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Allah calls Himself Al-Malik— The King and Owner of Dominion— on five occasions in the Quran. He is the King, the owner and ruler of the whole creation. Al-Malik gives authority to whomever He wants in this world, and He has supreme authority and is ruled by no one!
The King, the Ruler, the Owner of Dominion
Malik, Maalik and Maleek all come from the root maa-laa-kaa, which points to three main meanings. The first main meaning is to have possession and ownership. The second is to have power and ability and the third main meaning is to control and have authority.
This root appears 206 times in the Quran in ten derived forms. Examples of these forms are malakat (“possess”), mulku (“dominion”) and al-malaa’ikatu (“the angels)”.
Linguistically malik refers to the attribute of mulk; which points to power and ability: They do not possess ability. [Quran 13:16] Mulk also means possession and ownership: To Him belongs the Ownership of the heavens and earth [Quran 2:107] as well as control and authority: O my people, sovereignty is yours today, [your being] dominant in the land. But who would protect us from the punishment of Allah if it came to us? [Quran 40:29] Al-Malik is simultaneously the Ultimate King, Ruler, and Owner of all beings.
Al-Malik Himself says: So high [above all] is Allah, the Sovereign, the Truth … [Quran, 20:114] Whatever is in the heavens and whatever is on the earth is exalting Allah , the Sovereign, the Pure, the Exalted in Might, the Wise … [Quran, 62:1] The Sovereign of mankind … [Quran, 114:2]
A breathtaking scene with the King
Describing an amazing and humbling moment on the Day of Judgment, the Prophet salallahu ‘alayhi wa sallam said: Allah will grasp the earth and fold up the heavens with His Right Hand and proclaim, I Am the King! Where are the kings of the earth? Where are the tyrants? Where are the arrogant? [Al-Bukharee, Muslim] No one will speak and the kings and rulers of this world will be left with none of their “power.”
How can you live by this name?
1. Stay within the limits of Al-Malik.
Would you drive 60 mph while in a 30 mph zone when you know a camera is ready to record you and fine you accordingly? In your daily life keep reminding yourself to remain within the bounds set by Allah, al-Malik, your King, and imagine both His punishment and reward.
2. Don’t use the name Al-Malik.
The Prophet salallahu ‘alayhi wa sallam also said: The most despicable name to Allah is a person who calls himself the king of kings, while there are no owners except Allah [Al-Bukharee, Muslim]. The name Al-Malik belongs to Allah ‘azza wa jall only.
3. Be patient and be a king in the Hereafter.
The real sovereignty in this world for you is to strive for self-control. Don’t be a slave of money, fashion, or desire, but suppress your desires and constantly strive against the whims of your ego to please Al-Malik. As is beautifully quoted: Desire can turn kings into slaves and patience can turn slaves into kings! Recognize His ways of bestowing kingship: Say, O Allah, Possessor of sovereignty, You give kingdom to whom You will and take it away from whom You will. In Your hand is [all] good. Indeed, You are over all things competent! [Quran, 3:26] So be patient in times of hardship and in striving to stay away from what is forbidden by Al-Malik and He will give you an eternal kingdom in the Hereafter in-sha-Allah.
4. Ask Al-Malik.
Whenever you feel disheartened tell yourself Allah ‘azza wa jall is your Malik and you are part of His Kingdom. He does whatever He wants [Quran 36:82] and when something “bad” happens to you, know this is from His wisdom and that no matter how impossible your situation or ambitions seem, you can always ask Him only for a way out. Nothing is impossible for Al-Malik.
5. Be just.
All kings and owners, just or unjust, are low compared to Al-Malik. You are responsible for whatever you have authority over, and you will be accountable for it. In reality you don’t own anything; it all belongs to Al-Malik. So be just to your spouses, children, and even animals, and remind yourself that you will be dealt with by the King on the Day of Judgement.
6. Humble yourself in heart and body.
Never be arrogant, and keep reminding yourself that you are an ‘abd (slave) of Al-Malik, no matter how rich or self-sufficient you might feel. Al-Malik reminds you of what your priority in your daily-life should be: Then High above all be Allah, the True King. [Quran 20:114] Be humble in your heart but also in your speech and appearance. Using foul language, speaking poorly of others, or having an arrogant body posture are not features of a believer who humbles himself or herself for Al-Malik— He sees you 24/7.
7. Praise Al-Malik.
The Prophet salallahu ‘alayhi wa sallam said, whoever says: la ilaha il Allahu waHadu, la shareeka lahu, lahul Mulk, wa lahul Hamdu, wa huwa ‘alaa kuli shayyin Qadeer -None has the right to be worshipped except Allah, alone, without partner, to Him belongs all sovereignty and praise, and He is over all things omnipotent- 100 times he will receive the reward of freeing ten slaves,one hundred hasanaat will be written for him and one hundred misdeeds will be washed away. He will be shielded from shaytan until the evening. No one will be able to present anything better than this except for someone who recited more than this. [Al-Bukharee, Muslim] The Prophet also used to say immediately following the witr prayer: Subhaan al-Malik al-Quddoos (Glory is to the King, the Holy) three times, and raising and extending his voice on the third time and then saying: Rabbil-malaa’ikati warroohi ( Lord of the angels and the spirit) [An-Nasaa’i].
O Allah, Al-Malik, we know that You are our only King and Owner. Help us in following Your commands and in being Your righteous slaves, and adorn us with patience and humility. Guide us in being just in all our daily affairs, and admit us to Your Kingdom of Paradise, ameen!
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nuevo-city · 11 months ago
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can i have. oc infodump please im genuinely so curious
HI HI OKAY HI.
some background info on this world; ~700-1000 years in the future. cyberpunk dystopia. almost all of the world is a desert, with only one city of mutated humans remaining. nuevo. these humans main survival adaptation is their ability to survive the slight remaining radiation from the nuclear apocalypse that happened, as well as their ability to drink saltwater, but they have powers too. the city has been divided into three “levels”, all built vertically on top of each other.
the lower levels are a cyberpunk undercity type place, with crime both violent and harmless running wild due to the lack of the hero society’s influence here (i’ll talk about them in a seperate post, but unfortunately to convey it simply, imagine the heroes from mha if they were basically the fbi and the cia at the same time and also even more corrupt and like. paying off the villains to kill people)
. the middle levels are basically solarpunk aesthetic with none of the e benefits of solarpunk, vaguely-futuristic nyc. think spider-verse earth 1610 for what daily life is like, just a lot more future-y.
upper levels are where the hero society mainly influences, the city in the sky. the RICH people live here. generally if you’re up here you’ve got ties to the hero society or the government, or you just work here and live in the middle levels.
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NOW. this is my precious son leo grayson arnaud. vigilante name red noise. bisexual transmasc disaster/professional enabler older brother/part time wannabe wine aunt. he is sad and pathetic and here for a bad time, not a long time. (*cough cough* leo-grayson-arnaud.carrd.co check it out if it still works)
he’s a vigilante!!! he’s awesome!!!! he’s a boyfailure!!!!!! he’s cool as fuck!!!!!!
some info: he’s deaf! his powers let him control sound waves, so he uses them to be really fucking loud so he can utilize noise to electricity to electrocute people with the power of punk rock, but uh…. (garfield meme here) you are not immune to power drawbacks. safe to say, he’s lost most of his hearing. he was also raised the cyberpunk equivalent of a catholic lol? but it’s more akin to like,,, the legal religion from the silt verses than anything. he’s also got an AWESOME boyfriend
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(the cowgirl in the second image is @the-lonelyshepherd’s oc shay. if you’re reading this and don’t know her, check her out!!! she’s cool and shep’s stories are so awesome)
this is sam pines. my BOY. fellow disaster tboy, professional hunter noceda relater-to. absolute poor little meow meow. he’d probably like mother mother but he doesn’t even HAVE a mother mother, carrion bird motif, “my guilt does not purify me” ass.
(the flower clasp is only part of his design while he’s in the cult.)
anyway he’s a born and raised lower level kid. he was abandoned by his mother (DO NOT THINK SHE WAS BAD FOR THIS. it was her only option) and grew up in the foster system until he was nine. at that age he was roped into a cult known as the sentinels. (ill go more in depth with them in another post too) they promised him food and shelter, and he needed it, so he took it. over time he was made to be a soldier for them.
he’s basically a prophet for the sentinels? of sorts. it’s very confusing and strange because it’s a Cult and that’s how they are but yeah. he does get out eventually but it’s more “outcast as a heretic and hunted down and almost killed and then saved by the leader because she thinks he’ll be useful if he still has some devotion left”
bonus info: he’d probably like will wood and jhariah tbh. he lost an arm to his own powers (if i had a nickel for every time power drawbacks showed up in my main ocs if have two nickels which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice). he feeds stray cats. he falls asleep in the weirdest positions. chronic pain haver (the haverrrrr). all i can think of as basic info rn but im working on making full refs and posts for the rest of the team
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dailytafsirofquran · 1 year ago
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Tafsir Ibn Kathir: Surah Al-Isra Ayah 1
In the Name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.
Revealed in Makkah
The Virtues of Surah Al-Isra'
Imam Al-Hafiz Abu Abdullah Muhammad bin Ismail Al-Bukhari recorded that Ibn Mas`ud said concerning Surah Al-Isra' (i.e., Surah Bani Isra`il), Al-Kahf and Maryam:
"They are among the earliest and most beautiful Surahs and they are my treasure.''
Imam Ahmad recorded that A'ishah said:
"The Messenger of Allah used to fast until we would say, he does not want to break his fast, then he would not fast until we would say, he does not want to fast, and he used to recite Bani Isra'il and Az-Zumar every night.''
In the Name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.
17:1 Glorified be He Who took His servant for a Journey by Night from Al-Masjid Al-Haram to Al- Masjid Al-Aqsa, the neighborhood whereof We have blessed, in order that We might show him of Our Ayat.
Verily, He is the All-Hearer, the All-Seer.
The Isra' (Night Journey)
Allah glorifies Himself,
Glorified be He,
Allah glorifies Himself, for His ability to do that which none but He can do, for there is no God but He and no Lord besides Him.
Who took His servant for a Journey, refers to Muhammad.
by Night,
means, in the depths of the night.
from Al-Masjid Al-Haram, means the Masjid in Makkah.
to Al-Masjid Al-Aqsa,
means the Sacred House which is in Jerusalem, the origin of the Prophets from the time of Ibrahim Al-Khalil.
The Prophets all gathered there, and he (Muhammad) led them in prayer in their own homeland. This indicates that he is the greatest leader of all, may the peace and blessings of Allah be upon him and upon them.
the neighborhood whereof We have blessed,
means, its agricultural produce and fruits are blessed
in order that We might show him, (i.e., Muhammad),
of Our Ayat.
i.e., great signs. As Allah says:
Indeed he did see of the greatest signs, of his Lord (Allah). (53:18)
We will mention below what was narrated in the Sunnah concerning this.
Verily, He is the All-Hearer, the All-Seer.
means, He hears all the words of His servants, believers and disbelievers, faithful and infidel, and He sees them and gives each of them what he deserves in this world and the Hereafter.
Hadiths about Al-Isra'
The Report of Anas bin Malik
Imam Ahmad reported from Anas bin Malik that the Messenger of Allah said:
Al-Buraq was brought to me, and it was a white animal bigger than a donkey and smaller than a mule. One stride of this creature covered a distance as far as it could see.
I rode on it and it took me to Bayt Al-Maqdis (Jerusalem), where I tethered it at the hitching post of the Prophets. Then I entered and prayed two Rak`ahs there, and came out.
Jibril brought me a vessel of wine and a vessel of milk, and I chose the milk.
Jibril said: `You have chosen the Fitrah (natural instinct).'
Then I was taken up to the first heaven and Jibril asked for it to be opened.
It was said, `Who are you?' He said, `Jibril.' It was said, `Who is with you?'
He said, `Muhammad.'
It was asked, `Has his Mission started?'
He said, `His Mission has started.'
So it was opened for us, and there I saw Adam, who welcomed me and prayed for good for me.
Then I was taken up to the second heaven and Jibril asked for it to be opened. It was said, `Who are you?'
He said, `Jibril.'
It was said, `Who is with you?'
He said, `Muhammad.'
It was asked, `Has his Mission started?' He said, `His Mission has started.'
So it was opened for us, and there I saw the two maternal cousins, Yahya and `Isa, who welcomed me and prayed for good for me.
Then I was taken up to the third heaven and Jibril asked for it to be opened. It was said, `Who are you?'
He said, `Jibril.'
It was said, `Who is with you?'
He said, `Muhammad.'
It was asked, `Has his Mission started?' He said, `His Mission has started.'
So it was opened for us, and there I saw Yusuf, who had been given the beautiful half. He welcomed me and prayed for good for me.
Then I was taken up to the fourth heaven and Jibril asked for it to be opened. It was said, `Who are you?'
He said, `Jibril.'
It was said, `Who is with you?'
He said, `Muhammad.'
It was asked, `Has his Mission started?'
He said, `His Mission has started.'
So it was opened for us, and there I saw Idris, who welcomed me and prayed for good for me.
- then (the Prophet) said: Allah says:
And We raised him to a high station. (19:57) Then he resumed his narrative:
Then I was taken up to the fifth heaven and Jibril asked for it to be opened. It was said, `Who are you?'
He said, `Jibril.'
It was said, `Who is with you?'
He said, `Muhammad.'
It was asked, `Has his Mission started?' He said, `His Mission has started.'
So it was opened for us, and there I saw Harun, who welcomed me and prayed for good for me.
Then I was taken up to the sixth heaven and Jibril asked for it to be opened. It was said, `Who are you?'
He said, `Jibril.
It was said, `Who is with you?'
He said, `Muhammad.'
It was asked, `Has his Mission started?' He said, `His Mission has started.'
So it was opened for us, and there I saw Musa, who welcomed me and prayed for good for me.
Then I was taken up to the seventh heaven and Jibril asked for it to be opened. It was said, `Who are you?'
He said, `Jibril.'
It was said, `Who is with you?'
He said, `Muhammad.'
It was asked, `Has his Mission started? He said, `His Mission has started.'
So it was opened for us, and there I saw Ibrahim, who was leaning back against the Much-Frequented House (Al-Bayt Al-Ma`mur).
Every day seventy thousand angels enter it, then they never come back to it again.
Then I was taken to Sidrat Al-Muntaha (the Lote tree beyond which none may pass), and its leaves were like the leaves (ears) of elephants and its fruits were like jugs, and when it was veiled with whatever it was veiled with by the command of Allah, it changed, and none of the creatures of Allah can describe it because it is so beautiful.
Then Allah revealed that which He revealed to me.
He enjoined on me fifty prayers every day and night.
I came down until I reached Musa, and he said, `What did your Lord enjoin on your Ummah!'
I said, `Fifty prayers everyday and night.'
He said, `Go back to your Lord and ask Him to reduce (the burden) for your Ummah, for your Ummah will not be able to do that. I tested the Children of Israel and found out how they were.'
So I went back to my Lord and said, `O Lord, reduce (the burden) for my Ummah for they will never be able to do that.' So He reduced it by five.
I came back down until I met Musa and he asked me, `What did you do?'
I said, `(My Lord) reduced (my burden) by five.'
He said, `Go back to your Lord and ask Him to reduce
(the burden) for your Ummah.'
I kept going back between my Lord and Musa, and (my
Lord) reduced it by five each time, until He said,
`O Muhammad,
these are five prayers every day and night, and for every prayer there is (the reward of) ten, so they are (like) fifty prayers.
Whoever wants to do something good then does not do it, one good deed will be recorded for him, and if he does it, ten good deeds will be recorded for him.
Whoever wants to do something evil and does not do it, no evil deed will be recorded for him, and if he does it, one evil deed will be recorded for him.'
I came down until I reached Musa, and told him about this.
He said: `Go back to your Lord and ask him to reduce (the burden) for your Ummah, for they will never be able to do that.'
I had kept going back to my Lord until I felt too shy.
This version was also recorded by Muslim. Imam Ahmad recorded Anas saying that;
Al-Buraq was brought to the Prophet on the Night of the Isra' with his saddle and reins ready for riding. The animal shied, and Jibril said to him:
"Why are you doing this! By Allah, no one has ever ridden you who is more honored by Allah than him.''
At this, Al-Buraq started to sweat.
This was also recorded by At-Tirmidhi, who said it
is Gharib.
Ahmad also recorded that Anas said:
"The Messenger of Allah said:
When I was taken up to my Lord (during Al-Mi'raj), I passed by people who had nails of copper with which they were scratching their faces and chests. I asked, `Who are these, O Jibril!'
He said, `These are those who ate the flesh of the people (i.e., backbiting) and slandered their honor.'
This was also recorded by Abu Dawud.
Anas also said that the Messenger of Allah said:
On the night when I was taken on my Night Journey (Al- Isra'), I passed by Musa, who was standing, praying in his grave.
This was also recorded by Muslim.
The Report of Anas bin Malik from Malik bin Sa`sa`ah
Imam Ahmad recorded that Anas bin Malik said that Malik bin Sa`sa`ah told him that the Prophet of Allah told them about the night in which he was taken on the Night Journey (Al-Isra').
He said:
While I was lying down in Al-Hatim (or maybe, Qatadah said, in Al-Hijr) 'someone came to me and said to his companion, `The one who is in the middle of these three.' He came to me and opened me.
I (one of the narrators) heard Qatadah say, `split me - from here to here.'
Qatadah said: "I said to Al-Jarud, who was beside me, `What does that mean?'
He said, `From the top of his chest to below his navel', and I heard him say, `from his throat to below his navel'.
The Prophet said:
He took out my heart and brought a golden vessel filled with faith and wisdom. He washed my heart then filled it up and put it back, then a white animal was brought to me that was smaller than a mule and larger than a donkey.
Al-Jarud said, `Was this Al-Buraq?, O Abu Hamzah!'
He said, `Yes, and its stride covered a distance as far as
it could see.'
The Prophet said:
I was mounted upon it and Jibril brought me to the first heaven, and asked for it to be opened. It was said, `Who is this?'
He said, `Jibril.'
It was said, `Who is with you?'
He said, `Muhammad.'
It was said, `Has his Mission started?'
He said, `Yes.'
It was said, `Welcome to him, blessed is the one who comes.'
So it was opened for us and when I entered, I saw Adam.
(Jibril) said, `This is your father Adam, greet him.' So I greeted him, and he returned the greeting then said, `Welcome to the righteous son and righteous Prophet.'
Then Gabriel ascended with me till we reached the second heaven. Gabriel asked for the gate to be opened. It was asked, 'Who is it?'
Gabriel answered, 'Gabriel.'
It was asked, 'Who is accompanying you?'
Gabriel replied, 'Muhammad.'
It was asked, 'Has he been called?'
Gabriel answered in the affirmative.
Then it was said, 'He is welcomed. What an excellent visit his is!' The gate was opened.
When I went over the second heaven, there I saw Yahya (i.e. John) and 'Isa (i.e. Jesus) who were cousins of each other.
Gabriel said (to me), 'These are Yahya and 'Isa; pay them your greetings.' So I greeted them and both of them returned my greetings to me and said, 'You are welcomed, O pious brother and pious Prophet.'
Then Gabriel ascended with me to the third heaven and asked for its gate to be opened. It was asked, 'Who is it?'
Gabriel replied, 'Gabriel.'
It was asked, 'Who is accompanying you?'
Gabriel replied, 'Muhammad.'
It was asked, 'Has he been called?'
Gabriel replied in the affirmative.
Then it was said, 'He is welcomed, what an excellent visit his is!'
The gate was opened, and when I went over the third heaven there I saw Yusuf (Joseph).
Gabriel said (to me), 'This is Yusuf; pay him your greetings.'
So I greeted him and he returned the greeting to me and said, 'You are welcomed, O pious brother and pious Prophet.'
Then Gabriel ascended with me to the fourth heaven and asked for its gate to be opened. It was asked, 'Who is it?'
Gabriel replied, 'Gabriel'
It was asked, 'Who is accompanying you?' Gabriel replied, 'Muhammad.'
It was asked, 'Has he been called?' Gabriel replied in the affirmative.
Then it was said, 'He is welcomed, what an excellent visit his is!'
The gate was opened, and when I went over the fourth heaven, there I saw Idris. Gabriel said (to me), 'This is Idris; pay him your greetings.'
So I greeted him and he returned the greeting to me and said, 'You are welcomed, O pious brother and pious Prophet.'
Then I was taken up to the fifth heaven, and (Jibril) asked for it to be opened. It was said, `Who is this?'
He said, `Jibril.'
It was said, `Who is with you?'
He said, `Muhammad.'
It was said, `Has his Mission started?'
He said, `Yes.'
It was said, `Welcome to him, blessed is the one who comes.'
So it was opened for us and when I entered, I saw Harun.
(Jibril) said, `This is Harun, greet him.' So I greeted him, and he returned the greeting then said, `Welcome to the righteous brother and righteous Prophet.'
Then I was taken up to the sixth heaven, and (Jibril) asked for it to be opened. It was said, `Who is this?'
He said, `Jibril.'
It was said, `Who is with you?' He said, `Muhammad.'
It was said, `Has his Mission started?'
He said, `Yes.'
It was said, `Welcome to him, blessed is the one who comes.' So it was opened for us and when I entered, I saw Musa.
(Jibril) said, `This is Musa, greet him.'
So I greeted him, and he returned the greeting then said, `Welcome to the righteous brother and righteous Prophet.'
When I passed by him, he wept, and it was said to him, `Why are you weeping' He said, `I am weeping because a young man was sent after me and more people from his Ummah than from mine will enter Paradise.'
Then I was taken up to the seventh heaven, and (Jibril) asked for it to be opened. It was said, `Who is this?'
He said, `Jibril.'
It was said, `Who is with you?'
He said, `Muhammad'.
It was said, `Has his Mission started?'
He said, `Yes.'
It was said, `Welcome to him, blessed is the one who comes.'
So it was opened for us and when I entered, I saw Ibrahim.
(Jibril) said, `This is Ibrahim, greet him.'
So I greeted him, and he returned the greeting then said, `Welcome to the righteous son and righteous Prophet.'
Then I was taken up to Sidrat Al-Muntaha, whose fruits like the clay jugs of Hajar (a region in Arabia) and its leaves were like the ears of elephants.
(Jibril) said: `This is Sidrat Al-Muntaha.' And there were four rivers, two hidden and two visible.
I said, `What is this, O Jibril'
He said, `The two hidden rivers are rivers in Paradise, and the two visible rivers are the Nile and the Euphrates.'
Then I was shown Al-Bayt Al-Ma`mur. Qatadah said:
Al-Hasan told us narrating from Abu Hurayrah that the Prophet saw Al-Bayt Al-Ma`mur. Each day seventy thousand angels enter it, then they never return from it.
Then he continued to narrate the Hadith of Anas;
Then I was brought a vessel of wine, a vessel of milk and a vessel of honey.
I chose the milk, and he (Jibril) said, `This is the Fitrah (natural instinct) on which you and your Ummah will be.'
Then the prayer was enjoined upon me, fifty prayers each day.
I came down until I reached Musa, who said, `What did your Lord enjoin upon your Ummah?'
I said, `Fifty prayers each day.'
He said, `Your Ummah will not be able to do fifty prayers each day. I tried the people before you, I had to deal with the Children of Israel and it was very difficult for me. Go back to your Lord and ask Him to reduce the burden on your Ummah.'
So I went back, and the number was reduced by ten. I came back to Musa and he asked, `What were you commanded to do?'
I said, `Forty prayers each day.'
He said, `Your Ummah will not be able to do forty prayers each day. I tried the people before you, I had to deal with the Children of Israel and it was very difficult for me. Go back to your Lord and ask Him to reduce the burden on your Ummah.'
So I went back, and the number was reduced by ten.
I came back to Musa and he asked, `What were you commanded to do?'
I said, `I was commanded to do thirty prayers each day.'
He said, `Your Ummah will not be able to do thirty prayers each day. I tried the people before you, I had to deal with the Children of Israel and it was very difficult for me. Go back to your Lord and ask Him to reduce the burden on your Ummah.'
So I went back, and the number was reduced by ten.
I came back to Musa and he asked, `What were you commanded to do?'
I said, `Twenty prayers each day.'
He said, `Your Ummah will not be able to do twenty prayers each day. I tried the people before you, I had to deal with the Children of Israel and it was very difficult for me. Go back to your Lord and ask Him to reduce the burden on your Ummah.'
So I went back, and the number was reduced by ten more.
I came back to Musa and he asked, `What were you commanded to do?'
I said, `Ten prayers each day.'
He said, `Your Ummah will not be able to do ten prayers each day. I tried the people before you, I had to deal with the Children of Israel and it was very difficult for me. Go back to your Lord and ask Him to reduce the burden on your Ummah.'
So I went back, and I was commanded to do five prayers every day.
I came back to Musa and he asked, `What were you commanded to do?'
I said, `Five prayers each day.'
He said, `Your Ummah will not be able to do five prayers each day. I tried the people before you, I had to deal with the Children of Israel and it was very difficult for me. Go back to your Lord and ask Him to reduce the burden on your Ummah.'
I said, `I have asked my Lord until I feel too shy. I accept this and submit to Him.'
Then a voice called out: `My order has been decreed and I have reduced the burden on My servants.'
Similar narrations were recorded in the Two Sahihs.
The Report of Anas from Abu Dharr
Al-Bukhari recorded that Anas bin Malik said:
Abu Dharr used to tell us that the Messenger of Allah said:
The roof of my house was opened while I was in Makkah, and Jibril came down and opened my chest, then he washed it with Zamzam water. Then he brought a vessel of gold filled with wisdom and faith, and poured it into my chest, then he closed it up. Then he took me by the hand and took me up to the lowest heaven.
When we came to the lowest heaven, Jibril said to its keeper, `Open up!'
He said, `Who is this?'
He said, `Jibril.'
He said, `Is there anyone with you?' He said, `Yes, Muhammad is with me.' He said, `Has his Mission started?'
He said, `Yes.'
When it was opened, we went up into the first heaven, where I saw a man sitting with a multitude to his right and another to his left. When he looked to his right he smiled, and when he looked to his left, he wept.
He said, `Welcome to the righteous Prophet and the righteous son.'
I said to Jibril, `Who is this?'
He said, `This is Adam, and these multitudes to his right and left are the souls of his descendants. The people on his right include the people of Paradise, and the people on his left include the people of Hell, so when he looks to his right he smiles, and when he looks to his left he weeps.'
Then he took me up to the second heaven...
... Then we passed by Ibrahim, who said, `Welcome to the righteous Prophet and the righteous son.'
I said, `Who is this?'
He said, `This is Ibrahim.'
He said, `Welcome to the righteous Prophet and the righteous son.'
Az-Zuhri said: Ibn Hazm told me that Ibn Abbas and Abu Habbah Al-Ansari used to say:
the Prophet narrated here -
Then I was taken up until I reached a level where I could hear the sound of the pens.
Ibn Hazm and Anas bin Malik said: the Messenger of Allah said:
Allah enjoined upon my Ummah fifty prayers.
I came back with this (message) until I passed by Musa, who said, `What did your Lord enjoin upon your Ummah?'
I said, `He enjoined fifty prayers.'
Musa said, `Go back to your Lord, for your Ummah will not be able to do that.'
So I went back, and He reduced it by half.
Then I came back to Musa and said, `It has been reduced by half.'
He said, `Go back to your Lord, for your Ummah will not be able to do that.'
So I went back, and it was reduced by half.
I came back to him, and he said, `Go back to your Lord, for your Ummah will not be able to do that.'
So I went back, and He said: `They are five but equal in reward to fifty, for My word does not change.'
I came back to Musa and he said, `Go back to your Lord.'
I said, `I feel too shy before my Lord.'
Then I was taken up until I reached Sidrat Al- Muntaha, which was veiled in indescribable colors. Then I entered Paradise, in which I saw nets of pearls and its soil of musk.
This version was recorded by Al-Bukhari in the Book of Prayer.
He also reported in the Book of Tafsir, under the discussion of Bani Isra'il (i.e., Surah Al-Isra'), the Book of Hajj and the Stories of the Prophets, via different chains of narration from Yunus.
Muslim recorded similar Hadiths in his Sahih in the Book of Faith.
Imam Ahmad recorded that Abdullah bin Shaqiq said:
I said to Abu Dharr, "If I had seen the Messenger of Allah, I would have asked him.''
He said, "What would you have asked him?''
He said, "I would have asked him, if he saw his Lord?''
He said, "I did ask him that, and he said,
I saw it as light, how could I see Him!''
This is how it was narrated in the report of Imam Ahmad.
Muslim recorded that Abdullah bin Shaqiq said that Abu Dharr said:
"I asked the Messenger of Allah, `Did you see your Lord?'
He said,
(I saw) a light, how could I see Him?''
Abdullah bin Shaqiq said: I said to Abu Dharr, "If I had seen the Messenger of Allah, I would have asked him.''
He said, "What would you have asked him?''
He said, "I would have asked him, `Did you see your Lord?''
Abu Dharr said, "I asked him that, and he said,
I saw light.
The Report of Jabir bin Abdullah
Imam Ahmad recorded that Jabir bin Abdullah said that he heard the Messenger of Allah say:
When Quraysh did not believe that I had been taken on the Night Journey to Bayt Al-Maqdis, I stood up in Al- Hijr and Allah displayed Bayt Al-Maqdis before me, so I told them about its features while I was looking at it.
This was also reported in the Two Sahihs with different chains of narration.
According to Al-Bayhaqi, Ibn Shihab said that Abu Salamah bin Abdur-Rahman said:
Some people from Quraish went to Abu Bakr and said, "Have you heard what your companion is saying He is claiming that he went to Bayt Al-Maqdis and came back to Makkah in one night!''
Abu Bakr said, "Did he say that!'' They said, "Yes.''
Abu Bakr said, "Then I bear witness that if he said that, he is speaking the truth.''
They said, "You believe that he went to Ash-Sham (Greater Syria) in one night and came back to Makkah before morning!''
He said, "Yes, I believe him with regard to something even more than that. I believe him with regard to the revelation that comes to him from heaven.''
Abu Salamah said, from then on Abu Bakr was known as As-Siddiq (the true believer).
The Report of Abdullah bin Abbas
Imam Ahmad recorded that Ibn Abbas said:
"On the night when the Messenger of Allah was taken on his Night Journey, he entered Paradise, in some part of which he heard a sound.
He said, `O Jibril, what is this?'
He said, `This is Bilal, the Mu'adhdhin.'
When the Prophet came back to the people, he said,
Bilal has succeeded; I saw that he will have such and such.
He (the Prophet) was met by Musa, who welcomed him and said, `Welcome to the Unlettered Prophet.'
He was a tall, dark man with lank hair coming down to his ears or above his ears.
He said, `Who is this, O Jibril!'
He said, `This is Musa.'
Then he went on and met a venerable, distinguished old man, who welcomed him and greeted him with Salam, and all of them were greeting him. He said, `Who is this?, O Jibril!'
He said, `This is your father Ibrahim.'
Then he looked into Hell and saw some people eating rotten meat. He said, `Who are these people, O Jibril!'
He said, `They are those who used to eat the flesh of the people (i.e., backbiting).'
He saw a man who was very red and dark blue, and said, `Who is this, O Jibril!'
He said, `This is the one who slaughtered the she-camel (of Salih).'
When the Messenger of Allah came to Al-Masjid Al- Aqsa, he stood up to pray, and all the Prophets gathered and prayed with him. When he finished, he was brought two cups, one on his right and one on his left, one containing milk and one containing honey. He took the milk and drank it, and the one who was carrying the cup said, `You have chosen the Fitrah (natural instinct).'''
The chain of narrators is Sahih, although they (Al- Bukhari and Muslim) did not record it.
Imam Ahmad reported that Ibn Abbas said:
"The Messenger of Allah was taken on the Night Journey to Bayt Al-Maqdis, then he came back and told them about his journey and the features of Bayt Al-Maqdis and the caravan (of Quraysh).
Some people said, `We do not believe what Muhammad is saying,' and they left Islam and became disbelievers. Allah destroyed them when He destroyed Abu Jahl.
Abu Jahl said: `Muhammad is trying to scare us with the tree of Zaqqum; bring some dates and butter and let us have some Zaqqum!'
The Prophet also saw the Dajjal in his true form, in real life, not in a dream, and he saw `Isa, Musa and Ibrahim.
The Prophet was asked about the Dajjal, and he said:
I saw him as a tall and huge man, with a whitish complexion. One of his eyes stood out like a shining star. The hair on his head looked like the branches of a tree.
And I saw `Isa, white with curly hair and an intense gaze, of average build.
I saw Musa, dark-skinned, with a lot of hair and a strong build.
I looked at Ibrahim and did not see anything in him that I do not see in myself; it is as if he were your companion (meaning himself).
Jibril said: `Greet your father with Salam,' so I greeted him with Salam.
This was also recorded by An-Nasa'i from the Hadith of Abu Zayd Thabit bin Yazid from Hilal, who is Ibn Khabbab, and it is a Sahih chain of narrators.
Al-Bayhaqi recorded that Abu Al-Aliyah said: "The cousin of your Prophet, Ibn Abbas narrated to us from the Messenger of Allah, he said:
Allah's Messenger said,
On the night when I was taken on the Night Journey, I saw Musa bin Imran, a tall, curly- haired man, as if he was from the tribe of Shanu'ah. And I saw `Isa bin Maryam, of medium stature, white with a reddish complexion, with straight hair.
And he was shown Malik, the keeper of Hell, and the Dajjal, with the signs that Allah revealed to him.'
He said,
So be not you in doubt of meeting him. )32:33(
Qatadah used to interpret this to mean that the Prophet of Allah met Musa.
And We made it (or him) a guide to the Children of Israel. (32:33)
Qatadah said:
"(This means) Allah made Musa a guide for the Children of Israel.''
Muslim reported this in his Sahih, and Al-Bukhari and Muslim recorded a shorter version from Qatadah.
Imam Ahmad also recorded that Ibn Abbas said: "The Messenger of Allah said:
On the night when I was taken on the Night Journey, I woke up in Makkah the next morning having anxiety that, I knew that the people would not believe me.
He kept away from people, feeling anxious and sad, then the enemy of Allah Abu Jahl passed by him and came to sit with him, saying mockingly, `Is there anything new!'
The Messenger of Allah said, (Yes). He said, `What is it?'
He said, I was taken on a Journey last night.
He said, `Where to?'
He said,
(To Bayt Al - Maqdis) .
He said, `Then this morning you were among us!' He said, (Yes).
Abu Jahl did not want to say to his face that he was lying, lest he deny saying it when he called other people to hear him, so he said: `Do you think that if I call your people, you will tell them about what happened!'
The Messenger of Allah said, (Yes).
Abu Jahl said, `O people of Bani Ka`b bin Lu'ay!'
People got up from where they were sitting and came to join them.
Abu Jahl said, `Tell your people what you told me.'
I(The Messenger of Allah said was taken on a Journey last night).
They said, `Where to!'
He said,
(To Bayt Al - Maqdis) .
They said, `Then this morning you were among us!'
He said, (Yes).
They began to clap their hands together and put their hands on their heads in astonishment at this "lie'' - as they claimed it to be.
They said, `Can you describe the sanctuary to us!'
Among them were some who had traveled to that land and seen the sanctuary, so the Messenger of Allah said,
I started to describe it, until I reached a point where I was not sure about some of the details, but then the sanctuary was brought close and placed near the house of `Uqayl - or `Iqal - so I could look at it and describe the details.
I could not remember those description.
The people said, `As for the description, by Allah he has got it right.''
This was recorded by An-Nasa'i and Al-Bayhaqi.
The Report of Abdullah bin Mas`ud
Al-Hafiz Abu Bakr Al-Bayhaqi reported that Abdullah bin Mas`ud said:
"When the Messenger of Allah was taken on the Night Journey, he went as far as Sidrat Al-Muntaha, which is in the sixth heaven. Everything that ascends stops there, until it is taken from that point, and everything that comes down stops there, until it is taken from there.
When that covered As-Sidrat Al-Muntaha which did cover it! (53:16)
Ibn Mas`ud said:
"It is covered with gold butterflies. The Messenger of Allah was given the five prayers and the final
Ayat of Surah Al-Baqarah, and forgiveness was granted for major sins to those who do not associate anything in worship with Allah.''
This was recorded by Muslim in his Sahih.
The Report of Abu Hurayrah
Al-Bukhari and Muslim reported in their Sahihs that Abu Hurayrah said:
the Messenger of Allah said:
When I was taken on the Night Journey, I met Musa.
He described him as a man - I think he said - a curly- haired man, as if he were from the tribe of Shanu'ah.
And I met `Isa.
And the Prophet described him as being of average height, with a reddish complexion, as if he had just come out of the bath.
And I met Ibrahim, and I am the one who resembles him most among his children.
I was brought two vessels, one containing milk and the other containing wine.
It was said to me, `Take whichever one you want.' So I took the milk and drank it, and it was said to me,
`You have been guided to the Fitrah - or - You have chosen the Fitrah. If you had chosen the wine, your Ummah would have gone astray.'''
They also recorded it with another chain of narrators. Muslim recorded that Abu Hurayrah said:
"The Messenger of Allah said:
I remember being in Al-Hijr, and the Quraysh were asking me about my Night Journey. They asked me things about Bayt Al-Maqdis that I was not sure of, and I felt more anxious and stressed then than I have ever felt. Then Allah raised up Bayt Al-Maqdis for me to see, and there was nothing they asked me about but I told them about it.
And I remember being in a gathering of the Prophets. Musa was standing there praying, and he was a man with curly hair, as if he were one of the men of Shanu'ah.
I saw `Isa bin Maryam standing there praying, and the one who most resembles him is `Urwah bin Mas`ud Ath- Thaqafi.
And I saw Ibrahim standing there praying, and the one who most resembles him is your companion (meaning himself).
Then the time for prayer came, and I led them in prayer. When I finished, a voice said, `O Muhammad, this is Malik, the keeper of Hell,' so I turned to him, and he greeted me first.''
Musa bin Uqbah said, narrating from Az-Zuhri:
"The Isra' happened one year before the Hijrah.'' This was also the opinion of Urwah.
As-Suddi said:
"It happened sixteen months before the Hijrah.''
The truth is that the Prophet was taken on the Night Journey when he was awake, not in a dream, and he went from Makkah to Bayt Al-Maqdis riding on Al-Buraq.
When he reached the door of the sanctuary, he tied up his animal by the door and entered, where he prayed two Rak`ahs to `greet the Masjid'.
Then the Mi`raj was brought to him, which is a ladder with steps which one climbs up. So he went up on it to the first heaven, then he went up to the rest of the seven heavens.
The Time that Isra' took place, and the Fact that it included both Body and Soul, when the Prophet was awake, not in a Dream
In each heaven he was welcomed by the most pious of its inhabitants, and he greeted the Prophets who were in the various heavens according to their positions and status.
He passed by Musa, the one who spoke with Allah, in the sixth heaven, and Ibrahim, the close friend (Khalil) of Allah in the seventh heaven.
Then he surpassed them and all the Prophets in status and reached a level where he could hear the creaking of the pens, i.e., the pens of destiny which write down what is decreed to happen.
He saw Sidrat Al-Muntaha, covered by the command of Allah, and its greatness, its butterflies of gold and various colors, surrounded by the angels. There he saw Jibril in his real form, with six hundred wings.
He saw green cushions blocking the horizon. He saw Al-Bayt Al-Ma`mur, and Ibrahim Al-Khalil, the builder of the earthly Ka`bah, leaning back against it, the heavenly Ka`bah; every day, seventy thousand angels enter and worship therein, then they do not return to it until the Day of Resurrection.
He saw Paradise and Hell, and Allah enjoined upon him fifty prayers, then reduced it to five, as an act of mercy and kindness towards His servants. In this is a strong indication of the greatness and virtue of the prayers.
Then he came back down to Bayt Al-Maqdis, and the Prophets came down with him and he led them in prayer there when the time for prayer came. It may have been the dawn prayer of that day.
Some people claim that he led them in prayer in heaven, but the reports seem to say that it was in Bayt Al-Maqdis.
In some reports it says that it happened when he first entered (i.e., before ascending into the heavens), but it is more likely that it was after he came back, because when he passed by them in the places in the heavens, he asked Jibril about them, one by one, and Jibril told him about them. This is more appropriate, because he was first required to come before the Divine Presence, so that what Allah willed could be enjoined upon him and his Ummah. When the matter for which he was required had been dealt with, he and his brother-Prophets gathered, and his virtue and high position in relation to them became apparent when he was asked to come forward to lead them, which was when Jibril indicated to him that he should do so.
Then he came out of Bayt Al-Maqdis and rode on Al-Buraq back to Makkah in the darkness of the night. And Allah knows best.
As for his being presented with the vessels containing milk and honey, or milk and wine, or milk and water, or all of these, some reports say that this happened in Bayt Al-Maqdis, and others say that it happened in the heavens. It is possible that it happened in both places, because it is like offering food or drink to a guest when he arrives, and Allah knows best.
The Prophet was taken on the Night Journey with body and soul, he was awake, not asleep. The evidence for this is the Ayah:
Glorified (and Exalted) be He (Allah) Who took His servant for a Journey by Night from Al-Masjid Al- Haram to Al-Masjid Al-Aqsa, the neighborhood whereof We have blessed,
The words "Subhan Allah'' (Glorified and exalted be Allah) are spoken in the case of serious matters. If it had been a dream, it would have been a significant matter and would not have been so astounding; the disbelievers of the Quraysh would not have hastened to label him a liar and the group of people who had become Muslims would not have deserted the faith.
The word `Abd (servant) refers to both soul and body.
Allah says:
took His servant for a Journey by Night.
and:
And We made not the vision which we showed
you but a trial for mankind. (17:60) Ibn Abbas said:
"This is the vision that the Messenger of Allah saw with his own eyes during the Journey by Night, and the cursed tree is the tree of Zaqqum.''
This was recorded by Al-Bukhari. Allah said:
The sight (of Prophet Muhammad) turned not aside (right or left), nor it transgressed beyond the limit (ordained for it). (53:17)
Sight (Al-Basr) is a physical faculty, not a spiritual one, and he was carried on Al- Buraq, a shining white animal. This too indicates a physical journey, because the soul does not need a means of transportation of this nature.
And Allah knows best.
An Interesting Story
In his book Dala'il An-Nubuwwah, Al-Hafiz Abu Nu`aym Al- Isbahani recorded via Muhammad bin Umar Al-Waqidi who said:
Malik bin Abi Ar-Rijjal told me from Amr bin Abdullah that Muhammad bin Ka`b Al-Qurazi said:
"The Messenger of Allah sent Dihyah bin Khalifah to Caesar.''
He mentioned how he came to him, and described an incident that showed how wise Caesar was.
He sent for the Arab merchants who were in Syria and Abu Sufyan Sakhr bin Harb and his companions were brought to him. He asked them the well-known questions that were recorded by Al-Bukhari and Muslim, as we shall discuss below, and Abu Sufyan tried hard to give the impression that this was an insignificant issue.
(The narrator) said that Abu Sufyan (later) said:
"By Allah, nothing stopped me from saying something to Heraclius to make him despise (Muhammad) but the fact that I did not want to tell a lie that would later be found out, and he would never believe me again after that.
Then I told him about the night on which he was taken on the Night Journey.
I said: `O King, shall I not tell you of something from which you will know that he is lying!'
He said, `What is it?'
I said: `He claims that he went out of our land, the land of Al-Haram, in one night, and came to your sanctuary in Jerusalem, then came back to us the same night, before morning came.'
The Patriarch of Jerusalem was there, standing next to Caesar.
The Patriarch of Jerusalem said: `I know that night.'
Caesar looked at him and said, `How do you know about this!'
He said,
`I never used to sleep at night until I closed the doors of the sanctuary. On that night I closed all the doors except for one, which I could not manage to close. I asked my workers and others who were with me to help me deal with it, but we could not move it. It was like trying to move a mountain. So I called the carpenters, and they looked at it and said: The lintel and some part of the structure has fallen onto it. We cannot move it until morning, when we will be able to see what the problem is. So I went back and left those two doors open.
The next morning I went back, and saw that the stone at the corner of the sanctuary had a hole in it, and there were traces of an animal having been tethered there.
I said to my companions: This door has not been closed last night except for a Prophet, who prayed last night in our sanctuary.'''
And he mentioned the rest of the Hadith.
In his book At-Tanwir fi Mawlid As-Siraj Al-Munir, Al- Hafiz Abu Al-Khattab Umar bin Dihyah mentioned the Hadith of the Isra' narrated from Anas, and spoke well about it, then he said:
"The reports of the Hadith of the Isra' reach the level of Mutawatir.
They were narrated from;
• Umar bin Al-Khattab,
• Ali, Ibn Mas`ud,
• Abu Dharr,
• Malik bin Sa`sa`ah,
• Abu Hurayrah,
• Abu Sa`id,
• Ibn Abbas,
• Shaddad bin Aws,
• Ubayy bin Ka`b,
• Abdur-Rahman bin Qarat,
• Abu Habbah Al-Ansari,
• Abu Layla Al-Ansari,
• Abdullah bin `Amr,
• Jabir, Hudhayfah,
• Buraydah,
• Abu Ayub,
• Abu Umamah,
• Samurah bin Jundub,
• Abu Al-Hamra',
• Suhayb Ar-Rumi,
• Umm Hani', and
• A'ishah and Asma', the daughters of Abu Bakr As-Siddiq,
may Allah be pleased with them all.
Some of them narrated the incident at length, and others narrated it more briefly, as was reported in the Musnad collections.
Even though some reports do not fulfill the conditions of Sahih, nevertheless the Muslims agreed unanimously on the fact that the Isra' happened, and it was rejected only by the heretics and apostates.
They intend to put out the Light of Allah with their mouths. But Allah will bring His Light to perfection even though the disbelievers hate (it). (61:8)
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myremnantarmy · 1 year ago
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July 29, 2013 – The mark of the beast will bring with it death: the death of the soul and death due to a terrible disease
MESSAGE FROM JESUS CHRIST TO MARY OF DIVINE MERCY
“My dearly beloved daughter, My Name is rarely mentioned when spoken of, while those who claim to represent Me shout blasphemies against God. Not only will My death on the Cross be rejected and not spoken of, but images of demons will be used as substitutes for My Body on the Cross. If I am not the one they killed on the Cross, then who is this? Who are these, who proclaim My Word to the world, but utter blasphemies that they vomit from their mouths?
Beware of the miracles that the men in white robes will claim to perform, as if they were made of My Substance and blessed with My Spirit. When you see extraordinary and seemingly miraculous events take place, know that they are none of these things.
They will tell you that the miracles were caused by the hand of the false prophet. Then you will be expected to show great respect and will be told, at first, that he is a living saint. He will be adored, loved and admired and all will say that he is favored by God. They will believe, as time passes, that these miracles are happening to herald My Second Coming.
And then, the beast will appear; it will honor the first and the world will be involved in a terrible confusion. Men will be trapped. From one point of view, the false prophet will control all the world's religions and erode the love of those who know the Truth. Those who know the Truth will not reject Me, for theirs is the Kingdom of God. The antichrist will show great honor towards the false prophet but, since his role will be political in nature, their mutual loyalty will unite many people who will applaud this alliance.
These events will soon begin to make sense. Those who try to drag you along with them into a false faith, which is not from God, will be very convincing. They will never reveal their true intent until they believe they will win this battle, but then they will destroy many of those who refuse to accept the mark of the beast. They will say that this will be a sign of true world peace, love and unity, but hidden within its evil core, will be the number 666, the sign of the beast.
Just as the holy medals offer protection from Heaven with the Power of God, the mark of the beast will bring with it death: death of the soul and death from a terrible disease. Those who refuse it will have to hide and prepare. I realize this is scary, but it's true. I will intervene with the help of your prayers to put an end to the persecution.
You, My beloved followers, who know the Truth, have been prepared to help those who will grapple with this knowledge. When this happens, My Remnant Army will be a force to be reckoned with. His strength will consist in his ability to save those who will suffer from this diabolical act of vengeance against the children of God.
Your Jesus"
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occasional-pyrrhon · 1 year ago
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pyrrhon thoughts?
GUAH ok well here's a big post I made abt my biggest headcanons for him and on main @swadloom I tag him on posts and occasionally go on divine madness rants under the #guy tag but aaaaaah here's some more just for you 🤲
He 100% believes all the stuff about justice and heroism that he goes on about and all the crazyass stuff he pulls is justified in his mind for reaching that goal of becoming the most powerful protector of humanity
His eyes glow solid bright green if he's angry or out of it / distressed
I think he would do that thing tiktok boys do where they shush you and wag their finger and trace their jawline but instead of it being a flex on his looks maxing he's trying to channel physical damage to whoever he does it to
I wish him and Pit were a funny friend duo sooooo badly its unreal. Like the idea of him respecting this punching bag angel more than the gods is SUCH AN INSANE CHARACTER REVELATION that could inform SO MUCH about him then two second later he fucked up in space 4ever. Sad! Whatever imagine if chapter 17 opened up with Pit making his way through a big gauntlet of aurum ships then coming out the other end, meeting paths with Pyrrhon and hi-fiving midair. Then he zooms off and only a minute later it's all thrown away for power. Think aboutd it.
Because it's my current biggest fixation: Playing d&d with him would either be heaven or hell. He will come up with some shit the ppl making the rules never prepared for. He will take a random street beggar under his wing and give them a volatile ancient artifact. He will hype the shit out of anything anyone does. He will put his soul in a kua-toa and create a new whole ass god that he puts his soul in AGAIN so he can go party with Primus. He will poke the trap.
Part of an attempted fic I've been working on coming out in 2 million year. But I think he has mild weird psychic abilities that other gods don't have. One bit in there is him trying to learn how to gift prophetic powers but as goodwill apollo its weird and fucked up so that touching his gem just kinda traps you in his adhd mindhellscape for a bit and he doesn't fucking know how to turn it off 💔. Holding together the prophecies with sticks and stones like the spongebob puppet TV thing you know the one. Do I sound insane right now
Sometimes his use of third person upticks if he's trying to reassure himself or if he's less grounded. Which is. Most of the time really but it turns down in straightforward conversation and the like and could be every sentence if he's really out of it
That being said he would use the same dramatic mannerisms that he uses in the heat of battle for like. fortnite vc
He thinks spongebob is bad ass as hell. Chicken little too. And probably Bill and Ted and rainbow dash. And freddie benson. Just the most random ass guys that activate his godly protection complex. You won't be left to toil in the middle any more malcom .
Okay one fucked up one. uhh if/when he returns and gets tentatively accepted back into skyworld, he's paranoid and convinced that people are going to try to send him back to the aurum since he became one with them and in his own eyes can't go back to being who he was. He swings between desperation to return to them and desperation to never leave earth again. He keeps pretending to be confident and unbothered to at least hold on to that part of him, but when he messes up again, and proves he's just as worthless and idiotic as he used to be, he gets that feeling of the path he went down repeating until all that's left for him to do is break down and plead not to go back there, that he knows he deserves it but he'll do anything to make up for it and stay here on earth. Meanwhile none of the others would have a reason to do this, and they have no idea where this is all coming from... though maybe some of them have been there as well.
Gyuhh. Anyways. Once everyone becomes aware of the Problems ppl pitch in more than he expects, and Viridi begrudgingly creates some lil fireproof immortal friendguys, a cat and snake specifically, to be therapy animals for him. This serpentine creature is coiling around pyrrhons arm with nothing but a freak tube body and its force of will!!! And it's sticking its little tongue out awwwwww. I'm split between them having Egyptian deity names or like being the longest most insane gacha 7 star fusion type names that shorten down to like. tabby
I think he would really love insane shitty movies like the channel awesome movies or our drawings or ESPECIALLY the amazing bulk. I HATE DUST I DON'T WANT IT BUILDING UP IN MY HOME was a verbal stim for him at least at some point
His response to asking about his gender is like being a beacon of light concentrated into a form of sun flare and meteor fire all to serve justice through the realms. And like you'll have to roll with that because it's not like you can ask him what's in his pants. Because. I mean
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greeseposting · 24 days ago
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The prophet who hidden in the spirit world---Throat Chakra🪀☃️
The destiny drawn by words---the chakra which diving in the arts waves
There are lots of things could talk about in throat,in the astronomy,its stand for mercury.also for the Gemini energy.so its simply to understand,throat chakra its for the power to experss, and a part of music arts.in the Greece mythological story,the character who named Orps,means poetrys and music.and when a people repress as hard as they can,the sound of singing wont be nice,the HZ of their throat wont be good,and the content they write about,wont be so pleasant.
So sometimes when i was written something,its not from purpose but from my inspiration.and the hurt of throat chakra is related to the trauma of the childhood experience.the third place is stand for a peoples teenage time,if someone get too much stress during this period,they would easily over release their feeling,result in ignoring the truly wanted which excited their inner.
This kind of people also have the possibility to hide the darkest experience inside their mind,and have scary to talk abt it in front of people.This is the root of throat chakra ---the story didnt tell.Whats the reason abt that?If is not the violently disagree,just being threaten.This is the reason they being autism in the second half time of their life.Have words but cannot to tell,what a rough feelings?they be thrown in a space full of darkness all alone,have none beside them,helpless.And have nobody could understand their mind no more.Have the experience like this,their would chosen the career abt the writting one or experssion one,for refind the past themself who being covered the mouth and stressed.
The throat chakra being opened would releasing a kind of powerful vitality.When my patient come and find me for their consultation,i would forecast the image their being healing and gain the side of divine.When throat chakra being opened,they would find the truly life pursue.and confidently fly their winds in that part of sky,and have good ability to build the cooperation with people.When they talk to u,u will feel the familiar,just like family mumber who cares about you.But when their individual feelings being exploited,and being supperssed by purpose,they also choose to flip a part of themself,and for the comfortable feelings and the self defend,they would not to face the truth and stand with their enemy who bullyed on them.
But their soul keep on calling them,this is the truly truth.
All this kids are sensitive,they would over reaction on society comments and judgement.Also over cared about people besides them.Always feeling insure.Just like their heart is full of empty feelings,the lively things be grabbed by invisible hand.sometimes u asked for them try to step into their inner,they get difficulty.They got lost inside,have nothing to see with.blind heart but sensitive,so when u talk to them,better with the intimacy tone and attitude,and never ever show the aggressive.
Emptiness is the word which could stand for them.So its also show the dark side the 3th place---party everywhere,over seek pleasure,deal with a bunch of the shallow relationship,to make sure their presence,but always get disappointed in the end.Becuz they are the emptiness itself.
Remember,the opposite place to the 3th its the 9th.Means Jupiter,when this time u talk some philology things to them,they will get a huge interest in this.Becuz this kind of stuff like a toys for the pets,could waste time more fully than the life they live before.but to them,the things would truly curing them is:learn to reject people,get rip of deal and please people,made boundary for themself,start to telling people what their really want,and face the people who bullyed on them before,and face their true feelings.No matter in which kind of way.And accept the shadow side of their heart.
Never put any kind of standard on urself.And never internalize any standard to urself.You already being urself,so what is the standard?What is the real good things?What is the true level of the competition?
U will know that----TIL THE MOMENT U REALLY KNOW WHO U TURLY R.
Buz throat chakra is belong to the 3rd spiritual chakra,so there are lots of natural way to cure them.As listening to some 432hz audio,its close to the nature frequency.U can find them on the YouTuBe.And listen to some pleasant music.Just like these stuff.
And the power of the words is heavy,sometimes the devil built by words need to be shed by time.But also is tough.The dark side of throat chakra just like annoyed words control mind and behavior.In fact,the dark side of 7 chakras all would control people but in different dimensions,so just protecting our energy of the chakra could avoid the risk being used.
The energy of words is heavy.This is really matter.Never put some bad words on others,becuz its also included in the range of manifesting.Its just frequency stuff.
Although the words are out of mouth,but we need listened by heart.
The incredible courage spirit also stand for the strong opened Throat Chakra.
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belajaripelajar · 5 months ago
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27:76
Indeed, this Quran clarifies for the Children of Israel most of what they differ over.
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And it is truly a guide and mercy for the believers.
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Your Lord will certainly judge between them by His justice, for He is the Almighty, All-Knowing.
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So put your trust in Allah, for you are surely upon the ˹Path of˺ clear truth.
27:80
You certainly cannot make the dead hear ˹the truth˺. Nor can you make the deaf hear the call when they turn their backs and walk away.
27:81
Nor can you lead the blind out of their misguidance. You can make none hear ˹the truth˺ except those who believe in Our revelations, ˹fully˺ submitting ˹to Allah˺.
27:82
And when the decree ˹of the Hour˺ comes to pass against them, We will bring forth for them a beast from the earth,[1] telling them that the people had no sure faith in Our revelations.
[1] The beast is believed to be one of the major signs of the Day of Judgment. No further details are given in reliable resources about this beast.
27:83
˹Watch for˺ the Day We will gather from every faith-community a group of those who denied Our revelations, and they will be driven in ranks.
27:84
When they ˹finally˺ come before their Lord, He will ask ˹them˺, “Did you deny My revelations without ˹even˺ comprehending them? Or what ˹exactly˺ did you do?”
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And the decree ˹of torment˺ will be justified against them for their wrongdoing, leaving them speechless.
27:86
Do they not see that We made the night for them to rest in and the day bright?[1] Surely in this are signs for those who believe.
[1] To demonstrate His ability to bring people back to life, Allah usually refers to some wonders of His creation, such as the planets, the alternation of the day and night, the mountains, and the development of the human embryo.
27:87
And ˹beware of˺ the Day the Trumpet will be blown, and all those in the heavens and all those on the earth will be horrified ˹to the point of death˺,[1] except those Allah wills ˹to spare˺. And all will come before Him, fully humbled.
[1] The Trumpet will be blown at two different occasions, signalling the beginning of Judgment Day. The first blow will cause all creation to die, except whoever Allah spares, and the second one will cause them to be raised from the dead.
27:88
Now you see the mountains, thinking they are firmly fixed, but they are travelling ˹just˺ like clouds. ˹That is˺ the design of Allah, Who has perfected everything. Surely He is All-Aware of what you do.
27:89
Whoever comes with a good deed will be rewarded with what is better, and they will be secure from the horror on that Day.
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And whoever comes with an evil deed will be hurled face-first into the Fire. Are you rewarded except for what you used to do?
27:91
Say, ˹O Prophet,˺ “I have only been commanded to worship the Lord of this city ˹of Mecca˺, Who has made it sacred, and to Him belongs everything. And I am commanded to be one of those who ˹fully˺ submit ˹to Him˺,
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and to recite the Quran.” Then whoever chooses to be guided, it is only for their own good. But whoever chooses to stray, say, ˹O Prophet,˺ “I am only a warner.”
27:93
And say, “All praise is for Allah! He will show you His signs, and you will recognize them. And your Lord is never unaware of what you do.”
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almaqead · 1 year ago
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"The Thin Cows." From Surah 12, Yusuf.
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The Quran begins and ends with dalliances about safety for the human race. The planet is already hospitable to us, but it is hardly safe. The whole point of studying religion is to create a demilitarized zone in which people can pursue their lives. The whole point of the Vashti Emperor, one just like Joseph of Israel is to create a level plane in which offerings to God can be made by all persons, a place where the "wild waters converge, a firm foundation a nation can sit on."
But somehow in spite of all beautiful language, arguments both in legal terms and scripture, the human race has, as of today, not expunged Donald Trump, the Republican Party, or sent Vladimir Putin and Xi Ping to prison for War Crimes and weapons and munitions rolling of the assembly lines like a raver boy from Connecticut.
The Quran says this is all sin and wickedness and all of us are going to pay a high price for disobeying Allah who forbidden fighting, corruption, refugees, and waste. It is not enough to be amazed at the Quran or believe in Allah, none of that matters if we do not trust the Prophet and undo the damage our complacency with sin and wickedness has caused.
Those men have to be arrested and put on trial, their ability to harm this place has to be stopped. The ability to recognize the needs for this and act upon it and return Zakah to the world is not optional.
Someone tell the Russian Cabinet, the White House and the NATO Commander to put those assholes on a plane for Sweden right fucking now and give the world the chance to be happy for which it was made. Your time is up. There is no need to consult on this further, just do it. Our cities are lying in dust, are under fire or under water and already, we cannot help everyone who needs it:
12: 42-49:
Then he said to the one he knew would survive, “Mention me in the presence of your master.1” But Satan made him forget to mention Joseph to his master, so he remained in prison for several years.
And ˹one day˺ the King1 said, “I dreamt of seven fat cows eaten up by seven skinny ones; and seven green ears of grain and ˹seven˺ others dry. O  chiefs! Tell me the meaning of my dream if you can interpret dreams.”
They replied, “These are confused visions and we do not know the interpretation of such dreams.”
˹Finally,˺ the surviving ex-prisoner remembered ˹Joseph˺ after a long time and said, “I will tell you its interpretation, so send me forth ˹to Joseph˺.”
˹He said,˺ “Joseph, O  man of truth! Interpret for us ˹the dream of˺ seven fat cows eaten up by seven skinny ones; and seven green ears of grain and ˹seven˺ others dry, so that I may return to the people and let them know.”
Joseph replied, “You will plant ˹grain˺ for seven consecutive years, leaving in the ear whatever you will harvest, except for the little you will eat.
Then after that will come seven years of great hardship which will consume whatever you have saved, except the little you will store ˹for seed˺.
Then after that will come a year in which people will receive abundant rain and they will press ˹oil and wine˺.”
Commentary:
The Seven Deadly Cows are the Seven Days of Creation undergoing devolution because of the corruption of mankind. Corruption is the dream of an ex-prisoner, one who has spent his time doing time instead of reading the Torah. He did not leave Egypt when he was supposed to, he is illiterate and his ideas about life in Israel are warped.
From Vayeshev: Joseph Interprets Pharaoh's Dreams:
41 After two whole years, Pharaoh dreamed that he was standing by the Nile, 
2 and behold, there came up out of the Nile seven cows, attractive and plump, and they fed in the reed grass. 
3 And behold, seven other cows, ugly and thin, came up out of the Nile after them, and stood by the other cows on the bank of the Nile. 
4 And the ugly, thin cows ate up the seven attractive, plump cows. And Pharaoh awoke.
 5 And he fell asleep and dreamed a second time. And behold, seven ears of grain, plump and good, were growing on one stalk. 
6 And behold, after them sprouted seven ears, thin and blighted by the east wind. 
7 And the thin ears swallowed up the seven plump, full ears. And Pharaoh awoke, and behold, it was a dream. 
8 So in the morning his spirit was troubled, and he sent and called for all the magicians of Egypt and all its wise men. Pharaoh told them his dreams, but there was none who could interpret them to Pharaoh.
Two dreams by two of seven by seven. The first two Decrees must be be the two dreams and two years. What happens in these? Seven good days and the seven bad days. What happens if we reverse the seven days?
Let's find out.
7. the Sabbath- prosperity.
6. Civilization- men and animals in agricultural relationships.
5. Untamed wilderness.
4. Cosmic Principals.
3. The elements.
2. Atmosphere.
Light.
0. Darkness.
As prosperity dwindles in a blight of ignorance, men, the animals, the land, the atmosphere, light darkness, civilization and anarchy will begin to trade places.
All because the Dream, of One God of Israel whose name and power are not shared, has been lost.
Why does this happen? the Cupbearer who forgot the dream, realization of One God by all the people when he served his wine to the Pharaoh.
Then he remembered it and the two compared notes...And what does the Torah say about dreams- they can't be forgotten, they must be eschewed into the world.
Thin cows like Donald Trump, Vladimir Putin and Kung Pao Panda who is helping the former invade Ukraine get involved with raping the planet because they think they have nothing better to do and they are wrong. Anyone who helps them is wrong. Nothing these people think or do is right. They are supposed to be our prisoners, not the other way around.
So the Quran says the only way to win our lives back is to put the thin cows in our life either in jail or underground and follow the Course. They have never done right by the human race and have no intentions of doing so. We have no more choices.
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meganmackieauthor · 1 year ago
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I Can't Get the Vampire Rogue to Romance Me - Ch 11
The rest of the morning unfolded like a normal camping experience would for Evangeline. Food was made, bedrolls rerolled, and these relative strangers all gathered around the cookfire to eat in tense, thoughtful silence. 
Finally, when it became unbearable, Hagor spoke up first. “So, um, what does everyone think we should do now?” he asked. 
All five companions looked at each other, snapping out of their private revere’s. 
“Well, I don’t know about you lot, but I think our first order of business would be to get these damn collars off,” Valerian said haughtily, the only one not eating anything, leaning against a tree hiding in its shade from the circle of light the rest sat in. 
“I have business deeper in this forest for sure, so yes, getting out of these collars would be helpful,” Hagor agreed. 
“We’re headed—”
“We have business in the North,” Sigismund interjected, cutting of Artmond, who looked a bit sullen, but didn’t argue, only sulked like a sad puppy.
“And I have my own mission,” Valerian agreed. 
“Which is…?” Sigismund prompted.
“None of your business,” the rogue completed smoothly with his signature grin. “And how about you … the lesser rogue?”
Evangeline blinked as she realized, she had heard all this dialogue before. These were all lines from the game. She had just never heard them exchanged with anyone other than the main character before, but of course that wouldn’t make sense in a real-life scenario. They would talk to each other, not just the player. 
“Evangeline? You alright?” Hagor asked, tapping her shoulder lightly. 
Everyone was staring at her. “Oh, yeah, I mean. I think we… I think…” She had no idea. She knew she should have an answer for what they should do yet, but it was hard to think about what it could be. This difficulty in remembering was just like how she had been last night…
“Um, one second, everyone,” she said and called up her character table. She eyed her special skill, and the six tics behind it. “I can do this thing… it could tell us which way we should go if I do it…”
“Can it tell us how to get these collars off?” Sigismund asked.
“Not… directly, but… it might help us go in the right direction to find a way to do it?” Evangeline offered. 
They all looked at each other confused.
“Look, it’s a special skill I have. I just need to activate it,” Evangeline continued to hesitate. She sounded so awkward.
“Well, go for it. It’s worth a try,” Hagor encouraged. 
Letting out a breath, she focused on her skill line. “Meta.”
There were no lights or sounds to indicate it worked. A tic simply disappeared from her table, and Evangeline remembered. 
“Oh, okay. We should head to the local village.”
“The village? What village?” Sigismund asked, furrowing her brows deeper. 
“Oh, yeah, there is a tollhouse in a village not too far down the road from here,” Artmond chimed in. “I’ve passed through it before. There should be a blacksmith there to help with the horses. Maybe we can chisel these off?”
“I highly doubt a regular chisel can cut through magic collars,” Valerian noted. 
“But the blacksmith will know something about these collars and how to break them. We need to find this blacksmith,” Evangeline said confidently. 
Valerian wrinkled his nose at her. “He may or he may not—” 
 “He will,” she insisted, arching an eyebrow at him in challenge. Even if the dialogue was still out of order, this was still a game. Somehow, knowing that fact for sure infused Evangeline with a level of confidence she didn’t have any longer in the real world. She knew challenging Valerian now wasn’t going to have much of an impact on her ability to romance him later. 
“Wow, Evangeline,” Artmond said with so much genuine earnestness that she couldn’t help but take him sincerely. “Are you a prophet or something?”
“I… no… I don’t think I am officially, anyway,” Evangeline said, doing everything in the world to avoid Valerian’s prying eyes. 
“Maybe we need to have been seen by a priest [LM1] or something?” Artmond asked, directing his question to Sigismund. 
“It’s none of our business,” she rebuked, putting her fingers over his mouth as if that would shut him up. 
Artmond didn’t take the hint. “Though she is right. Going to the local village would allow a chance to get some supplies and some news as well,” he added. 
“You need money for that sort of thing, and I haven’t got a drop of coin on me,” Valerian pointed out. “Not that it will be a problem for someone of my skills.”
“Oh, it’s fine. I can just withdraw some funds from…” Artmond started to say, then Sigismund slammed her elbow so hard into his side, it sent him into a coughing fit. 
“I think it best we just get to the village and then we all take care of our own business,” Sigismund said primly as if she hadn’t just assaulted her partner. 
“Does your ‘not prophetic’ prophecy power tell you [LM2] which way to go?” Valerian asked.
“Yes, actually,” Evangeline had to say. 
“Ooo. Lucky us. Maybe we should start a gambling racket. Rake in some coin.” Valerian pushed off the tree and sauntered toward the entrance of the sanctuary. “No time like the present, right?”
“I, for one, am glad we have some sort of direction to go. This has already been a bit of a crazy adventure,” Hagor said, clapping a hand on Evangeline’s shoulder and giving it a little friendly squeeze.
She smiled at him and sighed. “I’m glad I could contribute.”
“Oh here,” he said, passing her a small token the size of her thumb. She blinked at it, recognizing the emblem from the game. “I only had time to carve two of these, but I think you should have one.” He held his up, palming it into his meaty fist. “Just think of the camp, and the door to this place will appear.”
“How… how is that possible?” she marveled. 
Hagor’s cheeks pinked with a mix of pride and shyness. “This is my Special Ability. I thought it only fair to share mine with you since you had to reveal yours to us.”
Though she understood the practicality of what he was giving her, Evangeline couldn’t help but feel a little bit like she was being given a copy of his apartment keys. 
Does your prophetic prophecy power not tell you which way to go? 
Or is the power called “not prophetic prophecy” power? 
I am thinking that you mean the “not” to be moved, but I didn’t want to just assume. 
To be continued...
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asma-al-husna · 6 months ago
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Allah calls Himself Al-Malik— The King and Owner of Dominion— on five occasions in the Quran. He is the King, the owner and ruler of the whole creation. Al-Malik gives authority to whomever He wants in this world, and He has supreme authority and is ruled by no one!
The King, the Ruler, the Owner of Dominion
Malik, Maalik and Maleek all come from the root maa-laa-kaa, which points to three main meanings. The first main meaning is to have possession and ownership. The second is to have power and ability and the third main meaning is to control and have authority.
This root appears 206 times in the Quran in ten derived forms. Examples of these forms are malakat (“possess”), mulku (“dominion”) and al-malaa’ikatu (“the angels)”.
Linguistically malik refers to the attribute of mulk; which points to power and ability: They do not possess ability. [Quran 13:16] Mulk also means possession and ownership: To Him belongs the Ownership of the heavens and earth [Quran 2:107] as well as control and authority: O my people, sovereignty is yours today, [your being] dominant in the land. But who would protect us from the punishment of Allah if it came to us? [Quran 40:29] Al-Malik is simultaneously the Ultimate King, Ruler, and Owner of all beings.
Al-Malik Himself says: So high [above all] is Allah, the Sovereign, the Truth . . . [Quran, 20:114] Whatever is in the heavens and whatever is on the earth is exalting Allah , the Sovereign, the Pure, the Exalted in Might, the Wise . . . [Quran, 62:1] The Sovereign of mankind . . . [Quran, 114:2]
A breathtaking scene with the King
Describing an amazing and humbling moment on the Day of Judgment, the Prophet salallahu ‘alayhi wa sallam said: Allah will grasp the earth and fold up the heavens with His Right Hand and proclaim, I Am the King! Where are the kings of the earth? Where are the tyrants? Where are the arrogant? [Al-Bukharee, Muslim] No one will speak and the kings and rulers of this world will be left with none of their “power.”
How can you live by this name?
1. Stay within the limits of Al-Malik.
Would you drive 60 mph while in a 30 mph zone when you know a camera is ready to record you and fine you accordingly? In your daily life keep reminding yourself to remain within the bounds set by Allah, al-Malik, your King, and imagine both His punishment and reward.
2. Don’t use the name Al-Malik.
The Prophet salallahu ‘alayhi wa sallam also said: The most despicable name to Allah is a person who calls himself the king of kings, while there are no owners except Allah [Al-Bukharee, Muslim]. The name Al-Malik belongs to Allah ‘azza wa jall only.
3. Be patient and be a king in the Hereafter.
The real sovereignty in this world for you is to strive for self-control. Don’t be a slave of money, fashion, or desire, but suppress your desires and constantly strive against the whims of your ego to please Al-Malik. As is beautifully quoted: Desire can turn kings into slaves and patience can turn slaves into kings! Recognize His ways of bestowing kingship: Say, O Allah, Possessor of sovereignty, You give kingdom to whom You will and take it away from whom You will. In Your hand is [all] good. Indeed, You are over all things competent! [Quran, 3:26] So be patient in times of hardship and in striving to stay away from what is forbidden by Al-Malik and He will give you an eternal kingdom in the Hereafter in-sha-Allah.
4. Ask Al-Malik.
Whenever you feel disheartened tell yourself Allah ‘azza wa jall is your Malik and you are part of His Kingdom. He does whatever He wants [Quran 36:82] and when something “bad” happens to you, know this is from His wisdom and that no matter how impossible your situation or ambitions seem, you can always ask Him only for a way out. Nothing is impossible for Al-Malik.
5. Be just.
All kings and owners, just or unjust, are low compared to Al-Malik. You are responsible for whatever you have authority over, and you will be accountable for it. In reality you don’t own anything; it all belongs to Al-Malik. So be just to your spouses, children, and even animals, and remind yourself that you will be dealt with by the King on the Day of Judgement.
6. Humble yourself in heart and body.
Never be arrogant, and keep reminding yourself that you are an ‘abd (slave) of Al-Malik, no matter how rich or self-sufficient you might feel. Al-Malik reminds you of what your priority in your daily-life should be: Then High above all be Allah, the True King. [Quran 20:114] Be humble in your heart but also in your speech and appearance. Using foul language, speaking poorly of others, or having an arrogant body posture are not features of a believer who humbles himself or herself for Al-Malik— He sees you 24/7.
7. Praise Al-Malik.
The Prophet salallahu ‘alayhi wa sallam said, whoever says: la ilaha il Allahu waHadu, la shareeka lahu, lahul Mulk, wa lahul Hamdu, wa huwa ‘alaa kuli shayyin Qadeer -None has the right to be worshipped except Allah, alone, without partner, to Him belongs all sovereignty and praise, and He is over all things omnipotent- 100 times he will receive the reward of freeing ten slaves,one hundred hasanaat will be written for him and one hundred misdeeds will be washed away. He will be shielded from shaytan until the evening. No one will be able to present anything better than this except for someone who recited more than this. [Al-Bukharee, Muslim] The Prophet also used to say immediately following the witr prayer: Subhaan al-Malik al-Quddoos (Glory is to the King, the Holy) three times, and raising and extending his voice on the third time and then saying: Rabbil-malaa’ikati warroohi ( Lord of the angels and the spirit) [An-Nasaa’i].
O Allah, Al-Malik, we know that You are our only King and Owner. Help us in following Your commands and in being Your righteous slaves, and adorn us with patience and humility. Guide us in being just in all our daily affairs, and admit us to Your Kingdom of Paradise, ameen!
And Allah knows best.
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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 4 years ago
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What would happen if you were sent back and ended up in the orphanage with Tom Riddle—and say you also had magic?
Oh boy.
Well, there's a lot to question here. Judging by the... spirit of this ask, I presume I'm... pretty much reincarnated. I'm in the orphanage, I'm much younger than I am now and a child, I'm pre-Hogwarts age, and I retain my current knowledge.
For the purpose of this ask I suppose I also retain my current mental faculties. Despite being in the body of an eight-year-old, I'm not The Carnivorous Muffin at eight.
Welp, there's a lot to consider here.
First, I probably don't realize I'm in Harry Potter for quite some time and instead assume I've been reincarnated to some parallel universe. It's the 1930's, I'm in England in the depression, WWI has occurred and the vast majority of major historical events I know about seem to have happened in the right order, and this Earth is eerily similar to the Earth I left behind.
Strange that I appear to remember everything of my past life with my adult mental abilities, but alright universe, I guess that's how we're going to play this.
What I do know is that I'm dirt poor, presumably still a woman which does not bode well for my career prospects, and if I want any prospects in life period I'm going to have to fight tooth and nail for it. It'd be great if I got adopted to help with this, and might be nice to have people in my life who love me, but there's a lot of orphans in the world and a lot of orphans who are much less weird than I am.
The orphanage is the orphanage and not great, Mrs. Cole is overworked, the orphanage is chronically understaffed, and the kids are running wild beating the shit out of each other.
Being a girl, I probably don't have to worry about getting the shit kicked out of me quite as much, but I still probably try to keep my head down and don't aggravate the particularly beefy looking orphans.
Yes, there's some very angry gremlin named Tom Riddle around who will shove you down the stairs in retribution, but that's just a weird coincidence. And then supernatural shit starts happening. Billy's rabbit hangs itself, people get injuries when Tom is nowhere near them, and I start wondering if this is really the Tom Riddle.
I'm in Wool's Orphanage, my matron is Mrs. Cole, Tom Riddle is running around lighting things on fire. It's possible, though it could all be a strange coincidence.
Now, how things go from here depends on how controlled my own magic is. Since accidental magic typically does manifest at least once or twice, it probably does manifest for me for.. something. If Tom Riddle's there to witness it then...
Well, I imagine he's very offended. Here he was, special, different, better than everyone else, and then some girl in the orphanage (who dares to get very good grades on her assignments in school) has it too.
And I just stand there, smiling, going "Tee hee".
He probably confronts me to prove that he's better at it than I am, and he probably is unless the universe hates both him and me, but having someone else with the Shining around probably prompts him to take me as his protégé (in part so he can show off and in part because he's genuinely excited to be able to share this super cool talent).
I am now apprentice to eight-year-old Tom Riddle. Whoop de doo.
Well, I don't remember this part of Harry Potter, so now I'm probably confused as to where I am again. Regardless, I try to advise Tom on how to tone it down and not, say, traumatize Amy and Dennis for life and antagonize all the other orphans forever. He probably doesn't take me seriously. What do I know, I can't even light that patch of grass on fire?
Hanging around Tom Riddle gets me a reputation to, given the difference in genders, probably a fairly nasty one at that. When Dumbledore arrives he's undoubtedly told hot gossip about how eleven-year-old Tom and I have had sex in a ritual to summon Satan. Dumbledore takes this seriously.
Dumbledore probably meets us both at the same time and it's a disaster. I tried my best to prep Tom without revealing I'm a prophet, Tom first doesn't believe there might not be others, then doesn't believe they would be antagonist/anything but amazed by how awesome he is.
Well, Dumbledore lights his wardrobe on fire while I sit there. Dying inside. Dumbledore probably also does something to me too, to teach me some kind of lesson about something.
I imagine he temporarily disfigures me/makes me appear very ugly, then sticks a mirror to the wall, that way I realize that looks aren’t everything/being a whore is wrong. Tom, still traumatized over the wardrobe, is no help and my magic’s probably not controlled enough to do a thing about it.
I spend a day looking like a pig, Tom and I are given just enough money to buy new wands and second hand/barely functioning everything else and given the world’s worst directions to Diagon Alley. Thanks, Albus.
Well, months pass, we get our wands, Tom gets excited for Hogwarts and I... start seriously considering the future. WWII is coming, the Blitz is coming, Tom and I live in east London and must be able to evacuate during the bombing of London (which went on well past the Blitz to the end of the war). I also start considering my future in the wizarding world. Do I now actually have career prospects?
Probably not because I’m muggle born and a woman. My best bet is doing very well in useful subjects and finding employment with the goblins, I can’t imagine they have the same hang ups as the wizarding world.
Tom wants to go to Slytherin, of course, I tell him this is a bad idea. “Gee Tom,” I say, “Not sure how I know this but I have this feeling that Slytherin is filled with people who loathe our very existence and will shank us. Why don’t we pick Ravenclaw or Gryffindor instead?”
No one shanks Tom Riddle! Tom says. Tom is still eleven and while he admits that sometimes I may, in retrospect, have been right about certain things that doesn’t mean he wants to go to the house known for hard work. That’s code word for everyone there being a moron and having no other redeeming features than tenacity. As for the other two, Ravenclaws sound like smug, elitist, nerds and Gryffindors like dumb jocks.
Better to be known for ambition, cunning, and actually being competent.
Well, there’s no talking him out of this one, and goddamn it we’re all each other has.
I’m the closest thing Tom Riddle has ever had to a friend in all these years and in the orphanage the only one who could hold a decent conversation with him. And while it’s not my moral obligation to keep Tom from becoming a domestic terrorist, and there’s no guarantee I even can, dumping him for one of the other houses and drifting apart won’t help.
Not to mention that, after all these years, I’m undoubtedly lonely, I’m in this foreign land, and he’s now the closest thing to a friend I have.
Looks like I’m going to Slytherin, YOOOOOLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOO! I shout as a battle cry as tears run down my face. I may have to convince the hat to put me in Slytherin, but like all human beings I am a mixture of many qualities. I’m not cunning in the least, mind games exhaust me unutterably, but I’m full of ambition. 
This confirms every bad opinion Dumbledore had regarding me and Tom.
For the next several months, Tom probably beats the shit out of dormmates who steal his things/harass him. He beats up mine too because feminism (TM) means that he should treat all people equally when guilty of the same crime. I... am not sure I can win that fight so I just resign myself to having to adopt some of Tom’s tactics to make sure I’m not shoved in lockers, have tampons thrown at me, or pig’s blood dumped on me at the prom.
Once again, everyone thinks Tom Riddle and I are dating. I don’t even know if they’re wrong at this point.
Well, being in class with eleven year olds who seem to have had little to no prior education, Tom and I are undoubtedly blazing through class. I imagine I’m bored out of my mind (the Hogwarts curriculum sounds unbelievably boring) and Tom is... well, probably devouring the library but probably also bored. I decide to try and see if I can find some real history texts on this world (there are probably none, the wizarding world seems to only have two historians and both... have a different approach to history than current modern thought as I know it) and discover what magic even is. That shit is fascinating: wingardium leviosa is not.
Dumbledore likely gives neither me nor Tom points in class, I think the house cup is stupid, so I really don’t care. I have no interest in playing quidditch, neither does Tom, so that doesn’t happen.
The second world war starts up, Tom, me, and the muggle borns are the only ones who give a flying fuck. I work harder on figuring out how to get lodging during the Blitz/the bombing of London. Unfortunately, Mrs. Cole hates me too for being the Bride of Satan, so that’s a no go. Third year, 1939, I probably write her in earnest anyway telling her to PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, send Tom and I instructions for the summer/where the orphans are staying/how they’ve been dispersed to the countryside. As a back up plan, I try desperately to shmooze shopkeepers in Hogsmeade during every Hogsmeade weekend to get myself and Tom part time jobs and lodging over the summer. As a back up back up plan, I spend my time badgering Tom to become very good at survivalist wandless magic and if the Lord has pity on me gain some ability in it myself.
Hopefully, either Mrs. Cole or one of the Hogsmeade shop owners take pity on us. If not, then Tom and I are going extreme camping. Given Mrs. Cole (and the brain damage brought on by Dumbledore erasing memories left and right) and the likelihood of Hogsmeade shop owners just not getting it, Tom and I probably go extreme camping.
(Tom, meanwhile, asks Dippet and Dumbledore if we can stay in Hogwarts over the summer. He’s told no exceptions. London’s being bombed, you say? No exceptions. Toodles. Tom is never the same.)
Me, Tom Riddle, a tent we made ourselves, several rabbits we had to catch and skin ourselves, and the pitiful fire that we can keep going through pure will alone because if we try to use real people spells then we’ll get arrested. It has the benefit of making Tom feel very manly and impressive, catching his own food, but both of us are well aware that this sucks.
But hey, we aren’t dead.
Well, I’m sure Tom doesn’t appreciate that and this is where I imagine he seriously starts talking about violent revolution. I imagine much of my time is spent discussing the merits of not violently overthrowing our ant overlords. I imagine a thirteen-year-old Tom isn’t impressed by my pacifism, but he’s not married to Voldemort yet (probably).
Then I imagine the horcrux thing comes up and... Well, I will argue hard against it. Humans die, it is a truth of the universe, and simply something we have to accept. Horcruxes are not a measure against that, they can be destroyed, given infinite time they will be, and the sacrifice they require is too high: human life as well as the very essence of who you are.
What is a soul? I’m not sure, we never really learn in HP canon, but whatever it is, it is in some way the essence of yourself. If you take half of it and throw it somewhere else, you will cease to be you, someone or something else is walking around in your body while the other half of you exists in endless agony.
If you must chase immortality, create a philosopher’s stone (as I darkly wonder why it was that couldn’t be replicated and what Flamel had to do to make it in the first place). On second thought, maybe we should search for the Holy Grail.
Whether I can talk Tom out of this or not is... unclear. I’m going to say that I can, in part because I imagine he’ll want to show the chamber off to me, tell me when he realizes he’s Heir of Slytherin, and in doing so I can prevent the basilisk incident from occurring. Without that, there’s no dead Myrtle, which means no first victim. That summer, when he goes to the Gaunts, I’ll go with him and convince him that it’s not worth it. He can just turn around and leave these people alone, I hopefully can talk him down. Which means no second victim.
I start writing Flamel to see if Tom or I can get an apprenticeship (Dumbledore probably beats us to the chase and poisons him against us, but it’s worth a shot).
Then, should all go well, I can convince Tom to find employment with the goblins rather than shady antique dealers on the bad side of town. Hopefully, I can convince him to never become Voldemort, and instead we travel the world together looking for the origins of magic or something.
Dumbledore goes around taking people’s memories of us in preparation for when Tom becomes a dark lord and I his lady of the night darkness.
TL;DR Apparently my life would become an SI/Tom Riddle fic. So, thanks anon.
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thvndersnow · 2 years ago
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@ahkein says ;;
"I have seen your death." The 'prophet' of the Future War Cult. His ability to remark on future events was second-to-none, it seemed, earning him the admiration and scorn of many; the former within his faction, the latter apparently everyone else.
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"Unless you wish to be shot to death by your own gun, I suggest you take care in this coming operation. It would be an utter tragedy to lose you. The Hunters cannot afford to lose you, Cayde-6." Not that Nordic-1 even once considered himself one of Cayde-6's hunters, no. No, Nordic-1 didn't even consider himself a Guardian, so whether Cayde-6 took heed of his warning or simply did as he'd done before was not of great concern to him. Nonetheless, never let it be said that he didn't try.
nordic-1. cayde didn't know how to feel about the so-called prophet, even with the other exo's track record -- but he can't deny the chill that goes down his spinal strut at the tone in his voice, at the very words he says. no one's supposed to know anything about any operation. no one except petra and firecracker, at least, and neither of them would snitch. well, unless julia was pressed. the woman cracks easy under the slightest bit of pressure, but cayde was sure no one would have had reason to press her.
"you know, saying stuff like that to a vanguard could get you put on a watchlist," cayde quips without missing a beat, even with the unease that squeezes his fuel pump. "not to mention, uh... i don't exactly leave the city that often.
"...but sure. sure, yeah. i'll watch my six."
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andmaybegayer · 3 years ago
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Last Monday of the Week 2022-09-26
Putting the Reading section at the end because it's Nona the Ninth discussion hour if you want to skip that.
Listening: I've had Friends At The Table in my podcast rotation these past few weeks. I asked noted blogger and Tuesdaypost Originator girlfriendsofthegalaxy for a good start point so I've been in the Partizan arc, which is a Beamsaber game.
I like stylistically constrained game systems, I think they help keep everyone on the same page for how the game is meant to go and what the stakes are. Forged in the Dark provides the tools to do this well, so do Powered by the Apocalypse games.
At some point I'll go back and listen to their session Zero to learn more setting stuff but I love factions in TTRPG design. They're a great way to establish tensions and conflicts without having to deal with personal grudges too much, which are good but can sometimes be too easy to solve in the realm of stabbing someone with a sword. Guilds and polities function well as hard-to-kill machines made up of many individuals.
I've just got to the part where the Rapid Evening extract the Prophet and Clementine gets her Obsessed scar, which is a turning point for her character. I am having a hard time keeping characters straight in my head all the time but they're distinctive enough that I'm usually fine. The other half of the story has more distinctive characters I think? I like the separate halves for different reasons.
Watching: Death on the Nile, the second of the new Poirot movies. The mystery in Death on the Nile is kind of just annoying but if you ignore that the actual movie is gorgeously done, lots of big moving scenes with lots happening.
Playing: Hades! I bounced off Hades after I got my first full clear, I succeeded and then remembered oh wait it's a roguelight, I gotta do that dozens of times to build up the necessary resource to finish the story and romance the NPC's and whatever.
This time I'm approaching combat more as an engine building exercise and it's more enjoyable, I was treating it too much like other Supergiant games which are a) very narrative-forward and b) usually based on figuring out the quirks of a predictable mechanistic weapon and ability selection. Still haven't made a full clear but I only did like four runs, I'm still getting back into the controls and patterns. Got all the way to the final boss twice though.
Making: More quilting, ever onward. Cut a ton more fabric so we can keep going without stopping for a while.
Reading: Finished Nona the Ninth.
A lot of the sci-fi I've been reading does the thing where it takes literally half or more of the book to get to the first major inciting incident. The Left Hand of Darkness did this. The Diamond Age kind of does this although that's just Stephenson. Every single locked tomb book does this. You're like halfway through Gideon when the Fourths get got by Cytherea. You spend most of Harrow fucking around in Jod's magic space house. You are fully halfway through Nona before her secret slips. You meet Kiriona like 65% of the way through the book.
Every character here has intense motivations. Everyone has some existential threat bearing down on them and yet none of them are in an active war zone. Everyone is hanging out under the intense gaze of a resurrection beast and trying to decide which groceries to buy. There's a war going on but because we're with Nona, we never see it up close. I don't know if we're going to see the Cohort at work in Alecto, but maybe you don't really need to see them in the first place, you know what smiling imperialism looks like.
Kiriona and Ianthe work well together. They're damaged products of the empire that still feel like they need to be loyal to it. Gideon is way less friendly when you aren't inside her head, she's mean and she's content to align herself with power. The perspective change to Nona gives you new eyes on everyone.
There's so many gender and identity games being played and because Nona doesn't know who anyone is she passed that on to you. It's infuriating because you're meeting familiar characters and you can't quite figure out who they are because we keep talking about Crown.
Nona is good because she's not an asshole. She's a child, she's a little impulsive, but she likes and trusts Cam and Pal and Pyrrha which is even funnier when you know what she looks like.
It's impressive how easily it managed to make Jod a hugely sympathetic character. Yes he's still an asshole but you'd also be an asshole if you were just some guy who got the key to unlimited power only to use it too late to actually achieve the one thing you cared about but just in time to destroy the thing you wanted to protect.
Cam and Pal's arc is brutal. They've always been tightly linked but it's clear that they go far beyond the other Necromancer and Cav pairs. It looks like they flipped the script but in the end Cam is still sacrificing herself even if what comes out of it looks like her.
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hello-im-not-a-possum · 4 years ago
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8. mystery
Mysteries at their very core are questions we have and are not answered. Questions that relentlessly itch at the back of one’s mind that cannot be scratched no matter how hard we search for them. While Inkwell ‘Inky’ or ‘the Ink Demon’ Drew never thought twice about his prophet’s oddities when he was his servant, he sure as hell was bothered by them when the masked maestro became his foe. (Set in FIFE au, timeline intentionally kept vague for spoiler reasons.)
“AAAAURRRRGHH!!”
The Ink demon screamed his head off out of frustration, ripping up false leads and throwing the confetti-fied papers into the air, bathing himself in a shower of failures and frustration. He then slammed a small, ink stained toy Bendy meant to represent Sammy down on a map of the united states, a long with an inkwell with a custom topper (shaped like his own face and body, as it was meant to represent him), A mud-stained Alice Angel doll with the halo ripped off (Allison’s rep), and a one-armed Boris toy (Tom).
He then slammed his fists over the map and plush toys over and over again instead of working on making strategies, not that anyone could blame him knowing that the former prophet had grown skilled in the arts of bullshitting his way out of situations by bullshitting himself into other situation.
“HOW IS HE- err... HOW IS IT DOING THIS?!” He buried his face in his now perfectly matched cartoon hands. “Sure, it had the lead at first, that was a given because nobody even knew it was gone until it was too late, But now?! SERIOUSLY?! HOW IS THAT STUPID EX-PROPHET OF MINE EVADING AND OUTSMARTING US AT EVERY TWIST AND TURN POSSIBLE?! HOW IS HE RUNNING CIRCLES AROUND US AND EVEN TAKING THE TIME TO TAUNT US?! IT’S A MENTALLY UNSTABLE MASKED MUSICIAN WHO’S OBSESSED WITH SHEEP FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! I THOUGHT THAT THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE EASY!”
Henry, clearly woken up by the Ink Demon’s very loud shit talking his ex and wallowing in despair, wandered into the kitchen that Inky temporarily turned into his base of operation. The animator, still not awake enough to deal with this, fixed himself and the Ink demon up some midnight snacks (well, closer to 2 am snacks, but who would stop them, night snack cops?)
As the man sat down at the table, the demon leaned against him.
“Heeeeeeeeenrrrrrryyyyyyy... You’re a smart cookie and you’ve probably befriended it in several timelines. How do I get it baaaaaaaaack..?”
“The ink machine? I don’t know, guess it’s up to keeping your eyes on the news peeled and getting lucky. Sammy? Well, I don’t think you can, Inky.” Henry stated as he bit into a bologna and spray cheese sandwich. “One of the less fun parts of redemption is having to accept that not everyone can or will forgive you, especially when you’ve hurt them deeply enough and the wound’s still fresh on their end. I don’t think that Sammy’s ever going to want to see you again, unless it’s to beat you to a pulp.”
“PffftHAHAHHA! Do... do you think I cry myself to sleep over Sammy leaving me or something? That I actually MISS him?”
Henry stared at the demon blankly and raised an eyebrow of disbelief while the ink Demon’s jack-o-lantern like smile wavered.
“...Do you really think I do that?”
“Well, for someone who’s ‘completely over it and never liked it in the first place.’, you’re the most invested out of any of us in bringing him back here.  And this isn’t the first time you’ve woken me up over Sammy, it’s just the first time you haven’t been woken the house up by flooding the house with the sheer force of your eyes alone.”
The Ink demon made an embarrassed face and cleared his throat, trying to brush it off.
“Well no, I’m not looking for reconciliation between us or anything, I mean, how do I bring it back here so that it doesn’t either accidentally or intentionally use its weird abilities to &%#@ the world over?”
“I... still don’t know that pal.” Henry took another bite. “Sammy might not think like a normal person does, but it’s actually pretty smart and fast on its feet, and As the prophet, it seems to be great at finding abstract solutions to problems. I’d hate to sound like a defeatist, but it seems like the best thing to do is prepare for the worst and hope for the best.”
“BUT HE NEVER WAS THIS COMPETENT BACK IN THE LOOPS!”
“We aren’t in the loops anymore, Inkwell.” Henry sighed. “None of us are bound to scripts written by someone who hated our guts.”
“Okay fine. But how does this explain the teleporting?”
“...The what?”
“Teleporting! I brushed it off back in the loops but he’s doing it more and more and I’m getting really annoyed. I gave it SOME perks that only come with being my prophet, but not TELEPORTING, I’m not an idiot. And I’m like, 58-93 percent sure Joey didn’t do it either..? On one hand: he’d TOTALLY give Sammy teleporting powers JUST to peeve me off. On the other hand: WHY WOULD HE HAND GIFT SAMMY THE ABILITY TO FREELY WALK OUT OF THE LOOP WHENEVER IT %&#@ING WANTED?!”
The Ink Demon snatched a sandwich off the pile and angrily bit into it. Meanwhile behind the both of them, a dark robed figure wearing a featureless white mask wandered into the kitchen.
“I want to stay mad, but this is a really good sandwich.”
“Thank you.”
The figure looked through the pantry before pulling out a package of cookies with a sticky note written in Welsh on it. 
“Good evening freed bellwether, and decent enough evening to you, false shepherd.”
“Good Evening Sleep Paralysis demon that whispers of singing the song that rebirths the universe at the foot of my bed.” Henry deadpanned.
“G’Evening masked stranger who somehow teleported into our house and has a voice and mannerisms that are suspiciously identical to my missing ex-prophet.”
The cloaked figure sat down at the table with them and passed its sleeve over the cookie package while whispering something neither of them could make out, this apparently broke a magic seal on the cookies that neither of them knew about.
The Ink demon wordlessly offered a sandwich to the figure, who hesitantly accepted it and gave a few cream and cookie sandwiches in return.
For a handful of minutes, the trio ate their food in silence until the dots in the Ink Demon’s brain connected.
“Hey wait a *$@#ing minute... SAMMY LAWRENCE?!”
“...Oh Shit.”
“Inky...” Henry grabbed onto the Ink Demon’s elbow. “Before you do anything ask yourself if 
The figure froze for several tense seconds, slowly closed up the cookie package, hid it in its robes, raised the sandwich to his face as if taking a bite out of it when the mask covered its entire face and had no hole in it for it to eat out of, and it BOLTED with the sandwich stuck on where its mouth would be.
“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL THIS TIME?!” The Ink demon shouted after as he gave chase. “WHY IS YOUR SKIN BROWN?! WHY DO YOU EVEN HAVE SKIN?! WHERE’D YOU STICK THE INK MACHINE?! HOW DO YOU COME BACK WHEN YOU’RE SUPPOSEDLY LIVING IT UP IN EUROPE?! WHY DO OTHER PEOPLE KNOW YOU WHEN THEY HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH THE STUDIO?! HOW DO YOU EAT WHILE WEARING A FULL FACE MASK WITH NO HOLES IN IT?!”
Not answering any of those questions, the masked figure ran like mad with the full force of the inky typhoon at its heels, the latter tearing through everything behind it and the demon conducting it still shouted questions as he chased his prey.
“HOW THE %*#@ DO YOUR ABILITIES WORK?! WHAT’S WITH ALL THE PLANT $#*! YOU’VE BEEN DOING?! AND WHAT’S WITH ALL THE GREEK AND BIBLICAL MYTHS IN YOUR BASES?! DOES MUSIC EFFECT YOUR MAGICAL ABILITIES OR NOT?! DO YOU EVEN HAVE MAGIC OR ARE YOU JUST REALLY $(@*ING GOOD AT SLIGHT OF HAND STUFF NOW?!”
The pair briefly paused to open the window without breaking it, climbed through, the figure reminded the Ink Demon to close it on the other side, and the pair continued to LEG IT and the Demon continued to shout questions.
“WHY DO YOU EVEN COME BACK WHEN YOU ALWAYS LEAVE WITHOUT EXPLANATION?!”
He shouted to the empty air, completely losing the figure to the outside wilderness and being answered by nothing but the echo of his own question.
“W-why...” The demon slunk down to the grassy floor. “Why does my chest hurt so much when I think about us and how we used to be?”
“I’m pretty sure that feeling is guilt.” Henry offered as he threw a blanket over the disheartened demon’s shoulders.
“YEah..” The demon’s voice cracked with emotion. “ThAT’s probably it...” he sniffled.
“C’mon.” Henry brought the demon back up to his (feet? foot? tail?) brought the demon off the ground. “Let’s go back inside.”
“...Hey Henry?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you think you can answer the other questions I have for Sammy too?”
“Some of them, maybe.”
As the pair walked back to their house, the masked figure let out a sigh of relief.
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color-me-malfoy · 5 years ago
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The Train To Apparent Death
(don’t worry, no one actually dies)
Draco Malfoy x Non-Slytherin Reader
Summary: You’re lucky enough to get a ride with Draco Malfoy on the Hogwarts Express, but madness lies along the way.
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Platform 9¾ was still Platform 9¾.
Just like every other day at the Hogwarts Express, first-years still bidding goodbye to their parents, much older students rushing in to sit with their friends, lots of mothers and fathers asking if they brought their wands, their books, their robes, their everything.
The difference was, there were more words of warning.
“Dear, always stick with someone, Sirius Black is on the loose!”
“Don’t go wandering in the middle of the night or Sirius Black will bite your fingers off!”
“Oh, golly, I’m having second thoughts about it now that Sirius Black could be anywhere!”
You subtly covered your ears as you walked past the crowd of sobbing and waving parents and stepped onboard.
You looked in the windows of each compartment, looking for one that wasn’t too crowded. The first had a bunch of first-years, trying to show off their magic abilities, which were none, thanks for asking. The second had a girl your age reading an upside-down book, talking and singing to herself, which you absolutely did not need.
The third cart had just one sleeping man, his face covered with a newspaper, laying sideways, occupying the entire seat. No thanks, I’ll pass, you scrunched your nose in disgust.
The fourth one was empty, except for a boy on the corner, his face covered by the cover of The Daily Prophet he was reading. You opened the door and walked halfway in with your trunk.
“Could I sit here with you? Everywhere else is full, so-”
Your words got lost in your throat as the boy put the paper down and stared back at you with intimidating grey eyes.
It was Draco Malfoy.
“-or, I could just find someplace else.” Your voice cracked as you spun around to leave. “Have a nice d-”
“No, I suppose I could tolerate just one person for the train ride. Consider yourself lucky. Get in and shut the door.”
Did Draco Malfoy just let you sit with him? For an entire bloody train ride?
“I-” your face heated up. “W-Well… thanks then.”
You slid your trunk under your seat and sat down across him as he turned his attention back to his newspaper.
“Anything from the trolley, dears?” A high-pitched voice made you look up. It was the trolley witch with the sweets trolley, which was your favorite part of the train ride.
“I’ll have two bars of chocolate and a sherbet lemon, thanks.” You paid for the sweets as she handed them to you.
“Do you want anything?” you asked Draco, but he only responded by rolling his eyes and blocking your view of his face with the paper.
“You know what? I’ll take a chocolate frog too.” You paid for it and thanked her, and after you closed the door, you slid the chocolate frog next to him.
What you didn’t know was that he pulled the newspaper over his face because he could hardly stop from smiling.
You looked up at the headline of his paper and yelped in surprise as you came face-to-face with the screaming image of Sirius Black.
“Mother of Merlin!” you cried.
Draco put his newspaper down with no trace of the grin, in its place an annoyed grimace.
“What?” he asked blatantly.
“Sorry, it’s just- I…” you looked away and pointed at the paper. “…Sirius Black.”
“Oh,” he folded the newspaper and went back to reading, the headline page covered by the other pages.
“Thanks,” you opened your bag and took out your copy of Newt Scamander’s Fantastic Beasts & Where to Find Them.
A few hours passed, and neither of you said a word to another, until he put his paper down and looked at the time, and you were able to stay calm as the image of Sirius Black came into view once more.
“Do you think Sirius Black could get into Hogwarts?” you asked just above a whisper.
He stared out the window, and you were just about to drop the conversation until he spoke softly.
“My father said the Ministry’s in charge of preventing that,” he said, without glancing at you.
“But isn’t the Ministry the people who run Azkaban?” you asked again. “I mean, if Black’s escaped them once, he can sneak right under their noses again too.”
“Are you scared, L/N?” he smirked, still not looking at you.
“Yes, of course, he’s killed people, so it’s natural to fear for my life,” you pulled your sleeves over your hands, “I’d rather be scared than apathetic.”
“A pathetic what?” he joked, and you failed to hide your laugh. But you shut your mouth as his face suddenly grew serious.
“Father said the Ministry’s setting up tighter security throughout the school perimeter,” he sat straighter. “He says even Dumbledore hesitated for a while. So, there’s nothing to worry about, is there?”
“I suppose not,” you mumbled.
There was a few more moments of silence until the train rumbled, slowed down, and shook to a stop.
Draco stood up and grabbed his luggage. “Oh, great! I can finally get off this bloody-”
His words turned into a shout of terror as all the lights went off.
“Merlin, what is going on! Wait till my father-”
“Malfoy-”
“-hears about this! By Salazar’s beard, he’ll probably have me study somewhere else than this pathetic-”
“Malfoy, y-”
“-pig sty! He’ll probably have Dumbledore removed fr-”
“Draco, please stay quiet, you’re making it worse,” you pleaded.
He snapped around as he heard the slight tremor in your voice.
“What is it?” He asked, trying to keep the concern from showing in his words.
“No, no,” you replied. “It’s nothing, really.”
“Stay put. I’ll get you some water.” He cursed himself as he stood back up. Why was he doing all this for you?
You heard the compartment door slide open and pulled your knees to your chest. After a while, he came back with a glass of water. He took something out of his bag, and light filled the room as he whispered, “Lumos.”
You took the water and took a light sip, but stared at the water with confusion.
Your breath was visible, and the water in your cup formed cold mist.
You turned to the compartment door, and on its window ice formed, spreading like a web until it filled the entire door and even enveloped the knob.
“Draco?” Your voice shook as you moved crawled further away from the door.
“Wha-” he stopped in his steps as he saw the ice forming on the door.
The two of you stared at the frozen door in silence until he snorted.
“It’s probably just some snow, I’ll wipe it off.” He said, but even he could hear the uncertainty in his voice.
“Draco, no-”
He didn’t listen to you as he walked over, pushing the door open as some shards of ice fell to the floor, turning into puddles of water.
“Malfoy, would you stop?”
You pushed him away from the door, slamming it. But your eyes widened and all breath left you as you took in the figure standing very still right outside the door. It was a creature covered in grey, shredded material, and the only thing separating you and this monstrosity was a single pane of glass.
It gave out heavy breaths, and fog appeared on the window. You didn’t realize the tears trickling down your face until they turned cold on your cheeks. You wanted to move backward but you couldn’t; your feet were planted on the ground, telling you if you moved it might not be so patient with killing you.
It gave out one last exhale, the grey cloth fluttering dangerously as the entire door filled with fog. When the fog receded, the creature was no longer there. But you still didn’t budge.
“Bloody hell,” you heard Draco’s voice behind you, but you didn’t turn around.
“So that’s what a dementor is? Merlin, that thing was ghastly! If this doesn’t keep Sirius Black out of the school I don’t know what will- Y/N? Y/N, it’s gone. Y/N, don’t stand there like a-”
“What the hell was that?” You croaked, your voice harsh.
“Y/N, it’s gone,” he chuckled. “there’s absolutely nothing to worry about!”
You felt someone grab your arm, and you tried to pull away, but you were face-to-face with Draco.
“Merlin, you’re cold as ice. And you’ve gone white! Y/N, what’s wrong-” He stared at your tear-stained face for a second, then his expression changed.
“Oh, no,” he brushed his finger across your face. “Hey, Y/N, sit down.”
You didn’t move, but squinted hard to clear your vision. He sighed, then you felt one arm rubbing your back and lightly pushing you down onto the seat. He took your hands in his, blew a little on them, then massaged your palms with his thumbs. You felt yourself slowly come back to your senses, and steadied your breathing as he looked on.
As the two of your locked gazes again, he took you in his arms, rubbing circles into your back.
“Wha… What was that, Draco?” you asked.
“That was a dementor, it’s the kind of creature that guards Azkaban. Those are the things that the Ministry sent to Hogwarts to keep watch at the gates.” He frowned, then turned to the door as a knock startled you.
Draco groaned, then stood up and strutted over to the door.
“Who is it?”
“It’s Professor Remus Lupin, your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.”
You looked up and realized it was the man you had seen in one of the compartments.
“Oh, well, what is it?”
“I’m just here to warn you about the dementors. They won’t harm you unless you’re Sirius Black.”
“Oh, thanks a bunch, professor,” Draco rolled his eyes, “Thanks for telling us they’re harmless after a student went into a panic attack because of them.”
“Oh, dear, is she alright?” Professor Lupin looked past Draco and at you.
“I’m fine professor, just a little cold,” you said.
“Oh, and she’s cold, professor, aside from the fact she went ghost-pale and couldn’t move, professor,” he added sarcastically.
You were about to tell him it was fine, when you felt him drape something around your shoulders. It was his robe. You snuggled deeper into it and looked back up at Professor Lupin.
“But anyways, I’m fine. How are the other students?”
“Oh, Mr. Potter’s soul was nearly sucked out by the dementor, he lost consciousness for a while. Which reminds me, do any of you have a cloth or a towel?”
Draco rolled his eyes at the mention of Potter, but looked back at you as you almost fell off the seat reached for your bag and rummaged through it. He pushed your hand away and knelt down to you.
“What are you doing, L/N?”
“You heard him, Harry needs a towel.”
“Well, I’ll get it, sit down, you just looked like Death a few minutes ago.”
He got a towel from your bag and handed it to Professor Lupin.
“Ah, Professor,” you sat up, sticking your hand in your pocket. “I heard chocolate helps relieve the pain. Maybe this could help?”
As you handed Professor Lupin the chocolate, Draco Malfoy stared at you in awe. You had just been so terrified just a few minutes ago, yet now you were more concerned of someone else’s wellbeing. He was so puzzled. He expected to fall in love with someone who was as spunky as him, someone who was as cold as he was, yet his heart chose you, someone who he could never imagine to be bad.
What the bloody hell was going on with him.
“Thank you, Y/N, I look forward to seeing you in class,” Professor Lupin smiled.
“Oh, and five points to H/H.”
You smiled weakly, then as Lupin left the compartment, you looked back at Draco, who was staring at you with an unreadable expression.
“What? Do… Do I still look like Death?” You laughed nervously.
“I…” Draco opened his mouth to speak, but closed it immediately, and shook his head while smiling.
“What?” You sat up as he shuffled in next to you.
“It’s just… do you know how beautiful you are?”
That took you aback. It left you stunned for a second.
“Why would you say that?” You were nothing short of confused.
“Because… I always saw you as one of the prettiest girls of our year, but the only thing that outshines that is your heart. I just saw you nearly die of horror five minutes ago, but you just… gave Lupin that chocolate instead of keeping it to yourself.”
“But Potter needed it more-”
“Potter, Schmotter.” He rolled his eyes. “What I’m saying is, I’m madly in love with you.”
You stared at him, speechless.
There was a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. “Of course, if you don’t feel the same way-”
You leaned forward and kissed him. Not actually kissed him, but a temporary brush of your lips on his; slow enough for him to stutter in surprise, but too fast for you to even register it in your brain.
He turned to you and furrowed his eyebrows.
“Did you just kiss me?”
You suddenly realized the danger of what you did and practically flew to the other side of the compartment.
“I-I didn’t mean to,” you stammered. “I’m sorry-”
But you were cut off when he pulled you up by the shoulders and leaned in.
“If you’re going to kiss Draco Malfoy, you have to do it absolutely perfectly,” he whispered hoarsely, “As you know, all Malfoys settle for nothing but the best.”
He pressed his lips to yours, and your hands found their way to his neck and up to his hair as he pulled you closer by the waist.
It felt like he wouldn’t pull away for a long time -but then again, neither would you- if the train hadn’t stopped.
“Well, a-are we dating now?” you asked unsurely.
“Not yet,” he pecked you on the nose. “This Saturday, Courtyard, wear something nice.”
You smiled.
“Of course, Draco,” you winked. “As you said, all Malfoys settle for nothing but the best.”
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You and Draco sat down at your respective table wearing the biggest smiles on your faces.
Your friends were talking and chattering happily, but as they turned to you their jaws hit the table.
“Wh-what’s the matter?” You asked.
Your best friend pulled on your arm.
“You’re wearing a Slytherin robe.”
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A/N: Now y’all know why Draco was concerned about Harry fainting ;)))
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