#nawm

[lyrebirb]

omg in love with the header

im gonna nawm it

NAWM YES

[luxeforum]

Currently obsessed with the thought of Damian singing for his mother while she dances a traditional Arab folklore dance called the Samri.

I am specifically referring to a song called “Nawm Al Malla”, roughly: “the collective slumber”. The song is a slow, melancholic ballad about being unable to sleep, plagued with yearning for a dreamless sleep, but being haunted with the memories of a once lover.

I think it’s very fitting for Talia, and I love the idea of Damian having a beautiful voice.

[fiztsxx]

Lannap chibi!! Im so hungry i will eat both of them for lunch NAWM NAWMM

[doostyaudi]

I have purple chocolate

Who wants a bite?

Aaauuhjmnnnn aawwmmnn nawms awwwmm eaaauhhn

[diary-of-a-loser-boy]

nawms on your theme

Gibes you some salt so it tastes netter

[dolly4stxr]

new theme?

nawm nummy

ima eat you

[more-confused-than-beverage]

what would happen if all of you were stranded on an island and there was the hampter and it wanted to select one of you for the gift of immortality but the one to be graced with that would have to give weekly offerings to the soil

Kill Roman. To the soil he goes,

I wouldn’t mind that arrangement. If it came down to cannibalism then logically Roman would be the best to eat.

We don’t need to eat!! Don’t eat me!!

nawm nawm nawm!

Yes, lets all eat Roman.

Noo!!

[naavispider]

Ok so the last part in “Jake’s first flight” soundtrack in Avatar is Ninat praying to Eywa, and that game me an idea. What if the recoms squad camped somewhere near a lone tree of voices and Spider took the opportunity to bow at its roots and sing prayers? How would they (mostly Quaritch tho) react to it? To him singing in Na’vi, and in a religious context?

The moss was a soft blanket under his knees. He knelt down amongst the tender, lilac tendrils of the Tree of Voices like he was on hallowed ground. Every movement had to be soft, considered and mindful. This was a place where Eywa saw all.

“Great Mother, I pray for the wellness of my family. I pray for the prosperity and safety of the People. Let the be okay. Let them escape the terror of discovery.” He carded his fingers through a few glowing branches, as softly as he could, and closed his eyes while holding them. “Most importantly, I pray for forgiveness for my part in that terror. I will be strong, but I know it is not enough. I pray that you can forgive me for being with the Sky People. I pray that you can forgive me for the evil in my veins. Look into my heart and know that it is with the People. Ma Eywa, forgive me.”

When he opened his eyes, he was still as alone as he could be. A soft breeze rustled over the grass around him, and for a second he swore the tree grew brighter. He splayed one hand on the ground as his heartbeat picked up, keeping the other gently holding the tree’s tendrils. It had always been his way of connecting to Eywa without a kuru. “Ma Eywa,” he whispered through closed eyelids, feeling more certain than ever that she was listening.

“What the hell are you doing, kid?”

In an instant, it was over. The wind died and the light dimmed. Spiders heart sank as he opened his eyes in anger, immediately raging that none other than Colonel Miles Quaritch had interrupted.

“Minding my own business,” he growled, standing up and turning around to glare at Quaritch.

Quaritch however, seemed oblivious to Spider’s ire. “What was that?” he asked, a frown forming on his face as he gestured at the tree.

Spider narrowed his eyes, not sure if he wanted to share that most precious moment with the RDA squad leader. He bit his tongue for a moment. “Nothing.”

Quaritch looked suspicious. He tilted his head to the side and his tail swished agitatedly behind him. Eventually he decided to take Spider’s word for it. “What are you doing over here by yourself? Come back to the squad.”

Spider turned his back, resuming his position on the floor. “I’m good, thanks.”

“Spider-“

“Leave me alone.”

Quaritch clearly felt some type of way about this, because he hesitated before answering. “If you get eaten by some beast don’t blame me.”

Spider rolled his eyes at the man’s attempt at humour, and didn’t respond. If he did, it wouldn’t be pleasant. He waited until the sound of the recom’s boots had retreated all the way back to where the rest of the temporary camp was set up, a decent distant away from the tree. He closed his eyes again, trying to get back to that place of calm and stillness that had allowed Eywa to hear him. He lowered his breathing and heart rates, and tried to focus on feeling her energy, but the moment was gone.

“Demons!” he cursed.

He took a deep breath, and settled back on his haunches, listening to the low buzz of the forest as he brought to the forefront of his mind a song. In a low voice, he began to sing:

Utralä (a)Nawm ayrina’l(u) ayoeng, A peyä tìtxur mì hinam awngeyä N(a) aysangek afkeu, Mì pun N(a) ayvul ahusawnu, M(ì) aynar Na seze A ’ong ne tsawke. Utralä (a)Nawm ayrina’ l(u) ayoeng, A peyä tìrol m(ì) awnga.

The song told of the connectivity of the People, and Spider had heard it sung and joined in countless times during periods of loss and also celebration. It was one of his favourite ways to pay tribute to Eywa.

Unfortunately for him, his singing hadn’t gone unnoticed. He was brought back to reality by a piercing whistle from the camp. He gasped, spinning round to see who or what had just invaded his privacy again.

“Shut it Lyle,” Quaritch chastised from not too far away.

Wainfleet looked smug as anything, grinning from ear to ear, but he had the common sense to not speak again.

“Bastards,” Spider hissed.

Quaritch put his hands up, slowly approaching Spider’s spot under the tree as if Spider was a scared animal and he was worried about spooking him. “That was pretty impressive. That was all in your funky alien language?”

Spider simmered, clenching his fists at his side. Why he ever bothered trying to teach Quaritch the funky alien language, Spider didn’t know. “Are you trying to piss me off? Cause it’s fucking working.”

“Hey, don’t give me that,” Quaritch said, making a faux offended expression. “I was just thinking how nice it sounded.”

Spider raised an eyebrow. That sounded like some bullshit. “Did you fall over a blastbulb or something?” Maybe the recom was sick.

"Can I not enjoy something?"

Spider squirmed uncomfortably. Not when it comes from me. "No."

Quaritch took a seat next to Spider. The tree of voices's branches brushed over the recom's shoulders and he pulled them off gently. "Sounded real special."

"It was," Spider replied, deadpan. He so did not want to be having this conversation with Quaritch. Especially not here, so close to Eywa.

"What does it mean?" Quaritch pressed. He sounded sincere for once, so Spider grit his teeth and tried to explain.

"It's a song about connectivity. It tells us that we're all seeds of the sacred tree. We are all of Eywa, and eventually we will all return to her."

"Eywa...?"

"The Great Mother."

Quaritch nodded his head as if he'd just put the name to the colloquialism. "Gotcha."

Spider stared at him sideways. Why did he care? Why was he listening to him?

"And this Eywa, she's the big daddy around here, right? The one all the local nuts are obsessed with..." He didn't say it as a question, more like a memory that was coming back to him from a previous life. "I remember Augustine..."

Spider flinched at the mention of Kiri's mom. He also wasn't used to anyone talking about Eywa in such a dismissive and disrespectful way. He'd never heard that before. "You don't see, so just stop talking."

Quaritch had the gumption to look confused.

"You think it's something to joke about. Well I don't want to hear it. Go slander her name to your boyfriend." He nodded over to Wainfleet.

"Woah, kid!" Quaritch was clearly baffled at Spider's response. "I didn't mean to offend. Don't get yourself riled up. I just wanna know why you believe so much in this... this deity."

"...Why do I believe?"

"That's right."

Spider thought about it for a moment, running his hands over the moss beneath him and watching it glow. "....Because she's real."

"Ah ah!" Quaritch made a disappointed face as if Spider had just lost a game or answered a question wrong. "That's a logical fallacy. I'm asking you what evidence do you have."

Spider frowned.

"I mean, there must be a lot if you're willing to sit and sing a song to a tree for half an hour for her."

He bristled, trying not to let Quaritch's language rile him up. "She lives in all of us," he began to explain slowly. "When we die, we return to her and the People can hear their ancestors living on at places like this. She guided Jake through her eye and blessed him with a new body." He shrugged. "If you want evidence, talk to the science guys. Oh wait..." He looked straight at Quaritch. "You already killed one of them."

Quaritch kept his face impassive, though he stretched his jaw, taking in Spider's words. "We've all wished for do-overs, kid," he finally replied, so quietly that Spider wasn't sure he'd heard correctly. Was Quaritch trying to say that he regretted killing Grace?

"You don't belong in a place like this," Spider said, having finally had enough.

"What? And you do?" Quaritch appraised him, an irritated frown line forming between his eyes. "Look at you. You can't even plug into the thing."

Spider snapped, hissing at Quaritch. How dare this man invade his privacy - invade Eywa's sacred site - spew doubts and insults and then attack Spider for not being Na'vi... "Get out!" he yelled, needing the man to retreat to at least a few feet away from the tree's edge. Preferably the middle of a deep lake with weights on his feet, if possible.

"Right, you're kinda sensitive about that, huh?"

"I said get OUT!" A breeze had swept up in the past minute or two, seeming to circle where the pair were sat. At Spider's words, it turned ice cold.

"Jesus!" Quaritch cussed, noticing the dramatic change in temperature. He stared questioningly at Spider, who remained resolutely planted on the ground, the temperature not appearing to affect him. After a second of hesitation, Quaritch got up to his feet and hastily retreated back to the camp, watching Spider the whole way.

Spider didn't know why the cold didn't bother him. He could feel it for sure, but only as if he was a passenger in his own body, feeling without really experiencing. His heart was hammering twice its usual speed. That was the second sign from Eywa today. He didn't know how or why, but it seemed like she had heard him.

She'd heard him.

"Thank you, Great Mother," he muttered, so quietly that no one would be able to hear, even Quaritch, who was stood on the perimeter of the tree, staring at Spider as if he was finally learning to See.

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[halcyon-seeded-bison-enjoyer]

hi fawse son

My nawme iws yoshikage kiwa. I’m 33 yeaws owd. My house iws in the nowtheast section of mowioh, whewe aww the viwwas awe, awnd i am nowt mawwied. I wowk as an empwoyee fow the kame yu depawtment stowes, awnd i get home evewy day by 8 pm at the watest. I don’t smoke, but i occasionawwy dwink. I’m in bed by 11 pm, awnd make suwe i get eight houws of sweep, no mattew whawt. Aftew having a gwass of wawm miwk awnd doing abouwt twenty minutes of stwetches befowe going tuwu bed, i usuawwy have no pwobwems sweeping untiw mowning. Juwst wike a baby, i wake up without any fatigue ow stwess in the mowning.

i was towd thewe wewe no issues at my wast check-up. I’m twying tuwu expwain thawt i’m a pewson who wishes tuwu wive a vewy quiet wife. I take cawe nowt tuwu twoubwe mysewf with any enemies, wike winning awnd wosing, thawt wouwd cause me tuwu wose sweep at night. Thawt iws how i deaw with society, awnd i know thawt iws whawt bwings me happiness. Awthough, if i wewe tuwu fight i wouwdn’t wose tuwu anyone.

IM AFRAID I DO NOT SPEAK YOUR TOUNGE.

[everydaydua]

DAILY DUA

Dua and remembrance after finishing the prayer with salaam #6

ٱللهُ لَآ إِلَـٰهَ إِلَّا هُوَ ٱلْحَيُّ ٱلْقَيُّومُ لَا تَأْخُذُهُ سِنَةٌ وَلَا نَوْمٌ لَّهُۥ مَا فِى ٱلسَّمَـٰوَٰتِ وَمَا فِى ٱلْأَرْضِ

مَن ذَا ٱلَّذِى يَشْفَعُ عِنْدَهُۥۤ إِلَّا بِإِذْنِهِۦ يَعْلَمُ مَا بَيْنَ أَيْدِيهِمْ وَمَا خَلْفَهُمْ وَلَا يُحِيطُونَ بِشَيْءٍ مِّنْ عِلْمِهِۦۤ إِلَّا بِمَا شَآءَ

وَسِعَ كُرْسِيُّهُ ٱلسَّمَـٰوَٰتِ وَٱلْأَرْضَ وَلَا يَئُودُهُۥ حِفْظُهُمَا وَهُوَ ٱلْعَلِيُّ ٱلْعَظِيمُ (٢٥٥)

Translation

It is also from the sunnah to recite the verse of the Footstool (Ayat-ul-Kursî, Surah Baqarah Ayah 255) after each prayer:

Allâh! none has the right to be worshipped but He, the Ever Living, the One Who sustains and protects all that exists. Neither slumber, nor sleep overtake Him. To Him belongs whatever is in the heavens and whatever is on earth.

Who is he that can intercede with Him except with His Permission. He knows what happens to them (His creatures) in this world, and what will happen to them in the Hereafter. And they will never compass anything of His Knowledge except that which He wills.

His Kursî extends over the heavens and the earth, and He feels no fatigue in guarding and preserving them. And He is the Most High, the Most Great.

N.B. Concerning the virtue of reciting this aayah after the prescribed prayers, it was narrated that Abu Umaamah said: “The Messenger of Allaah (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) said: “Whoever recites Aayat al-Kursiy immediately after each prescribed prayer, there will be nothing standing between him and his entering Paradise except death.” This is how it was narrated by al-Nasaa’i in al-Yawm wa’l-Laylah, from al-Hasan ibn Bishr.

Transliteration

bismillaahir-raḥmaanir-raḥeemi

allaahu laa ilaaha illaa huwal-ḥayyul-qayyoom, laa ta’khudhuhu sinatun wa laa nawm, lahu maa fis-samaawaٰti wa maa fil-arḍ, man dhal-ladhee yashfa‛u ‛indahu illaa bi’idhnih, ya‛lamu maa bayna aydeehim wa maa khalfahum, wa laa yuḥeeṭoona bishay’in min ‛ilmihi illaa bi maa shaa’

wasi‛a kursiyyuh-us-samaawaٰti wal-arḍ, wa laa ya’ooduhu ḥifẓuhumaa wahuwal-‛aliyyul-‛aẓeem

Sources: An-Nasa'i in 'Amal Al-Yawm Wal-Laylah Sahih Al-Jami' 6464

[thebabyradiodemon]

Baby Alastor what's your kittes name

Mine is Brownie

I's nawmed 'im Bewwie, becwause dey wed wike a staw bewwie.

[monoceros-vulpes]

S/Is Cerberus - SER-ber-us — Ceb - seb Kaia - KIE-a Gin - geen Vix - viks Scapino - skuh-PEE-nyo

OCs Rio - REE-o Kayne - kayn Chihaya - chee-ha-ya Haruka - ha-roo-ka Kusuma - koo-SOO-ma Clair - klehr Åsa - O-sa Llyr - khleer Blaire - bleh, blehr Ciar - keer Shion - SHEE-on Dian - DEE-an Cyrille - see-reel Lux - luks Moka - mo-ka

Pronouns fae/faer/faer/faers/faerself - fay/fehr/fehr/fehrz/fehrself vi/vir/vir/virs/virself - vee/veer/veer/veerz/veerself xe/xem/xyr/xyrs/xyrself - zee/zehm/zeer/zeerz/zeerself sie/sier/sier/siers/sierself - see/seer/seer/seers/seerself kir/kir/kir/kirs/kirself - keer/keer/keer/keers/keerself

Seratis *note: see Axyn tab in masterlist for anglicisation intricacies / more depth pronounciation

Places Seratis - sehr-aw-tis Aracasia - aw-raw-KAW-see-aw Kaira - kaw-EE-raw Zephyr - ze-FEER — lit. Northern [place]. Zephyr regional variant of North. (Standard variant is Dephyr, lit. [place] of ice.) Rasnam - RAWS-nawm Osdari - AWS-DAW-ree Brua - bruy-aw Sioa - see-ǎw Aspha - AWS-fah Sebran - seb-RAN Mirakyor Dephyr - MEE-raw-kee-yawr de-FEER — Northern Port, lit. icy water-city. Atha - aw-thaw

Names Beau - bo Hemera - eh-MER-a Innas - EEN-nahs Kasimir - KA-zee-meer Marie - MO-ree Nyx - neeks Inthais - een-THIE-ees

Words si/sier/sier/seir/sierme - see/see-ehr/see-ehr/see-ehr/see-ehr-me — neutral pronoun. used for incommunicable noncelestial things and communicable nongendered noncelestial things. en/ner/ner/ner/nerme - en/nehr/nehr/nehr/nehr-me — masculine pronoun. used for communicable masculine noncelestial things. he/her/her/her/herme - eh/ehr/ehr/ehr/ehr-me — feminine pronoun. used for communicable feminine noncelestial things.

[laslow]

w-w-aswow??? hewwo??? c-can yuo heaw me?? waswow aw yuou there??? uwuw waswow pwease! caww out my dawk nawme!!!

So far, he's avoided most of the shenanigans going on around the monastery today. No time like the present to catch up on grading assignments! (Which, he could have finished earlier, but this last failed date left him more melancholy than usual. Probably something to do with the lovely lady throwing a perfectly good piece of lemon cake in his face.)

Even now he can still taste the chocolate frosting that landed on his lips. The things he endures for love are worthy of epic ballads!

Laslow sets his quill down, then stretches out his wrists. He eyes the remaining stack of papers; not so many now that he can't enjoy some fun before returning to the grind.

Standing, he's about to scoot his chair in when he hears it. Eyes narrowed, he pauses, waiting for it to sound again--

He sighs. That voice is unmistakable, even in whatever tone that is. "Odin, I have never wished I couldn't hear you more." Laslow creeps closer to the door. "Careful, now, or my--" Damn, how did Odin come up with names on the fly? "My Dazzling Door Opening art will knock your socks off!"

[mannimarcoiscool]

💞Wormie Saga💞

Mage fwom infancy, bwood-sewected fow magicka, descended fwom iswes of awtaeum fowevew! destined was i fwom wong befowe biwth tuwu exceed aww mowtaws.

awtmew? nay, awdmew: scion of et'ada by diwect descent, summoned tuwu cepowah, awnd thewe was i sent: tuwu iachesis, tuwu tutow, tuwu test awnd fewment.

no magicka handwew iachesis witemastew, sage of the ewdew way, gentwe spewwcastew! tuwu wawp nowt the wind, unwike guiwd of the wattew day, couwting disastew.

necwomancy, death awt, chose me stewn awnd fawst. Tuwu change nowt the pwesent, but caww up the past, obvewse of ewdew way, fowbidden without cause, deep-dewved in death's way, against gway cwoak waws.

iww-timed then awwived owne, twechtus by nawme: ambitious, obstwepewous, bwind awnd deaf tuwu shame, tawented, weckwess, thought himsewf my equaw, hiws awwogance awnd envy detewmined ouw sequew.

magic he pwacticed: open, waw powew, fwouted the ewdew way, endangewed the towew, then with wowbown cunning cast me as the viwwain, engineewed exiwe, made me tamwiewan.

aww undewvawued my wiww awnd wesowution, my knowwedge fowmidabwe, my wit awnd acumen. Thus found i new awwies tuwu study the death-wites, the sacwifice wituaws, the summons of ghost-wights.

wobed aww in bwack goes the owdew of bwack wowm, bwinging wisdom tuwu seekews who see beyond death-tewm, but twechtus-now-vanus puwsues us tuwu continent, tuwu pewsecute wowm-wwights hiws eviw intent.

come, aww necwotics, defend pwactice awnd wife, against mages who wiewd magicka wike a knife, heedwess of hewesy awnd ignowant of ewdew way, hating necwomancy yet hewawding doomsday.

chiwd of niwn pondew, which wouwd uwu choose: tywanny of mages, westwicting speww use, ow necwomancy, communion with thy dead, ancestows wetuwned, genewations weunited?

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الله لا إله إلا هو الحي القيوم Allāhu lā ʾilāha ʾillā huwa l-ḥayyu l-qayyūm Allah! There is no god but Him, the Ever Living, the Ever Watchful.

لا تأخذه سنة ولا نوم lā taʾḵuḏuhu sinatun wa-lā nawm Neither slumber nor sleep overtakes Him.

له ما في السماوات وما في الأرض lahu mā fī s-samawāti wa-mā fī l-ʾarḍ All that is in the heavens and in the earth belongs to Him.

من ذا الذي يشفع عنده إلا بإذنه man ḏā llaḏī yashfaʿu ʿindahu ʾillā bi-ʾiḏnihi Who is there that can intercede with Him except by His leave?

يعلم ما بين أيديهم وما خلفهم yaʿlamu mā bayna ʾaydīhim wa-mā ḵalfahum He knows what is before them and what is behind them,

ولا يحيطون بشيء من علمه إلا بما شاء wa-lā yuḥīṭūna bi-shayʾin min ʿilmihi ʾillā bi-mā shaʾāʾ but they do not comprehend any of His knowledge except what He wills.

وسع كرسيه السماوات والأرض wa-siʿa kursiyyuhu s-samāwāti wa-l-ʾarḍ. His throne extends over the heavens and the earth;

ولا يئوده حفظهما wa-lā yuʾūḏuhu ḥifẓuhuma it does not weary Him to preserve them both.

وهو العلي العظيم wa-huwa l-ʿaliyyu l-ʿaẓīm He is the Most High, the Tremendous.