#najmi

[seriouslyisolde]

babies??? PaRents??? BABIES? pArEnTs??? Babies? parents??

i often say that i want to be happy but why do i always do this to myself

here's to another tragic couple 💀💀💀

[bazm-e-ishq]

If we separate it won't be easy for a lifetime to get this heart fall. It would feel like it had fallen but it won't.

A lot of attention ruins the relationship. If we fear more we won't be afraid at all.

— Umair Najmi

[prefectbleux]

there's just something about him whenever he's angry hmmm might make more of this in the future

[bantennews]

Madrasah Ma'had Nurul Najmi Gelar Ikhtifalan Pelepasan Santri

SERANG – Madrasah Ma’had Nurul Najmi menggelar ikhtifalan pelepasan santri dengan tema membangun generasi islam yang cerdas, kreatif, dan inovatif. Acara tersebut digelar di Taman Banten Lestari Blok D RT 002/ RW 21, Kelurahan Unyur, Kecamatan Serang, Kota Serang. Acara tersebut digelar pada Sabtu (22/6/2024) kemarin. Dalam acara tersebut hadir tokoh agama, tokoh masyarakat, ketua RW, Ketua Dewan…

[somnoir]

Little star's favorite

It all started when Talia came to Gotham with a gift.

The gift in question was a twelve year old boy.

Bruce stared at the boy who was almost the exact replica of Damian if not for the blue eyes and longer hair. He looked utterly perplexed at the sight of Bruce, tilting his head before frowning at his mother with a visibly displeased look.

"Beloved, may I introduce you to Danyal, our Damian's twin brother. He was... Away... On a mission until recently." Talia hummed, a hand on Danyal's back.

"You... You didn't think to tell me about him when you told me about Damian?" Shutting his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. He looked down at the boy who looked a little more like him than Talia and felt himself softening. "Hello Danyal."

"Hello."

Talia smiled, before her expression fell. "A little warning, beloved. The twins do not get along. Damian is quite the competitive child and Danyal... Well, he's the nicer one if I must say." She shrugged, running her fingers through her son's hair before pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Go on now, Najmi As-Sagheer (my little star)."

"Ummi... Must I join them? I am perfectly fine with remaining in the league." Danyal muttered, eye twitching but his expression was quickly schooled into neutrality.

"Yes, Danyal." She sighed, "I have no intention of letting father keep you."

Bruce raised a brow at her words.

"That is a conversation for another time, habibi." Talia lazily insisted, gently pushing Danyal towards Bruce.

Bruce, for all he's lived, immediately recognized a feral cat in the form a child. Yep. Another Damian. That was seemingly the nicer one.

But he was scruffy little thing who was being called little star by his mother. Bruce blinked, offering his hand to Danyal (like how a person would do by letting a cat sniff his hand to see if they were safe).

Danyal, more twitchy and annoyed than his brother, looked at the hand like it had personally offended him.

And that is how Batman brought home another child while holding him by the scruff.

(Danny hated everyone except for Alfred—both cat and butler)

Danyal was a much quieter person compared to Damian. Unlike his brother who had practically came into their lives guns blazing and declaring that he was the rightful heir to the bat, Danyal mainly ignored them. He would glare, snarl, and scowl, but not in the way Damian did. The kid was obviously threatened by them, but more for his own safety rather than inheritance.

He avoided them like the plague, only welcoming the company of Alfred and occasionally Cass.

He didn't join in on the vigilante business, opting to stay back with Oracle and just quietly direct them on their missions. It was strange in all honesty.

They didn't know much about Danyal, aside from the fact that his mother called him little star for his natural love of space. That he liked to tinker with gadgets and make his own weapons. That he really liked fudge.

Aside from that, the kid was quiet and was usually hiding out in his room.

Tim wasn't particularly thrilled to have another demon brat in the family. He avoided Danyal as much as possible expecting for the boy to be just like his brother and attack him.

But apparently not.

It's one of those unfortunate times that Tim's sleep deprivation and overload on energy drinks gets him benched by Alfred and not Bruce. No one particularly wanted to argue with their beloved butler/grandpa so Tim was stuck in place. It was a much quieter night than usual, almost peaceful (as much as Gotham can get).

Babs was relieved of her duties to have a night off, rest and relax and such, while Tim manned the bat computer in Oracle's place. He almost didn't notice the mop of black hair that suddenly appeared beside him.

Tim didn't want to admit it, but he flinched at Danyal's presence and how he was quietly standing there with a tray of coffee and cookies. Blue eyes blinked at him, silently pushing the tray forward to offer Tim the lone cup (most likely for him) and the plate of cookies.

Suspicious, Tim narrowed his eyes. "Alfred wouldn't make me coffee after benching me for this kind of thing."

Danyal shrugged, "Made it myself. Thought you'd need it since the others will be gone for a while."

"That's poisoned."

"It's not." Danyal frowned, immediately taking the cup and taking a couple sips himself before once again offering it to Tim.

Now, Tim wasn't stupid enough to ignore the possibility of Danyal having some tolerance to poison. But Tim was also tolerant to a lot of poisons so might as well.

When taking one sip, he was already feeling weird. One, there was no poison. Two, it was actually pretty good.

Danyal just sat there and stared at the screen, munching on cookies and pointing at the screen whenever Robin started to stray from the patrol route. Tim had a lot of fun reportingtattling to Bruce about it.

Eventually, it became a routine.

Danyal always sat beside Tim. Quiet and just offering random stuff, either food, some little gadget he made, or just the most bizarre stuff he found while at school.

Tim learned many things about his weird little brother. How cameras go crazy around him. How he had his reasons for not being touched. How Danyal was more silent than Cass. How Danyal vanished and reappeared at times.

(The glowing green eyes were the most concerning.)

He never really took notice of how Danyal started to gravitate to him. Always with him, barely without.

(Tim refused to admit that he was just the same.)

"Can I go on patrol with you?" Danyal asked, tugging at his Red Robin suit with a curious look. "I wanna meet Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn."

And Tim didn't really see much of a problem with that. Danyal was a highly trained assassin that Ra's apparently trusted to go on a solo mission while Damian had to be whisked away from the league. It wasn't too absurd for Tim to just shrug and let his kid brother tag along.

He was also very sure that his baby brother was an eldritch being with how the shadows seemed to rise around him. Yeah, the baby was a cryptid amongst a family of supposed cryptids. Very fitting.

It's a nice night. With Danny running amok with Tim, clearly having fun. But that one looks of sadness didn't escape Tim when Danny paused and looked to the sky with longing.

Tim remembers how Danny rambled about the stars in their shared moments, where it's just them.

Tim remembers how Danny would describe the sky in Nanda Parbar and how he often snuck out just to see it.

Tim remembers how much his little brother likes space and turns to the cloudy sky of Gotham that hides the stars.

Tim remembers how he was often depraved of the brotherly love he wanted. How he didn't get the full experience of having an older brother.

"You okay, little star?"

Danyal snapped his head towards Tim, eyes blown wide and flashing green (he knows that wasn't normal but he ignores that in favor to the way Danyal visibly softens at the nickname).

"'m okay, akhi." Danyal muttered, following after Tim after adjusting his own hood.

And it's like his heart stops.

Yep.

Tim has had Danyal for barely a year and he was willing to throw hands with Ra's, Talia, and Bruce for him.

"C'mon, qalbi(my heart). Batburger's still open."

He barely noticed the shift after that. But others think it's a glaring change that often made them stop and stare.

Danyal went to Tim whenever he needed anything.

If Danyal wasn't in bed, you'd find him snuggled up to Tim.

Danyal hated it when people touched him... Except for Tim.

Danyal liked Tim the most.

The day Dick thought it was a good idea to call Danyal 'Danny' (a nickname that was only used by Tim and Alfred), he almost got stabbed. Well, that's where all the stabbiness went to.

Safe to say, Tim was Danny's favorite.

And Danny was Tim's.

"Drake! What have you done to my brother?!" Damian pointed a katana at Tim, who lazily glanced his way before turning back to Danny who was comfortably snuggled up to him and watching Blue while Tim scrolled on Tiktok.

"I haven't done anything to Danny, demon brat. Now shoo!" Tim's irritation could be heard from a mile away, shamelessly shooing Damian away with a flick of his wrist. Then the next second, he was combing his fingers through Danny's hair and listening to his younger brother make a purring noise.

(Another point of investigation because that is not fucking normal, Tim. Cute though!)

"I refuse to believe that Danyal would prefer you over me!"

"You're just salty that he stabs you like you stab me." Tim waved him off again, watching as Danny yawned and continued to ignore everyone else.

The click of a camera immediately alerts him and he's tugging Danny down before the much younger boy lunges at Dick.

"Woah! What's up with him?" Dick nervously asked, instinctively raising his phone above his head.

"Delete that!" Tim snarled, pulling Danny closer and guiding his brothers face to his shoulder. "You know he hates it when people take pictures without consent!"

(Tim doesn't tell them that something goes every wrong with the footage if Danny was ever in the picture.)

"Dick." Tim warned, effortlessly picking up Danny, because yes, his seemingly cryptid baby brother could become weightless, and snatched Dick's phone. Yep. Instead of Danny, there was a very strange figure, a glitching silhouette of black and green. He deletes it immediately.

Dick was pouring, "I don't have any pics of Danny—"

"Don't call me that, Richard." Danny scowled, clinging to Tim like a koala. He was strangely more child-like than Damian, muttering about annoying people who interrupted bonding time. (Dick was just forced to pout.)

"Danyal." Damian crossed his arms, scowling at Danny who was still comfortably cuddled up to Tim. "It is not appropriate to cling to Drake in such a way! You will embarrass our mother and father if you are seen acting like a petulant child!"

Tim wanted to argue that no, he wouldn't embarrass Talia and Bruce by being a kid, but Danny just grabbed a cookie from nowhere (note to self, add possible teleportation powers to cryptid baby) and shoved it into his mouth.

Danny just yawned, fixing Damian with a lazy glare.

"Tuhali, can you shut up?"

Damian stood stock still, while Jason and Bruce choked on their own spit. Jason slapping a hand over his mouth and Bruce just staring at his twins like the apocalypse was about to return.

"What did you just call me?"

Danny yawne again, "My spleen."

Tim knew what Tuhali meant. Of course he fucking knew Arabic! But to think that his cryptid baby brother was straight up calling Damian his spleen?

The spleen that Tim doesn't have.

The spleen that's important to the immune system but you can survive without it?

Tim grinned, grabbing his cryptid baby and made a run for it.

Yep.

Danny was definitely his favorite.

Credits to: @strangergraphics for the dividers used.

[maihonhassan]

And when Umair Najmi wrote;

“Bohut tawajjoh ta'alluq bigar deti hai, ziyaada darne lagenge tou dar lagega nahin.”

I felt this.

[fluffy-appa]

Imam Ahmad al Najmi رحمه الله said:

"Oh female slave of Allah, fools tempting you to displaying parts of your body is nothing but deception and trickery against you.

Once they have gained control over you, you will become like carcass that is frequented by dogs.

Your consequence will be that your husband, your family, and the entire Islamic society will despise you, even those who claim to love you.”

[المجموع العمي ٢٢٥/١٧]

[cinnamims]

Uhibbuki: Chapter One

There will be 5 more chapters! This will be the shortest chapter. Jamil shows up in chapter two. Reader is a parrot beast woman. Let me know if you want to be tagged for updates!

WC: 1140

@y2unagiz

Chapter one- Lovebird

Najma POV

“Has he asked about me?”

“Jeez, (Y/N), no. He hasn’t. Please stop asking.”

This is how Najma Viper’s mornings have started for the past nine years. Every day on the way to school, you would ask about how her brother felt towards you without fail. The wording changed on occasion, but it was always said in the same awestruck tone. That's just how you've always been. Najma glanced at you. “The answer’s never gonna change, y’know.”

“It will! One day, he’ll be mine, and I’ll laugh at all the ones who doubted me. Like you. I’ll laugh at you.” You had a triumphant smirk on your face as though you had already won. “I’m gonna marry him. It’s gonna be great, I swear.”

Najma had heard that talking point more times than she could count. It’s not like she hated marriage, but a girl can only hear someone declare that they’re going to marry her brother for so long. “Can you at least pretend to be normal?” Najma asked, a bored expression on her pretty face.

You cackled, “Oh my seven, Najma! You’re so much like him!” You fell back into her arms, your multicolored wings hitting Najma in the face. “My prince, take me away from these heathens,” you cooed in a singsongy voice.

“Yeah, yeah,” Najma smirked, used to this, “I love you soooo much, my princess; I’ll cherish you forever.” You squealed softly as you righted yourself, slipping your hand into Najma’s. 

“Think like this, Najmie. If I marry him, we’ll be sisters! Isn’t that so cool?!” Najma grinned; that would be pretty awesome. 

Your wings drooped as you entered the schoolyard, making Najma giggle. You were good at school, despite how you acted. Parrots are one of the most intelligent birds after all. “School is so booooring,” you wailed, eyes clenched shut in anguish.

“At least you’re good at it,” huffed Najma, crossing her arms. She sighed as the two of you parted ways, dragging her feet as she walked to her own class. How was she supposed to tell you that Jamil was coming home tonight?! You would get all lovey-dovey (no pun intended), looking at Jamil like he hung the stars. She could already hear your squeals, “He looked at me! Did you see?? He totally wants me!!” Ugh.

You were, without a doubt, a delusional train wreck when it came to Jamil. Part of Najma felt bad for you, but it’s hard to feel bad for someone that doesn't learn from their own failures. No matter how many times you confessed, you were always met with rejection.

The first confession happened a little after Najma first met you. The then eight-year-old you came over to play and saw Jamil. Your eyes widened in wonder. You padded up to the nine-year-old before you even asked for Najma. “You’re so pretty,” you said, hearts in your eyes. “Date me.”

“Thank you,” Jamil's voice was calm; he had already been praised for his looks enough, “but we’re too young to date, so no.”

The most recent confession happened when Jamil was about to go back to school after summer break. You had shown up at their doorstep with hearts in your gleaming eyes. “Jamil! I really like you! Please go out with me!” Your voice was strong, certain of what you wanted. Jamil responded by promptly slamming the door in your face. 

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Your POV

Contrary to popular belief, you were not stupid. Only a select few knew of your smarts, namely Najma. You learned at a young age that it is far easier to get people to like you if they think they know you. Besides, if people doubted your intelligence, they wouldn’t come to you if they had a job they were too stupid to do. Yes, this was just how you liked it. Being underestimated is far better than being overestimated.

Carrying on like this would be just fine. 

You sighed as you looked out the window, just to see a couple holding hands. Your wings drooped along with your spirit. When was Jamil supposed to get home again? Sometime this week? However long, it wouldn’t be short enough. 

You fought the urge to whistle. Now isn’t the time, (Y/N)! Wait until you’re out of school to be annoying. Go back to thinking about Jamil, like a sane person. You, ever the slave to your thoughts, obeyed. Jamil… That boy was a mystery. You could tell he was hiding something, but what? The look he gets when he’s passionate is something you could gaze at for as long as you live. You could tell that Jamil Viper had more going on beneath the surface than he let on. 

Every once in a while, you could see his calm, indifferent look break into an expression of pure rage, most often when Kalim was around. Despite the anger—or maybe because of it—he was even more breathtaking than usual. It wasn’t the anger that made him look beautiful in those moments, though; it was the fact his true emotions were shining through. You’d kill to be the person he felt safe enough around to let down his guard. 

You groaned under your breath. Bad, bad (Y/N)! Focus on your schoolwork. Your boring, stupid schoolwork. When you refocused, you saw doodles in the margins of your paper. Tiny sketches of snakes and hearts were scattered across the worksheet, every question unanswered. You took a deep breath; time to lock in.

By the time class finished, you had finished your assignment with minutes to spare. You hummed under your breath, doing everything in your power to avoid chirping. You still remember that last time you had chirped in class. Your face reddened just thinking about the bullying that followed. That was not a fun year.

You had always tried to shove down your more avian habits for fear of being bullied. Every once in a while, though, you’d mess up and have to face the aftermath of being yourself. Children can be cruel, and when they’re unchecked, they grow into even crueler young adults. You have vivid memories of getting your wings pulled on, getting birdseed thrown at you, and people cawing at you until you were rescued. 

Jamil. He could have just left you to fend for yourself, but he didn’t. He scolded everyone making fun of you, helped you to your feet, and told you there wasn’t anything wrong. He did all that like it was nothing. That is the true reason why you have loved him for so long. He made you feel safe. However, that feeling vanished the moment he left. The Asims made sure you would never feel safe on your own ever again. After all, it’s difficult for a bird with clipped wings to rely on themself.

[sufiiiiiiii]

bichhad gaye to yeh dil umr bhar lagega nahin,

lagega....lagne laga hai...magar lagega nahin,

nahin lagega unhe dekh kar...magar khush hai,

main khush nahin hu magar dekh kar lagega nahin......

"Janab Umair Najmi"

[mjrtaurus]

Nemo getting mad at his little Speak N' Say toy because it's the wanis that moo, not just the cows! 😤😤

Just little angry squeals and Crocodile is in full agreement.

You tell ‘em, Najmi! Baba’s got your back!

[najmiska]

Ludmila & Hazel References

Full name: Ludmiła (Ludmila/Mila) Wysocka Age: 18 Pronouns/Orientation/Gender: She/they/demiromantic asexual lesbian/demigirl Nationality: Polish/Jorvegian Body shape: hourglass Face shape: diamond/heart (I have no idea how it works help) Nose shape: slavic nose (straight, a little raised at the end with a little bump) Hair color and type: gingerish brown, wavy (2b) Eyes color: brown Skin: light, burns in the sun Height/Weight: 165cm/54kg Distinctive features: freckles and a little bit pointy ears Fashion sense: elegant, historically inspired clothing (lolita, ouji, victorian, academia), neutral colors, often shades of brown Also: she always wears her clear quartz necklace, likes to put her hair in a half up-do with a ribbon (has curtain bangs), wears wireless headphones when overstimulated, carries lace parasol when it's too sunny, sometimes wears strong sunglasses and glasses against blue light (sensitive eyes) Magic: Uses all circles and knows some witch spells. Her aura is white (like Aideen's light), sometimes uses rune wand for help Currently lives at: Jarlaheim Work: helps her father (archaeology) and Farah (sews), sings at local festivals, goes to high school with other Soul Riders

Full name: Hazelnut Latte (Hazel) Age: 7 Gender: Mare Breed: Officially Registered Pintabian Coat: Chestnut with white markings on all four legs, face and the base of neck, light hooves Height/Weight: 152cm/425kg Eyes color: brown Also: Can turn into a pegasus with white wings (later on will be able to also have a white unicorn horn) Good at: Dressage, trail rides, running away from death Currently lives at: Jorvik Stable

[yuurei20]

EN vs JP: Harveston

Original Option 1: You eat them with the skin on?

EN Option 1: We don’t need to wash them?

This was a learning moment for the JP server as, in Japan, fruits like apples are typically eaten without the skin.

It is not scandalous to eat the skin of an apple, but it is unusual, and there are people who do not know that eating apples with the skin is considered normal in other countries.

Other fruits that are typically eaten peeled include peaches and certain types of grapes.

This was changed to “washed” on EN since North America is one of those places where eating apple peel is normal.

Original Sebek: But still…I can barely tell what those two are talking about. Are they speaking in code?

EN Sebek: Their accents are a bit thick, though.

Honorifics and “yobisute” (a word used for when someone is not using things like -chan / -san / etc) have already been discussed here, in a separate post.

Since English doesn’t have a word for “to refer to someone without honorifics,” EN adds the line “No Ms. or Mrs.?” to get the same concept across.

The problem that arises is that even though Idia has commented on how strange Sebek is speaking, he then proceeds to do the same thing (on EN).

By translating his “yobisute” comment literally but then localizing the rest of the dialogue as usual, a weird continuity issue arises.

Both Jade and the village mayor refer to Marja with the “-san” honorific, but as it has been dropped from EN, it makes Sebek’s way of speaking normal, making Idia’s first comment about “No Ms. or Mrs.?” seem like it is what is out of place, when in reality, Sebek is the odd man out.

This confusion might have been avoided by having everyone refer to Marja with an English-language honorific like Ms. or Mrs., or perhaps by having just Sebek refer to her by a nickname?

(which is what EN did for Cater in Firelit Sky, changing his “-chan” honorific for Najma to the nickname “Najmie.” In his original dialogue, Cater never calls her “Najmie.”)

Later on in the game Sebek does add “Ms.” to her name (on EN; originally he is referring to her as “Marja-dono").

This is because she earns his respect by fixing his plushie, so he deigns to use an honorific with her name.

“-dono” is the honorific that Silver uses with Lilia (when no one else is around), and it is so close to “-sama” in meaning that Yana says Silver originally used “-sama” with Lilia, but she changed it to “-dono” because the repetition of “Malleus-sama,” “Waka-sama,” “Lilia-sama” got to be too much.

Original Epel: And this baby rabbit got caught in it and was injured in the process.

EN Epel: And this rabbit got caught in it and was injured in the process.

Original Dominic: Our team name will be “Seven☆Dwarves”!

EN Dominic: We’re the Seven Swords!

[insvnitx]

Ahmad Al - Najmi رحمه الله said:

“A mans affair is not complete nor his life except by way of a righteous wife.

And a woman will not be at peace nor her life pleasant except by way of a righteous husband.”

[Ta'sis Al Ahkām | 4/172]

[syasyasblog]

𝑴𝒀 𝑭𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷 𝑰𝑵 𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑮𝑬

On the first day of class in my college , I caught up some of my classmates in the class. We met in the bus which is from a group class that we all are trying to find the classroom that we need to be there. Firstly , I met someone which is called Dee and Doja . We both tried to find our class together which is quite struggling because we all don’t even know where is the class at. After we found our class we sit with each other and talk about our names.

After that , we went to the cafe to grab some food for lunch. We sit and eat together while talking and getting to know each other better. Doja is a short name that is known as Adam Danish and for Dee is Nur Darwisyah Adriana. After class ended we went to Nasken Coffee to grab some food to eat before heading back to our hostel’s.

On the next day , it was a rough day academically , and my friends noticed and invited me to grab some food for breakfast . It was such a simple gesture, but it really lifted my mood . We ended up talking about personal struggles and how we’re coping with the pressure of courses that we took. It reminded me how important it is to have friends that truly understand you.

I did met some other friends from a group chat which is Huda , Najmie and Dani . We talk to each other in online and we sometimes meet up at the college after classes or when there is no classes that are clashed . They all are such a wonderful person because sometimes we laugh at each others jokes and talk about how much fun we are together . Next , we all including doja and dee gets more closer and talk about our classes and study together if there is any test.

Lastly , we spend our time together most of the time by working on our assignments , but sometimes we planned for a study break . We went for a walk and talk about ever except for schoolwork. These friends has become my go to people when I need a mental break or some positive energy.

[zaallnoon]

When Umair Najmi Said

Pura Bhi Hoga ! Dekh Agar Khawb Hai Koi

Kehty To Hain Ky Musabab Ul Asbaab Hai Koi

It explained how Allah is the Best Planner of All Time and your plans and goals can be found true by expecting the best from him and trusting in his process.

[maihonhassan]

Bichhar gaye tou yai dil umr bhar lagega nahin, lagega lagne laga hai magar lagega nahin. — Umair Najmi

“If we fall apart, this heart won’t enamored anymore it would feel like it is. but it won’t.

Dastan khatam hone wali hai, tum meri aakhiri mohabbat ho. — Jaun Eliya

“The story is coming to end, You are my last love.”