#my jannah in this world

[saba-hussaini]

Wallah, I miss my mom soo much! I wish I could just hug her right now. May Allah swt reunite us soon

(she lives in a different country)

So If you can hug your mom, just go and do it!

[sabrgirl]

salam ♡ sending love to you all :') i pray you're all okay and also making use of these first 10 days of dhul hijjah! and if you're not then this is your reminder to ♡

[lesbiantriphosphate]

i thought there would be one million people writing fic about the great cities series mostly bc of that last paragraph like come on. she started the sex scene for you just finish it!!! actually there are 5 fics in the tag and they’re all gen. which is FINE ITS FINE.

[9amartt]

I tasted hope…

I tasted trust in Allah’s decree and i’ve never been more accepting of myself and everything that happens in my environment.

Alhamdulillah.

Being what they call ‘delusional’ is indeed the key to a happy life.

Be delusional about Allah’s decree, He split the sea for Musa, saved Yusuf from the belly of a whale, and split the moon for Muhammad. He created you! Isn’t that enough of a miracle?

Allah created you and He is the disposer of every single one of your affairs.

We will all die, wether we suffer or not, wether we sacrifice or not, wether we give up on our desires or not, wether we exhaust our weak bodies and minds or not, wether we spend this life wailing or laughing. It all ends in death. And one step in Jannah makes you forget years of pain, meanwhile one step in Jahannam makes you forget all the pleasures of this world.

So be akhira-minded. Hopeful in Allah’s decree.

Know that this dunyah is but an hour compared to the akhirah, it really is not worth despairing for.

Sit in loneliness with your lord often, think about your decisions, regret your past sins, trust that Allah is forgiving but not forgetful. Seek His forgiveness.

Before taking any steps, dispose all the burden of your worries on Him, make dua, cry between His hands, spend the night He has blessed you with in worship. Cry.

Really, cry. Let out all the pains you stored during the day.

Smile upon hardship. Say as they say: ‘Allah is my Lord and disposed of Affairs’, say it with your heart. And mean it.

Stand up now. Compete with your nafs and shaytan, be competitive and do not let them win over you. For the reward is worth the struggle and more.

Let the future for its creator, regret the past but don’t let your regret cause you to hate yourself or destroy your present, rather, let it be a lesson for you. Live your present.

And this is my heartfelt advice to you.

A dear friend of mine, who got out of the loop of depression and despair before us, sent me once a beautiful text she had written about hope In Allah. I told her jokingly: ‘it’s funny how this is coming from the most suicidal person I know’ she said: ‘Allah granted me tawfiq in becoming human again’

Human.

What makes us human is our relationship with Allah.

So come back to being Human. Come join the caravan of hopeful believers. Come join the saving ark. The ark of Allah.

Come join our ranks, let’s reinforce each other, this path is a lonely one, so let’s be each other’s assistance.

[readingbibooks]

“I desired men but just could not see how man-on-man sex could happen for me. Although I had the inner urge, it would not work in my assigned gender. The answer turned out to be that I’m really a woman and I want hetero sex. After hormone replacement therapy, when estrogen had worked its womanly mysteries on my body and mind, when men began to express sexual desire for me, then I could really see it happening. In my case, I needed gender transition to actualize my bisexual potential… many MTF [male to female] women tell similar stories about themselves. I’m a typical transsexual in this respect.”

- Sister Jannah, Getting Bi: Voices of Bisexuals Around the World

[wrappedinamysteryy]

May the one whom you love be written for you in the best way possible, or may Allāh grant you someone who respects your love so much that both of you strive to be better for each other in this world and Jannah. I know many people who cry and ache from loving someone they cannot have. It's a human emotion. It's a pain that each person feels deeply, and seeing such conditions in our ummah hurts me.

So tonight, my prayer is for those grieving for unreturned love. May Allāh make it easy for you and grant you what your heart truly seeks in the best way possible.🩷 -wrappedinamystery

[hilmm]

Rasulullah ﷺ said:

"Among the inmates of Hell, a person who had led the most luxurious life in this world will be brought up on the Day of Resurrection and dipped in the Fire and will be asked:

'O son of Adam! Did you ever experience any comfort? Did you happen to get any luxury?'

He will reply: 'By Allah, no, my Rubb.'

And then one of the people of Jannah who had experienced extreme misery in the life of this world will be dipped in Jannah. Then he will be asked:

'O son of Adam! Did you ever experience any misery? Did you ever encounter difficulty?'

He will say: "By Allah, no my Rubb, I neither experienced misery nor passed through hardship."

— [Muslim 2807]

[simplegenius042]

Late Music Monday and Partners-In-Law Meme

Tagged by @imogenkol

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Late Music Monday, songs for characters from The UnTitledverse, The Silver Chronicles and Life, Despair & Monsters. Not in that order though. Partners-In-Law Meme for my V, Judy and River. Songs and template below the cut:

Welp, here I go rambling about the parallels of Silva and Paul once more. Alright so, I think by now we've mostly gotten well-aware that Silva (and Paul) have not had good experiences in regards to religion. Most certainly due to the fact they were both born in a cult that abides by puritanism and fascist beliefs, which, by the time of Paul's birth, also gained a militaristic mindset with the introduction of the Enforcers when Adam took charge as their Prophet. The Congregation of Adam's Guard, on surface level, preaches and demands virtue and righteousness from its followers, to effectively become morally pure under their Prophet's watching eyes, especially if they wanted to see Paradise after the world falls to the Collapse when all seven Frozen Omens melt. To not adhere to or display any other qualities other than their "norm" was punished with extreme force, and by the time Adam came into charge, with death. Which explains why under the surface of the cult's message, is a foundation rooted in colonialism and xenophobia, tied up in a bow of hypocrisy that is used to justify all kinds of depraved and heinous actions the Congregation and their Prophet allows. Silva and Paul are both victims of the Congregations persecutions and discrimination. Both had been under the God-fearing foot of the Congregation, with Paul being amongst the segregated Tumultites and Silva enduring under Adam Omar's terror. Both Silva and Paul eventually reject the Congregation, (a) because the Congregation wants them dead, (b) long-term wise, especially under Adam's tyranny, the Congregation and the society it has built through fearmongering cannot survive the inevitable collapse from the insufficient resources that protects them from the environment and the spark of rebellion due to the less fortunate citizens living under the pressure of becoming "pure" and (c) the Congregation sucks. Silva and Paul instead adopt the Tumultite community's values and beliefs, especially of their first revolutionary leader, Jannah, who Paul especially aspires to be like. Finally, Paul and Silva, once in the modern world, while not believers in the predominant religions (especially in America), do not hold any ill-thought towards such groups; Silva rather admires some of the lessons spoken and wishes she could have the same comfort that their God gives to others, meanwhile Paul is only hostile to people who hide behind God to harm and oppress others... otherwise he's pretty agnostic to the whole thing. One things clear though; their experiences with the Congregation had irreversibly shattered their perceptions of being able to seek any kind of comfort under any deity, especially with the associated pain that haunts them to this day. The song below can fit either one of Silva or Paul or even both.

"First things first I'ma say all the words inside my head I'm fired up and tired of the way that things have been, oh-ooh The way that things have been, oh-ooh

Second things second Don't you tell me what you think that I could be I'm the one at the sail, I'm the master of my sea, oh-ooh The master of my sea, oh-ooh

I was broken from a young age Taking my sulking to the masses Writing my poems for the few That look at me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me Singing from heartache, from the pain Taking my message from the veins Speaking my lesson from the brain Seeing the beauty through the...

Pain! You made me a, you made me a believer, believer Pain! You break me down, you build me up, believer, believer Pain! Oh, let the bullets fly, oh, let them rain My life, my love, my drive, it came from... Pain! You made me a, you made me a believer, believer

Third things third Send a prayer to the ones up above All the hate that you've heard has turned your spirit to a dove, oh-ooh Your spirit up above, oh-ooh

I was choking in the crowd Building my rain up in the cloud Falling like ashes to the ground Hoping my feelings, they would drown But they never did, ever lived, ebbing and flowing Inhibited, limited till it broke open And rained down It rained down like...

Pain! You made me a, you made me a believer, believer Pain! You break me down, you build me up, believer, believer Pain! Oh, let the bullets fly, oh, let them rain My life, my love, my drive, it came from... Pain! You made me a, you made me a believer, believer

Last things last By the grace of the fire and the flames You're the face of the future, the blood in my veins, oh-ooh The blood in my veins, oh-ooh

But they never did, ever lived, ebbing and flowing Inhibited, limited till it broke open And rained down It rained down like...

Pain! You made me a, you made me a believer, believer Pain! You break me down, you build me up, believer, believer Pain! Oh, let the bullets fly, oh, let them rain My life, my love, my drive, it came from... Pain! You made me a, you made me a believer, believer!

Eden "Evie" Bloodleech, formerly known as Evie Jackson, was picked up and became an experiment for Sir Enigma Malvolio. Unfortunately, she survived the process and became one of his rare human successes, which was a mindset that was further encouraged by her apparent likeness for her "rebirth" and led him to continue his absurd quest to evolve humans to a level he sees as perfect for them, allowing Evie to officially join the Ruins of the Midnight Rise as both a valuable member and a prized success story. He sent her out in his stead for diplomatic purposes, allowing her to use her abilities to charm potential investors and allies to further his illicit research. Eventually she was sent back to her original universe in my An Invite To Wine And Dine WIP (set in The Invitation) to infiltrate the Alexander Family in order to dethrone Dracula and take the three families he held control under her wing... or rather tendril. And... she's rather a show-off (byproduct of being one of Malvolio's rare favorites I guess):

"There's only two types of people in the world The ones that entertain, and the ones that observe Well, baby, I'm a put-on-a-show kinda girl Don't like the backseat, gotta be first (Oh, oh) I'm like the ringleader, I call the shots (Call the shots) I'm like a firecracker, I make it hot

When I put on a show I feel the adrenaline moving through my veins Spotlight on me and I'm ready to break I'm like a performer, the dance floor is my stage Better be ready, hope that you feel the same

All eyes on me in the center of the ring Just like a circus When I crack that whip, everybody gon' trip Just like a circus Don't stand there watching me, follow me Show me what you can do Everybody let go, we make a dance floor Just like a circus."

And finally, a I'm sure I've used before, but am gonna do it again because "I'm So Sorry" not only slaps, but fits the main antagonist of The UnTitledverse's first saga, Edward Carmine, quite well, if you squint. He's a menace to society and should not be in charge of any leadership roles, even as a CEO. Edward's the type of man to burn all his bridges and blame a child he manipulated for it. Diabolical man that just won't get the hint and stay dead. Extremely petty and arrogant, as antagonists like him should be. By far, amongst one of my favourite antagonist OCs (though that's probably because he's one of the first ones to be developed). Listen below:

"About time for anyone telling you off for all your deeds No sign the roaring thunder stopped in cold to read (No time) I get mine and make no excuses Waste of precious breath (No time) The sun shines on everyone Everyone, love yourself to death

So you gotta fire up, you gotta let go You'll never be loved till you've made your own You gotta face up, you gotta get yours You never know the top till you get too low

A son of a stepfather A son of a, I'm so sorry A son of a stepfather A son of a, I'm so sorry

No lies and no deceiving, man is what he loves I keep tryin' to conceive that death is from above (No time) I get mine and make no excuses Waste of precious breath (No time) The sun shines on everyone Everyone, love yourself to death

So you gotta fire up, you gotta let go You'll never be loved till you've made your own You gotta face up, you gotta get yours You never know the top till you get too low

A son of a stepfather A son of a, I'm so sorry A son of a stepfather A son of a, I'm so sorry

Life isn't always what you think it'd be Turn your head for one second and the tables turn And I know, I know that I did you wrong But will you trust me when I say that I'll make it up to you Somehow? Somehow?"

And lastly, a Partners-In-Law meme for my V (actual name Min-Ji "Vasilisa" Choi), her new partner Judy Álvarez and her amicable ex River Ward. [Note: I'm assuming affection refers to their feelings for their mutual partner. Also I never romanced River and am just taking taking whatever information I can recall or from the internet in regards to his preferences and sexuality and the information I've found (especially the wiki compared to everything else) is quite conflicting so I'm going with Bi-curious]:

[flowersofjannah]

...It's all too much, the pains of this world. And I keep telling myself, the final abode is jannah where everything will ALWAYS be good. But the path until jannah is full of scary things. Ya Ar-Rahman protect and take care of us in the best of ways until we set our feet into jannah, Ya Rabb accept my dua, ameen ya rabb.

[hymnsofheresy]

I know it’s cliche but right now with all the horror happening I just keep asking where is god? I see videos of Palestinians calling for god and saying they give themselves to God while they’re surrounded by their dead family and I just … I feel so much aching. Like I believe in God but also are we all abandoned by God? How else can all these horrors be happening? I’m so sad. Where is God.

The problem of evil has no easy answer, no matter how much apologists claim that it does. I would be concerned if people weren't deeply troubled and shaken when witnessing the devastation of Gaza.

Suffering is in many ways inevitable for everyone, no matter who they might be ("good" or "evil"). This life is not easy. People inflict harm unto one another, sometimes in the most horrific of ways. Death happens to us all, some more brutally than others. The trauma of existence is unavoidable.

In Christianity, there is this notion of God being amongst the suffering (thus the significance of the cross) but human beings will ultimately transcend that suffering in Christ and/or upon uniting with God in heaven. In Islam, there is also an understanding the suffering is an inevitability but people will be freed from that suffering upon uniting with God in Jannah once they surrender to God ("Islam" literally means to surrender). God is the ultimate form of peace in both religions. So when witnessing the Palestinians in Gaza who are declaring themselves to God (both Christians and Muslims) they are taking refuge in God.

I cannot answer the question "Why does God allow bad things to happen?" That question cannot be answered, but meditated and prayed on.

What I will say is that, at least in my faith, Jesus Christ is suffering with the Palestinians. God has experienced every bit of pain and affliction that human beings have experienced and every sin that has been committed. And that that God understands intimately the suffering of this world. God is crying with us.

[superfanficnatural]

The Son: Chapter 24

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Male!Reader (The Son)

Summary: You’ve finally broken free of the forces controlling you at a great cost, though the cost of doing so was even greater than you thought. Now, you fight for the antithesis of what you had been representing, and have to grapple with finding your own place in the galaxy while grappling with the person trying to find their way into your heart. Will The Son choose the light? Or the dark? Whatever the answer may be, may the force be with us.

A/N: I screamed while writing this, then again while getting ready to write this author note because… THE SMUT IS FINALLY HERE!!! I am so sorry this took ages, school has been kicking my ass and this smut was testing me, but I hope that it’s good enough to make up for lost time! While I knew this was gonna be a slowburn series, I did not expect it to take this long even though yeah they've been together for a few chapters by now... but oh well?? Also, this chapter was beta’d by the lovely @h1gh-funct1on1ng-soc1opath !! So huge shoutout and thank you to them! Check out their amazing works as well for more male reader and beyond! As always, I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Fluff, SMUT, NSFW (18+), Kissing, Rimming, Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Breeding, Dirty Talk, End of the world sex? lol, Choking, Biting, Overstimulation, Masturbation/Mutual, Rough Sex AND Soft Sex?, Praise???, Slight Possessiveness?

Word Count: 6,782

Italics are your thoughts

Masterpost

“What?” you could see Poe’s heart drop.

Your connection to the force was finally rectified and you felt it clear as day; Leia was gone, “I don’t understand...”

You wondered if the Resistance had been attacked or something along those lines until the connection became clearer to you. It wasn’t as if you could see or hear anything, necessarily, but the information was given to you intuitively. She had given her life in hopes to save her son. 

“Where’s Rey?” 

Poe didn’t respond for a few moments, still swallowing what he thought he heard you say before coughing it up, “She... she went after the wayfinder but Kylo came. They fought but we couldn’t see clearly. We don’t know what happened to Kylo but we saw Rey take off in his ship.”

Maybe Leia transferred her life energy to Kylo after Rey struck him down? Impossible, force healing requires direct touch, let alone the incredible distance she was away. She must have projected herself outwards to try to connect with him, knowing that he most likely... didn’t have much time before he truly fell to the dark side. And where did Rey go? She wouldn’t just abandon us… I have to trust she knows what she’s doing, we have enough to worry about right now.

“Poe, I’m sorry.” You walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder, “General Leia is gone. She gave the last of her strength to reach Kylo one last time.”

He kept his eyes locked on yours while you spoke, trying to see if there was any hint of uncertainty in your gaze while he fell into his shock. He finally broke your gaze and looked to the floor while his hand came up to rest on yours, releasing a huff of breath which he was most likely holding while you spoke. 

“How are we supposed to do this without her?” he whispered. “And now we’ve probably lost the wayfinder, Rey is AWOL...”

“Hey, we’ll do whatever we can, ok?” Your other hand came up to his cheek to bring his eyes back to you, “We’ll go back to base, regroup, come up with something. We have to.”

His eyes were filled with vulnerability as they met yours, “Y/N, I...”

You knew his feelings exactly, the fear that you would lose this war and ultimately, each other, “I know. Let’s not go there just yet. Catch me up on everything else.”

He nodded while he blinked a few times, sniffling, “We fixed the ship enough to take back off and we’re heading back to the Resistance.”

“What about Jannah and the rest of them?” you questioned.

“Turns out, all former Finns, they defected as well. Left them behind but with our number, I think we can count on their help,” Poe explained.

You hummed while nodding before you talked for a short while longer, knowing that you had to go break the news to Chewie as well. It was painful, Leia was one of Chewie’s oldest friends, and one of the only remaining ones after Han and Luke had died. The cries he let out were the most gut wrenching you had heard in any species, and you were there for him with Poe along with Finn after telling him as well.

It was a difficult ride back through hyperspace for all of you, memories of your time with Leia coming back to you nostalgically. Though, not long after everyone became aware, the ship had exited hyperspace and was back on Ajan Kloss.

After landing the ship, your group all came out defeatedly. Your endeavor only resulted in nothing, and the Resistance that you were coming back to didn’t have your incredible General to welcome you either. Lieutenant Connix was there to greet your team with a solemn expression on her face as well. She was leadership in the Resistance almost as long as Leia was involved, making her one of Leia’s closest confidants in the Resistance. They must have been very close.  

“There’s terrible news,” she informed.

“We know,” Poe sighed. “The Resistance has lost its best leader.”

She pursed her lips slightly and sighed, “It’s not just Leia. Come with me.”

You and Poe shared a concerned look before taking off after her, Chewie going off somewhere else as he was still processing his grief and Finn heading elsewhere. Following Connix, you eventually reached central command, a bunch of stations set up outside near the cave entrance in the jungle. Waiting for you there were Rose and Beaumont, another high ranking Resistance member in intelligence. 

He was the one who spoke as you arrived, “Kijimi has been destroyed.”

You gasped and Poe took a step forward hurriedly, “Kijimi? How?”

“A blast from a star destroyer,” Connix explained. “A ship from the new Sith fleet. Out of the unknowns.”

Poe turned and sighed, his eyes closing defeatedly while Beaumont circled, “The Emperor sent a ship from Exegol. Does that mean every ship in the fleet...”

“Has planet killing weapons,” Poe finished his line of thought. “Of course they do. All of them, this is how he finishes it.”

Even now that you’ve re-established your connection with your dark nature, you felt more confident though. Even if you were to unleash your full power at what you knew was the incoming nexus event, would even that be enough to win the war?

“To believe he was capable of something of this scope,” you thought out loud, thinking back to how you feared the worst out of him after his actions years ago.

One of the monitors began to chime and Rose leaned over to check on it, “Listen.”

Everyone quieted down and walked closer to the monitor as it was playing an audio message. 

“It’s on every frequency,” Rose mentioned as she flipped through the channels.

While everyone listened intently, Beaumont began to translate, “The Resistance is dead. The Sith flame will burn. All worlds surrender or die. The Final Order begins.”

“Leia made you acting General,” Rose aimed her words at Poe.

You looked at him, seeing the visible strain on his face from such losses and what was to come. Things were becoming dire, and you didn’t know what you could do to stop it.

“What now?” Rose asked.

The makeshift meeting had adjourned with Poe not being able to answer the question. He stood there for a few moments trying to think of something before he let out a grunt and said to keep working. As he walked away, he made sure to turn his face towards you and make eye contact, signaling that he wanted you to follow.

You looked around the room to Beaumont, Connix, and Rose before giving them a sympathetic look and leaving to follow Poe. His pace wasn’t exactly slow as he seemingly wanted to get out of there quickly, leaving you to already try and catch up to him after leaving.

Before long, though, you had come up to him and walked beside him, turning your head to look at him. He turned his head to meet your eyes and you were shocked to see them filled with vulnerability. Without being able to get a really good look at it, he turned his head back to focus on walking. It seemed like he was about to cry to you and your heart sank in your chest. 

You hadn’t noticed it but he was walking in the direction to his room and before long, he opened the door and went inside without a word, leaving you to follow and close the door behind him, “Baby, please talk to me.”

He turned back to face you once you had closed the door and you were met with the same glazed eyes, “I don’t know what to do.” He sighed and raised his hands up to his face, covering them with his fingers and muffling his speech, “I can’t lead all of us. This is probably suicide no matter what, anyways.”

You came forward to take a hold of his hands and remove them softly from his face, forcing him to look at you, “Hey, take a breath.” A tear escaped from his eye and your heart cracked in your chest, “Oh, Poe. Leia wouldn’t have entrusted you to lead if she didn’t believe that you could do it.”

He sniffled, breaking his gaze before returning it to yours with a different look, “I don’t want to lose you. We don’t have enough people or manpower to win this war, I don’t want to lose you.” 

He whispered his final words as his voice threatened to break, his eyes shutting closed, fresh tears escaping from his lashes. 

Your eyes wet with your own tears, your heart reflecting his thoughts in the feelings it gave you, “I know, I know.” You placed your forehead on his, “We’ll make it through this. Together.”

The two of you held pressure against one another, the closeness chipping away at the sadness eating at you both. The room was silent and you couldn’t focus on anything but the feeling of Poe’s hands in your own, your breaths mingling against one another, the emotional hurricane that the two of you were in the eye of .

Your eyes opened shortly after his and while you separated a few millimeters, the two of you maintained your closeness. No words were exchanged between you, only the train ride of intensity your eyes were burning into each other with.

A glance down at your lips had a nerve spike up your back and prompted you to do the same, looking down at Poe’s soft lips. You weren’t sure if you had inched closer or if he did but your lips connected like magnets, fitting together as if you had been kissing already. 

The rush of emotions, along with the tears, had made your body more sensitive, and his lips felt divine in that moment. Every brush of them, the suction of them, the slight feel of his stubble at the edges of your lips, it was a delight that had you desperate for more.

Your lips parted for the first time and you let out a gasp, the breath you were holding nearly bursting from your lungs. Poe had done much of the same, his warm breath cascading over your neck and sending goosebumps down your chest. He took the opportunity to snake his hands out of yours and pull them around your body, holding you close. In this exchange, your hands came up to cup his face, your thumb wiping a tear that had fallen.

“I love you, Y/N Y/L/N,” he whispered.

“I love you too, Poe Dameron,” you returned with just as much love.

Both of you leaned back for more as the next kiss seemed more hungry than the last; Poe’s once soft and loving kiss turning into a deep and passionate one. It made your cock jump in your jeans and heat to rush through you. Moaning into the kiss, he took the opportunity to snake his tongue in and get a taste of you. While you had been completely inexperienced before, you had kissed Poe many times by now and had gotten pretty used to it. Sex, however... the two of you had not tried yet. His hands tightened around you and you felt a moan rise from deep in his chest.

“I need you,” Poe just barely made out the words before diving right back in for another kiss.

The overwhelming passion that burned through the two of you was something neither of you had felt before. Never had the two of you needed another person so badly, had craved everything that they had to offer so much, needed them more than the air that you had breathed.

He turned the two of you around and the back of your legs hit the edge of the bed, Poe easing you down onto the bed while you crawled up to get comfortable. Poe followed you the entire way before reaching down and grabbing the hem of his shirt and raising it over his head, tossing it to the side. His gorgeous bronze body stood over you now, your eyes appreciating the hair traveling down his happy trail. 

“Eyes up here,” Poe managed a smirk, reaching his hands down to pull your shirt up under you as well.

You blushed slightly and allowed him to help you out of your shirt, plopping back down on the bed with Poe’s arms now resting on the sides of your head. His face was just above yours and he smiled lovingly down at you, one of his hands coming to comb through your hair and push it back before plunging down and kissing you again. Your hands came up to his sides and began to stroke at the skin, affectionately trying to hold him close.

Knowing that this might be the first and... last time that the two of you could be like this, it made the moment all the more special. The two of you knew exactly what you were at risk of losing and it made all of your inhibitions fade away. 

“I know we haven’t-” Poe began.

“I want to do it,” you stopped him, knowing what he was talking about.

He smiled back at you, “Are you sure?”

“I am. I want... I want you inside me,” you blushed, never speaking so lewdly before.

Poe’s eyes widened at your bold words, never knowing you were capable of it. His cock raged hard in his pants and he was shocked by how effective it was to him, “Anything for you.”

Poe had wanted this for months, and so had you, but Poe knew you weren’t quite ready. It  wasn’t exactly easy having a moment to yourselves ever, constantly either on mission or doing something separately. 

Poe couldn’t help but kiss you again, moaning into it as the promise of what was to come excited him. While you did feel a bit nervous about your first time, you were actually thankful that your recent mission had you not eating for a while. Though the main reason was because you were with Poe, because you could trust him with everything that you had.

Your slightly shaky hands reached down to start unbuckling his belt and you managed it thankfully easily, before unbuttoning his pants and unzipping. By then, Poe had broken the kiss and moved his hands down after getting off of you to pull his pants down, getting them to the bottom before realizing he had to unlace his boots. You noticed yours were still on as well and you moved to unlace and toss them to the side along with your socks and pants around the same time Poe had removed his. Now, Poe was back on top of you with only his tight underwear on, his ridiculous bulge clearly seen to the eye. 

Your eyes widened slightly and Poe noticed it, “It’s ok. I’m not gonna hurt you.” He leaned down to place a soft kiss on your lips before moving to pepper kisses along your neck, “I’ll make sure you’re ready for me.”

You leaned your head to the side as your eyes drooped closed, a satisfied breath escaping your throat at his actions, your cock bobbing in your own underwear. 

As his head was aimed downwards to kiss your neck, he noticed your cock jerk in your underwear, “Looks like I’m the one who should be nervous for next time.”

You blushed and let out a small laugh, “I like the sound of next time.”

He returned his gaze to you at that, the love in his eyes shining heavier than before. Bending back down to kiss you, he pressed his hips down and rubbed the two of your cocks together through the fabrics. The friction felt delicious and you moaned into the kiss, Poe’s tongue exploring your mouth. Pre-cum leaked from your cock, throbbing and hard since basically the first kiss, leaving a wet pool on your underwear. 

Poe broke from the kiss and reached over to the table next to the bed, popping open a shelf and grabbing something from inside. He placed it down next to you and you looked over to see that it was lube. While you were looking over, Poe had grabbed at your underwear and pulled it down in one smooth motion before you had time to even react. You turned back and he had a smirk on his face before he grabbed your thighs and pushed forward. It forced your back to curl up and your upper half to press a bit into the bed, somewhat holding you in place. 

You gasped and Poe had a full grin on his face now, the slightest twinge of hunger behind his teeth, “This is a cockpit I plan on commandeering.”

You blushed at the ridiculousness of his words but couldn’t even open your mouth to get your response out before he plunged his tongue into you. Your back arched and your eyes squeezed shut, it was an incredible feeling. The prodding of his tongue into your hole, the gripping of his hands on your thighs to keep you in place while he dug into you. It was all new to you and while it was slightly off-putting for a brief moment, it immediately turned into pleasure. 

“Poe,” you weakly moaned, your abdomen seizing randomly as the pleasure coursed through you.

His eyes were initially focused on the same thing his tongue was, devouring your ass, until he heard your sweet moan grace his ears. He had made you moan in many different ways before but this was different; you sounded truly vulnerable and his cock involuntarily jumped. The moment he looked up to meet your eyes, he struggled to keep a moan from escaping his chest at seeing your flushed and weak state. His tongue swirled and licked stripes across the inside of your cheeks, slipping as deep into your hole as he could get, pulling more strained whines to flow through your throat.

He would alternate every once in a while and blow on your hole, making you hiss with the cool sensation before he dove right back in. If you hadn’t known any better, you would have thought he grew out his stubble for this purpose exactly. As he tongued you, his chin and cheeks brushed against the back of your balls and the inside of your thighs.

He even went as far as driving a stripe up your hole with his chin, the short hairs sending your sensitive hole into a frenzy before returning with his tongue and soothing the sharp sensation. Your hands were clutching the sheets around you with a death grip, trying your hardest to try and relax your muscles down there for him.

“You look perfect, so absolutely perfect,” he managed a mutter before plunging back in for another taste.

You moaned loudly at his newfound passionate intrusion and one of your hands flung up to grip in between your legs at his hair, holding on for dear life. Poe moaned into you as the slight sting on his scalp made his cock jolt in his underwear, basically soaked completely through with the amount of pre-cum he was leaking.

The both of you were pleasantly astonished, you because you had never felt pleasure like this before, and Poe because, even with women, he had never been so lost in his senses like he was right now with you. If it weren’t for the perfect specimen in front of him, Poe would have been lost in thought of how he never tried it with men before. But he knew the answer to that without even having to think about it, it was because it was you. 

“Poe, please,” you wished you could manage more than the repetition of ‘please’ along with his name but you were completely lost to his advances on you.

He growled against you, his own impatience further driven by your own. One of his hands that he was using to hold your thighs rushed down to his underwear, which he haphazardly shoved down his legs in one push. Because your leg was no longer supported, it dropped down. As Poe straightened his back to press up against you, it came to naturally wrap around his hip while the other remained in his grip.

Poe looked down at you, legs spread for him, hole puckering and wet, face flushed with pleasure and body heaving with your breaths and wished he could burn the image into his memory. But his boy was waiting for him, and he wouldn’t make him wait any longer than necessary, as he was just as impatient. 

“Grab that bottle, sweetheart,” Poe’s raspy voice asked of you.

His voice was deeper than usual and you could feel the rasp in his chest against your leg, sending a shiver throughout your body. His eyes, while soft and caring, had a deep, unsatiated need behind them. You felt as if he was barely able to hold himself back and it made your body thrum with excitement.

Reaching over to the bottle that was near your head, you timidly offered it to him while looking down at your chest, feeling a slight wave of embarrassment. Poe had caught on and smiled slightly. Idiot, he thought to himself before he softly dropped the other leg he was holding to the side and guided it around his hips to lock with your other leg. 

He grabbed the bottle with one hand and dipped forward with his body, using his other hand to grab at your chin. He peppered a few kisses along your jawline before his lips came just before yours and he looked into your eyes, “Look at me.” You pulled your gaze up at him and blushed once more, his eyes so close it took up most of your vision before his lips faintly pulled into another smile, “I love you.”

“I love you to-” you immediately went to respond, but were silenced by Poe’s lips surging forward to claim yours. 

Moaning into the kiss, you wrapped your arms around his neck, your ankles locking around his back to press him as close to you as you could. Your tongues brushed and swept against each other as the suction in your lips pulled more and more noises to come from you and Poe. Because he had reached forward, his now bare cock was pressing up against your hole as he grinded against you.

Poe tightly gripped the bottle that he held, pressed against the bed to help hold his weight while his aching cock begged to push into the tightness in front of it. The other hand, once on your chin, now slightly applied pressure against your neck.

Poe broke the kiss by applying a bit more pressure with his fingers, forcing your neck to slightly crane up and give him access. He dug his face in, his stubble brushing against your sensitive skin while his lips and tongue left marks as deep as he could.

“I’m yours, completely,” he muttered before biting down on your carotid.

You yelped slightly into a moan from the sudden action, unable to even form a reply as Poe held you so tightly, so possessive yet gentle, while his ministrations on your neck had you nearly passing out.

“And you’re mine, right? I wanna hear you say it, Y/N,” his words seemed as if they were intended to come across dominating but, instead, came out more desperate than anything.

You finally managed the strength to respond, “I’m yours, Poe. All yours.”

He let out a deep moan, a satiated one, before you felt his cock physically pulse against you, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. Without stopping his onslaught on your throat, Poe snaked his arm out from your throat and moved his other arm over, expertly popping open the lube bottle with one hand while squeezing it into the other. You hadn’t even noticed all of this with your eyes shut in pleasure, Poe’s lips unrelenting and traveling across every plane and crook of your neck.

After he felt enough lube pressed onto his finger, Poe reached his arm down towards your hole, backing his hips up just slightly and leaving your lower section colder than you liked. However, that cold was suddenly replaced by a new coldness against your aching heat, making you yelp out. Poe smirked against your neck.

The cold quickly transitioned to warmth as he began massaging the lube around the area of your hole, using a finger to rub circles directly on it, sending an animalistic feeling crawling up your stomach. Before long, his finger inched past the ring of your muscles, softly massaging the flesh inside. Once again, the intrusion felt extremely foreign but pleasurable all the same, your back arching into Poe in response.

He smirked against your throat once more, nipping at the skin before taking your lips in another kiss. As he did, he inserted a second finger, silencing your yelp with his own mouth. His warmth was welcomed as you let the kiss distract you from the probing of his fingers. 

“You’re doing so good,” Poe muttered into your lips. His fingers curled upwards a few inches inside of you, “It won’t be long now.”

You moaned loudly, your muscles clenching reflexively as Poe took your lower lip into his teeth, biting down just slightly before he licked a warm flat stripe across the side of your lips and cheek. His two fingers were initially testing the waters with you, but they began to explore on their own accord, scissoring you and stretching you out as they wished. 

“Enough, please just f-fuck me,” you whimpered out, any sense of shame from your words or actions in this bedroom no longer a concern.

Poe flexed his fingers once more inside you, as if testing something, before he responded, “Ok baby, I won’t keep you waiting any longer.”

Your hands broke from his neck as he straightened back up, grabbing his cock with one hand while the other hand brought the lube bottle closer. His weight and warmth no longer covering you sent a shiver down your body and you eagerly waited for him, your legs still wrapped loosely around him. He squeezed more liquid out of the bottle directly onto the shaft of his cock and began to use his other hand to stroke slowly, spreading the lube across his length.

While doing so, your eyes became mesmerized by the sounds and sight in front of you, his large and calloused hands slowly stroking his huge cock plainly for you to see. Poe noticed the impatient and hungry look on your face and couldn’t help the smirk that graced his face while he looked down at you. His cock in his hands while he looked down at the person he loved the most, spread out and waiting for him; it made him harder than he had ever felt before. 

“I’m coming, sweetheart,” he cooed as he began to shift his weight forward again.

The bottle was tossed to the side of the bed, one of his arms coming up near your head to hold his weight in a fist while the other held his cock, aiming it in the direction it needed to be. At first, Poe couldn’t help but brush his cock up and down at your entrance, teasing and prodding the hole. Feeling his hard rod against you, teasing you, drove you insane, as all you wanted was it inside of you. 

“Sorry,” he bent down to place a firm kiss on your forehead with a slight chuckle. “I just want to savor every moment of this.”

A lazy smile graced your face before you intended to respond, opening your mouth but nothing coming out, instead a rush of breath. He had pushed past the ring of your entrance and held his head inside. It was much... much wider than his fingers, and they were wide already. 

Immediately, your body tensed up, and your hole tightened on him like a vice grip, your arms flinging right back round his neck and gripping. He growled and fought the urge to push forward in that moment. Instead, now that he was seated in you enough, he chose  to bring his other hand up to the other side of your head, allowing him to lean further down and reach you. You were a whimpering mess, unable to form words as the full feeling inside of you made your thoughts blank out.

“Shhhhh,” he placed a soft kiss on your nose. “It’s just us,” he comforted.

He didn’t move a centimeter, as much as his hips were screaming at him to do so as he let you acclimate to him. Your eyes were squeezed shut, fingers digging into Poe’s neck and shoulders as you tried to calm your body down. He laid butterfly kisses along your face the entire time, the little sensations gradually helping you relax around him. 

Eventually, your hole relaxed around him enough for movement and he pecked you on the lips, “Are you ready for me to move, sweetheart?”

Panting, you nodded, a strand of hair falling onto your forehead and sticking to the sweat, “Please, Poe.”

He kept his face against yours, not breaking his eye contact with you as his hips began to apply more forward pressure. The two of you panted heavily, Poe with the strain of holding back in your perfect warmth and you from the incredible fullness you were feeling. Gradually, he pushed deeper and deeper inside of you, and it wasn’t long before you felt like you couldn’t take any more.

“Poe,” you gasped as you felt him dangerously deep. “It’s too much.”

He shook his head and looked deep into your eyes, “My N/N can handle anything. We’re almost there, baby, you can take it.”

His words seduced your mind into believing him, or perhaps your mind already did in the first place, and simply needed some convincing. Feeling like he was nearly inside of your stomach, you had finally felt the familiar brush of his pubic hair against your thighs. You would have let out a sigh of relief if it hadn’t been for the spot he seemed to unlock deep inside of you with his last portion. The moan that came from your chest was as loud and deep as it was sudden, ripping from your throat with such force it shocked even you.

Poe grunted out a deep and long breath as he finally felt seated inside of you fully, completely connected with you in the deepest way possible. Shivers rampaged through your body and nearly made you begin to convulse, emanating outward from deep in your stomach and anus into the rest of your body. 

“P-P-Po-e,” your words stuttered like you were in the shivering cold, your entire body on fire with sensitivity.

“Does my cock reach that special spot, baby?” he muttered into your ear, voice low and almost threatening.

Knowing you were incapable of words, you nodded your head with fervor.

He chuckled darkly, “I’m taking advantage of that, just so you know.”

His hips retracted and slammed forward, his cock nearly escaping your hole before plunging back in. 

You screamed out and Poe brought one of his hands that was holding up his weight to come around your throat much like before, “Let me hear you, baby.”

He didn’t stop there, but instead began to keep a pace, fucking into you roughly like you had been going for hours already. If Poe’s plan was to take advantage of your overstimulation, he had succeeded. Let alone you were still reeling from the sensation you felt when he bottomed out in you as you never felt it before, you were forced to confront that sensation every half second as it was aggressively abused by Poe.

Your eyes began to lose focus and roll to the back of your head, your throat constricted with your muscles tightening and barely able to pull any breath. His hand wasn’t keeping your airflow out at all, pressing in expert spots that applied pressure stimulation without clogging up your throat. 

“No no, you’re not going anywhere,” Poe’s hand left your throat and moved to the back of your head, holding it firmly and tilting it back to face him. “I wanna see my work.”

Your cock, which you weren’t even able to fathom to think about, was bobbing fiercely, pre-cum leaking from your slit onto your stomach in waves. Whatever he was hitting was a button that ejected more pre-cum from you, every slam of his cock, balls deep, sending another slight rush of pre-cum forward.

Stars were dancing slightly in your vision but you managed to pull your gaze into Poe’s, his hand keeping your head steady helping for the most part. His eyes were the darkest you had ever seen them, pupils blown wide as he drank you in like water in a desert. He kept up his bruising pace all the same though, the sound of his hips slapping against you filthily filling the room.

You tried to get words out, but every time, they only came out as broken gasps, your jaw basically stuck in an O position. Poe was loving every second of it; the fact that he could break you apart like this so easily, and the look on your face... he nearly came on the spot. Though, he gave himself a break, and you as well, finally slowing his pace and only pulling out halfway before slowly edging his way back in.

You gasped, your lungs finally working like he had flicked the on switch. Poe gave you a chance to regain your breaths mingled with the moans from his slow and methodical movements, once again licking and sucking on your neck, one of his favorite spots he had come to find out. 

“I hope that wasn’t too much,” he softly kissed your skin, apologizing with his tenderness.

You shook your head without even thinking about it, “N... no it... it was so good.”

Poe had glanced down and you could feel the rumble of his chest, your eyebrow furrowing in confusion, “Whats-”

You looked down to see what he was looking at as he had looked back up at you, a goofy smile on his face. Looking at your stomach, there was a clear white liquid all over you, and not the transparent kind from pre-cum. You had orgasmed solely from his fucking just then, and you couldn’t even tell from how lost in your pleasure you were. 

“At least I’m doing my job right,” Poe quirked, tilting his chin up to kiss you.

You sighed contently into the kiss before it turned into a slight moan, his cock brushing up on your walls delicately. You only had a single orgasm yet your entire body was buzzing, your legs twitching ever so slightly. Let alone you were already emotional from what was going on, your stimulation had tears building up in your eyes, just barely holding back from falling onto your cheeks. 

“I love you so much, I can’t even explain it,” Poe admitted against your lips, accentuating the curve of his hips while he pumped into you.

“I love you, Poe. I love you so much,” you responded in tandem.

Your bodies had a cover of sweat, some of it falling from Poe’s hair onto your chest and neck. The room was hot, ignited by the passion between you, reflecting the fire you felt in your stomach. His hips began to pick up speed slowly, every thrust becoming harder, hungrier as your walls enclosed him in. The spot deep inside that he abused moments ago now felt more sensitive than before, hisses passing through your teeth from the stimulation.

Poe reached his left arm down to your cock, his right hand strained in the pillow next to you before he took it into his hands and began to stroke. Your hand reflexively tried to leave his neck and move his hand away as the feeling was simply too much, but Poe expected it. 

His hand left your cock only momentarily to grip your wrist and bring it back around his neck before returning his hand to your cock, “Keep your hands there.”

You whined, digging your fingers into his shoulder bruisingly, “Poe, it’s too much.”

He dipped again and claimed your lips, silencing you as his hand picked up speed, now nearly matching the speed of his thrusts. He curved his fingers expertly around your head each time his hand rose, and it was so sensitive it nearly hurt. You had already leaked an abysmal amount of pre-cum on top of cumming already, and you felt you had nothing left to give; but Poe was adamant in his efforts to prove that wrong. 

“I want to feel your cock pulse when you cum because of me,” Poe gritted against your lips, his words only sending you further down the depths of pleasure. 

You could feel Poe’s cock pulse within you, the veins of his cock pulsing and brushing against the ridges of your hole, his moans and growls growing louder as he approached his own climax. 

“I’m gonna cum, baby, can I?” he wanted nothing more than to breed your hole, to completely make you his, but he needed to make sure you wanted it too.

You nodded your head desperately, “Please, Poe. I want it inside me.”

Your own need for him to load you was the thing that sent Poe completely over the edge. With a loud moan, he rutted his hips as hard and deep as he possibly could and began to pump his seed. The sheer look of pleasure on Poe’s face along with feeling his warm cum filling you up sent you over the edge as well, your cock straining at full mass as it unloaded.

Your vision nearly went black from the force of your orgasm, let alone Poe’s cock slammed against your prostate, his cum pumping into you coated it completely, leaving a fuzzy feeling to emanate throughout your body. Your cock sputtered a good amount, the first sputter rising as far as your upper chest before the rest needily pumped over Poe’s fingers and onto your stomach.

Poe’s orgasm lasted far longer than yours, you could feel his cock jerking and pulsing in you for so long, more and more warm cum being released from his balls. Your eyes were stuck watching Poe’s frozen expression, his pleasure so heavy and consuming that his brain had trouble keeping up. His eyes were unfocused as all he could sense in that moment was his incredible orgasm, along with the feeling of your warm tightness around him.

After what felt like a minute or two, his cock finally stopped jumping and Poe gasped sharply, intaking heavy breaths as the muscles in his upper back and arms nearly gave out. You encouraged him, allowing his body to fall on top of yours, your cum now mingling between your warm and spent bodies. His face was pressed into the crook of your neck as his hips stayed pressed up against yours. Your legs remained wrapped around his hips loosely, his cum locked deep inside of you. His weight on top of you felt heavenly in that moment, and you reveled in the feeling of his strong and muscular frame encompassing you.

“I don’t think... anything in life will ever get close to that,” Poe managed out while trying to catch his breath. 

You smiled widely and warmly, your entire body relaxed and completely blissed out, “Only thing I can think of is doing it again.”

Poe’s cock twitched inside of you, the cock that was beginning to soften proving its resilience. 

You moaned deeply, completely overstimulated before Poe chuckled slightly, “Sorry, but that was your fault. Got me thinking.”

You chuckled weakly before heaving a satisfied sigh, closing your eyes and relaxing into the bed. One of your hands came up to start brushing at his hair and playing with the locks absentmindedly, Poe humming in contention. The moment the two of you shared was the most intimate and precious so far, and the both of you wanted to sit in it forever. However, you and Poe knew that there were pressing concerns, and they weren’t going to wait for you. 

“So, ready to save the galaxy or die trying?”

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[the-veiledpoetess]

Dua's list' for Ramadan

Dua for all your needs

رَبِّ إِنِّي لِمَا أَنْزَلْتَ إِلَيَّ مِنْ خَيْرٍ فَقِيرٌ

Rabbi inni lima anzalta ilayya min khairin faqir O my Lord! Truly I am in need of whatever good You Bestow on me

Dua for Parents Follow

رَبِّ ارْحَمْهُمَا كَمَا رَبَّيَانِي صَغِيرًا

Rabbirhamhuma kama rabbayani şaghira

My Lord, have mercy upon them [my parents] as they brought me up [when I was] small

Dua for a house in Jannah

رَبِّ ابْنِ لِي عِندَكَ بَيْتًا فِي الْجَنَّةِ

Rabbibni lee 'indaka baytan fil Jannah

My Lord! Build for me a home with You in Paradise.

Dua for for good in this world & next

رَبَّنَا آتِنَا فِي الدُّنْيَا حَسَنَةٌ وَفِي الْآخِرَةِ حَسَنَةٌ وَقِنَا عَذَابَ النَّارِ

Rabbana 'aatina fid-dunya hasana; Wa fil akhirati hasana; Waqina 'azaaban-nar.

Our Lord! grant us good in this world and good in the hereafter and save us from the torment of the Fire.

Dua for keep heart firm in faith

يَا مُقَلِّبَ الْقُلُوبِ ثَبِّتْ قَلْبِي عَلَى دِينِكَ

Yaa Muqallibal Quloob Thabbit Qalbee 'alaa Deenik

O,Turner of the hearts, keep my heart firm on your religion.

Dua for ease

اللهُمَّ لَا سَهْلَ إلا مَا جَعَلْتَهُ سَهْلًا وَ أَنتَ تَجْعَلُ الحزنَ إِذا شِئْتَ سَهْلا

Allahumma la sahla illa ma ja'altahu sahla, wa 'anta taj-alul hazna idha shi'ta sahla

O Allah! There is nothing easy except what You make easy, and You make the difficult easy if it is Your Will.

Dua to increase knowledge

رَّبِّ زِدْنِي عِلْمًا

Rabbi zidni ilma My Lord! Increase me in knowledge.

[katasayauntuksaya]

"Allah does not charge a soul except [with that within] its capacity. ..."

- Al Baqarah : 286

I believe that every difficulties come through to my life and it becomes harder than before is the fact that Allah increase my capacity in life. Allah let me upgrade my level. Allah give me the ability to pass that difficulties and Allah always will be there for me.

It is just me who always forget that all the abilities I have right now is from Allah. I forget that Allah is the only one who always supports me even though I turn my back away from Him.

That's why, when I suddenly realize, I can't hold back my tears because I know that Allah still love me. Allah still want me to turn back to Him. Allah still want me to go to His Jannah. Allah still want me to live this life remembering Him.

YaaAllah, The Turner of Hearts, you have my heart. You know the condition of my qalb. You know that I am weak. I can easily forget about You. I can easily turn away from You. I can easily tempted by the pleasures of the world. So please yaaAllah, remind me and give me hidayah every time I turn so far away from You. Don't let me go too far from You. Don't let me forget about You. Help me to succeed in this dunya and akhirah. Deserve me to be one of the inhabitants of Your Jannah. YaaAllah I please to You, Yaa Rahman, Yaa Rahiim. Aamiin Allahumma Aamiin...

[wordofprophet]

"O my people! Truly, this life of the world is nothing but a (quick passing) enjoyment, and verily, the Hereafter that is the home that will remain forever." ...

QURAN 40:39

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[wrappedinamysteryy]

I cannot deal with rude, harsh or blunt people. I am a staunch believer of "it's not what you say it's how you say it, where and when you say it".

When I was learning Islam this became my favourite hadith and still is to this day.

📚❝Verily, Allah is gentle, and He loves gentleness.❞

[Sahih Muslim]

People who cannot read the room, people who use power play to intimidate someone, people who cannot give excuses for how someone's reacting, people who "say it like it is" are not my kind of people.

That's just low emotional intelligence. After you hit a certain age unless it's occasional outburst, the way you talk and the words you use to express yourself should be soft and kind.

If you don't trust me, trust Quran and Sunnah. People may keep quiet in this world but they will rob you of your every single good deed on the day of judgement about how you made them feel and the hurt you caused them.

▪️ Oppression through words.

▪️ Oppression through actions.

▪️ Oppression through powerplay and groupism.

▪️ Oppression through arrogance over the knowledge you have.

▪️ Oppression through the positions you hold in an organization or at home.

Unless you take account of yourself daily, it's so easy to become an oppressor and to become someone who is controlled by their ego and arrogance.

When life or those around you aren't humbling you, learn to humble yourself, because if you don't, it might cost you, your Jannah.

📚❝Verily, the servant may speak a single word for which he plummets into the Hellfire farther than the distance between East and West.❞

[Sahih Muslim]

Learning to read social cues and responding with empathy is a sign of maturity and wisdom. Never become complacent and never stop striving for greater gentleness, compassion, and self-awareness in your interactions with others.

These are noble virtues that I believe we would all do well to embody, both for the sake of our relationships and our spiritual well-being.

🤲 Ya Allah make me kind, gentle, self aware and humble - ameen.

From Shamsiya Noorul Quloob

[homokinetic]

My heart is broken for Aden and Shahd, two of my oldest internet friends.

We met on Instagram roleplay in 2014. I remember following you, Aden and then your sister, Shahd. You would always try to uplift my spirits, you really wanted to help me when I was in a rough spot, I couldn’t imagine what you were also going through. You made a whole post for me, trying to show me you were there and I was loved. I look back at sometimes, and remember how much love you had for me.

I remember as well, in 2014, You, Aden posted a video of the sirens, the bomb sirens. I didn’t understand what it meant. I was only 13, safe in my room. But that was the day I learnt about Gaza. You had used the hashtags for Gaza, even joking you should try and get one of the missiles on video next time but knowing you would also be hiding, so it would be hard.

I was so scared, for you, my beloved friends. Scared that the bombs where coming for my friend and scared that such a post would get you in trouble and hurt by the authorities. Back then, I knew. Shahd had to be the one to inform me you were all safe. I was so relieved. And I remember, we carried on talking, like nothing happened. Because we were kids, and we just wanted to play.

I went back to that post, recently. The sound was removed, but I still remember it. The comments are still there. Scared for you, wanting you to be okay. Seeing even back then you begged for peace and freedom of Gaza, I’m so sorry the world failed you my beloved.

That account brings me to a much, much simpler time. Seeing all the posts you made for me, and while I long since rid my account of the memories. I still remember everything we would talk about.

I want to remember how awful we were, two kids thinking we were writing the stars in the sky into existence with our words. We were barely teenagers writing gay characters because we had no other way to publicly express ourselves.

I keep looking back through your account. Finding new things. Seeing the conversation we used to have because Instagram didn’t have dms, or people didn’t use them. I can’t remember.

You were always so sweet. I think you’d find it funny to look back at these, knowing I’m undiagnosed autistic during that time. It definitely shows. I wish I had the time to point it out to you, but we were always talking about the next thing, never dwelling. We were each other’s escape from reality. I wish we could joke and laugh together again now.

I want to remember when you were my rock, you had so much love in your heart, and I wish I could pay you back for all those years of love. I wish I could see you again.

I have been worried each time I hear of a new bombing. We haven’t been in contact in sometime, I’m not sure where you are, I cannot reach you. And my heart is telling me that where you are, is somewhere I cannot go.

May Allah protect you, wherever you are. And may Allah grant your resting place in Jannah.

I love you.