#the purpose of life in quran

[theaishamuslima]

[basitj]

Sometimes we can feel like, "What is the world? Why are we here? What's our purpose?" Even when we have what we desire, there can still be a sense of something missing, right? It's a strange and hard-to-explain feeling.

But during Ramadan, I found the answers to all those questions through my own studies of Islam, the lives of the prophets, and most importantly, by delving into the translation of the Quran.

It's a feeling that's hard to put into words, like a mix of fear of God and awe at the Quran's accuracy in predicting the future. And I also felt the love that Allah has for us. It's amazing how questioning ourselves can lead us to realize that the solace we seek comes from being close to the one who created and loves us like no one else, Allah SWT.

By following the commands of our beloved Prophet Muhammad (PBUH), we can find peace and live a good life. The Quran reminds us that "The life of this world is nothing but delusion" (Surah Al Hadid).

May Allah SWT take care of us in this life and the hereafter, filling our hearts with taqwa, mercy, and iman. May He grant us peace and patience, knowing that we're not perfect and can be led astray.

[julaibib]

10 ways to grow Iman.

Pray in the last third of the night.

Go to Fajr and Isha in congregation.

Say Adhkaar in the morning and evening.

Remember Death often.

Contemplate over the creation of Allah and how vast and beautiful his creation is.

Gain some knowledge of the Deen daily.

Remember the purpose of life

Fast Voluntarily

Pray as if it is your last prayer

Read Quran

[bakrarabize]

The Codex

Do you want to convert? 💚

THE CODEX

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Brothers support each other and create change both within and externally.

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Defending Arab interests.

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@slave3505 

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[bipolarman2022]

Primera parte. El conocimiento: Once upon a time, in a small town in Morocco, there was a man named **Yusuf**, known for his skills as a **hypnotherapist**. Yusuf was a devout Muslim, raised in the faith of Islam, and his practice of hypnosis had helped many people overcome their fears, addictions, and traumas. Although deeply religious, Yusuf always respected his patients' beliefs, as he understood that faith was a personal matter.

One day, a man named **David** came to Yusuf's office. David was a Spanish-born Christian who had traveled to Morocco on business. He had heard about Yusuf's skills and decided to visit him, hoping to find relief for his chronic anxiety that neither doctors nor psychologists in Spain had been able to cure.

David, although a Christian, was not particularly devout. He considered himself rather agnostic, with many doubts about the existence of God and the validity of any religion. As he sat down in front of Yusuf, he explained his situation, mentioning his anxiety, his sleepless nights, and his constantly restless mind.

Yusuf listened attentively and, after a few moments of reflection, proposed hypnosis as a method to help David relax and find an inner peace that seemed elusive. David, desperate for any kind of relief, agreed.

During the hypnosis session, Yusuf brought David into a deep state of trance. In this state, he began to guide him through his thoughts, exploring the recesses of his mind where his deepest anxieties and fears were housed. As they navigated these turbulent waters, Yusuf noticed that a large part of David's discomfort came from his confusion and inner conflict about faith and spirituality.

Yusuf, influenced by his own knowledge of Islam and believing that he could help David find clarity, began to introduce concepts from **Islam** into the trance, not with the intention of converting him, but to offer him a new perspective. He spoke of the peace one can find in submission to God’s will, in the certainty that there is a greater purpose and a higher power that guides everyone’s destiny.

David, still in a trance, listened intently to these words. In that state of vulnerability and openness, Yusuf’s teachings began to resonate in his mind. When he finally emerged from the trance, he felt a strange calm, a peace he had not experienced in years. Yet he also felt a growing curiosity to learn more about the ideas Yusuf had shared.

In the days that followed, David began to read about Islam, not with the intention of converting, but to better understand the source of the serenity he felt. He visited mosques, spoke to imams, and began to study the Quran. Gradually, he found a connection to the principles of Islam that offered him a clarity and a calmness he had not found in his own faith.

To his surprise, David began to feel a genuine attraction to Islam. It wasn't just Yusuf's words during hypnosis, but a personal journey toward deeper spiritual understanding. A few months later, David decided to embrace Islam, convinced that he had found the truth he had long sought.

When he returned to Yusuf's office, he did so not to reproach him for influencing his faith, but to thank him. He said, "Thank you, Yusuf. Your hypnosis opened my mind to something I never thought I would find. You didn't convert me, but rather you guided me toward a quest that turned out to be my path."

Yusuf smiled and replied, "It wasn't me who changed you, David. I just helped you hear what was always inside you."

David, now known as **Dawud** to his new Muslim friends, continued his life in Morocco, calmer and more at peace than ever, grateful for the unexpected direction his life had taken thanks to a simple hypnosis session that ultimately led him to a new faith and a new beginning.

[howtomuslim]

Why The Quran Asks Us To Ponder

Islam emphasises reflection, urging believers to use reason and contemplation to grasp the magnificence of creation and the purpose of life. The Quran, revealed to be a guidance for humanity, frequently calls us to use our intellect and ponder over the signs of Allah’s creation, encouraging deeper faith, gratitude, and understanding.

Below, we explore the Quran’s repeated call to contemplation, the signs in Allah’s creation, and the wisdom behind this reflection.

The Call to Ponder: A Divine Invitation

The Quran mentions the act of pondering 13 times, inviting readers to think beyond surface realities. Reflection in Islam is not just intellectual but also spiritual, helping people develop a connection with Allah by appreciating the beauty and precision of His creations. The Quran often presents questions that awaken hearts and minds:

“Do you not think?” (Surah Al-Baqarah, 2:44)

“Will you not then ponder?” (Surah Al-Baqarah, 2:219)

“Do they not reflect upon the Quran?” (Surah An-Nisa, 4:82)

“Will they not contemplate within themselves?” (Surah Ar-Rum, 30:8)

“So reflect, O people of insight.” (Surah Al-Hashr, 59:21)

“Do they not contemplate the Word?” (Surah Al-Mu’minun, 23:68)

“Do they not reflect upon the stories?” (Surah Yusuf, 12:111)

“Will you not ponder?” (Surah Al-Anaam, 6:50)

“In that are signs for those who reflect.” (Surah Ar-Rum, 30:21)

“For those who think and reflect…” (Surah Al-Zumar, 39:42)

“Do they not reflect on what Allah has created?” (Surah Al-A’raf, 7:185)

“Have they not traveled through the land to reflect?” (Surah Al-Hajj, 22:46)

“Do they not reflect on the heavens and the earth?” (Surah Ghafir, 40:57)

The Quran draws our attention to the vastness and intricacy of the universe as signs of Allah’s creative power:

“Indeed, in the creation of the heavens and the earth, and the alternation of the night and the day, are signs for those of understanding.” (Surah Aal-Imran, 3:190)

From the sky to the earth, the Quran teaches that every element of nature reflects divine wisdom. The harmony in ecosystems, the precise orbit of celestial bodies, and the perfect design of living beings all bear witness to Allah’s knowledge and control.

Prophet Muhammad (ﷺ) said: “Think about the creation of Allah, but do not think about the essence of Allah, for you will never be able to comprehend it.” (Sunan Abi Dawood, 4726)

Islam invites us to appreciate Allah’s signs but warns against delving into matters beyond human understanding, such as Allah’s essence.

Gratitude and Faith through Reflection

Contemplation naturally leads to gratitude. When we reflect upon the intricacies of creation, we recognizse our dependence on Allah’s blessings and mercy, increasing our faith and humility. The Quran says:

“If you were to count the favours of Allah, you could never enumerate them. Indeed, Allah is Forgiving and Merciful.” (Surah An-Nahl, 16:18)

Reflection transforms routine experiences — such as observing the sunrise or feeling the breeze — into moments of spiritual awareness. Gratitude, in Islam, is not merely verbal but is shown through worship, kindness, and responsible stewardship of the earth.

Islam’s Encouragement to Seek Knowledge

Islam’s emphasis on reflection fosters a deep love for learning and personal growth. The first revealed words of the Quran were:

“Read in the name of your Lord who created.” (Surah Al-Alaq, 96:1)

This call to read, understand, and seek knowledge underscores the importance of intellectual development in Islam. The Prophet Muhammad (ﷺ) said:

“Seeking knowledge is an obligation upon every Muslim.” (Ibn Majah, Hadith 224)

The act of pondering leads to acquiring knowledge, developing moral character, and fulfilling our purpose as vicegerents of Allah on earth.

Islamic Science and Innovation: A Legacy of Enlightenment Exploring the Golden Age and Pioneering Contributions in Astronomy and Medicinemedium.com

The Quran and Sunnah guide believers to reflect on both scripture and creation, allowing them to develop a profound connection with Allah. Through contemplation, one not only understands life’s purpose but also appreciates the beauty, wisdom, and mercy of God. This reflection leads believers to live mindfully, with gratitude and humility, striving to embody the teachings of Islam.

Emphasis of Good Character and Manners in Islam Islam is not just a set of rituals or beliefs; it is a comprehensive way of life that emphasises the importance of good…medium.com

Learn more about Islam here: https://www.howtomuslim.org

[9amartt]

🧠 Sometimes we hear our minds say in an advising tone: 

Why did you choose this path? You were a muslim anyway… and all muslims enter Jannah eventually, right?.. 

You used to believe in Allah, recite the quran, pray, fast… Your life was easier! You made many friends without being picky about their religious background, you used to maintain a good relationship with your parents and family, never involving religion in your conversations or calling them to believe in something they aren’t convinced of, you used to stay away from that which stirs up sadness and pain in your heart from the affairs of those muslims who you have nothing to do with! You used to follow an easy path that would take you to Jannah anyway… why did you do this to yourself, why did you involve yourself in all of this and sacrifice your security, your mental health, your family and friends, your wealth, your health… or even your life? Why!?

🫀So the heart which has been nurtured with Tawheed and Walaa & Baraa answers: 

“Ta-Ha. We have not sent down the Qur’an to you to cause you distress.” Allah did not send the quran upon Muhammad to cause him sadness, he did not send the Qur’an and this religion to make him miserable, regardless of the pain Muhammad went through, regardless of the forsaking, the purpose of the Qur’an was never to make Him unhappy, but rather, to guide him and an entire nation to the path of attaining Allah’s pleasure, and to guide us to endure the hardships of life with faith, because we will all struggle in this life -wether guided or not- except that some have a lord to complain to, and others don’t. 

If Allah blessed you with a soul full of empathy, full of entitlement for the affairs of those whom He made your brothers in eeman, know that this is a blessing, not a curse. 

Being blessed with a heart that aches for the affairs of muslims is not free, it comes with its pains and struggles, it comes with a heavy tax which you will have to pay for your entire life. But with Allah, it’s reward is also immense, for not a single pain endured for this religion and for its people goes in vain. We have left the path of ease because we are not mediocre to accept mediocrity.

Allah chose us to be guided, He chose us to be followers of the real pure methodology of His prophet, without compromising a single bit of that which Muhammad suffered to convey. 

We are not here to get the bare minimum or to accept inferiority and humiliation, our Lord is generous, and we must be diligent to attain the most from Him, we are not an ummah that accept the bare minimum, we have a great Lord, the best of prophets, the best of books, the best of religions, and are the best Ummah, we cannot end up being mediocre after all this divine selection. Allah didn’t choose us in vain for us to accept to be useless and selfish while there are others attaining the rewards we could have attained, we cannot accept to be put in the same bag as those who have sold their religion for the enjoyment of this life! Let the world forsake us, let us choose the hard way, let us take the stairs while others take the lift… because we want the highest rank of Jannah. 

Let us take this hard path, out of love and fear for our Lord, let us remember that this life is our only chance to strive for the highest status in Akhirah, so we might as well take it without neglect.

[islamicrays]

It's not about what you own or where you travel to that brings happiness, it's about the internal peace that you cultivate.

No amount of possessions, wealth or status can bring about joy, unless you have a sense of purpose in life, have meaningful relationships and you have a strong spiritual connection.

Make a commitment to work on yourself each day by overcoming your shortcomings, strengthening your relationships and being more God conscious by reading Quran & praying with concentration.

-Haleh Banani

[khizuo]

PP: THATCOPTICWEIRDO

VM: Marteeneee

CA: $Iamphara3na

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EMERGENCY!!!

PLEASE HELP ME IF YOU'RE ABLE TO EVEN A DOLLAR HELPS

I've been wrongfully forced out of the abusive transitionary home called Sakina House in Hamtramck, MI under Muslim Family Services and ICNA RELIEF. They are extremely abusive, threatening, and cruel. I have tons of emails, audios, videos, etc documenting their abuses towards me and the other women in that house. It's genuinely terrifying that they claim being Muslim while actively doing everything against the Quran.

They are even threatening a homeless woman there who just need someone to pay to renew her greencard, and they're threatening to kick her out if she doesn't get that done. So that's 4 homeless women at minimum abused and threatened by this organization that made us believe we were getting help and safety which was a lie.

She's literally the sweetest, kindest nurse, and if they do kick her out and I'm able to raise money to stay past Tuesday in this motel room, I'll ask her to stay with me because that's how much I care about these women in comparison to this "Muslim nonprofit". She would literally be on the streets in below freezing temperatures in Michigan. That's the depth of their cruelty. It's unfathomable.

She told me that as I was crying trying to get my belongings out of that house. In their document kicking me out, it states that I have an entire week to get my belongings out. But when I showed up to get the rest of it yesterday, they changed the code to get into building and CHANGED THE LOCK TO MY ROOM DOOR ULTIMATELY TAKING HOSTAGE OF MY OWN NECESSARY BELONGINGS. It's absolutely cruel and insane. I was not informed of any of this, and as far as I'm told, it has never been done before.

I just wanted to get my belongings and never deal with speaking to or with these demons at this organization ever again, but their cruelty and abuses won't even allow me that sort of peace.

I have literally no money left. THANK YOU IMMENSELY TO ISABELLE WHO HAS BEEN THE MOST KIND D0NAR ON HERE AND THE ONLY REASON I WAS ABLE TO GET THIS MOTEL ROOM ON THE 27TH WHEN I GOT KICKED OUT. All day, I called every where I could to get help, but because they purposely kicked me out the night before Thanksgiving, all the already strained community resources and nonprofits have not been available to help me at all. I looked at my P4y.Pal at 1 am and saw that Isabelle donated to me $200 and I burst into tears because that's exactly what I needed I used all I had to get this motel room until Wednesday morning.

I don't even have money for food, water, hygiene products, gas, phone and internet bills, let alone another week in this motel room. I need to raise at minimum 375 for another week in this room and then if I can pay for that, whatever is left will go to those other life essentials. PLEASE I'M BEGGING YOU ALL IF YOU'RE ABLE TO HELP OR KNOW SOMEONE THAT CAN HELP ME, PLS EVEN A DOLLAR HELPS SO MUCH

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[asma-al-husna]

Welcome to the new series: How to live by the Names of Allah!

Today we reveal the first Name we will memorize, understand and implement in our lives: ALLAH.

Our motives for studying the Names of Allah

Every week we will choose one of the Beautiful Names of Allah [swt] to memorize and discuss its influence on our life.

Our goals of Memorizing & Understanding the 99 Names, one by one, each week:

To get closer to Allah [swt] through this Name;

To link every second of our life to the Most Beautiful Names of Allah [swt];

To know Allah and consequently love Him, fear Him obey His orders and submit to His decree;

To understand the Names of Allah [swt] with our heart;

By knowing Allah [swt] we will try to perfect all our deeds.

If we know Allah [swt] we will know the purpose of our life!

The Meaning of the Name ‘Allah’

The word Allah means “the Being Who comprises all the attributes of perfection”, the Being Who possesses the best and the noblest qualities imaginable in the highest degree. This is supported by the Quran:

“His are the best (or most beautiful) names.” (17:110; 20:8; and 7:180)

Allah is a proper name, not derived from anything and the Al is inseparable from it. The word al-ilah (the god) is a different word.

The word Allah is unique and it is the Name which refers to the Being Himself as His personal name.

Amazing Facts about the Name ‘Allah’ :

– The Name ‘Allah’ is the only Name of Allah, the rest are all Attributes!

– The first and the last Word of the Adhan is ‘Allah’..

– The first word of Salah is ‘Allah’..

– In a typical Salah [namaz], the word that comes most is ‘Allah’..

– The beginning of our life starts with ‘Allah’ (the adhan)..

– and the end of our life should be..’la ilaha illa Allah’..!

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So remember, the first Name we memorize, understand and live by is:

ALLAH!

[julaibib]

10 ways to grow Iman.

Pray in the last third of the night.

Go to Fajr and Isha in congregation.

Say Adhkaar in the morning and evening.

Remember Death often.

Contemplate over the creation of Allah and how vast and beatiful his creation is.

Gain some knowledge of the Deen daily.

Remember the purpose of life

Fast Voluntarily

Pray as if it is your last prayer

Read Quran

[ishomieokay]

And We Made You Pairs (Ch. 3)

──── a homelander x arab oc story.

✰ summary - Homelander’s mission in Syria puts him in direct conflict with Noura, an activist working to protect her country from foreign interference. Although their initial encounters are fraught with tension, over time they develop a begrudging respect for one another. Homelander is drawn to Noura’s fearlessness and conviction, while she catches glimpses of humanity in him.

When Noura’s town faces annihilation, Homelander must make a choice. Will he remain the military’s loyal wardog, or will he do something good for once in his life? ao3.

✰ warnings - terrorism, kamikaze missions, radicalization, incitement to commit suicide (typical homie behavior, lmao).

✰ taglist - @discowizard88, @possiblyafangirl, @sacha1slytherin, @infinetlyforgotten, @redroserabbit, @1800imgay Let me know if you want to be tagged!

It was a rainy morning. The basement was cloaked in shadows, a handful of candles casting a faint glow over the small, crowded space. The walls were damp, lined with crude paintings depicting martyrs and ancient battles— bloody chapters of the Quran. Amir sat cross-legged on the floor among a group of young men, each face tense and alert, all eyes locked on Hassan El Ghany as he spoke.

Hassan’s voice had a magnetic quality, the measured, confident vigor of a seasoned leader. He leaned against a table covered in maps and journals, his face barely visible under the sparse light. He was old, almost frail looking, and yet his presence dominated the room. A former soldier turned rebel, Hassan was a hero to many. He wore the scars of countless battles, visible and invisible, and when he spoke, it was as though the walls themselves leaned closer to listen. 

“For a year now,” Hassan was saying, his voice low but sharp, “they’ve sat in their palaces, the so-called leaders of this country, shaking hands with the same men who brought destruction to our homes.” He paused, allowing the disgust in his tone to settle, for his words to take root in the minds of the young men before him. “They call it diplomacy,” he sneered. “I call it betrayal. Reopening the American embassy? After all they’ve done to us?”

Amir shifted, feeling the bite of Hassan’s words open a festering wound. He thought of his sister, Noura, sitting in the kitchen of their small apartment after another sleepless night, the strain of endless worries pulling at her. Nineveh’s destruction had marked them, had marked him, but he was haunted even more by the knowledge that they might never feel safe again. Now, El Ghany offered him a chance to fight that fear with something stronger.

Hassan’s gaze drifted over the men in the room, resting on Amir with a knowing look. “You all have a duty,” he continued. “To make sure they remember that this land is not theirs to trade away. It’s ours .” His voice softened, then, as if to incite a frightened, hungry animal to eat out of his hand. “Each of you is a hero waiting for your moment. When that time comes, you’ll know what to do.”

Amir’s pulse quickened as Hassan’s words wrapped around him, filling the cracks left behind by carnage and war. He felt the weight of his own anger shift, like a stone moved just enough to allow something else through—a need for retaliation. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes focused on Hassan, as if to catch every last syllable of his lethal promise.

“Amir.” Hassan’s voice broke into his thoughts, as if beckoning him closer. Amir swallowed, suddenly self-conscious under the steady gaze of the other young men. “I see courage in you. An orphan without a home, forsaken by our leaders, by those who swore to protect us. You’ve already endured what most could never imagine,” Hassan said solemnly. “And only for that, you have more to fight for than your brothers.”

Hassan reached down beside the table and picked up a vest, its weight and purpose unmistakable. He extended it to Amir, who accepted it with trembling hands. The fabric was rough and heavy in his grip, and he could feel the chilling reality of its purpose sinking in.

“This vest,” Hassan murmured, his voice low but clear, “is your path to freedom. Wear it with pride. You’ll be a martyr—your name remembered long after we’re gone.” He placed a small remote in Amir’s hand, his fingers curling Amir’s around it, as if asking him to not let go. “With this, you hold their fear. You hold the power to make them feel the same terror we feel every day.”

Amir trembled, the weight of the vest pressing against him, the remote cold and unfamiliar in his palm. He tried to steel himself, to calm the wild beat of his heart. He had to do this. For Noura, for his town, for the hope that someone could make those monsters pay.

He heard himself say, “I’m ready,” though he hardly recognized his own voice.

Hassan’s eyes softened, and he nodded approvingly, a small, prideful smile forming at the edge of his mouth.

Noura paced the length of her small apartment, her phone clutched tightly in her hand. The sun was sinking low, casting an amber glow across the room. Each ring on the line felt like a countdown, her worry increasing with every second Amir didn’t answer.

Fatima watched from the couch, her brow creased with concern. “Noura,” she said gently, but Noura barely glanced in her direction. “Maybe Amir’s just blowing off steam. You know how he can be when he’s restless. Boys his age, they—”

“No.” Noura shook her head, her gaze darting back to her phone screen. “He wouldn’t just disappear like this. He hasn’t been himself for weeks now. Distant, secretive… It’s not like him, Fatima.”

Fatima bit her lip, reaching out as if she could somehow steady Noura from the whirlwind of emotions tugging her down. “Maybe he’s just trying to make sense of it all. The attack, the protests—everything’s been so chaotic this past year. For all of us.”

Noura’s voice dropped to a whisper, almost as if she were speaking to herself. “He’s angry, Fatima. Hurt in a way I can’t heal. And I’m scared of where that anger might take him.” Her thoughts strayed back to the days following the attack on Nineveh, the loss that had changed them both so drastically. She had seen the haunted look in Amir’s eyes, the impotent fury. She hadn’t known how deeply it had sunk into him until recently. Now, it seemed to manifest all the time, in increasingly wild and unpredictable ways.

Fatima sighed, seeming unsure of what to say. “Amir’s strong. And he has you.”

“But he’s young,” Noura said, her voice rising as she shoved her phone into her pocket. “And bitter. Bitter enough to do something stupid if the wrong person is whispering in his ear.”

“The wrong person?” Fatima blinked, taken by surprise. “And… who would that be?”

Noura shook her head, unsure what had prompted her to say that. There was a name at the tip of her tongue. Amir spoke of him often, with an admiration that bordered on reverence. She didn't like it. To her, it felt as haram as worshiping at the altar of a pagan God.  

Hassan El Ghany—she’d heard his name before, whispered in the hushed corners of meetings or late-night discussions among activists. A former soldier, now rebel leader, Hassan promised liberation and revenge, and she feared he knew exactly what to say to lure in someone like Amir. A twenty something young man, not college educated, without a job, desperate to feel like he could still make a difference.

Noura stormed toward Amir’s room, her heart pounding. Maybe he’d left something behind—a clue, anything that could lead her to him. The room was in disarray, his bed unmade, clothes strewn across the floor. She sifted through his things, careful not to disturb too much, hoping he would return and find everything as he left it. Her fingers brushed over a crumpled piece of paper near his pillow, and her breath caught.

The note was hastily scrawled, as if written in a rush. “For Syria’s future,” it read, “sacrifices must be made.”

Noura paled as she held the note. Her mind raced, piecing together the warnings she had ignored, the changes in Amir’s behavior. A wave of terror washed over her. She shoved the note into her pocket, already reaching for her keys.

“Where are you going?” Fatima asked, standing quickly.

“I have to find him,” Noura said, her voice unsteady. “If I’m right… he could be about to do something terrible. Something irreversible.”

Fatima’s hand gripped her arm. “Noura, you can’t just go looking for him alone. At this hour? It’s dangerous!”

“Amir is out there,” Noura said, not a hint of doubt in her voice. “He’s my brother. If he’s mixed up in something… I can’t just sit here.”

Fatima let go, her gaze softening. “Then I’m coming with you.”

“No,” Noura said firmly. “If it’s what I think it is, I don’t want you caught up on it. I’ll just ask around, see if anyone knows where he might have gone.”

Without another word, Noura left, plunging into the crowded streets. The fading sun cast Damascus in hues of deepening blue and gray, the city alive with lights and vendors. She moved quickly, head held high, her gaze sharp as she scanned the faces in the crowd, searching for someone who might have seen Amir.

She stopped by the nearest café where Amir had once spent time with his friends. The small shop was bustling with regulars enjoying the end of their day. She approached the owner, her voice urgent as she asked about her brother’s whereabouts. The man shook his head. She moved on to the local market, stopping passersby, but again no luck. Her desperation took over, and she found herself speaking another name, asking for someone else.

Noura watched as people exchanged glances, reluctant to speak about Hassan El Ghany out loud. The name was a curse to some, a beacon to others. She pressed on, asking in hushed tones, “Do you know where I can find Hassan’s men?” A young vendor sent a wary glance her way.

“I wouldn’t go looking for them, sister,” she murmured, looking over her shoulder. “They were seen today downtown, near the marketplace. Be careful, though. They don’t take kindly to questions.”

With a nod of thanks, Noura left, her steps quickening as she made her way down the street.

General Thompson’s voice echoed through the briefing room as he paced in front of the digital map, his heavy boots striking the ground in precise intervals. The image of Damascus flickered, showing red markers in the city center, the outlines of buildings, and a few isolated streets. Thompson leaned in, pointing with a gloved hand toward one particular sector of the map.

“We’ve intercepted intel on an imminent attack. A bombing planned in the heart of Damascus. Target’s likely to be high-density civilian areas—markets, transportation hubs. ” he began. “Now, as you all know, we have no legal jurisdiction in this city. But if a good samaritan, someone who was technically not military personnel, were to intervene and stop this tragedy from happening… I think that would gain us a lot of points with the new administration. Al-Assad is finally gone. It's time to get his successors in our pockets.”

He sent a meaningful glance in Homelander’s direction. He stared back, unsurprised. It was not the first time they played this card. He nodded in agreement, arms folded across his chest. 

Fatigue was weighing down on him tonight. Three years of deployment had finally taken their toll. When he’d first arrived in Syria, he’d felt unstoppable—a true American hero in a foreign land, flexing power in a place where he had nothing to lose. Now, that energy had dulled, and only a hollow sense of duty remained.

Thompson tapped the map again, and the image shifted to display a low-resolution photograph of a young man, his gaze steely, lips pressed into a thin line. The surveillance photo had been captured through night-vision, and the light cast a ghostly green tint over his face. Homelander’s eyes narrowed.

“Amir Al-Sayed,” Thompson announced, his tone businesslike. “According to our mole, this young man has been recruited by Hassan El Ghany’s network. He’s carrying a vest—wired and ready to detonate.”

A sliver of recognition slid through Homelander’s mind. Al-Sayed. He’d seen his face before, here and there on social media. In the posts Noura Al-Sayed made ralling locals and sympathizers to stand against foreign military presence. 

“This one’s non-negotiable,” Thompson continued, his voice steely. “You know what’s at stake. We need results, not hesitation.”

Homelander held his gaze steady as he nodded, glancing once more at the grainy image on the screen. Amir’s face looked both fearful and determined, the kind of look that only came from those young enough—or desperate enough—to believe in martyrdom. He’d seen it before, countless times over, in every target he’d been assigned.

“We’re expecting this to happen tonight, in the busiest part of town. You’ll intercept before he can reach his objective. This is a cut-and-dry op,” Thompson said, his tone leaving no room for interpretation. “Neutralize him.”

Homelander remained silent, but as the lights flickered back on, Thompson’s expression softened slightly. “I know you’ve been here a long time, soldier,” he said, as if in half-hearted consolation. “But we need you to stick to this. You’re the only one who can get close enough, fast enough. We can’t afford failure.”

Failure. The word hung in the air, a reminder of everything Homelander was never allowed to be. He nodded curtly and rose to his feet, waiting for Thompson’s dismissive wave before he left the briefing room, heading down the long, empty corridors of the US embassy. Outside, dusk had settled over the city, casting a dim, orange light through the high windows.

As he walked, the image of Amir’s face lingered in his mind. The younger Al-Sayed shared some resemblance to his sister, though his expression was harder, sharpened by anger. He thought of Noura’s impassioned speeches, the way she ignited her followers with righteous fury. 

Now, that fire had spread to her brother, consuming him with the same need to fight back, even if it meant self-destruction. Homelander remembered the first time he saw her—standing defiantly at that press conference, words like knives, unafraid. She had faced him without flinching, without giving him an ounce of respect. And in return, she had paid for it in ways she likely hadn’t even realized yet.

He reached the door to his quarters and paused, his reflection in the glass catching his eye. The fatigue was visible now, the sharpness he once carried dulling. But he forced it down, smothering that glimpse of weariness. He was the Homelander—untouchable, superior. These people and their struggles, their little rebellions, meant nothing to him. Except...

Noura Al-Sayed. 

Her brother.  Her blood. 

He’d seen so many faces these last three years—lives he’d erased without a second thought. They blurred together, a mosaic of forgotten souls. It felt different now. Personal. He’d seen this face in fragments, woven into the story Al-Sayed had crafted online, in the glimpses of her family, of her life before the destruction.

Her brother’s death would devastate her. A part of Homelander felt contentment, even vindication. He relished the thought of seeing her crumble, drunk on this new power he held over her. It would break her spirit, silence that voice that had dared to defy him in public. Perhaps it would even be a kind of poetic justice.

The night had draped Damascus in shadow, but the narrow, winding alleys were still alive with murmurs and movement. Noura’s heart pounded as she clutched her phone, her fingers tight and sweaty against the cool glass. Once again, the call went to voice mail.

She wove her way through the crowd, desperation sharpening her gaze as she scanned each face, searched each corner. She stopped to ask a street vendor, a weathered man hunched over his cart, but he only shook his head, glancing at her with a trace of sympathy. “Haven’t seen him, dear,” he muttered before turning back to his wares.

Everywhere she went, it was the same—shrugs, half-hearted glances, apologetic words. None of it brought her closer to Amir. Panic twisted inside her as she moved, her brother’s name hovering on her lips, though she was too afraid to shout it aloud. She could feel the weight of the note she had found in his room, the single, haunting phrase lingering in her mind: for Syria’s future, sacrifices must be made.

He was out there somewhere, convinced that he was doing something heroic, something meaningful, when all she could see was the looming shadow of tragedy.

“Noura!” Her phone buzzed, Fatima’s voice crackling through the speaker as she caught her breath in an alley, hand pressed against the rough stone wall. “Noura, listen—I've heard something.”

“Fatima, please tell me you know where Amir is.” Noura’s voice was desperate, her words tumbling over each other.

There was a pause on the other end, followed by a shaky exhale. “I don’t, not exactly, but there’s a rumor going around. Hassan’s group… they’re planning something big tonight. The word is, it’s happening at the market square. Not far from where you are.”

Noura’s throat tightened. The market square. It was a hub, crowded even at this hour, where vendors and locals mingled, an easy target for anyone wanting to make a deadly statement.

“Do you think…,” Noura whispered, swallowing hard, “do you think Amir could be there?”

“Noura, please,” Fatima’s voice was thick with worry, the urgency prickling through the line. “Don’t go looking for him. You have no idea what you might be running into.”

Noura had already turned, though, her feet carrying her toward the market square. She didn’t have time for fear—not now, not when her brother might be moments away from making an irreversible mistake. Her breaths came fast as she navigated the tight streets, the city blurring past her in shadows and fractured light.

Her mind raced with fragmented images, snatches of memory: Amir’s quiet, resolute face, the arguments they’d had since he’d started idolizing men like El Ghany, his words taut with anger and frustration. He had been slipping further and further away, and she’d tried to reach him, tried to keep him grounded. But what if it hadn’t been enough?

Her hand slipped over the phone in her pocket, and she dialed Amir again. This time, the line clicked, and his voice came through, faint but clear.

“Amir!” she gasped, relief and fear twisting together. “Amir, where are you?”

There was silence on the other end, the kind that stretched too long, too empty. “Noura,” he finally murmured, his voice raw, almost unrecognizable. “I… I’m doing something important. Something that matters.”

Noura choked back a cry. “Amir, please, whatever they’ve told you—whatever they’ve made you believe—this isn’t the answer. Lives will be lost. You’re putting yourself in danger. You’re putting us all in danger!”

He exhaled, a quiet, broken sound that seemed to ripple through her. “They’ve taken everything from us, Noura. You know that. This is the only way to take something back.”

She fought to keep her voice steady. “We can find another way. Together. Just tell me where you are, please.”

“I just…,” a long pause, “I just wanted you to know that I love you, and… I’m sorry.” The line went dead then, the words swallowed by silence.

Tears blurred Noura’s vision as she gripped the phone, her fingers trembling. She turned the last corner, and the square opened up before her, the hum of the crowd louder, pulsing with life. She scanned the faces, searching for Amir, for any sign of him among the bustling market stalls.

Nothing. Noura’s jaw clenched as she looked into the crowd, scanning each movement, each shifting shadow. She’d already lost so much.

She couldn’t lose Amir too.

The alley was quiet, a stark contrast to the bustling street nearby, swarmed with crowds. Amir stood in the corner, his hand clutched around the trigger mechanism strapped to his chest. His face was pale, set with the determination of someone who had already said his goodbyes.  

High above, Homelander watched, unnoticed, his silhouette merging with the darkened rooftops. He knew he could end this here and now, end it without anyone ever knowing there had been a threat. He thought of Al-Sayed, then, of her grief-stricken face once the news was delivered. The fire in her eyes finally dying down. A satisfied smile tugged at his mouth. It would be so easy, it almost felt like cheating.

He drifted down, landing silently a few feet behind his target. “So, this is it?” he drawled, crossing his arms. “This is what they told you to do, huh? Blow yourself up for some guy who probably won’t even remember your name?”

Amir spun around, eyes wide with shock. For a moment, he fumbled with the trigger, but before he could blink, Homelander’s hand shot out, snatching it effortlessly from his grip. He held it up, examining the device with detached curiosity. It looked cheap. Made of scraps. Clearly not American. For a moment, he simply stared, letting the man process the full weight of his helplessness.

“You think this makes you a hero?” Homelander tilted his head, his smile sharp and cutting. He reached forward and gripped Amir by the collar, lifting him with no more effort than one would a feather. “You want to die, and then what? Think they’ll sing songs about you? Make statues in your honor? Nah-ah, Kebab. That’s just for guys like me. No one gives two fucks about another Camel Jockey going kaboom.”

Amir’s lips parted, but no words came out. He seemed torn between fear and confusion. The bravado that had carried him here was quickly unraveling. He stared at Homelander, breathless, trembling, perhaps realizing for the first time how very alone he was. This was it. He had failed in his mission and his supposed allies would not come to save him. 

“Go on, then,” Homelander said, his tone mocking as he loosened his grip and allowed Amir’s feet to touch the ground. “Do it. Prove me wrong.”

Amir stood, still frozen, his eyes darting from the crowd in the distance to the towering figure in front of him. He didn’t move to pick up the trigger from where it dangled in Homelander’s hand, nor did he run. His mouth opened, words catching in his throat.

“What’s the matter?” Homelander smirked, amused by Amir’s paralysis. “I thought you were ready to be a hero.”

“You… you don’t understand,” Amir finally managed, his voice weak. “You’ve destroyed everything. My family, my town—my sister—”

Homelander raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching, as if hearing the punchline to a joke. “Oh, I understand plenty. Trust me. I just don’t think you do. Here’s a reality check: your death isn’t going to change a damn thing.” His voice lowered, laced with something between pity and disdain. “All you’re doing is giving us another excuse. Another headline, another reason to call you savages and justify tearing your country apart.”

Amir’s face twisted, disbelief battling with anger. “Why are you telling me this?” he asked, shaking his head.

“I dunno. I just think it’s fucking hilarious.” Homelander’s grin spread, wide and unsettling. “I mean, let’s say you go through with it. They’ll report it on the news— ‘Rebels threaten peace process with barbaric attack .’ You know what that means, don’t you? More guns, more bombs, more soldiers.” He tossed the trigger mechanism from one hand to the other, enjoying the way Amir’s eyes followed it. “In fact, if you die, you’re doing us a favor.”

“That’s not… that’s not true,” Amir whispered, but his voice was faltering, the resolve slipping through the cracks. 

Homelander chuckled. “You don’t believe me? Look around, kid. It's not our people you're gonna fucking massacre, it's yours. And, newsflash, we don't care. We’re here for power, for control. And you—” he jabbed a finger at Amir, making the man flinch—“you’re just another expendable pawn in the game.”

Amir stared back, a storm of emotions flickering in his eyes—fear, anger, shame. Homelander could see it all, the collapse of those lofty promises that Hassan guy had woven, and he savored it. He could feel his own sense of weariness melting into something else, something that almost felt like pleasure as he watched the hope drain from Amir’s face.

“Go on, prove me wrong,” Homelander taunted. “Blow yourself to pieces, just like they told you to. Or—” he smiled, voice dropping to a whisper, “you could live. Walk away. Show them you’re not some mindless weapon.”

Amir’s gaze dropped to the trigger dangling from Homelander’s fingers, and a visible tremor ran through him. He had no words, and when Homelander let the trigger fall to the ground, Amir didn’t reach for it. Homelander took a step back, folding his arms as he watched the boy’s internal battle rage on, the wavering resolve, the remnants of his fragile convictions crumbling.

“You think you’re gonna change anything by throwing your life away? That your death will make a difference, touch the hearts of millions? Wake the fuck up. The world doesn’t care. You’ll be gone, and it’ll keep spinning. Your sister—she’s fighting a lost battle. No lie there. But at least she’s fighting to live.”

Amir’s expression tightened at the mention of Noura, his fingers curling into fists. He didn’t move. He stood rooted in place, his eyes fixed on the ground, the weight of his decision bearing down on him. His gaze flickered to the trigger mechanism lying between them, glinting faintly under the dim alley light.

Homelander observed him, arms still folded, his expression unreadable. For a moment, he seemed almost patient, as if giving Amir the time to decide was just as important as the decision itself. There was something unsettling in the calmness of his gaze, a silent dare in the way he looked at Amir—like he knew which choice the man would make and didn’t care which way it went.

Silence stretched. Homelander’s mouth curved in a barely-there smile. “Well?” he asked, voice dangerously soft.

The market square bustled with life. Vendors called out, selling spices, sweets, and toys, their voices mingling with the chatter of families and children darting between stalls. 

In the shadows near an old fountain, Amir stood still, hidden in the fading light. His jacket was zipped up, but the weight beneath it was unmistakable. His lungs seemed to tighten with every passing second. He could feel the trigger pressed against his hand, slick with sweat. He looked out over the crowd, his heart pounding erratically. Faces blurred before him as he tried to steady his breathing, to silence his racing thoughts.

They have to know. 

Amir swallowed, a tremor running through his hand as he hesitated. He stared at the families moving about in blissful ignorance. Hassan’s words echoed in his mind, drowning out his fear with a strange numbness. 

They have to pay.

As he unzipped his jacket slowly, exposing the vest, the numbness wavered. A distant, haunted look clouded his eyes. He took a step forward anyway, his lips pressed tightly together. Panic rippled through the crowd as people caught sight of the explosives, gasps turning to shrieks. The square erupted into chaos as they scattered, pushing past one another in their haste to escape.

Then, he heard it—a voice cutting through the noise, through the panic, calling out his name.

“Amir!” Noura’s voice pierced the air as she fought against the tide of people fleeing the square. Her eyes locked on him, wide and filled with a terror. She pushed forward, her feet pounding against the stone, the sound drowned out by the screams around them.

“Don’t do this!” she yelled as she reached him, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “Amir, look at me!”

He turned, the fear etched across his face deepening as he met her gaze. For a moment, he couldn’t find the words. His mouth opened, but his voice was choked. “I have to, Noura,” he finally whispered, barely audible above the clamor. “They… they need to pay for everything. For what they did to us. To you.”

Tears spilled down Noura’s cheeks as she took his trembling hands, pulling them away from the button. “Amir, no. This won’t bring anyone back. It won’t change what happened to our home. You’ll just destroy yourself,” she pleaded, her voice breaking. “Please, come home with me. Just… come home. No one has to die.”

Her words cut through the haze clouding his mind. For a brief moment, he felt the weight of the trigger slacken in his grip. He looked down at his sister, the pain in her eyes pulling him back, grounding him in a way he hadn’t felt in so long. Doubt crept in. He began to loosen his hold, his fingers trembling as they slipped from the device.

A soft beep started, then—a ticking sound so faint it was nearly lost in the chaos.

“What… what’s happening?” Noura’s voice trembled, her eyes darting to the bomb as the ticking grew louder. Panic flared in her gaze. She looked back up at Amir, her hands clutching his with increasing urgency. “Amir, stop it! Turn it off!”

Amir’s face paled, realization dawning on him as he stared down at the device strapped to his chest. “I… I don’t know how,” he stammered. His fingers fumbled helplessly as he tried to silence the countdown. A sickening dread twisted in his stomach as he realized the truth. “They… they detonated it remotely. Noura, I can’t turn it off—”

“No,” she gasped, her hands flying to cover her mouth. “No, they wouldn’t...”

Amir forced himself to swallow his panic, his hand shooting out to push her back. “Noura, you have to go! Now!” He tried to pull away, his heart hammering as he looked into her tear-filled eyes. His voice choked. “I can’t—there’s no time. You have to leave, now!”

Noura didn’t move. Her hands tightened around his, as if holding on could somehow keep him safe. As if her mere presence could change what was inevitable. She shook her head, her voice barely a whisper. “I’m not leaving you, Amir.”

Just as she spoke, a shadow passed over them, cast long and dark across the ground. 

A sharp crackle split the air, a sudden burst of energy and movement descending like a lightning bolt. Noura felt the rush of wind an instant before he landed. Dust and pebbles scattered at his feet, the red, white, and blue of his suit a sharp, blinding presence against the dimness of the square.

Homelander.

Noura’s heart seized. She froze, her mind struggling to comprehend the sight before her. He stood just a few steps away, his figure too bright, too strong, like a character forced into the wrong scene. For a second, all the noise around her faded, the murmurs and cries of the crowd dimmed to silence. Time seemed to stop, everything narrowing down to the three of them—her, her brother, and this terrible force standing between them.

Homelander’s eyes flicked to Amir, then to her. She could see his gaze drop to the vest Amir wore, his brow furrowing slightly, as if calculating, assessing. Noura didn’t know whether to move forward or back. All her instincts screamed for her to run, but her feet were anchored to the ground.

Her eyes locked with his, and for a split second, there was something almost human in his expression—confusion, a question. What are you doing here? Then it was gone, his face shifting back into the detached, unreadable mask she had come to despise. 

“Step back,” he said, his voice a quiet, controlled force. It was a command, not a suggestion.

She opened her mouth to protest, but she found herself speechless, unable to form words. Amir, wide-eyed and trembling, seemed just as paralyzed. Before she could blink, Homelander reached forward, grabbing Amir by the collar with a hand as casual as if he were lifting a bag. Noura’s heart lurched, and her hand shot out, but her fingers barely brushed Amir’s arm as Homelander lifted him effortlessly into the air.

“What… what are you doing?” she whispered, her voice shaking, eyes locked onto her brother’s terrified face. “Please, stop!”

Homelander didn’t answer. His gaze was fixed on Amir, his expression cold. Noura reached out, as if to pull her brother back from the edge of something dark and final, but Homelander moved faster than she could even blink. In a flash of movement, he was gone.

He shot up into the sky with Amir, a streak of red and blue vanishing into the darkness above. The force of his departure sent a rush of wind through the square, scattering dust and debris, throwing Noura back. She stumbled, her eyes wide, her gaze fixed on the disappearing figures as they climbed higher and higher, shrinking into dots against the night.

“No!” she screamed, her voice swallowed by the wind. Her heart pounded in her ears. She stared up, waiting for a sign, for anything to bring her brother back.

The night held its breath.

Then, it happened—a brilliant, fiery burst of light exploded above her, illuminating the sky like a second sun. The shockwave rippled down, shaking the buildings, rattling windows, throwing Noura to the ground. The roar of the blast echoed, loud and terrible, reverberating through her bones. She watched, her heart seized in horror, as the fireball bloomed in the sky, its glow lingering against the darkness.

Noura’s throat closed, her breath coming in shallow gasps as the explosion faded into silence, leaving only a shimmering trail of smoke. She lay motionless, her mind blank, the reality settling in with a crushing weight. 

Her brother was gone.

[theeternalwombtarot]

about me ♡

This is what I look like, obviously lol ^^

- my name is Bayyinah (by-ee-nuh) , it means the clear evidence that god does exist. From sura 98, of the Quran

- California native, born and raised 🐻❤️

- I was raised muslim, but chose a different life path for myself and fell in love with spirituality and found my purpose.

- I prioritize self expression and being intentional about everything I say and do. What you see is what you get with me, and I never say anything I don’t mean, I never do anything I don’t feel called to do.

- I love the arts & the process of creation and have always since I was really little.

-I’m a big fan of aesthetics and visual stimuli, and I love Pinterest and organizing all the little pictures.

- my big three are: Sagittarius sun, cancer moon, and Virgo rising.

- both my venus and mars are in scorpio. I’m in love with love. A great deal of my life lessons are learned through my interpersonal relationships.

- I’m very passionate about children, motherhood and the home. My moon is in cancer and I have heavy influences in my life surrounding motherhood, my relationship with my mother, and the dynamics and things I’ve experienced growing up. A large quantity of my work, and my lives purpose has to do with breaking generational curses/trauma, spinning gold out of my experiences, and creating room and creating change for youth.

- I’m on my journey to become a certified and licensed midwife, but I have various career goals and dreams but one of my largest is to open up a school or an educational institution to better suit the needs of children and aid in their health and growth. I believe that schooling and the home are large foundations in the lives of our youth and if I can’t be all of their mothers I can curate an aligned space for them as they spend the rest of their time learning and growing in schools and in the community.

-I love makeup and fashion and the process of putting myself together. I’ve been doing makeup for years and I genuinely enjoy it.

-I’m known for my compassion and empathy and my ability to connect with others.

-my dream is to create and have a better world and I do my part in helping the collective by using my gifts for good, using my heart and my empathy to help heal and create space for others where there wasn’t space for them before.

- I have dyscalculia and struggled with it all my life until I eventually aged out of school and before I moved onto receiving higher education. My mind simply does not process numerical information or processes well. I was either always told that I needed to practice more or that I was simply stupid, neither were the case, but I struggled with a lot insecurity growing up and I always felt like I didn’t really belong in educational settings because of this set back.

- I am extremely nitpicky and specific about what it is that I want and how I like things to be and that’s been a consistent trait within my life, all my life. I’m known for how specific and finely curated my output is into the world. And I am incredibly sensitive about the things I choose for myself and the things that remain and occupy my life.

- I struggled with having an anxious attachment style for a really long time. It took me a long time to understand my worth, understand that I was worth keeping, having, loving, paying attention to. And that my worth wasn’t what I could do for others or how much I could tolerate or how much I could stand beside someone through thick and thin and hell and back.

likes:

- I love writing. Journaling, writing stories,etc. my goal is to write and release a novel of my own soon.

- I love smooth jazz, classical music and frequency music, probably a whole lot more than regular music and non instrumentals. I tend to be a little sensitive to stimuli or can feel very easily overwhelmed. So instrumentals and softer music and sounds are really wonderful to me and I love them.

- I love cooking and baking (but only when I feel like it) I like good food, and I’m sort of a foodie. I would travel all over the place just to taste the world if I could. And I love spicy food and Mexican Candy and dumping loads of chili flakes on my food for no reason.

-I love history, I love antiquity, and have stored random historical facts in my brain because I just think it’s so interesting.

- I love period pieces and period romances. Romance films, and horror movies. I consume mostly romantic content on purpose.

- I love the sims

-I love animals, and my favorite animal is a cow. If you look up the spiritual significance of a cow as well I think it’s really beautiful. I also really love my cat. She’s my favorite person.

Dislikes:

- I hate being or feeling misunderstood, it took me a lot of time to learn that I didn’t have to bend over backwards to make people see me for who I was or for my intentions or for my gifts or what I can do. The best I can do is be honest and remain intentional about what I do and hope that those who are meant to hear me, will.

- I hate people who have such deeply rooted hatred or disdain for other people who’ve done nothing but do what makes them happy or live in their truth. I hate homophobic people, racists, bigots, red pill men and misogynist, etc.

- I hate it when people can’t take accountability for their actions, are dishonest or lack self awareness on such a deep level that they make everyone else miserable or have a hard time because they refuse to see themselves or grow. I hate it when people don’t grow. I’ve lost a lot of friends and had to let go of a lot of people who couldn’t do what I could do for them, be in alignment with me, or prioritize their healing, alignment, or growth.

- i hate it when there’s too many sounds playing at once, there are certain sounds and stimuli i just can’t tolerate and won’t.

- I hate it when I have to buy new jeans or pants because finding good pants is hard and I never know if the size I think I am is accurate because some pants brands make their pants differently. And I’ll never know if I’ll have that stupid gap in the back of my pants bc of my waist.

- I hate being super cold. I have anemia and the cold really whoops my ass every time. That’s one fight I just won’t win.

- people not valuing my needs or continuing to do something I said I didn’t like or invalidating me because they can’t fathom the fact that other people have different needs, or that just because you feel some way doesn’t mean someone else shares the same sentiment.

- I hate it when things don’t match or aren’t aesthetically coordinated in some way shape or form. Everything must match.

-I hate it when I can’t find the pen I’ve been obsessed with and I hate mechanical pencils with thick lead.

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Ok, that’s all lol. ❤️‼️

[learnerofislam]

Assalam o alaikum wa rahmatullahi wabarakatuhu,

The purpose of this blog is to remain connected to THE ONE AND ONLY. With the help of Allah, I will be posting reminders, beautiful words of Allah(I.e verses from Quran), wonderful hadiths, sunnahs of Our Prophet ﷺ. As you all know Islam is just not a religion but a way to live life. A life that will in shaa allah benefit us in this duniya as well as in akhirah. May Allah always keep you and me in imaan, and sincere during prayers. May Allah allows you and me to understand and spread Islam more and more. May Allah keep our hearts steadfast in His deen. May Allah use you and me to spread His Words. May each one of us get the highest rank in Jannah. Ameen✨️. Jazakallahu khair.

[bipolarman2022]

**Title: "The Transformation of Miguel"**

**Chapter 1: A Chance Encounter**

Miguel, a young Spaniard from a well-to-do family, had spent his life pursuing knowledge in the cloisters of academia. He had always been curious, seeking answers in books of philosophy and theology, but lately, nothing seemed to satisfy his thirst for understanding. The life he led, filled with Western studies and family traditions, felt incomplete to him, lacking the spiritual depth he yearned for within.

One day, while walking through the bustling streets of Córdoba, Miguel came across a bazaar full of colors and sounds he had never experienced before. There, among the stalls of spices and fabrics, he saw a sign that read: “Classes on the Quran and Islamic Philosophy.” Intrigued by the idea of learning about a culture and religion so foreign to his life, Miguel decided to attend one of these classes, driven by his insatiable curiosity.

**Chapter 2: The Arab Teacher**

The class was held in a small madrasa located in a quiet alley. Upon entering, Miguel was greeted by Ahmed, an Arab teacher with an imposing presence and an air of deep wisdom. Ahmed was known throughout Córdoba not only for his vast knowledge of the Quran but also for his ability to convey the essence of Islam with patience and clarity.

Miguel, with his expression of wonder and naivety, began attending the daily lessons. At first, he didn’t understand much about the Quranic verses or the Muslim customs that Ahmed taught with such passion. But little by little, Ahmed’s enthusiasm and devotion began to awaken in Miguel a genuine interest in understanding Islam beyond its stereotypes.

**Chapter 3: The First Steps in Islam**

Miguel was fascinated by the teachings of the Quran and the wisdom contained in its words. He marveled at how Ahmed explained the importance of inner peace, submission to Allah’s will, and brotherhood among believers. The teacher taught him about the Five Pillars of Islam: Shahada (the profession of faith), Salat (prayer), Zakat (charity), Sawm (fasting during Ramadan), and Hajj (pilgrimage to Mecca). Each lesson drew him deeper into a state of awe and respect for this new way of life.

Miguel, naive in many aspects of Muslim life, would ask questions that seemed obvious to Ahmed. But the teacher, with infinite patience, always answered, not with mockery but with a sincere desire to share his faith. Gradually, Miguel began to participate in prayers, fast during Ramadan, and learn Quranic verses in Arabic, something he never would have imagined doing before.

**Chapter 4: The Growing Fascination**

As the months passed, Miguel felt increasingly drawn to Ahmed, not just because of his wisdom but also for his charisma and deep sense of inner peace. Ahmed spoke to him about the ways of the Prophet Muhammad, explaining how Islam was not just a religion but a way of life that embraced justice, compassion, and equality. Miguel felt he had finally found something that filled the void in his heart.

Ahmed also noticed something special in Miguel. He saw not just a student eager for knowledge but someone with the potential to be a great defender of the faith. He taught Miguel to recite the Quran, interpret its meanings, and live according to the principles of Islam. Each lesson was an open door to a new world, full of meaning and purpose.

**Chapter 5: A New Path**

One day, after an intense study session, Miguel approached Ahmed with a decision he had been contemplating for weeks. "I want to convert to Islam," he declared with determination. "I want to follow the path of Allah and be like you, someone who lives with purpose and inner peace."

Ahmed smiled with a mix of pride and affection. He knew that Miguel was ready to take this important step. He took him to the mosque, where Miguel recited the Shahada with tears in his eyes, surrounded by his new teacher and his new brothers in faith.

**Chapter 6: Leaving Everything Behind**

Miguel, now known as Jamal, decided to leave behind his previous life, his old beliefs, and his family, who never understood his fascination with Islam. He left everything for this new life, for his new brothers, and above all, for Ahmed, who had become more than a teacher to him. Ahmed was now his mentor, his spiritual guide, and the reflection of everything Jamal wanted to be.

Every day, Jamal learned more about Muslim customs. He helped those in need, participated in philosophical debates at the madrasa, and dedicated himself to memorizing the Quran. His transformation was complete; he was no longer the naive young man who had first entered the bazaar in Córdoba but a man with a mission: to live fully in Islam.

**Epilogue: A Devoted Disciple**

Jamal's story became a legend in Córdoba, an example of how faith and devotion can transform even the most skeptical of hearts. Under Ahmed's guidance, Jamal not only found a new purpose but also became a teacher in his own right, teaching others about the beauty of Islam, always with the memory of his own transformation in his heart.

And so, Ahmed's library remained a beacon of light and wisdom in Córdoba, a place where seekers of knowledge, regardless of their origin, could find the path to true peace and understanding.

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The Completeness of Islam: A Multifaceted Way of Life

Islam is a comprehensive way of life that encompasses all aspects of human existence. From mental health to nature, spirituality, the economy, politics, manners, and family care. Islam’s multifaceted nature and its relevance provides profound guidance and wisdom to Muslims.

Spirituality

Spirituality is at the heart of Islam. The Quran and Hadith provide extensive guidance on developing a deep, personal relationship with Allah.

“Indeed, in the remembrance of Allah do hearts find rest” (Quran 13:28)

Central to Islamic spirituality is the practice of the five daily prayers (Salah). These prayers are not merely rituals but profound acts of worship that strengthen the connection between the believer and Allah. Praying five times a day at prescribed times creates a rhythm of devotion, reminding Muslims of their purpose and aligning their lives with divine guidance. 

“The closest a person is to His Lord is when he is in prostration” (Sahih Muslim).

“The similitude of one who remembers his Lord and one who does not remember Him, is like that of the living and the dead” (Sahih al-Bukhari).

Mental Health

Islam recognises the importance of mental health and provides guidance on maintaining psychological well-being. The Quran emphasises patience and reliance on Allah during times of distress: 

“Verily, with hardship comes ease” (Quran 94:6).

The Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) also encouraged seeking help and making dua (supplication) for mental relief:  “There is no disease that Allah has created, except that He also has created its treatment” (Sahih al-Bukhari).

Nature

Islam teaches a deep respect for nature and the environment. The Quran frequently references the signs of Allah in the natural world: 

“And He is the One Who spread out the earth and placed firm mountains and rivers upon it, and created fruits of every kind in pairs. He covers the day with night. Surely in this are signs for those who reflect.” (Quran 13:3).

The Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) highlights the importance of caring for the environment: 

“If a Muslim plants a tree or sows seeds, and then a bird, or a person, or an animal eats from it, it is regarded as a charitable gift (Sadaqah) for him” (Sahih al-Bukhari).

Economy

Islamic economic principles promote justice, fairness, and welfare. The prohibition of usury (interest), in order to prevent the extortion of others and for the rich to get richer and the poor to get poorer, is one example: 

“Allah has permitted trade and has forbidden interest” (Quran 2:275).

Zakat (a wealth tax given to charity) is another pillar of Islam, aimed at redistributing wealth to those in need:  “And establish prayer and give Zakat, and whatever good you put forward for yourselves — you will find it with Allah”(Quran 2:110).

Politics & Justice

Islamic governance is based on justice and the welfare of the people. The Quran states: 

“O you who have believed, be persistently standing firm in justice, witnesses for Allah, even if it be against yourselves or parents and relatives” (Quran 4:135)

The Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) provided an example of leadership based on compassion and justice:

 “The best of rulers are those whom you love and who love you, who pray for you and you pray for them” (Sahih Muslim)

Manners

Islam places great emphasis on good manners and etiquette. The Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) said, 

“The best among you are those who have the best manners and character” (Sahih al-Bukhari).

The Quran instructs believers to speak kindly and avoid harsh words:  “Worship none but Allah; be kind to parents, relatives, orphans and the needy; speak kindly to people; establish prayer; and pay Zakat”* (Quran 2:83).

Family Care

Family is the cornerstone of Islamic society. The Quran and Hadith provide detailed guidance on maintaining family bonds and treating family members with kindness and respect.

 “And We have commanded people to ˹honour˺ their parents. Their mothers bore them through hardship upon hardship, and their weaning takes two years. So be grateful to Me and your parents. To Me is the final return.”* (Quran 31:14)

“The best of you are those who are best to their families, and I am the best among you to my family” (Sunan Ibn Majah).

Education

Education is highly valued in Islam, both for men and women. The Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) said,  “Seeking knowledge is an obligation upon every Muslim” (Sunan Ibn Majah).

The Quran encourages the pursuit of knowledge, in fact, the first words revealed from the Quran was:

“Read in the name of your Lord who created” (Quran 96:1)

These verses among others were the fuel to the fantastic strides achieved by Muslims in the past in the field of science, astronomy, mathematics, medicine and much more, and continue to provide inspiration for Muslims today. 

Social Justice

Social justice is a fundamental aspect of Islam. The Quran advocates for the rights of the oppressed and marginalised: 

“O believers! Stand firm for Allah and bear true testimony. Do not let the hatred of a people lead you to injustice. Be just! That is closer to righteousness. And be mindful of Allah. Surely Allah is All-Aware of what you do.” (Quran 5:8)

Health and Hygiene

Islam emphasises health and hygiene, recognising them as vital components of a healthy life. The Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) said, “Cleanliness is half of faith” (Sahih Muslim).

The Quran also highlights the importance of consuming lawful and pure food: 

“O you who have believed, eat from the good things which We have provided for you and be grateful to Allah if it is [indeed] Him that you worship” (Quran 2:172)

Charity and Community Support

Charity is not only encouraged but mandated in Islam (except those in need of it). Zakat (obligatory charity) and Sadaqah (voluntary charity) are means to support those in need and promote social welfare:  “The example of those who spend their wealth in the cause of Allah is that of a grain that sprouts into seven ears, each bearing one hundred grains. And Allah multiplies ˹the reward even more˺ to whoever He wills. For Allah is All-Bountiful, All-Knowing.” (Quran 2:261).

The Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) said,  “The believer’s shade on the Day of Resurrection will be his charity” (Tirmidhi).

The completeness of Islam is evident in its comprehensive guidance covering all facets of life. From promoting mental health and environmental care to fostering spirituality, economic justice, political integrity, good manners, strong family bonds, the pursuit of education, social justice, health and hygiene, charitable deeds and much more. Islam offers a holistic approach to living a balanced and fulfilling life. Its teachings are timeless and applicable to everyone of us.

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