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grimmseye · 6 years ago

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widomauk prompt: one of them injured

(Fic tags: Injury, field medicine, PTSD, the effects of Charm Person)

Thank you for the prompt, I hope you like it!

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“Mollymauk, the way you are — you — you will only open new wounds like that.” His voice is unsteady, panting. There’s a fog in his brain, a panic in the chest, rising.

“Shut up,” Molly growls back. Caleb’s barely listening. He’s too focused on the heat under his hands, red and red, red like fire like Mollymauk’s eyes, the ones painted onto his skin, now maring those pretty purple hands. “Save your breath, idiot.”

“I am not an idiot,” he mumbles. Molly’s nails are digging into his arms. As flexible as the tiefling is, as well as he can twist and jump and fit a blade right where it counts, he is only as strong as Caleb is himself, and a body is a lot to drag across the ground. “I am very smart,” Caleb insists, all breath. “And as such I can — I can say that the smart thing to do… is abandon the deadweight and run, Mollymauk.”

“I literally just said to shut up,” Molly growls back.

He can hear the shouts, the party regrouping. Do they have dogs? He’s pretty sure they have dogs. Caleb hates dogs.

… Dislikes them. If he hated them, Jester would be sad.

“They’ll be able to sniff me out,” he rasps. His eyes slit shut.

“A shame your blood’s all over my hands then, isn’t it, Mister Caleb? Now for the last time, shut your fucking mouth before I cram a dirty sock in it.”

He wants to argue. He does, he does, but his breath is running short and he’s too dizzy to think. Mollymauk keeps dragging him, each pull aches. He stares through the tree canopy, up at the stars. Thin wisps of gray clouds drag over the sky. Like smoke, he thinks. And he is the fire, and Molly will not let go of him. He will burn his hands, holding this tight, Caleb burns too harsh even for the devil’s blood in his veins.

His eyelids droop. The stars blot out into dark. Open. Dark, still, but not dark like night. Purple is a blur in his vision, shifting this way and that. Caleb is suddenly aware of the pain. His chest is burning, and he gasps and reels against it, a hand pressing him down. He thinks to thrash but, no, that only makes it worse, easiest to lay back and pray the pain ends soon. Close his eyes and count back through numbers in the sylvan language, one thousand, nine-hundred-and-ninety-nine, nine-hundred-and-ninety-eight, nine-hundred-and-ninety-seven. Tears leak down his face but it’s fine, it has to end in time.

And then a voice whispers, “Caleb. Caleb.” And that’s not a name the master knows so he opens his eyes again and sees lavender blurred over, fresh tears spilling down his cheeks. “It’s okay, Caleb,” the voice murmurs, and it’s gentle instead of scolding. “I’m going to do something, and I need you to let me, because I’m not good at this, Caleb, I wish I were but I’m not, so I need you to trust me.”

And he could laugh, but instead he sobs and shakes his head. Trust him. He doesn’t know himself, how can Caleb trust him? Infernal shakes in his ears and plucks at the threads of his mind, “Nahop, zes mniath. I yor qota ya doir im esaeu qnued za.”

Caleb lets them unravel. And then he is crying again, but not for the pain. The pain is gone, it is far away. He hates to cry for the tears blur the tiefling’s face, and he cries for him, “Mollymauk.”

“Shhhh,” he soothes, and his hands return to their work, where he is pressing a needle through Caleb’s chest to close the gash scored across it. “It’s okay, I’ve got you.”

And he shakes his head. “I’m sorry, Mollymauk,” he chokes out. He doesn’t deserve to look upon him but he can’t bear to drag his eyes away. He’s beautiful.

“I’ll tell you what, Caleb. If you survive, I’ll forgive you. Alright?” And his voice is so soft. Caleb can only sob and nod his head, too depraved to deny his forgiveness. Undeserved, but he would do anything to keep that voice gentle, to keep those eyes on him.

“I’m sorry,” he still rasps. “I couldn’t — I couldn’t —”

Once upon a time, Mollymauk laid out with his chest broken open and his body cold, and Caleb stood over him and tamped everything he felt down into nothing, because if he let it come up, he would break. He would break. And now it is him on the ground, and not Mollymauk, because Caleb shoved him away with his hands and took the blade meant for a man named Lucian.

And now it is Molly who gets to watch him cool, who gets to put him in the dirt. “I’m sorry,” he says again. “I’m s-sorry, I’m so, s-so, sorry, Mollymauk, I’m sorry…”

And he babbles a new apology with each new loop of thread, blinks the tears from his eyes so he can at least take the comfort knowing that Molly is there.

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Translation for Molly’s infernal: “Relax, my friend. I can take the pain if you trust me.”

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gloryfore · 7 years ago

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😍Are you single by any chance?😍

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leanpick · 6 years ago

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bound-by-devils · 8 years ago

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Mostly Purified Youth

Anadecia's eyes fluttered open and she looked around, breathing before she gasped, lifting quickly to sit on the edge of the bed. The drinks from before swam in her head, or was it .....

She looked to Tristen, still out himself, staring a moment, swearing she could see him grow.

She looked back to Auron and she lifted, taking a hurried step. "Are you....are you okay?"

Auron had shifted to lay down, but he didn't sleep, he never does. When he heard movement on the bed he lifted to see Ana moving closer. “I'm fine. He was all bark and no bite. Full of himself like most of that family.” He lifts a brow, motioning to his goggles still resting around her neck. “Can I have those back by the way?”

She looked down, grasping them and pulling them off as she moved to him, handing them over. "Sure.." She chuckled, shaking her head and looking down.

“I mean if you really want a pair I can probably find you some but.. these ones are mine.” He smirked, taking the goggles and putting them around his head to rest upon his forehead. “Thank you.” He said before stretching his arms above his head with a soft groan. “Bastard made me scale the building for nothin'.”

"Yeah..I mean, there really cool..." She trailed, watching him stretch before turning to the desk, a hand curling the bottle left behind earlier. "Did he say..." She left off once more, her head turned to the side to peer at him.

“He said you weren't his main priority.. his brother is. Which isn't surprising since he wanted you. He most likely wants to fuck over his brother while not only making you suffer but making the brother suffer... He said your time is running out which as long as I keep feeding my soul to you, it really isn't.”

She looked up at him, shaking her head. "No! You cant...its-its one thing for me to take, but Auron.." She stepped closer, meeting his eyes.

He perked a brow, shaking his head lightly with a small smirk. “I can..” He said stepping closer to her and reaching to press his thumb against the tip of the crystal. “And I am.. It's fine. Trust me. I wont die from it, not unless you take everything.”

Her hand lifted to curl around his wrist gently, her eyes still following his. " I still don't understand why?" It was a soft whisper, followed by her lifting his thumb when the vessel was full again, kissing the pinprick while still looking at him. "I have heard stories. I never thought they were true. What have I done to earn the protection of a demon? "

His head tilts slightly, chuckling softly before speaking in a quieter tone. “I have my reasons but.. maybe you should enlighten me on those stories. I don't think I've heard them. What happens for the demon to protect someone?”

She chuckled, her hand releasing his and lowering. "A pact. A bargain. Falling in love..." She trailed and laughed again. They say the soul of a demon who loves, is greater than legions of evil. "

“The demon that falls in love also is at risk of easily losing it.. more so than a demon who has friends.” He said with a small sigh before lightly shaking his head. “I don't think I've seen a demon like that.. not for a very long time anyway.”

"Bedtime stories." She smiled and looked back, moving to sit, cradling Tristens head in her lap. "I haven't even entertained the idea of love since Traian. " She laughed again, her fingers running through his hair lightly.

“Strange bedtime stories.” He smirked, slipping his hands into his pockets as he slowly moved over to look down at the sleeping child. “Why haven't you tried again?” He asked curiously. “Feel free to shut me up.. just curious.”

She shrugged, her eyes still on Tristen as she spoke quietly. "Sex was always easier. No worrying about giving everything, just to watch them disappear...."

“Emotionless sex gets you that ending but it's more meh.. a bit more feeling makes it that much bigger.. whether that feeling is happy.. or a bit rougher.” He shrugs lightly. “So I hear anyway..” He squints his eyes and stares to the side for a moment. “After seeing what was done to your kid.. do you have an answer to my question?”

"Yes. Leave him. He is my son, no matter what comes of Mikkeal's tampering. I love him as he is.".

“Even with the way he attacked you..? Alright.. if you're sure.” He shrugged though he knew in the back of his mind it wasn't the best idea to leave the boy the way Mikkeal had left him. “I guess we need to find his dad then.. the real one.”

She nodded, sliding from under Tristen and covering him back, lifting to stand just before him. "At least wait. If it happens again...." she sighed and looked down at the boy, before she looked back up. "I mean...well, will it hurt him? What will you do?"

“No it wouldn't hurt him. If he's awake for it he'd just get really tired. That's all.” He explained with a gentle nod. “I'd take out the part that Mikkeal gave to him and replace it. Might not be a shiny clean part but he wont just go and attack you.”

She looked back down at the boy, frowning slightly before she looked back up at Auron. "That means, you know whats there.." She met his eyes once more. "Tell me what he did to my son? "

“I don't know everything.. But I'm pretty sure he used the energy he's been taking from you to get him moving.. and either his blood or another demons to taint the rest of his body. There's also the chance he did something to his mind but I'm not a doctor so I really can't tell you on that part..”

She nodded, looking back down to Tristen before taking a breath, looking back up. "He is still asleep. The way he attacked, earlier...." She shuddered, hugging herself." Do it. Might be the easiest chance we get. No telling what Mikkeal might be able to trigger when he wakes."

“Are you sure? Because once I start this there is no stopping until it's done.. So you need to be sure.” He said before taking off his vest and shifting to pick up Tristen from the bed and move him over to the table.

"I-I'm sure..he shouldn't have to suffer for my mistakes..." She trailed and moved with him, moving the chairs out of the way before standing opposite him. "What can I do to help?"

“Be the first thing he sees when he wakes up?” He shrugged lightly, motioning her to go around the table towards the child's feet. “Not much you can do. It's all on me and him... Mostly me though.” Taking in a deep breath he tried to relax himself and with a long exhale he moved to find a big enough piece of cloth to fold over Tristen's eyes. “Are you ready?”

She moved to the end of the table, her hands resting gently on his legs and she looked up, nodding before she looked back down at Tristen. "Ready..."

Taking in another deep breath, Auron began rubbing his hands together before lowering them to rest against the table on both sides of Tristen as he leaned forward with his head hovering over the child's. “Nahop. Mnaa esaeun zith..” As the man spoke his breath became visible, a dark smoke flowing from his mouth into Tristen's and after a moment Auron's eyes closed.

Silence filled the room, and for a while it seemed nothing was happening.. that was until the lights dimmed, and even the light coming from the window seemed to fade out. The air around them grew thick and cold, both Tristen and Auron becoming ghost white as time passed. Tristen's body jerked up slightly as what looked like a small red light left the boys mouth and entered Auron's, seconds later a darker red light left Auron's mouth and descended into Tristen's.

“Iq's aewabbi..”

With Auron's last words the lights returned, as did the warmth of the room but something was still wrong. Slowly Auron lifted his head to look at Anadecia, blood slowly trickling from his nose and his eye sockets had darkened. Suddenly what sounded like two men screaming in pain echoed through the room and Auron's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he fell to the floor.

She watched with morbid curiosity, holding her breath what seemed like forever, looking between him and Tristen. She dared not speak, just standing and holding Tristen's hand. Auron looked at her and she gasped at the blood, moving quickly when she saw him start to fall. He landed on his knees first, her reaching to grab him before he slammed into the table, and she lowered with his head in her lap. "Auron!Auron!Come on, wake up..." She was shaking, patting his cheek and cleaning his face at the same time. Her eyes lifted to the table, checking on Tristen before she lifted the back of her trembling hand to her mouth, whimpering softly. "Wake up dammit!" The frustration evident along with her fear for him, crackling through her voice.

“What's wrong mommy?” Came the voice of her blue eyed baby boy who was now laying on his stomach watching her with a small smile. “Is he sleepin'?” He asked before inching further to the edge to look down at Auron who was still out cold.

She looked up, heaving a sigh of relief at the boy peering down, nodding and laughing through her anxiety. "He fell..." She looked back down, a hand gripping his shirt as she shook him again. "Auron, please...wake up...we have-Tristen...hes awake. " She was shaking herself, trembling as she moved to the side of him, hands cradling his face as she moved closer "Wake up..." The soft whisper close enough to brush his lips. "You're scaring his mom...Auron..." She breathed his name and watched, waiting for signs of him waking.

Gasping Auron arched up slightly, before coughing up what looked like very dark blood. “Shhhhhiit...” He groaned softly, keeping his eyes closed tightly for a moment before looking up at her. “Why the face?” He asked, taking in a deep breath before trying to get up only to stay in the same spot for another few minutes.

His lips brushed hers as he arched, sending a jolt right through her. She blinked and lifted, just in time for him to cough up the dark sputum, reaching for a nearby kitchen towel to wipe his mouth gently.

"What look? " She spoke softly, now laying his head in her lap again. "Tris is awake..." She looked up at the boy still peering down, before looking back to Auron. "He says you are a sleepy head." She laughed, her hand smoothing his hair slightly.

“Good.. glad he woke up.. Not that he wasn't going to just.. it could have taken a day or two.” With several deep breaths he slowly rolled onto his hands and knees, taking him another minute before pushing himself up onto his feet. “I took out everything involving Mikkeal.. but there is still taint.. including mine now..”

She lifted with him, helping him up as her eyes went to the ceiling. She looked back, between him and Tristen. " He will know, won't he..." She trailed, fussing over Auron a second before she caught herself, pushing a hand through her hair then reaching for Tristen.

“He will.. But that's a good thing. More or less.. He'll know you have someone with you who is strong enough to take away a piece of him form whoever he tries to manipulate.. Doing that with the family of demons he's apart of.. even if its just a sliver.. is one hell of a feat that is near impossible to do. Unless you're in the family or learned from someone in it.”

She cradled Tristen to her, her hand resting at the back of his head, and she looked up at him, eyes narrowed slightly as she took in what he said. "I see...So,. How do you know this then?"

He looked between her and her child before slowly stepping over to sit on the sofa. “I know someone in the family.” He stated after a moment of silence. “Can't go around helping people with demon problems if you don't know how to handle one of the high ranking families.. That would get you killed.. if not worse.”

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ibnfauzee · 7 years ago

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IFB No. AQD 006 Pongadjian Hikonom: Arkanul Eeman (أركان الإيمان)

Tiru sog bahagian nog poksunu’-sunu’ nog agama (Maratibud Deen) yaninna og “Al-Eeman”. Di’ mojukup og poktawheed nok solobuk iypun apabila diin poratsayahon og poktawagon “Al-Eeman”. Talu’ ni Shiekhul-Islam Abdul-aziz bin badz sog muqaddimanog kitabin “Al-aqeeda Assahiha” taluin: “og Aqeeda Assaheeha yaninna og koasalan nog Agama Islam, bu gamut nog ibadat, adapun apabila da’ pogdadi og aqeeda nog ipun na tartantu di’ tolimaon og olo-olo og sanga tiru sog ibadatin”. Og eeman yaninna og gamut nog Aqeeda Al-Islamiyya Assaheeha, punan nog olo-olo ibadat mipardu’ sog ipun. Adapun sima-sima og sumulang sog kolegan nog eeman tartantu molarak na og ibadatin kotanan: Farman nog Awllah: قال تالى: (وَمَن يَكْفُرْ بِالْإِيمَانِ فَقَدْ حَبِطَ عَمَلُهُ وَهُوَ فِي الْآخِرَةِ مِنَ الْخَاسِرِينَ) Sog tafseerin molani: “Bu sima-sima og mogkufur (sumagga’) sog (suguan nog) eeman, na mobatal na ammalin (ibadatin), bu mosunu’ na yanin tow lugi so gondow qiyama” [Surah Al-Maeeda: 5] Og punan nog eeman yaninna wajib ponginomba sog Awllah, sog manga malaikat, sog manga konabihan, sog manga kokitab-kitaban, sog gondow qiyama, bu ponginomba’ sog pokoradjaan Qadar mobais bug molaton. Misolobuk og mga konabihan kotanan sog porkala ini.Damikyan ampu’ sog pog-eeman olo-olo pokaradjaan sinabbut nog Awllah bu sog sog hadith nog nabi sog parkala’ gaib, yaninna sanga nog eeman (Ponginomba’). قال تعالى: (آمَنَ الرَّسُولُ بِمَا أُنزِلَ إِلَيْهِ مِن رَّبِّهِ وَالْمُؤْمِنُونَ ۚ كُلٌّ آمَنَ بِاللَّهِ وَمَلَائِكَتِهِ وَكُتُبِهِ وَرُسُلِهِ لَا نُفَرِّقُ بَيْنَ أَحَدٍ مِّن رُّسُلِهِ ۚ وَقَالُوا سَمِعْنَا وَأَطَعْنَا ۖ...) Tafseerin molani: “Mattan og kotomba sog rasuwl “Nabi Muhammad (صلى الله عليـه وسلم)” sabab sog olo-olo piponog diyanin (Qu’an) tiru sog Rabb (migipat diyanin), Bu mattan og ponginomba nog manga mu’min. Kotanan ilon (mu’min) tinumomba sog Awllah, bu sog manga malaikatin, bu sog kokitab-kitabanin bu sog manga korasuwlanin; da’dun pigbiddaan nog (pokporatsaya sog) tiyap-tiyap solokotow tiru dinilon (konabihan bu korasuwlan). Bu taluon nog manga ilon kitu’ (bar-eeman): moginongog ami bu tumomba ami…” [Surah al-Baqara 285] Olo og Rukun nog Eeman? Og rukun nog eeman mama’ nog misabbut sog Hadith: حديثُ جبريل (عليه السلام) المشهور حين سأل النبي - صلى الله عليه وسلم - عن الإِيمَان، فقال - صلى الله عليه وسلم -: «الإِيمَان أَنْ تُؤْمِنَ بِالله وَمَلائِكَتِهِ وَكُتُبِهِ وَرُسُلِهِ وَالْيَوْمِ الآخِرِ وَتُؤْمِنَ بِالْقَدَرِ خَيْرِهِ وَشَرِّهِ» [أخرجه مسلم، كتاب الإيمان، باب بيان الإيمان والإسلام والإحسان رقم (8)] Hadith tiru ni Jibril (Alayhis salam) sog waktu sinak yanin nog Nabi (Sallahu alayhi wasallam) pasal nog "iyman".: "Og iyman yaninna og pomoratsaya sog Allah, sog mga Malaikatin, sog mga Kitabin, sog mga Korasulanin, bu sog gondow binaya, bu pomoratsaya sog qadar kobisin, bu sok kolatonin". Ok pokporatsaya sog Rukun nom (6) suboy mogunot sog tolu (3) parkala: Taluon nog dila; tasdikon nog pongatayan; bu inangon nog baran. Og manga rukun nog iyman (pomoratsaya) nombuk (6) yaninna: 1) Ponginomba sog Allah: Yaninna tombaan nog ipun og Awllah nog yanin sobonnal og “Ilah” (pogtag-ipunan) daun mokobatuk diyanin. Kongonan nog Awllah, yanin og mikpoponjari nog nog gulipon, bu yanin og mogbobogoy nog rodjiki dinilon, so kotanan nog makhluk “alam” kiyosunan bu onda’. Porotsayahon nog Muslim og Awllah og taga kopatut mogbogoy nog tungbas mobais sok sosuku og mig-tag-ipun dyanin, bu sumiksa sok sosuku sinumagga’ diyanin. Og Maksud nog ponginomba sog Awllah yaninna ok pog sumba nog manusiya bug jinn sabab yanin kitu’ ok maksud piponjarihan nog Awllah dinilon: Farman nog Awllah: (قال تعالى: (وَمَا خَلَقْتُ الْجِنَّ وَالْإِنسَ إِلَّا لِيَعْبُدُونِ Ma’ananin molan: “Daun maksud pipojari nami og Jinn bug Manusiya, buwat malaingkat mog-tag-ipun (ilon sog Awllah). [Adh-Dhaariyat: 56]. 2) Ponginomba sog manga Malaikat: Yaninna wajib poratsayahon nog ipun sobonnal tokod og komalaikatan piyongon nog Awllah karna’ mogunut sog olo-olo suguanin. Bu tombaan nog muslim og malaikat ipun nog Awllah di’ sumulang sog olo-olo suguan dinilon, bu inangon nilon olo-olo misugu’ dinilon. Damikyan og malaikat da’ kotantu og dakol nilon, sugaid ngon tiru sog manga malaikat sinabbut ilon nog Awllah sog Qur’an Al-Kareem, mama’ nog Jibril kiwakilan mogogoyit nog wahi; og Israfil kiwakilan mogoyup nog sangkakala; og Mikail, kiwakilan nog dupi’ bu pomulan; Og Malakul jibal, kiwakilan nog kobontud bonturan, og Malakul-Mawut, kiwakilan nog momutuk nog nyawa nog ipun. Ngon dahop tiru nilon kiwakilan sog porkala ammal nog manusiya, mama’ nog Kiraman-Katibin, moksosulat nog ammal ibadat nog ipun; og Munkar bug Nakeer, kiwakilan sog porkala kobaisan bu kolatonan sog diyalom pokuburan; Og Khajanatul Janna, Tunggu’ nog Shurga’; Og Jabbaniyya, tungu’ nog Narka, mokpotilibun ita sog Awllah diyanin. 3) Ponginomba sog manga Kokitab-kitaban: Yaninna wajib ponginombaan nog Muslim og manga kokitab-kitaban piturun nog Awllah sarta sinabbut sog diyalom Qur’an Mulya’; mama’ nog Tawrat, kitab nog Musa; Og injil kitab nog ‘Iesah; og Jabur kitab nog Dawuud; Suhuf Ibrahim, bu Qur’an piturun nog Awllah sog Nabi Muhammad (صلـى الله عليه وسلم). Og maksud nog ponginomba’ sog Kitab, yaninna poratsayahon nog Muslim olo-olo pokoradjaan nog maga ummat mikuna tiru sog manga shara’ nog Awllah dinilon. Adapun wajib tombaan bu inangon nog muslim olo-olo sinuguan nog Awllah sog diyalom Qur’an bu hallianin olo-olo pigondianin sog diyalom Qur’an. 4) Ponginomba sog manga Korasulan: Yaninna tombaan nog muslim og mga konabihan bu korasuwlan sinugu’ nog Awllah karna’ hiposaplag og Kalimatut Tawheed yaninna koasalan nog Aqeeda Asshaheeha bu sumulag sog ginang Taghut (shikr). Damikyan suboy kosunan nog Muslim og og tiyap-tiyap nabi misugu’ nog Awllah tartantu sog Ummat nilon atawa kawman kisakupan nilon. Ampu’ sok pomoratsaya sog Korasuwlan, og Nabi Muhammad (صلى الله عليـه وسلم) misugu’ nog Awllah huda (monondu’) sog ipun, kownutan nog kotanan nog Rasuwl (misugu’) bu nabi kohinapusan (binaya’) daunna nabi puas diyanin. Sima-sima sumulang sog ponondu’ nog nabi tartantu mobilang yanin sog tow kufur (sinumagga’). 5) Ponginomba sog Gondow binaya (Qiyama): Yaninna ponginomba’ nog ongon og gondow qiyama. Gondow kotubu’ nog manusiya puas nog komatoy, damikyan gondow pogtimbang nog ammal ibadat bu poktungbas sog kokohinang nog tiyap-tiyap ipun. Sima-sima og ginangin mobais sarta tolimaon diyanin posoloron nog Awllah sog Shurga’, damikyan sima-sima og ginagin molaton bu di’ tolimaon, posoloron sog Api-narka’ jahannam, mokpotilibun ita sog Awllah diyanin. 6) Ponginomba’ sog Qadar mobais bu qadar molaton: Yaninna ponginomba sog olo-olo pokoradjaan piyongon nog Allah tiru sog manga qadar nog manusiya; Rijkiin, Ajalin (umur), bu ammalin mobais bu molaton. Hadith riwayat ni Muslim tiru ni Khuzayfa bata ni Aseed: حذيفة بن أسيد، فهو من أفراد مسلم، ولفظه‏:‏ سمعت النبي صلى الله عليه وسلم يقول‏:‏ ‏‏"‏إذا مر بالنطفة ثنتان وأربعون ليلة، بعث اللّه إليها ملكًا، فصورها، وخلق سمعها وبصرها، وجلدها ولحمها وعظامها‏.‏ ثم يقول‏:‏ يا رب، أذكر أم أنثى ‏؟‏ فيقضي ربك ما شاء، ويكتب الملك، ثم يقول‏:‏ يارب، رزقه‏؟‏ فيقضي ربك ما شاء ويكتب الملك؛ ثم يقول‏:‏ يا رب، أجله‏؟‏ فيقضي ربك ما شاء، ويكتب الملك، ثم يخرج الملك بالصحيفة في يده، فلا يزيد على ما أمر ولا ينقص‏"‏‏‏.‏ Midongogu og nabi (صلى الله عليه وسلم) miktalu’: “Apabila mosaut na og nutfa (tubig sog diyalom raheem nog libun) patpulu bu duwa (42) gobi, na posuguan na yanin nog Awllah sog malaikat karna pohantangon og bebbein, poponjarihan na yanin nog pongdongogin bu ponontongin, buk panitin bu gungodin bu tulanin. Moroksu moktalu na og malaikat: Ya Rabb, laki atawa libun?, na suguon na nog Allah hiposulat olo o koleganin, bu hisulat na nog malaikat, moroksu moksak nahop: Ya Rabb: Olo og rizkiin? Na sumugu’ na og Awllah hiposulat olo og koleganin, na hisulat na nog malaikat og rizzikiin. Modoksu’ moksak nahop og malaikat: Ya Rabb, olo Azalin? Na sumugu’ na og Awllah hiposulat olo og koleganin, na hisulat na nog malaikat og azalin (hatinin og umul nog manusiya). Modoksu’ hipoluwas na nog malaikat og misulatin sok komotin, da’ pogdungag bu da’ pokkulang”. [Muslim] Manjari wajib suboy ponginombaab nog solobuk Muslim og kotanan misabbut rukun nog iyman, karna di’ mojukup og pomoratsaya atawa kotomba' nog solobuk muh'min apabila ngon solobuk diin poratsayahon tiru sog numbuk rukun. Wawllahu a’lam.

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