#ya Allah help them

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May Allah help our Muslim brothers and sisters... Donald Trump What the hell

The United States is the great Satan.

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Daughter:

Mama... I’m hungry. My stomach hurts... We haven’t eaten for 3 days 💔💔💔

Me:

I know, my love... I know. But there’s nothing left in the house... no bread, no oil, not even clean water.😓😓😓

Daughter :

Then why don’t we go get aid? Our neighbor went yesterday to bring rice!🫣🫣

Me:

He didn’t come back, sweetheart! He was targeted! He left walking and came back a martyr...😞😞😞

Everyone who went this morning... half of them never returned.😭😭😭

Daughter:

So if you go... You might die too?😥😥😥

Me:

We shouldn't lose any of us ... I can’t bury a piece of my heart💔💔

Oh God... where do I go with my children? How do I feed them? What should I do?! 😭😭

I’m a mother, ya Allah... a mother who can’t feed her kids...😞😞😞

How do I keep living while watching their eyes slowly die in front of me every day?💔💔💔

Daughter:

Mama... my stomach hurts... but I’m not mad... just let me sleep in your arms🥹🥹

Me:

Come here, my love... My arms are empty of bread... but full of fear and love❤️❤️❤️

Forgive me, my baby...😭😭

This is our daily conversation with my children 💔💔

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[jaanu-f]

Oh Allah how can I be granted a love for the sake of you in the most purest form?

A love for a man who leads me into Jannah, holding my hand firmly and choosing to never let go despite my stubbornness.

A man like Ali رَضِيَ اللهُ عَنْهُ who was cold as ice but melted in the hands of the warm Fatima رضي الله عنها

Who was jealous of a simple stick that touched her teeth. Who woke up from an argument saying, “By Allah she is most beloved to me.” Who was the strongest soldier, but needed help carrying his own wives body.

Who stood by her graveside, and said “what is wrong with me standing at the graveside saying salaam to the one who has passed? The grave of my lover but she is not responding to my greeting. My lover why aren’t you responding to my salaam? Have you forgotten all of the intimate moments that were shared by the two of us?”

Oh Allah, you haven’t forbid love in this religion.

Yaqub عَلَيْهِ ٱلسَّلَامُ cried out for his son, and became blind due to grief. But you did not tell him he’s wrong for loving him, you comforted him and healed his blindness.

You told Musa عَلَيْهِ ٱلسَّلَامُ mother that she’ll be okay, she’ll be reunited with her son once more. And you reunited them.

You made Hawa out of Adam عَلَيْهِ ٱلسَّلَامُ rib. Not from his head to be above him, or his feet to be below him. But, from his side to be equal to him. Under his arm to be protected by him, and near his heart to be loved by him.

You did not harden their hearts, you know your creation.

You don’t tell us that love is forbidden. You reward us when we smile at a stranger. Giving somebody directions is charity.

You yourself are Al Wadood, the most loving.

Love is not wrong, despite what I had believed previously. Love is right when done for Allah, the source of love. Love brings us closer to you, and is only dangerous when you don’t love Allah first. The only marriages that truly have blessings from Allah is the ones where Allah is the foundation of it.

You know the deepest desires in my heart, that whisper despite my voice screaming out otherwise.

How can I love the righteous even though I am not one of them? How can I love good deeds despite the oceans of sins I am drowning in? How can I love the Quran although I am slow in memorizing? How can I love namaz even when I am lazy to stand in prayer?

Show me ya Allah.

So I ask again ya Rab, how can I be granted a love for the sake of you.. in the most purest form?

And I ask you.. my future husband.

Do you know what love for the sake of Allah is?

[i-cant-sing]

Salauddin screaming and THROWING UP because Princess reader won't stop picking up stray animals from outside and bringing them into her bedroom because "it's too hot for them outside ;( " "you said my room was the coolest soo..."

on the contrary, Salauddin himself is an animal lover. They're Allah's creations that cannot speak, that cannot ask for help, they're just vulnerable. He cares for his horses very greatly, no expenses are spared for the their stables, their caretakers and the best medicine from around the world. The pain of thirst, its one of the worst ways to dies, so Salauddin makes sure no one in his kingdom ever goes to sleep hungry or thirsty, humans or animals. He's had special water systems and pots designed practically everywhere in Egypt so birds and dogs and other animals get to drink their fill.

BUT as much as Salauddin cares for animals, he doesnt... exactly appreciate his palace turning into a zoo because of all the animals you keep bringing in. Its kinda his fault really. All Salauddin did was get a pretty white kitten that had blue eyes- it was so cute, so he gifted it to you. When you asked him why, he couldnt say that its because the cute kitten reminded him of you. So he said that it was too hot outside for small animals like Fatima (as you had named her) and he saw the realisation dawn in your eyes as you looked out at the pyramids, nodding your head along.

Salauddin sighed in irritation as he felt something furry rubbing against his legs. He looked down under his desk to see a black kitten with green eyes- Bilal. You took him in and said "but Salauddin! Fatima is all alone and she needs a playmate! Besides, Bilal is bullied by the street kids cause he's black and they think that he was a jinn!" You used such excuses to adopt 3 more cats (Mustafa, Haider, Zahra) and now you spend dressing them in cute hijabs- yes even the males.

He picked up the black cat and tickled his chin as he began making his way towards your- or what used to be your room. On his way, he passed by servants chasing after your chickens- Emir, Ahmed and Riyaan.

The doors opened as he entered, the room was in complete chaos. Feathers were falling down as birds flew around the room with the maids hot on their tails. Your cats were resting in one corner with your dogs- Shams and Talia standing guard over them. And you? You were in the center of all this chaos, sitting on the ground with a pet sheep- Mihirmah in your arms as you sheared it carefully. You had found her last night on your way home, not even bothering to ask if you could keep her along with your rest of the petting zoo.

Then again, why would his wife need to ask him? Whats his, is yours.

He walked over and sat down beside you and you finally looked up.

"I found Bilal." He stated, petting the kitten that nuzzled his face against him. You smiled sweetly at him. "Thank you! I was so busy with Mihirmah, I didnt realise he had left. I think he escaped when they took the chicks out for a walk."

He hummed before nodding his head at the sheep. "And how many that makes it now?"

"One." "Y/n." He deadpanned. "Well, one sheep. In total, 52 animals."

"Y/n." He looked at you in disbelief. "How- what- it was 45 last week." You looked at him sheepishly. "Well... its not my fault, really. You see- um, well you know how we thought Shams and Talia were just siblings? I think they were confused and um, Talia just gave birth to 6 pups." You avoided his eyes as he stared at you.

"Y/n-"

"I am not getting rid of them, Salauddin." You warned him, petting the sheep in your arms. "They need us to care for their babies! They're new parents!"

"Y/n-"

"Yes, Yusuf?" You used his name, batting your lashes at him. You know how to get to him.

Ya hayati. (My life)

He sighed, petting Bilal in his hands. "I'm going to put Bilal down for a nap."

"Yeah! Just put him with his siblings-" "No. I'm going to separate him and his brothers. They will not be giving babies to their sisters." Salauddin grumbled as you pouted and muttered about how cute new kittens are.

Maybe he can give you a litter of your own to keep you preoccupied. (Not because he likes you or anything- he just doesnt want you to fill his palace with more animals.)

Despite what Salauddin says, he still remembers each name of all your pets. All of them. He also talks to the cats, especially to Bilal about how he needs to behave for him mama and protect her and stuff.

[httpsdana]

Hiii could you please do n°27 from the fluff prompt with Omar marmoush ? There are barely any imagines for him such an underrated guy. 😔 (i know your requests are currently closed , no rush take your time i just wanted to write it down b4 i forget )

Hallucination~Omar Marmoush

・❥・prompt list

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・❥・a/n: IM BACK!!! Had to make my first request an Omar one because he's my new obsession and ofc abt ramadan which I hope you don't mind. enjoyy <33

27-"Don’t worry, I won't tell anyone that you're secretly a huge softie."

Ramadan with Omar was peaceful and full of warmth.

The kitchen smelled like freshly grilled steak and mashed potatoes, while the fairy lights twinkled softly in the background, and the Quran played gently from her phone as she finished setting the iftar table.

Omar was nowhere to be seen, which was suspicious, considering he was usually hovering around, trying to help as much as possible.

But just as she placed the last plate down, she heard soft whispering coming from the living room.

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Was Omar… talking to someone?

She tiptoed closer, peeking around the corner.

Omar was sitting on the couch, cross-legged, as their chubby orange cat, Felfel, sat in his lap.

"You don’t understand, Felfel," Omar sighed dramatically. "Ramadan is a test, and I’m trying. I really am. But today? Today, I saw a video of a man breaking a piece of crispy samboosa in half, and I almost shed a tear."

Felfel blinked, unimpressed.

"And the dates, ya Allah," Omar continued, shaking his head. "Why do they have to look so glossy and perfect? I feel like they’re mocking me. Just sitting there in a bowl, waiting. And don’t get me started on water. I feel like I’ve never had a sip in my entire life."

y/n covered her mouth with both hands, trying so hard not to make a sound.

"And then there’s your mother," Omar groaned, rubbing his face.

"She tortures me, Felfel. She says, ‘It’s almost iftar, habibi!’ like it’s not still twenty minutes away. Do you know how long twenty minutes is when you’re fasting? It’s a lifetime."

Felfel yawned, laying on his back as he looked up at Omar with his eyes half closed.

"Oh, and don’t even look at her desserts, ya Allah," Omar went on, completely unaware she was watching.

"She made qatayef today, and the whole house smells like sugar and happiness, but am I allowed to have any? No. I have to wait. Sabr, Omar. Sabr." (patience Omar patience)

That was it. She couldn’t hold it in anymore as she burst out laughing.

Omar’s entire body stiffened. Slowly, like a man caught red-handed, he turned his head toward the door.

She leaned against the frame, arms crossed, a huge grin on her face. "Oh. Oh. This is so much better than I expected."

His eyes widened in horror. "How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough to know that you just made our cat your therapist"

Omar immediately sat up straighter, clearing his throat. "I-I was just-uh-" He gestured vaguely at Felfel. "I was explaining Ramadan to him."

She raised an eyebrow in amusement. "You were complaining about food like a man lost in the desert."

"I was not complaining!" he protested. "I was reflecting. There’s a difference."

She chuckled. "Mmm. Right. So, when you said the dates were mocking you-"

"It’s the lack of food and water. It’s making me-" He waved his hands in the air. "See things. Say things. Do things."

She burst into another round of laughter. "Omar, you’re 10 minutes away from breaking your fast and you’re acting like you’ve been stranded for weeks."

He placed a dramatic hand over his chest. "You don’t get it. You had something to do, you were busy. I was just sitting here, thinking about food. And you? You made food. You made qatayef and just left them there, looking at me."

"They’re not looking at you, Omar."

"You weren’t there. You didn’t see them."

She rolled her eyes, walking over and flopping down onto the couch beside him. "You’re so dramatic. Maybe next time, I should just hide the food."

His head snapped toward her. "Don’t even joke about that."

She grinned widely, leaning into his shoulder. "You know, I love this version of you. The Ramadan Omar who has deep conversations with our cat."

Omar groaned. "Ya Allah, I’ll never live this down, will I?"

She kissed his shoulder softly, laughing against his sleeve. "Never."

Felfel let out a tiny meow, and she gasped playfully. "See? Even he agrees with me."

Omar sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. "This is harassment."

"It’s teasing."

"Same thing."

She smirked again, eyes twinkling. "Don’t worry, I won't tell anyone that you're secretly a huge softie."

His mouth fell open in betrayal. "Excuse me?!"

"Yup." she nodded confidently. "You act all tough, but in reality, you’re out here having deep emotional connections with our cat."

"I'm fasting!" he cried. "I'm weak!"

"Sure, sure." she patted his chest. "You just keep telling yourself that, habibi."

Before he could reply, the call to Maghrib rang through the air, filling the house with a peaceful stillness.

Omar let out the deepest breath of relief, closing his eyes. "Alhamdulillah."

y/n giggled slightly, nudging him. "Ready to finally eat?"

He turned to her, eyes shining with warmth. "Only if you promise me one thing."

"What?"

"Next time don’t make qatayef until after iftar."

She raised her eyebrows as if thinking deeply before saying, "Hmm. No promises."

He groaned. "Felfel, help me, bro."

Felfel, completely done with both of them, stretched and walked out of the room.

y/n laughed, grabbing Omar’s hand. "Come on, my dramatic husband. Let’s go eat before you start seeing hallucinations of food in the living room."

"Too late," he muttered, standing up with her. "I saw a bowl of soup floating past me twenty minutes ago."

Shaking her head with laughter, she led him to the table, her heart full of love for this man.

Her dramatic, fasting, softie husband.

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[everwalldigan]

Hey I am having a scene in a fic where a very high strung moment Damian begins to curse in Arabic. What would be the correct way to phrase that?

Thank you

Ooh great question! There are a LOT of very colourful Arabic curse words varying in severity but in Damian’s case he was like raised to very strict and high manners, so even in high strung situations he probably wouldn’t use the colloquial “lower class” swear words. I’m going to list some of the “less vulgar” swear words I know (keep in mind I’m Iraqi and these are the swear words I know in my dialect and ones in high Arabic, there are soo so so many more.)

The most generic swear words insult the parents so you’d say “yabn ___”

Yabn Al kalb (son of a dog) or you could skip the parent and call them a dog (kalb) (tho idk how insulting Damian would find that cause he loves and respects dogs)

Yabn Al lai’in (son of the cursed) (this one’s so clean I’ve heard it in kids cartoons before) you could also just say “Al la’ana” which means “the curse” could be used as “shit”

Honestly Damian would probably use High Arabic swear words and sound like an Arabic dub character ASHSJSJDJ absolutely hilarious to any other Arab person in the vicinity.

Al’ama (Lebanese/yemeni region dialect) or as we like to say “a’amaaaaaaa” meaning the blindness, could be substituted for “damn!”

You could also make him say “ya a’ama” (you blind person) (keep in mind those are the tamest I can think of, the other ones are MUCH more offensive)

You could always go the route of Damian saying… angry sounding words in Arabic that aren’t REALLY swear words just to let out his frustration without everyone in the close vicinity understanding him. You can just make him rant about the situation in Arabic, maybe with some choice words like “ahlbal” (naive) or “ghabi” (stupid)

If you want to know ones in a specific dialect I can help with that too, I know Egyptians have some really funny ones (ya nhar iswid! - oh black day) and idk how much you wanna tie him to Islam but we also like to literally curse people (eg: Allah ya’amik - may god blind you or Allah yagbirak: may god put you in the grave)

If it’s from another persons POV who doesn’t know Arabic they wouldn’t be able to distinguish anything from an angry ranting boy, if it’s from Damian’s POV you can say “he says some choice words his mother would smack him for” or something like that cause again he was raised in a VERY high class setting, as a prince basically and cursing would be “beneath him”

[farisjax]

I weep for the daughter of Ummah who was as pure as falling snow, crying because her chastity was ravaged by a dog and a serpent. I've seen the sons of Ummah burning in the fire ignited by the kuffar. And you still ask"why you weep?". What should I do if i do not weep, for I have abandoned Jihad and the muslim rulers have attacked Islam. The daughters and sons are waiting but when will we reach them, kills my heart. O' the One who has seen the sword of Ali, O' the One who has seen the war-cry of Hamza, O' the One who has seen the bravery of Khalid, O' the One who has seen the army of Umar, O' to whom the necks of mighty submit, help the muslims. Ya Allah we have abandoned them out of fear of our own lives or we are not capable of helping them, but Ya Allah You can. Remind them of Khaybar. Ya Allah send Your army towards the Kuffar. Destroy them and protect the muslim daughters and sons from the shadows of filthy crusaders.

Ameen Ya Rabb

[lemedstudent2021]

hezbollah they can never ever make me forgive you for the war crimes you commited, for the disgusting bigotry and wholly un-islamic conduct it stemmed from and horrendous image it projected to the world, but i will never be upset at israelis cowering in fear in their shelters. i will never not feel joy when i hear the sirens go off.

hezbollah to me are in the same league of degeneracy as the zionist entity and assad and isis, the only difference is that they do the rest of the world a favour by reducing the number of israelis every now and again.

Syrian people are truly amazing.

I've followed the Syrain revolution very closely since the day it started, and I've seen how Sunni Syrian freedom fighters waged a war against ISIS who came in to secure the Assad regime.

I've watched how Hezbollah marched in and joined the war to kill ISIS AND the Syrian freedom fighters.

I've watched how Hezbollah committed many horrific war crimes against Sunni Syrians (multiple massacres, systematic rape, torture, etc.) and how they've proudly captured them on camera, much like how the IDF did in Gaza. They even sieged and mascaraed a refugee camp full of Palestinas.

I've watched Hezbollah defend and secure the fascist dictatorship of the Assad regime.

I've watched Hezbollah gaslit the whole world into believing they were the heroes who fought against ISIS and their war in Syria had nothing to do with their genocidal hatred towards Sunni Muslims (it backfired spectacularly in most of the Arab Muslim world. Hezbollah completely lost its reputation as the highly popular resistance group who kicked Israel's ass in 2006. People who hung pictures of Hezbollah's leaders in their homes ended up burning them and cursing their names).

Yet most Syrians are not mad at the Sunni Muslims in Gaza for relying on Hezbollah's aid (Hamas is a Sunni organization). They have enough compassion and empathy to understand the dire circumstances the people of Gaza are facing.

It's an outstanding display of love and mercy that I don't think I'm capable of yet. I'm still furious at anyone praising Hezbollah, even though I know the majority of Shia Muslims are ignorant of Hezbollah's crimes. There were times when I caught myself feeling rage at a Palestinian in Gaza praising Hezbollah's military operations against Israel. Don't they know what these "heroes" did in Syria? Do they not care about their Sunni brethren in Syria? But then I look at most Sunni Syrians and I'm reminded of the Islamic virtue of empathy and compassion. Of making excuses for your oppressed brethren before criticizing them. I hope I can live up to this standard.

[sabrgirl]

dua's for palestine 🇵🇸

O Allah, help and protect the people of Palestine. O Allah, ease their pain and suffering. O Allah, bestower of Mercy, bestow your mercy on them. O Allah, open people's hearts to give in this time of crisis. O Allah! help the state of the Ummah of Muhammad ﷺ O Allah! Grant ease to the Ummah of Muhammad ﷺ O Allah! Have mercy on the Ummah of Muhammad ﷺ O Allah, fortify their hearts and calm them like you granted Yusuf’s heart peace in the well. O Allah, Bestower of Mercy, bestow Your mercy on them. O Allah, You are the Giver of victory, O Al-Fattah, You are the Opener of doors, please grant them freedom and victory. O Allah! Grant victory to Islam and the Muslims everywhere. O Allah, give strength to our brothers and sisters in Palestine to defend the truth. Protect them, help them and send your angels to be with them as you sent your angels to be with the companions when they were defending the truth. Send the angels to support them, O Most Merciful! O Allah, give the people of Palestine the ability to defend their rights and their blessed land. O Allah, support us, support them and be with them.

Ya Allah, be with the widows and those who lost their parents and whose houses were destroyed. Ya Allah, elevate their ranks and remove their pain and suffering, the emotional the physical and the mental, and increase their reward. Give them the power to stand on their feet again. Ya Allah, help us to always be with the right people and on the right side, and to support the truth and justice. Ya Allah, you have promised to respond to the call of those who call on you. As You have commanded us. You said, ‘Call on me and I will respond to you’. We have responded to Your command and we have responded to You. Accept it from us and grant what you have promised. Ya Allah, we raise our hands towards You and ask You to be with our brothers and sisters and all those who are suffering. Give them victory, cure them, and put tranquility and patience in their hearts. Give them peace, increase their provision. Ya Allah, place light in our hearts and in the hearts of our brothers and sisters in Palestine. Strengthen our ranks.

Allahumma Ameen.

[deenemaan]

Pray for Palestine 🇵🇸

Ya Allah, help and protect the people of Palestine. Ya Allah, ease their pain and suffering. Ya Allah, bestower of Mercy, bestow your mercy on them. Ya Allah, open people's hearts to give in this time of crisis.

[saba-hussaini]

Ya Allah, have mercy on my brothers and sisters in Palestine. My heart aches as I see them suffer from hunger, while I sit with food before me. I feel overwhelmed with guilt. Ya Rabb, ease their pain, grant them relief, and bring an end to their oppression. Their struggle is unimaginable, only You can help them.

[david-goldrock]

Thanks to @nadiv22's wonderful suggestion: Yallah ya Nasrallah

You look like a hippopotamus (In hebrew: A nile horse) You've got a bird's brain It's better if you'd stay in the hole Because soon you will die

You are just a complete idiot With a serious supirioty complex You are a satan, or in short You are humanity's scum

Even if you'd throw missiles at us Or threaten the Galil with Your friends from Syria and Iran Even if you'd drop more Katyushas here Know that there's no despair here anymore Together we'll get over the trouble

[Non-Musically] Interviewer: Hasan, Hasan, a few words please? Nassrallah: (I'm) for (Macabi) Haifa (A football team) Interviewer: Mr. Nassrallah, thank you for agreeing to interview for the Israeli TV Nassrallah: (I'm) for (Macabi) Haifa (A football team) Interviewer: So you are in fact hiding in Israel out of the thought that no one will look for you here. So actually I have only one question: What stops me from calling the security forces to here? Nassrallah: (I'm) for (Macabi) Haifa! (A football team)

Yallah ya Nasrallah We'll fuck you up Inshallah (from arabic: with the help of god) We'll return you to Allah With all the Hizballah Yallah ya Nasrallah Get away from here you garbage It's been dictated from above by now That this is you end

You are puny, you are small You remind of an Orangutan You have fleas on the beard And soon you'll fly from here

You're a dead cockroach, you're a skunk You are starting to despair The IDF only asks for you In order to burn you up in fire

Even if you'd throw missiles at us Or threaten the Galil with Your friends from Syria and Iran Even if you'd drop more Katyushas here Know that there's no despair here anymore Together we'll get over the trouble

Yallah ya Nasrallah We'll fuck you up Inshallah (from arabic: with the help of god) We'll return you to Allah With all the Hizballah Yallah ya Nasrallah Get away from here you garbage It's been dictated from above by now That this is you end

So listen well you puny Hizballonchik (the hebrew diminutive on + the yiddish diminutive chik) And be ready, because soon all the IDF With the Apaches, the F16s, the ships The rockets, the tanks, the commando Paratroopers, Golani, Giv?ati Everyone... Everyone is coming to you for a visit... So breath a few deep breaths, and enjoy them Because these are your last breaths You Kalb (arabic curse: literary dog)

Yallah ya Nasrallah We'll fuck you up Inshallah (from arabic: with the help of god) We'll return you to Allah With all the Hizballah Yallah ya Nasrallah Get away from here you garbage It's been dictated from above by now That this is you end

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