote in to me about this. You definitely weren't rude, please don't worry! I'm honestly happy you said something <3

To you and anyone else who follows me who's religious, please know that I didn't intend to offend. I haven't been to church in a LONG time and even though I have a surface level understanding of some religions, I certainly don't understand them on a personal level. I don't want to make anyone feel uncomfortable for their beliefs at all- I think religious freedom is so important.

I'm putting an explanation for what I meant below the cut if you're interested, because I feel like maybe I didn't word it properly, but also like...these are just my beliefs and I'm one person so I am NOT saying I'm unequivocally right.

I guess what I meant is like...even if someone believes the bible/quran/torah/etc is the word of God, to my understanding, it's not a belief that he sent the physical book here, right? People; humans; wrote down his words? (Please, genuinely, correct me if I'm wrong. But I have a vague memory of someone writing some words on a mountain?) And then, these books have been translated and re-translated by humans hundreds of times. It's like a game of telephone--things get lost in translation. So what I meant was more that people, who have flaws, are interpreting for God. And as people have flaws, they make mistakes, or can be biased.

Same thing with religion. I'm not familiar with the organization of all religions, but with catholicism, you have the Pope, Bishops, etc...they're all humans. I think some people believe they're blessed by God, but they're not all-knowing like a lot of people believe God is. So, even unintentionally, they can make mistakes.

And absolutely, I didn't mean that you shouldn't go to church! I think churches, temples, mosques cane be wonderful places that offer safety and security for people. I know some religions require attending church/temple/mosques for prayer. But what I meant was that if there are no safe places available, I'd like to think a higher power isn't just listening in those buildings, she/he/it's listening everywhere.

I hope all of that makes sense? I really didn't mean to offend anyone, so thank you so much for saying something <3

[fairuzfan]

I've seen you posting a lot about Palestine and i wanted to ask something. I'm doing what i can wrt spreading awareness and boycotting (unfortunately do not have the funds to be donating at the moment) but this is all so terrifying and it doesn't feel like enough. Idk if this is overstepping or unnecessary or anything, but i was wondering if there's any sort of Muslim prayer i can do on behalf of the people in Palestine. It might not mean anything coming from someone who's not religious but i know people take their faith very seriously and if it means something to them it feels like the least i can do. I would do the same thing for any Christian friends or family going through a difficult time, the only difference is i have no idea how to go about it in this case (I don't really have any Muslim friends, and it's primarily Christian in the area i live). Do you have any suggestions on how i could do this? Or is it not something i should do at all?

Hey thanks for this. Its very kind of you to ask. Honestly, prayers are quite appreciated and I, and other Muslims, would never turn down such a sweet request, nor would we look down on this.

Prayers (or duaa as we call it in this instance) are definitely welcome no matter any religious affiliations. There are also many Christian Palestinians in Gaza as well.

In Islam, duaa, or supplication, is when we ask God (Allah, in Arabic) for things both material and ideological. You cup your hands together and hold them in front of you while you say the prayer. Here is an English version of a prayer you can do:

“O Allah! I complain to You of my weakness, my scarcity of resources, and the humiliation I have been subjected to by the people. O Most Merciful of those who are merciful. O Lord of the weak and my Lord too. To whom have you entrusted me? To a distant person who receives me with hostility? Or to an enemy to whom you have granted authority over my affair? So long as You are not angry with me, I do not care. Your favour is of a more expansive relief to me. I seek refuge in the light of Your Face by which all darkness is dispelled and every affair of this world and the next is set right, lest Your anger or Your displeasure descends upon me. I desire Your pleasure and satisfaction until You are pleased. There is no power and no might except by You.”

Though even putting your hands together and asking for the safety of the Gazans or any other wishes you might have are also acceptable. You don't have to do a formal prayer in which you recite something—as long as it's a genuine wish, then it's more than accepted in Islam.

You can do this anywhere and anytime. Even if you're unable to use your hands, you can still do this as long as your intention is for it to be a Duaa.

I'm not sure how Christians pray so I can't speak on that if someone else wants to provide insight.

[hadeth]

عَنْ أَبِي بَكْرِ بْنِ أَبِي مُوسَى، عَنْ أَبِيهِ، أَنَّ رَسُولَ اللَّهِ صلى الله عليه وسلم قَالَ ‏ "‏ مَنْ صَلَّ�� الْبَرْدَيْنِ دَخَلَ الْجَنَّةَ ‏"‏‏.‏  صحيح البخاري ومسلم حديث ٥٧٤ - ٦٣٥

Narrated Abu Bakr bin Abi Musa: My father said, "Allah's Messenger (peace be upon him) said, 'Whoever prays the two cool prayers (`Asr and Fajr) will go to Paradise.' " Sahih al-Bukhari 574 In-book reference : Book 9, Hadith 50 | Sahih Muslim 635a In-book reference : Book 5, Hadith 271

 فى حديث جرير فضل المبادرة والمحافظة على صلاة الصبح والعصر، وأن بذلك تناول رؤية الله تعالى، يوم القيامة، وإنما خصتا بالذكر والتأكيد لفضلهما باجتماع ملائكة الليل، وملائكة النهار فيها، وهو معنى قوله تعالى: (إن قرآن الفجر كان مشهودًا) [الإسراء: ٧٨] . وأما قوله عليه السلام: (من صلى البردين دخل الجنة) ، فإن أبا عبيدة قال: المراد بذلك الصبح والعصر، والعرب تقول للغداة والعشى: بردا النهار وأبرداه، قال الخطابى: وإنما قيل لهما: بردان، وأبردان لطيب الهواء، وبرده فى هذين الوقتين،... شرح صحيح البخاري لابن بطال

فضَّلَ الله عزَّ وجلَّ بحِكمتِه بعضَ العِباداتِ على بعضٍ؛ لِما تتميَّزُ به، وجعَلَها سَببًا لدُخولِ الجنَّةِ، ومِن تِلك الأعمالِ ما ذَكَرَه النبيُّ صلَّى اللهُ عليه وسلَّمَ في هذا الحديثِ عن فَضلِ صَلاتَيِ البَرْدَيْنِ، وهُما الفَجرُ والعَصرُ، وسُمِّيَتا بهذا الاسمِ؛ لأنَّهما يَقعانِ في وقتِ إبرادِ الجَوِّ وتلَطُّفِه في الصَّباحِ حيثُ تَظهرُ رُطوبةُ الهواءِ وبُرودَتُه، وعندَ العصرِ حيثُ يَظهرُ انكِسارُ حرارةِ النَّهارِ والدُّخولُ في وقتِ اعتدالِ الجَوِّ، حيثُ بَيَّنَ النبيُّ صلَّى اللهُ عليه وسلَّمَ أنَّ مَن صلَّى هاتَينِ الصَّلاتَينِ بِحقِّهِما دخَلَ الجنَّةَ.وخصَّ هنا الفَجرَ والعصرَ؛ لأنَّ الفَجرَ يكونُ عندَ لذَّةِ النَّومِ، والعصرَ يكونُ عندَ اشتِغالِ الإنسانِ بعَملِه، فمَن حافَظَ عليهِما كان مِن بابِ أَوْلى أنْ يُحافِظَ على بقيَّةِ الصَّلواتِ. وقيل: إنَّما خُصَّتَا بالذِّكْرِ والتأكيدِ؛ لفَضْلِهما باجتِماعِ مَلائكةِ اللَّيلِ وملائكةِ النَّهارِ فيهما، وتعا��ُبِهم وصُعودِهم إلى السَّماءِ فيُخبِرون اللهَ بأحوالِ العِبادِ وهو أعلَمُ بهم؛ فالأَولى أن يَكونَ العبدُ على طاعةٍ في هذَينِ الوقتَينِ لِيَفوزَ بالجَنَّةِ، وقد قال تعالى مِصْداقًا لذلك: {وَسَبِّحْ بِحَمْدِ رَبِّكَ قَبْلَ طُلُوعِ الشَّمْسِ وَقَبْلَ الْغُرُوبِ} [ق: 39].وفي الحديثِ: فَضلُ المحافَظةِ على صَلاتَيِ الفَجرِ والعصرِ.وفيه: عِظَمُ أجرِ العِبادةِ وقْتَ التَّشاغُلِ والغَفلةِ. الدرر السنية

The Prophet (may Allah's peace and blessings be upon him) encourages the observance of the Bardayn, namely the Fajr and ‘Asr prayers. He gave glad tidings for whoever observes them in their due manner in terms of time, congregation, etc, that they would be a means of admitting him to Paradise. 

Benefits from the Hadith

The merit of observing the Fajr and ‘Asr prayers; is that the Fajr occurs at the time of deep sleep and ‘Asr occurs when one is occupied with his work. Therefore, whoever observes them will observe the rest of the prayers with greater reason. 

The Fajr and ‘Asr prayers were called "Bardayn" because of the cold night breeze at the time of the Fajr prayer and the cold daytime breeze at the time of the ‘Asr prayer, even though it is hot at that time yet it is less hot than the time that precedes it; or they were called by way of dominance, as the sun and moon are called: the two moons.  Hadith Translation/ Explanation : English Urdu Spanish Indonesian Uyghur Bengali French Turkish Russian Bosnian Sinhalese Indian Chinese Persian Vietnamese Tagalog Kurdish Hausa Portuguese Malayalam Telgu Swahili Thai Pashto Assamese Swedish Amharic Dutch Gujarati Kyrgyz Nepali Yoruba Dari Serbian Somali Kinyarwanda Romanian الموري Malagasy Oromo Kannada: https://hadeethenc.com/en/browse/hadith/4198

[galleryofart]

And the Prayer of Faith Shall Save the Sick

Artist: John Frederick Lewis (English, 1804-1876)

Date: 1872

Medium: Oil on panel

Collection: Yale Center for British Art, New Haven, CT, United States

Description

Painted twenty years after John Frederick Lewis returned to London after a decade in Cairo, this picture’s title is a quotation from the Epistle of St. James in the New Testament, yet the work apparently depicts a Muslim man reading from the Koran. The cross-cultural ambiguity is complicated further by the close resemblance of the reclining sick woman to Lewis’s wife, Marianne; furthermore, the cross-legged reader appears to be a self-portrait of the artist. A panel on the wall bears a relief of the ancient Egyptian goddess Hathor, and above this is a quotation from the Koran: “We have embraced the faith, so forgive us.” Lewis’s paintings often point out convergences between the cultures of the Middle East and of Victorian Britain, and this sympathetic scene of Muslim piety, bearing a biblical title, may have reminded British viewers of the importance of understanding religious differences and challenging orientalist stereotypes.

[balrogballs]

Balls, do you speak Hindi because I found the perfect meme for your fic

I do not speak Hindi haha, my first language is Malayalam, then German and English if I were to rank them…

I do know some VERY rudimentary Urdu because if you noticed from Prayers, the North Malabar (Kozhikode) Muslim dialect uses a few loanwords from Urdu and Arabic, but otherwise my comprehension is at a solid 25%. My parents don’t speak much Hindi either hence me not learning it.

Amusingly, I can actually read Hindi perfectly, I know the script, I just don’t know what it means… same with Tamil and, for some reason involving 11-y/o Balls and her hyperfixations, Thai script (i have never been to thailand).

Apologies but maybe you can translate the meme!

[uma1ra]

Ayatul Kursi teaches us that there is only one true God, Allah, who alone is worthy of worship. Allah is Perfect in His Names and Attributes. He does not sleep, nor does He get tired. He controls and knows everything, and nothing can happen unless He wills it.

Promise of Paradise:

A hadith (a saying of the Prophet) states that whoever recites Ayat al-Kursi after each prayer, nothing will prevent them from entering Paradise except death.

Protection and Blessing:

Reciting this verse after prayer is considered a way to seek protection and blessings from Allah.

Importance:

It is a highly recommended practice among Muslims to make this part of their routine after each prayer.

ترجمہ: کنزالایمان اللہ ہے جس کے سوا کوئی معبود نہیں وہ آپ زندہ اور اوروں کا قائم رکھنے والا اسے نہ اونگھ آئے نہ نیند اسی کا ہے جو کچھ آسمانوں میں ہے اور جو کچھ زمین میں وہ کون ہے جو اس کے یہاں سفارش کرے بے اس کے حکم کے جانتا ہے جو کچھ ان کے آگے ہے اور جو کچھ ان کے پیچھے اور وہ نہیں پاتے اس کے علم میں سے مگر جتنا وہ چاہے اس کی کرسی میں سمائے ہوئے ہیں آسمان اور زمین اور اسے بھاری نہیں ان کی نگہبانی اور وہی ہے بلند بڑائی والا۔

Ayatul Kursi Transliteration/Roman

Allaaho Laa Elaaha Illaa Howa, Al-Hayyul Qayyoomo, Laa Taakhozohu Senatuwn Walaa Nawmun,

Lahu Maa Fis Samaawaate Wa Maa Fil Arze, Man Zal Laze Yash-Fa-O’ I’ndahu Illaa Be-Iznehi,

Ya’lamo Maa Bayna Aydeehim Wa Maa Khalfahum, Wa Laa Yoheetoona Be Shayim Min I’lmehi Illaa Bemaa Shaaa-A, Wase-A’ Kursiyyohus Samaawaate Wal Arza, Wa Laa Ya-Oodohu Hifzohomaa, Wa Howal A’liyyul A’zeemo. Laa Ikraaha Fid Deene, Qad Tabayyanar Rushdo Menal Ghayye, Famayn Yakfur Bit-Taaghoote Wa Yoo-Mim Billaahe Faqadis Tamsaka Bil-U’rwatil Wusqaa, Lanfesaama Lahaa, Wallaaho Samee-U’n A’leemun. Allaaho Waliyyul Lazeena Aamanoo, Yukhrejohum Menaz Zolomaate Elan Noore, Wallazeena Kafaroo Awleyaaa-O-Homut Taaghooto Yukhrejoonahum Menan Noore Elaz Zolomaate, Oolaa-Eka Ashaabun Naare, Hum Feehaa Khaaledoon

Ayatul Kursi Translation In English:

The translation of Ayatul Kursi in English is as follows:

In the Name of the God, the All-Merciful, the Most Pitying.

Allah! There is no God worthy of worship except Him, the Immortal, All-Assisting. Neither drowsiness nor sleep overtakes Him. He owns whatever is in the heavens and whatever is on the earth. Who could negotiate with Him without His permission? He knows what is forth of them and what is beyond them, but no one can grasp any of His knowledge—except what He wills to reveal. His ultimate seat encloses all the heavens and the earth, and the preservation and care of both do not tire Him. For He is the Highest, the Greatest.

[tu-es-gegg]

untuk hari bahasa ini, saya cubalah mengajarkan semua tentang sikit budaya melayu dan berkongsi kosa kata juga (ENG TRANSLATION)

(for this language day, I will try to teach a little about Malay culture and share vocabulary as well)

i made the original post detailing some fun stuff abt my culture of being malay (specifically from perspective living as a Malay from Singapore), i want to do an english translation so its more accessible to those who don't speak malay. This isnt an exact translation (plus im adding mroe additonal info) so keep that inmind

FIRST, what is the Malay language? This is an Austronesian language, also the national language in Brunei, Malaysia and Singapore. Malay is usually written in Latin script, also known as Rumi. There is also Jawi script based on Arabic writing. If you want to know (most) letters in Jawi, this is a video stuck in my head from Andalus (I'm bad at writing in Jawi and Arabic too, even though I study, I don't know much;;;)

Malay culture is deeply connected with Muslim culture, that's why a lot of malay festivities and celebrations revolve around the islamic calender. one such celebration is Hari Raya. there are two ceremonies; Aidilfitri and Haji, I will talk about Hari Raya Aidilfitri only because it is close this year and most well known (for context, its litterally in april this year).

The previous month is Ramadan where we fast/puasa. We do not eat from Subuh (around sunrise) to Maghrib (around sunset) (these are two of the names of the prayer times, in Islam we are supposed to pray around 5 times a day during different intervals. it goes Subuh, Zohor, Asar, Maghrib, Isyak). Before dawn, want to eat Sahur and then pray. At Maghrib, want to eat to break the fast/ berbuka puasa (usually say "buka" for short). Also in this month before Aidifilti, the family will prepare by cleaning the house for visitors, buy new baju kurung, get kuih, etc etc.

aaaa there are a lot of kuih, here's anything I can name (many are from Singapore); kuih lapis, kuih salat? ondeh ondeh, kuih bahulu, kuih dadar, BISKUT CORNFLAKES OMG does that count?. there are many more lol.

ALSO! In Singapore, during Ramadan, there is a huge Night Market in Geylang. Not only in Geylang there is a night market but this is very popular. There are MANY stalls selling food. Everyone who buys from geylang night market knows Ramly Burger, deep-fried Oreos, vadai, KEBAB, DENGDENG. (I like to buy rolled ice cream and chicken kebab mmmm)

In Geylang too, they will buy traditional clothes to visit family. Baju kurung (ehh for traditional clothes, women wear baju kurung, men wear baju melayu but the names are the same anyway) is the normal clothing. Often, one household will choose to coordinate colors together (but it's not mandatory, lmao my family doesn't care)

For men, they wear songkok (that flat black hat) and samping (the long scarf wrapping around the waist)

For women, wear a sarong (skirt) with a long top. If desired, will also wear a tudung (type of hijab) (i should also clarify for muslim women its their choice whether they want to habitually wear hijab. its not just specific to just baju kurung. for example i have lots of aunties that dont wear hijab at all meanwhile i have a lot of aunts who do)

Baju kurung is also worn at other festivities, such as weddings

(my whole childhood I attended so many weddings, this is another topic lmaooooo)

On Hari Raya Aidifilti but before going to raya (this is what we generally call going out to see family), close family in will ask for forgiveness. (it's important the forgiveness is not one-sided, the adults will also ask forgiveness from the younger family members too). Usually this is when people start crying. After that, we go RAYA!!! When in someone else's house, if you are not working now, you can get duit raya! (because I grew up in singapore surrounded by chinese influence, I also call this "angpao" too)

OHHHH THERE IS A LOT OF FOOD;;;; My grandmother would cook a lot during Ramadan and Hari Raya. Rendang, lontong, KETUPAT OHHH KETUPAT, CHICKEN CURRY (my mother every aidifitri cooks green chicken curry, FOR HARI RAYA AIDIFITRI ONLY, ohhhhh that's my favorite part, ASBFKASB I'M HUNGRY.)

(theres also like way more cuisine than this, iu havent even mentioned nasi goreng and nasi lemak and briyani and FUCKIGN BEGEDIL;;;;)

ketupat is kind of icon to represent Aidifilti holiday, for example:

other icons of hari raya include: bunga api, neon string lights, bamboo torches, etc.

I love Hari Raya even thoug my feet hurt ALOT after visiting LOTS OF FAMILY AND FRIENDS OH MY GOD:;; it's okay if you take your shoes off in the house somehow your FEET WILL HURT at the end of the day;;;;;;

uhhhh others about malay culture? we have art! A martial art is silat melayu! I don't know much about this but it's great

there is performance art: one example is dikir barat

juga ada permainan, ada yang terkenal ialah wau (kite)

and congkak (like that one club penguin game, mancala, im not kidding)

there are many malay cultures that are also from indonesian culture because of its influence. (Mainly malay culture was influenced by its neighboring cultures such as from Thailand, Sumatra, Java. Malay culture were from Hinduism before then converting to Islam) That's why we have wayang kulit (natively from Java) (a lot of indonesian culture and malay cultures share similar things because of kinda their similar roots and their spread of their own culture, hence why we also have similar dishes, traditonal clothes, even our language is kinda 70% the same)

Do you know; Singapore was discovered by Sang Nila Utama and was originally Malay kingdom (at that time the island was called Temasek before it was owned by the British) (the original indigenous of Singapore are called Orang Laut, litterally translated to "people of the sea"). That is why in Singapore, the language and the national anthem (Majulah Singapura) is in Malay. Singapore is not only for Chinese people, we Malays and Indians are also here;;;

(and im not at all from malaysia god please none of my relatives are. Malaysian is referring to the country, Malay is the language and the ethnic group)

There's a whole lot more I haven't even touched on, like lmao there's a whole thing about weddings and a whole baby shower thing.

theres also a lot of singaporean stuff i want to share i haven't even mentioned singlish but thats a post for another time

[archangeldyke-all]

can i please request sevika with an arab reader, people always write about poc but never arabs specifically

sure!

just a disclaimer! i'm not arab-- so if i get anything wrong please feel free to let me know and i'll change asap!

men and minors dni

first of all, if you speak arabic, sevika would be enchanted by it. she'd always ask you to speak arabic to her-- even though she can't understand any of it, she just loves the way you sound speaking your language.

sometimes, if she can't sleep at night, she'll have you read something in arabic to her. it doesn't matter what. sometimes, you read her a book, but sometimes, you can just read her an instruction manual to a table in arabic. she doesn't understand it, and either way she'll be snoring in minutes.

she'd be obsessed with the food. hummus, dolma, kebabs, falafel, fattoush, shawarma-- she loves it all. i always picture her as someone who likes savory, spicy flavors the most, and arabic food has sooo many delicious dishes that highlight these flavors.

she's always begging you to cook for her. and if you can't cook, she starts teaching herself how to cook so that the two of you can indulge in your culture's food whenever you want.

she's convinced arabic poetry is the most romantic poetry in the world. for your anniversary, she buys you guys a big book-- a collection of arabic love poems, written in both arabic and english, so you can read it together, side by side. (it's littered with post-it notes when you receive it-- all of them placed by her next to lines and poems that reminded her of you)

this becomes the go to book for you to read to her when she's trying to fall asleep.

she starts to practice the language. she's always having you teach her new words, and you laugh each time at her pronunciation, but she really does try her best.

she also loves seeing you write in arabic, and she's always asking you to write things for her. especially her name.

she learns how to make tea the way you like it, so that she can always press a warm cup in your hand. she knows that it's a custom in arab homes to have tea with most meals, and she wants you to feel at home with her.

if you're a hijabi (i know that not all arabs are muslim, but i think about 90% are) she's constantly coming home with new scarfs for you to wear. and if she can, she gets a poncho in the same fabric-- so you guys can match.

also, if you're muslim, sevika loves watching you pray. she'll find you on your prayer mat while she's searching the house for you to ask you a question, and she'll freeze in her tracks, softly admiring you as you pray. sometimes, she'll sit down in the nearest chair and watch you until you're done.

you always jump when you turn around and find her behind you, smiling sweetly at you. she always laughs.

"what do you want?" you ask as you roll your prayer mat up. she just shrugs.

"dunno. i was gonna ask you something but i got distracted watching you." she says honestly.

she's always playing arab music at home for you. she doesn't understand what they're singing, but she likes the way you smile when you hear the familiar music in your home. sometimes, it makes for funny moments, like when she puts on a song she thinks is incredibly sensual as she tries to seduce you and you have to stop her half way though to laugh when you register that the lyrics of the song are actually about a man planning on lighting his ex's new boyfriend's car on fire.

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[octuscle]

I’m tired of the problems created in the neighborhood lately, and I’m sure is fault of the arabs that are coming. I wanted to use “Good American” option to transform those arabs into normal people, but they caught me and use the app against me transforming me into a arab jock, help I don’t want to be like them, they will probably turn me into a thief and sell drugs to minors like they probably do!

Relax! I'm pretty sure no one wants to hurt you. How do you feel? All good? It's getting started. It doesn't start in your head. But it starts on your head. Your MAGA cap disappears. And instead you have a knitted white prayer cap on. You don't even notice it when you go to the bathroom to pee. Just as you don't notice your circumcised dick. Fuck, these American toilets are really unhygienic. How much would you like to have a good Arabic standing toilet. But here? With the infidels? Rare to get. That's when your prayer app kicks in. Midday prayer. You do your ablutions, roll out your carpet and do your duty as a good Muslim. Actually, you are not overly religious. But it's good to be one with Allah at least once a day.

Now let's get some fresh air. You greet the Abbas family, who are having lunch on the terrace next door. After the midday prayer, it is routine for you to go to the gym on Sunday. There are mostly brothers here in the gym anyway. But early Sunday afternoon is the best time if you want to be among yourselves. There are hardly any Christians here then. And no one makes a stupid remark when you talk in Arabic. Although you usually switch directly to English when an infidel is there. Out of politeness. And so that no one thinks you are planning bomb attacks. The Christians are really all sons of bitches!

It's 4:00 p.m. when your cell phone rings. Your boss, Mr. Abbas. Sure, Sunday is a normal working day for you. And in emergencies you have to react quickly. A quick look in the mirror. Yes, Arabs are the alphas. Not the lazy and effeminate "good Americans". They would suffocate in their own filth, if people like you would not take care of their shit. In your locker are your stinky work clothes. You really don't need to shower to put them on. Outside is the van with the imprint "Abbas' Sewer Cleaning". Off to the customer. It's going to be another shitty job, in the truest sense of the word.

Your work jacket is in the back of the van. You used to have to gag when you put it on. Now you get a boner. You don't have to be ashamed of your job and your heritage. Unlike your fucking MAGA neighbor, you're a hard-working American and a taxpayer.

[vulcajes]

Marauders and Co's religious upbringings ✨️

Note: this is all my own hcs and all for a muggle au. I don't think purebloods had religion. Maybe I'll make that post explaining my hc on religion in the wizarding world someday

James — Hindu or Muslim on his mother's side, Catholic on his father's. He'd probably lean more towards his mother's religion bc he's a mummy's boy

Peter — Anglican or Jewish. He's 100% English to me and I can see him being one of the two but I don't think he'd have been raised religious

Remus — I can see him being either Jewish or Catholic, maybe both. Catholic on Lyall's side, Jewish on Hope's if he's both. Also, he was raised deeply religious btw (Hope is very religious whether she's Jewish or Catholic idc)

Lily — I can see her being raised Catholic (projecting). She probably isn't particularly religious (lost her faith as she grew up) but remembers all her prayers and how to do Mass

Mary — her mum is Catholic and her dad is Rastafarian, but they never really bothered with religion and focused on making sure she's loved

Marlene — her mum is Catholic but her dad was raised on Chinese folklore and passed that on to his daughter. She doesn't gaf about religion but probably thinks her Chinese heritage and folklore is sick and is proud of it

Emmeline — her Korean family is Buddhist but her Scottish family is Protestant. She doesn't gaf about religion but she thinks Buddhism is cool (anything to make her feel closer to her Korean family)

Alice — Catholic and devout. ROI girly and will go to Mass as often as possible. She knows Latin. My queen.

Frank — Protestant and devout. He's Northern Irish to me and as much as he'd like Ireland to be independent together again, he's still very Protestant and a follower.

Dorcas — Muslim born and raised. Both her parents are devout followers of Islam and she's pretty religious too, but not majorly. It guides her morals and any hard choices she makes.

Pandora — Pandora Lovegood wouldn't be religious (her scientist nature would make her suspicious of religion) but Pandora Rosier would either be Eastern Orthodox or Dogon (very different ik but that's bc I see the Rosiers as either South African/Italian or Ukrainian)

Evan — like Pandora, I can see him as being Eastern Orthodox or Dogan. More into religion than his sister. Their father was Italian and Catholic but he wasn't particularly religious. Their mother was deeply spiritual, though.

Barty — Russian Orthodox on his mother's side and his dad isn't religious. Mrs. Crouch was devoutly Orthodox and their house was covered in iconography, Barty was raised as such.

Sybill — worshipper of the Hellenistic pantheon. She's Greek imo and holds her cultural and religious heritage very closely to her heart

Xenophilius — Lutheran but he has a fascination with Norse mythology (he's Norwegian in my hc). He doesn't necessarily believe in it but it's a big part of his life.

The Black family — probably not particularly religious but would go to religious events to keep up appearances. I can see them being Anglican or Mormon in an American au. But also selfishly I want them to be Catholic because it's sooooo cunty.

[dailyhadeeth]

Fasting in the Month of Ramadhan

Hadith: Arabic Text followed by English Translation.  عَنْ أَبِي هُرَيْرَةَ، قَالَ قَالَ رَسُولُ اللَّهِ صلى الله عليه وسلم ‏”‏ مَنْ صَامَ رَمَضَانَ إِيمَانًا وَاحْتِسَابًا غُفِرَ لَهُ مَا تَقَدَّمَ مِنْ ذَنْبِهِ ‏”‏‏.‏ رواه البخاري، ٣٨ Narrated Abu Huraira: Allah’s Messenger (ﷺ) said, Whoever observes fasts during the month of Ramadan out of sincere faith, and hoping to attain Allah’s rewards, then all his past sins will be forgiven. Narrated by Al-Bukhari, 38 Download The New Sunnah Assistant Android App: Manage all your To-Dos & Tasks to help you become a Better and Productive Muslim. It includes an option to get Prayer Time Alerts and Sunnah Reminders Download Now for Free