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[rougerave]

Hear me out. So Dick and Jason have always known languages. Dick from his time traveling with the circus and Jason from his time sneaking into the library and devouring all types of books when he was still on the streets.

And because of this, they could connect more easily due to their shared love of language. (Cannon can kiss my ass thank you very much.)

They made it a point to learn new languages together, so much so that they even passed Bruce in the number of languages they knew and spoke.

This is the driving factor that brings them close when Jason comes from the whole dead and resurrected drama.

The problem comes that they think everyone speaks the same languages. Like they'll be speaking English one minute then the switch it up to Swahili because they forgot a word in English and then carry on speaking in a different language until they forget a word again and change languages.

Bruce is the only one who can mildly keep up with them, but other than that his completely lost because of the shear speed the switch up the language.

It gets irritating when they're all at the dinner table and the two oldest forget the names of simple things. Like salt.

"Hey Demon spar. Pass the *snaps fingers as he tries to remember the name* the 鹽 (jim4) [Cantonese]."

And poor Damian is so lost so he looks to Dick and Dick goes "άλας (álas) [Greek]" as if that's any better. And the poor baby is just so confused, so he looks to his baba because his baba should know but his baba also looks confused. And Alfred, bless his soul knows Greek so he goes, "The salt Master Damian. Master Jason is asking for the salt."

And the whole table is also very confused and irritated by this whole exchange.

When the eldest two argue, it's explosive and physical and confusing because of the mess of languages, and the only time you hear a spark of English is when one has a black eye and the other has a nose bleed and their both laying on their backs and the only words exchanged is, "Fuck you dickface." and, "Love you too Jay."

They hug it out then throw the middle finger over their backs, limp out the room and opposite ways of the hallway.

All this happens in the full view of the family and nobody asks what words were exchanged, nobody asks what they were fighting about, they just sit shell shocked, each and everytime.

Except Bruce, who gets majority of what was said. He sits with his head in his hands and let's out a dispointed sigh. "All this ruckes because of cake." He stands so he can go call his therapist (Clark).

[theerrorofmylife]

Witch Queen Ch. 5

Thorin x Witch!Reader

HAHAHAH I LIVE I'm so sorry its been so long, it was not my intention to let this rot in my drafts like I did. I spent an ungodly amount of time researching MORE about the swords, Khuzdul, and Quenya. I never thought I'd be conjugating a fake dwarven/ elvish language and yet, here we are. I also added in some non-cannon plot/lore, it will be important... eventually. Some of it is book accurate, but if it has to do with Witches, its just me.

Also, i was casually doing a chapter layout and this could be really, really, really long. For that reason I'll be tidying up the Masterlist and making the Witch Queen its own link to a separate listing for chapters, and I'm considering making it available on Ao3 for convenience. Let me know it if this would be easier, I'm thinking it would be. Chapters would be released simultaneously for consistency.

THIS IS FOR MATURE AUDIENCES, IF YOU ARE A MINOR THIS IS NOT FOR YOU, THIS IS 18+ UNDERSTAND ME????

WARNINGS: Lore, sad shit, non-cannon backgrounds, non-cannon lore, I'm trying to make these to as healthy of a relationship as possible but I don't have a good personal databank, SEX, mild smut, cunnilingus, Thorin knows how to use his mouth, these two are gonna get in trouble I swear, he's royalty, like, c'mon. All translations follow in italics unless translated by a character.

It never struck me that dwarves were picky eaters, but as I watched almost every single one of them pick and prod their meals, I almost laughed. They stabbed at the green leaves like they’d never seen them before. They were asking for meat and chips; I couldn’t help but huff a laugh. A large, callused hand placed itself on top of my thigh and I turned to my right, quickly tuning in to the conversation between Thorin, Gandalf, and Lord Elrond. 

“This is Orcrist, the Goblin Cleaver. A famous blade, one of a set…. It’s sister?” He narrowed his eyes at Thorin, but not in suspicion. 

“In possession of the Lady (Name).” Elrond looked from Thorin to me, a smirk rising to his lips, ill-hidden mischief in his eyes. 

“Tambë, sí násë ana anwaldë?” So, now he is giving you gifts? My face flushed a bright red. In almost every courting custom in Middle Earth, giving gifts was an important part of the courting process. Why do I get the feeling like I’m a child bringing my partner home to meet my father for the first time? Gandalf went pink in the face and started laughing quietly, his shoulders shaking a little. 

“Ála cartyalië, Hér Elrond! San mana cé cilnyë essë?” Don't make fun, Lord Elrond! So what if I choose him?

“Atarlda-” Your Father-

“Essë laië atarnya.” He is not my father. I cut him off, the mention of Thranduil nearly ruining my mood. Elrond went quiet and I saw in his eyes that he recognized this and decided to move on. 

“The two are very famous blades. Forged by the high Elves of the west. My kin. May they serve you both well.” He hands the blade back to Thorin who, while still very confused by the quick conversation between Elrond and I, took it with a grateful nod. He then took the broadsword from Gandalf. “And this is Glamdring, the Foe-Hammer, sword of the king of Gondolin. These were all made for the goblin wars of the first age. How did you come by these?” 

“We found them in a troll hoard on the Great East Road, shortly before we were ambushed by orcs.”

“And what were you doing on the Great East Road?” No one spoke up, and I realized at that moment that he had already caught on. Thorin stood, excusing himself from the table, and I followed, no longer hungry. We walked for some time, until we found a small chamber open to the evening air, tall pillars letting the sunset dance at our feet, the rush of a waterfall nearby. There was no furniture in the room. This place was so incredibly peaceful. 

“It seems this evening has given me more questions than answers.” Thorin spoke up, leaning his shoulder against a pillar to my left. I sighed, going to lean against the one directly in front of him. 

“I’m sorry, I am the reason for that.” He pushed off the pillar, coming to stand in front of me, taking my hands in his. I couldn’t meet his eyes, I felt horrible, everything I wanted to tell him about felt too complicated to put to words. His left hand raised to hold my face, his thumb brushing my cheekbone. 

“Let’s start with earlier, you said you’d tell me why you didn’t mind being the last witch.” I nodded. 

“Can we sit, at least?” He huffed a laugh and we sat on the floor, crossing our legs and facing each other.

“So?” I finally looked up. It was just Thorin and I but it was still weird to talk about. I looked out to my right, trying to focus on the valley below us instead of what I was saying. 

“Witches are extremely powerful, especially in the old days, when there were a lot of us. But the thing is, one of our greatest strengths comes when we make a pledge. It’s like forming an alliance, except it’s life and magic binding and allows us to practically destroy entire continents. A long time ago, before I was born, there were the Great Wars of the second age. This was the time of Sauron and Isildur. There was a witch, a man, who was one of three lords of Númenor corrupted by the rings of power. He pledged himself to Sauron, and became the Witch-King of Angmar. Thorin, he did terrible things. He is part of the reason there are so few witches left in the world. He is the reason I don’t mind being alone. If we are capable of such evil, such horrible, heinous acts… maybe it’s a good thing there aren’t many of us.” Neither of us spoke for a while, but I could feel him staring at me. 

“You are not him, Amrâlimê…” 

“I could be. If something happened to you, or to the boys-” I had grown close to them, Fili and Kili. I knew if I let anything happen, I’d do terrible things, I’d be out of my mind. He reached forward, grabbing my hands and pulling me and turning me until I sat with my back against his chest, his thighs on either side of my body. I leaned my head back and he pressed a kiss to my cheek as he wrapped his arms around me. 

“Nothing will happen.” I huffed in response and he kissed my cheek again. “Tell me, what did you and Lord Elrond speak of at dinner? It upset you.” Oh. Right. My face went hot again. 

“He was teasing me about you giving me gifts. Then he brought up Thranduil... That’s what made me upset…” he hummed in understanding. 

“He did not say Thranduil’s name, I would not have known.” This was going to be a tough conversation. I had been worrying that when he found out my relation to Thranduil he would hate me just as he does the Elf king. 

“Atar… it means father in Quenya.” I physically felt him stop moving for a second. 

“Thranduil is your father…?” I shook my head. 

“No, not by blood at least. He took my mother and I in when I was born. He practically raised me, but I haven’t spoken with him in almost 70 years. Not since…” he hugged me tighter. “He just left you, and I…” 

“What happened then is over, Amrâlimê. I do not forgive him, but I do not, for one second, hold you responsible for the actions of your father.” My whole body felt empty, like I was trying to piece a puzzle together after not having all the pieces for years. 

“Can I say something? You might find it hard to hear.” My back was warming with his heat. He hummed a yes, always. 

“Just as you do not hold me to my father’s actions, I don’t not hold you to the expectations that others had for your father.” He went still again. “If things don’t go as planned, if we cannot reclaim the mountain, you cannot work yourself to death trying,” I sat up, turning to face him, “You do enough just trying, your people are happy, and if you have the chance at a good life then that is what you aim for.” His mouth was a hard line, but his eyes held something else. They were narrowed like he was intently listening, but his eyes themselves had a light in them, like he wasn’t upset with what I was saying. 

“If I have a life with you, no matter how long or short or prosperous or poor it may be, if it is with you, then it shall be a good and happy life.” My ears went hot this time as well as my cheeks, and I grinned with crinkled eyes. I pressed my forehead to his with closed eyes. He sighed into it, his whole body relaxing. We sat together for some time, talking about little things here and there, and soon the sun had left us completely, and the moon swept in a cool breeze on glittering silver light. 

 “Come, as much as I love sitting with you, you’re gross, and so am I.” He laughed and hauled us both to our feet, stretching our legs and beginning the long walk to the bathhouses. His ring finger looped with mine as we walked, slowly creeping through the dark halls. We could hear the other company members in the farthest room in the eastern wing of the estate. 

“Seems they’re all having a wonderful time.” I remarked, feeling chills run down my arms as Thorin wrapped a hand around my waist. I smiled and leaned into him, kissing his lips before walking off, slowly leading him down the halls to the bathhouses. We approached the three rooms, men’s, women’s, and the private house to the back. “I’ll be in the one back there.” I pointed all the way down the hall, to the two white double doors. He nodded, leaning down for one more kiss and he was gone, closing the door behind him as he went into the men’s room. As soon as the doors clicked closed I released all the breath from my lungs. I was alone for the first time since Gandalf showed up at my door three months ago. Now that Thorin was gone I felt myself drag, my feet trudging along the stone tiles, and I slowly pried my way into the private bathroom.

It would be more accurate to call the bathroom a bath-hall. The long, rectangular room had high walls with little alcoves carved into silvery stone. An inner row of tall pillars lined the large rectangular pool with an open-air ceiling, moonlight pouring in. There were walls lined with benches and tables, each littered with small vials and bowls, each with their own oils and dried herbs. I stood in the entrance of the room, dazed for a moment. Three months without a proper bathroom and suddenly I forget just how it all works. Muscle memory snaps into motion though, and my feet move me to the nearest bench, slipping off my shoes before walking over to one of the tables, securing two towels and a handful of little bottles. Setting the towels down on the beach by my shoes, I stripped off my clothes, tossing them on the floor without care. Grabbing the bottles, I placed two of them on the edge of the pool. One was Night Blossom scented and was for my body while the other was orchid scented and for my hair. If I was gonna be out there for another 4-6 months without another proper bath, I may as well take advantage of it. Steam rolled off the water, little petals danced on the surface as they fell from the open ceiling. I slipped my foot in, the heat tingling as it warmed my cold skin, but it wasn’t horrible. I eased my way in fully, the water only coming up to my hips. In the center of the pool was a raised block of stone that served as a submerged bench, and I sat so that the water sloshed just above my chest. 

I soaked in the heat, letting my limbs wane from the freezing tingling sensation to a warm buzz. I spent several minutes dipping my hair into the water, scrubbing out the dirt and grime, scrubbing my arms and legs until they were tinted red. I was never one for letting grime build on my person, it just wasn’t comfortable for me. Once I felt clean enough, I moved to the edge where I sat on a bench, leaning back and closed my eyes, letting my body relax once again.

There was knocking at the door. My eyes pried open. My arms felt so warm and loose, I didn’t want to get up. 

“My Lady?” Thorin sounded concerned from the other side of the door. I hummed in response, loud enough that I’m sure he heard it from beyond the door. The door clicked open and I turned, pressing my chest to the wall, hiding behind the edge for some semblance of decency.  I’ve spent 3 months with a group of men in situations where the best bath was a river; total privacy was unheard of at this point. 

“You know, it’s highly indecent for a King to look upon his courtship while they’re in the bath. People will talk.” His lips twitched up into a smirk, eyes narrowed. 

“I believe we’ve passed the point of indecency, Âzyungâl.” I snorted, crossing my arms over the edge and resting my head against them, taking in the picture before me. His hair was down and dripping, the little braids in his hair gone. He was also incredibly shirtless. Water dripped down his shoulders, over his chest, and farther down. I had seen him shirtless before, but only for extremely short periods of time. This was… purposeful. He was only wearing his pants, the hem getting wet as the water kept dripping. I was staring at his pants- I tore my eyes from his figure to meet his eyes. I don’t know what happened to me, but what shyness I once had was crushed by curiosity and bravado. 

“You seem to have already bathed, My King. Will you still join me?” Anxiety turned in my stomach as the words left my mouth. I swear I hadn’t touched the wine from dinner. This was all me. His eyes widened and I felt a cold prick of fear, thinking the worst, but his grin remained, like he couldn’t believe his ears. His thumbs hooked onto the waistband of his pants and my shyness came back with a vengeance. I turned, trying to play off my reddening face by standing and coolly wading away from the edge of the pool just a few feet. I heard him step in, taking to wrapping my arms around my chest for some coverage. 

He walked closer, the water moving around my hips as his hands smoothed over my sides to wrap around me. 

“Is this alright?” His voice gave me chills. I nodded, losing my voice to the wonderful feeling of bare contact. The heat of the water felt like nothing compared to the heat of his chest pressed against my back. I relaxed back into him, his head falling on my shoulder as he relaxed into me in return. His hands ran up and down my sides, moving down to squeeze my hips before moving back up to ghost over my ribs, brushing the underside of my breasts as he did so. I hugged my arms tighter around my chest to stave off the growing want in my lower abdomen. We stayed like that for a while until the water started to cool. 

“Mm…” Thorin grumbled, and I chuckled low in my chest, lowering one of my hands from around my chest, letting my fingers dip into the water and skirt around the surface, moving my hand to create little swirls in the water. Focusing on my own body heat mingling with Thorin’s, the water grew warmer until steam slowly rose from the surface once again. Thorin sighed into my shoulder, placing lingering kisses along my shoulder and up my neck. This time I happily leaned my head away, allowing him access. His hands grabbed my hips hard as he placed open mouthed kisses up my neck, up my jaw, to the spot just behind my ear. This is the first time we’ve been truly alone, no worry of the others coming in, no imminent threat. Just peace. Peace and the throbbing ache between my legs that was slowly driving me crazy. He was driving me crazy. 

I made up my mind quickly. Turning slowly, I moved my hands to hold his face, gently pulling him closer to meet my lips. It was slow at first, gentle and easy, but I got curious again, and began to kiss him a little harder, moving my hands from his jaw to the back of his head. He kissed harder, lips bruising, open mouthed and starving. I tangled my fingers in his hair and hardened my grip, pushing my chest up so that we were pressed against each other. What I can only describe as a short growl came from Thorin as his hands gripped bruisingly on my hips, one lowering to grab the cleft of my rear, lifting me to my tiptoes while the other moved to the small of my back, pressing me further into his chest. I lifted my leg that his hand was holding only a little, enough to hook my knee on his thigh, just enough so that he’d get the idea. 

He pulled his head away and he was looking down at me, eyes dark and gloating. A whimper was startled out of me as his hands reached down and grabbed the back of both of my thighs, hoisting me up to wrap my legs around his waist. I thanked every instinct in me that told me to tighten my core so I wouldn’t fall backwards. Walking over to the left, he sat me on the very edge of the bath. I sat a few inches taller than him on the ledge and it felt dizzying to be looking down at him like this. The water swayed around his hips as he pressed himself between my legs, hands wrapping around my thighs to rub circles to the inside with his thumbs. I placed my own hands on his jaw, tilting his chin up to press my lips to his heavily. He growled against my lips, hands leaving my thighs to thread one of his hands through my hair, tugging the hair at the nape of my neck. The other moved down my body, trailing down my abdomen, over my navel, and pausing above my sex. 

“Jalâ'gul astni azrul 'ala.” Tell me you want this.

“Azrul 'ala, Amrâlimê.” I want this, My Love.

He doesn’t waste his time, callused hand dipping between my legs to press his thumb to my clit. He pressed slow, agonizing circles into the already throbbing nerves and the sharp sensation made my thighs tense around his waist. My head is pulled back, and I hissed as he roughly kissed my neck, then my collarbone, then mouthing over my chest until he wrapped his lips around the bud. I slide my hands from his jaw to the back of his neck, weaving my fingers through his hair. The finger pressed against my clit moved away and I whined until he pressed the pad of his pointer finger against my entrance, slowly sliding his finger in as he continued to lap, suck and nip at my breasts. His hand detangled from my hair and wrapped around my hip, holding me firm as I tried to buck my hips into his hand. It felt incredible, a burning, tight, wonderful feeling that only got stronger. He rolled his tongue and my eyes rolled back. He pulled his hand away for a second only to add his middle finger. His hands were callused and rough, and they were big. 

We shouldn’t be doing this, he’s practically a king, but I didn’t want to stop, not now, not ever. A gasp left my chest as he shifted his hand between my thighs and pressed his thumb against my clit once again. I could feel my body getting hot as he slowly moved his finger in and out of me and his thumb resuming heavy circles. My chest was heaving, eyes heavily lidded and hyper focused on his own. They were a dark, stormy gray-blue, and staring at me, trailing up and down my body. 

“Lay back.” I could feel my heart pick up rapidly as I eased myself back onto my elbows. As I did his hands ran themselves down my back until they firmly grabbed the back of the hips, pulling them to the edge of the pool. I held his gaze, anxiety and desperation mixing into an ugly feeling in my gut. As cool and natural as I seemed at this, I had never actually done it. My only knowledge source was the books I had read, and those can’t prepare you for everything. I was moving based on feeling, want, desire, whatever my body and my mind said felt right. 

“Mahal… you’re perfect.” He was taking in the sight of me, legs spread, body leaned back and open to him. I felt my body shiver as the water on my skin turned cool in the air, nerves spiking. My heart jumped in my throat as he leaned down to place lingering kisses on my hips, taking his time as he made his way lower and lower, kissing my hips, the top of my thighs, the inside of my thighs, all the way down to my knees. I had never, ever, read about this. I’m practically panting, eyes hazy as I watch him worship my thighs. 

“Puitho…” My face flushed as the curse left my lips, staring down into his eyes as he made his way back up. My knees, the inside of my thighs, the tops. I could feel his breath on my sex. His hands tightened on the back of my hips. 

“Tell me… tell me it’s too much and I will stop.” I shook my head so fast I got dizzy. 

“Avo dharo... Please, please, please don’t stop.” It came out like a whine, and I watched as his eyes rolled back, adoring the way I pleaded for him. Thankfully I didn’t have to say anything else because he quickly moved forwards, holding me still as he used the point of his tongue to lick from my entrance up to my clit in one swipe. My whole body tensed at the sharp pleasure, and I fell softly onto my back, hands reaching down to thread into his hair. He repeated it over and over, switching from the point of his tongue to the flat then back again. My back arched, my head pressing against the floor. All too soon he stopped, pressing quick, soft kisses to the very apex of my thighs.

“Ibrêj… you are absolutely perfect.” He said something in Khuzdul, but I didn’t pay any attention to it. I squirmed, my hips twitching in his hands. A startled gasp jolted out of me as he placed a rough kiss to my clit, wrapping his lips around it, sucking and mouthing and smoothing it over with his tongue. He played with me for several seconds, flicking and circling my clit with his tongue until I was squirming worse, desperate to gain something rougher. My heels dug into the pool wall under the water and I was glad for it, because I used that little bit of leverage to move my hips. He growled into my cunt and the sound made my stomach do flips. I whined as he let go of my clit, but I was satisfied again as he ran his tongue along my entrance again, one of his hands sliding over my abdomen to press down on my navel while his thumb pressed on my clit. I was in heaven, truly, my hips twitching but unable to freely move with every sharp tang of pleasure, his tongue playing with my cunt while his thumb played with my clit was absolutely amazing. 

I lost my ability to speak as the tightening pleasure in my navel reduced me to whimpering and short panting breaths. I tugged on his hair, my hips twitching and grinding against his mouth. Low hums of approval came from Thorin. I had never felt this good, not ever. Suddenly a sharp, tight sensation started at the very center of my cunt and it felt like I was getting dizzier with every swipe of his tongue.

“Thorin… ah- puitho- Thorin!” I could hardly think, it was like a match being struck and suddenly my cunt was squeezing around nothing while wave after wave of suffocating pleasure wracked my body. My head fell backwards as my hips twitched and arched off the floor. One after another, it was like my body was tightening and releasing for several seconds. The throbbing sensation dulled slowly until I was drained. When the daze finally cleared, I took an agonizing breath, my whole-body limp on the stone floor. Thorin was still between my legs, softly kissing my thighs. My fingers slowly relaxed in his hair, slowly pulling away. I tried to sit up but found that my body was too tired. From my neck to my arms, my back all the way down to my feet, it was like the energy had been drained out of me.

“Shhh, Amrâlimê.” 

He pulled me up by my hands and my stomach did flips as I reoriented myself. I felt heavy and light at the same time, like my body was void of all energy and my head was void of all thought. He leaned forwards slowly and pressed his lips to mine, and I welcomed him gladly. Whatever that was, I want more. I tried to lean into the kiss but found that I was swaying, my body still low on energy. Maybe later… not right now.

We spent another half hour in the water, in each other’s company, but we did nothing more. He didn’t try to go any further and I didn’t ask him to. What we had already done was enough for now, and he seemed more than satisfied with himself. Almost gloating, his ego was clearly having a field day. After we had dried and dressed in something fairly clean, we make our way to the hall the Elves lent us for a few nights. But the hall was near empty. Not one dwarf or singular hobbit could be found in any of the rooms towards the front of the hall. In fact, all 13 of them were huddled in one room at the very back of the hall.

We sat in the singular room, scattered on the floor and on benches around a fireplace in the far right of the room. To our backs was a balcony looking out across the valley, and far across the room were the two double doors that Dwalin wouldn’t stop watching. I sat on the floor, my back pressed against a column with Thorin at my side. My shoulder jostled as Thorin passed a venison cube to me. Bomber and Ori had been cooking their own food over the fire, making snide little comments about Elvish foods as they passed around pieced of meat and bread. As they spoke, I had food passed to me from every direction; Thorin was passing me food from my left, Ori was handing me food from my right, and Fili and Kili were throwing food over the fire at me. I know Dwarves eat a lot, and Hobbits eat more, so why in Elentári’s name was I being given this much? I let the thought die in my mind as we laughed loudly with each other, joking and trying to ease ourselves before the journey continued. A knock came from the door, and everyone fell deathly silent. I looked to Dwalin and met his eyes as he looked between Thorin and I. Looking to Thorin I gave a near imperceivable nod and Thorin gave Dwalin silent permission to open the door. A tall, lanky blond Elf stood there; his eyes fixed on some unknown focal point in the distance. I can’t tell if its respect or distain that causes this.

“The Lord Elrond requests the audience of Thorin Oakenshield.” No one moved for a moment, all staring at Thorin. With a nod he stood, and Balin, Bilbo, and I stood with him. None of us said anything as we were escorted down the winding halls, down deeper into the Elven estate. We were brought into a chamber hidden under the cliffside, a waterfall pouring from the room above and falling like a curtain over the edge of the room. Unlike other rooms, this one had no columns or railing to indicate where the edge of the floor was. Instead, it was open on the entire back half of the room, looking out without barrier. All I could do was stare out into the sky, the moon lighting up every inch of the room. Something felt… off. Between the time we were called into this room and the moment we walked through the threshold, something pivotal happened. Someone else is in Rivendell.

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Piutho: Sindarin for the "Fuck"

Avo dharo: Sindarin for "Don't stop"

Ibrêj: Khuzdul for "Astounding"

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Ve Sallallâhu ála hayri halki Muhammedin ve âlihi ve sahbihi ecmain.

Ve selleme tesliman kesiran bi rahmetike ya erhamer rahimin.

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Sprievodca Češtinou a Slovenčinou pre cudzincov

Zvažujem že by som spravila nejakú sériu príspevkov kde by som zdokumentovala lingvistické podobnosti a rozdiely češtiny a slovenčiny. Nielen preto, že som sama zvedavá, ako sa naše jazyky vyvinuli, ale aj preto, aby sme my, nedocenený národ Český a Slovenský, mali čo ukázať Američanom zvyšku sveta v prípadoch, keď budú mať sprosté otázky.

Začala by som ortografiou, hlavne rozdielmi v abecede (poukázala na písmenka ako ô, ä, ř, ě, ů, atď.) a ako rozpoznať slovenčinu od češtiny na základe textu.

Rada by som poukázala na prozodické vlastnosti reči (prízvuk na prvej slabike, slovenské rytmické krátenie, české skracovanie ála “chtělbys” vs chtěl by si)

Zdokumentovala by som pádové koncovky, skloňovanie a hláskové zmeny v slovách

A samozrejme urobila nejakého sprievodcu naprieč slovnou zásobou. Tu by som nielen poukázala na slová ktoré máme odlišné, ale aj na slová podobné, slová identické a samozrejme falošných kamarátov (pokoj, horký, chudý, tvář, atď.)

Je niečo konkrétne, čo by ste chceli mať zdokumentované v prípade núdze? Niečo na čo sa vás už ľudia spýtali a vy ste im nevedeli dať poriadnu odpoveď?

Chcem len podotknúť, že toto by bol lingvistický sprievodca pre cudzincov, tak by som to všetko vysvetľovala približne ako základoškolákom. Neskôr by som možno zašla do väčšieho detailu.

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Sending blessings upon the Prophet ﷺ is one of the greatest acts of worship encouraged in Islam, and it is one of the most beneficial supplications for a person in this world and the hereafter, and it is one of the requirements of loving, venerating and respecting the Prophet ﷺ and giving him his rights. Allah, may He be exalted, says (interpretation of the meaning):

“Allah sends His Salât (Graces, Honours, Blessings, Mercy) on the Prophet and also His angels (ask Allah to bless and forgive him). O you who believe! Send your Salât on (ask Allah to bless him), and (you should) greet (salute) him with the Islamic way of greeting (salutation i.e. As¬Salâmu 'Alaikum)”

[AL-AHZAAB 33:56].

The Prophet ﷺ also urged us to do that and explained that it brings a multiple reward and that it is a means of attaining forgiveness of sins and having one’s needs met. He ﷺ said: “Whoever sends blessings upon me once, Allah will send blessings upon him tenfold and will erase from him ten misdeeds and raise him ten degrees in status.” Narrated by an-Nasaa’i (1297); classed as saheeh by al-Albaani in Saheeh Sunan an-Nasaa’i.

The virtue of sending blessings upon the Prophet ﷺ does not benefit the Prophet ﷺ only; rather it also benefits the one who sends blessings on him. The virtue mentioned in the hadiths quoted above and in other hadiths benefits the one who sends blessings upon the Prophet ﷺ.

Durood and its meaning.

اللَّهُمَّ صَلِّ عَلَى مُحَمَّدٍ، وَعَلَى آلِ مُحَمَّدٍ، كَمَا صَلَّيْتَ عَلَى إِبْرَاهِيمَ وَعَلَى آلِ إِبْرَاهِيمَ، إِنَّكَ حَمِيدٌ مَجِيدٌ،

اللَّهُمَّ بَارِكْ عَلَى مُحَمَّدٍ، وَعَلَى آلِ مُحَمَّدٍ، كَمَا بَارَكْتَ عَلَى إِبْرَاهِيمَ، وَعَلَى آلِ إِبْرَاهِيمَ، إِنَّكَ حَمِيدٌ مَجِيدٌ

“Allaahumma salli ‘ala Muhammad wa ‘ala Aali Muhammad kama salayta ‘ala Ibrahim wa ‘ala aali Ibraaheem innaka hameedun majeed,

Allahumma baarik ‘ala Muhammad wa ‘ala Aali Muhammad kama baarakta ‘ala Ibrahim wa ála aali Ibraaheem innaka hameedun majeed.

O Allah! Send Your Mercy on Muhammad and on the family of Muhammad, as You sent Your Mercy on Abraham and on the family of Abraham, for You are the Most Praise-worthy, the Most Glorious.

O Allah! Send Your Blessings on Muhammad and the family of Muhammad, as You sent your Blessings on Abraham and on the family of Abraham, for You are the Most Praise-worthy, the Most Glorious.'

(SAHIH BUKHARI)

[pizza-liebe]

46, 50

46. Selfie

ist aber vor ca. 2 Wochen gewesen, mache nicht so häufig selfies haha 😅

50. 10 Fakten

1. Ich trinke keinen Alkohol

2. Ich trinke keinen Kaffee

3. Ich liebe es zu reisen 🌍

4. Ich studiere etwas im sozialen Bereich

5. Ich kann mir sehr gut vorstellen, mit meinem Freund auszuwandern. ✈️

6. Ich versuche so zu leben, dass ich am Ende nichts bereue - vor allem nicht Dinge zu bereuen nicht gemacht zu haben

7. Ich tanze gerne (auch im Verein)

8. Ich war lange in der DLRG (ála Baywatch😅)

9. Ich liebe Tiere und bin mit Tieren aufgewachsen 🐶❤️

10. Ich denke immer zu viel nach und mache mir viele Sorgen

[languagehealing]

50 Beginner Navajo Words

(This is a re-make of my old Navajo word lists, all compiled into one post and edited/modified). Note that some words have multiple possible translations/spellings into Navajo!

Pink – Dinilchíí’

Red - Łichíí’

Orange - Łitsxo

Yellow – Łitso

Green - Ch'il Dootł’izh

Blue – Yá Dootł'izh

Purple - Tsédidééh Dootł’izh

Brown – Dibéłchí’í

Black – Łizhin

Gray - Łibá

White - Łigai

1 – T’ááłá’í

2 – Naaki

3 – Táá’

4 – Dį́į́’

5 – Ashdla'

6 – Hastą́ą́

7 – Tsosts'id

8 – Tseebíí

9 – Náhást'éí

10 – Neeznáá

Head – Atsiits'iin

Hair – Atsii'

Eye – Anáá’

Ear - Ajaa'

Nose – Áchį́į́h

Mouth – Azéé’

Arm - Agaan

Leg - Ajáád

Hand - Ála'

Foot - Akee'

Mother – Amá

Father – Azhé’é

Children - Ałchíní

Daughter (A Woman's) – Ach’é’é

Son (A Woman's) – Ayáázh

Sister (Older) – Ádí

Brother (Older) – Ánaaí

Grandma (Maternal) – Amásání

Grandpa (Maternal) – Acheii

Aunt (Maternal) – Amá Yázhí

Uncle (Maternal) – Adá’í

Clothes – Éé'

Shirt – Deijį'éé’

Pants – Tł'ajį'éé'

Shoe – Ké

Water - Tó

Bread - Bááh

Cat - Mósí

Dog - Łééchąą’í

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[fitriaprin]

half deen series

Menara 165, Jakarta Selatan

Satu Solusi Dari Sang Rabbi

disampaikan oleh ustadz Muhammad Nuzul Dzikri حفظه الله

Efek kupu-kupu (butterfly effect) adalah istilah dalam teori kekacauan yang berhubungan dengan ”ketergantungan yang peka terhadap kondisi awal” di mana perubahan kecil pada satu tempat dalam suatu sistem taklinear dapat mengakibatkan perbedaan besar dalam keadaan kemudian.

Istilah yang pertama kali dipakai oleh Edward Norton Lorenz ini merujuk pada sebuah pemikiran bahwa kepakan sayap kupu-kupu di hutan belantara Brazil secara teori dapat menghasilkan tornado di Texas beberapa bulan kemudian.

Taori black hole, teori ini dapat memberikan pesan hukum sebab akibat itu nyata tapi ada juga yang memberikan efek samar dan dapat disimpulkan bahwa alam ini ada yg berkuasa dan ada yg mengatur yaitu Allah.

kunci-kunci semua yang gaib ada pada-Nya; tidak ada yang mengetahui selain Dia. Dia mengetahui apa yang ada di darat dan di laut. Tidak ada sehelai daun pun yang gugur yang tidak diketahui-Nya. Tidak ada sebutir biji pun dalam kegelapan bumi dan tidak pula sesuatu yang basah atau yang kering, yang tidak tertulis dalam Kitab yang nyata (Lauh Mahfuzh).

Scientist mengemukakan tentang dark matter, bahwa terdapat 70% lebih materi di alam semesta ini yang masih belum diketahui.

Tapi ilmu Allah itu mencakup semua hal. Jangan pernah merasa sok tahu, karena ada Allah Al-Qadir (Yang Maha Berkuasa) yang memiliki alam semesta ini.

Nama-nama besar di dunia menggunakan kecerdasannya untuk sami’na wa atho’na (kami dengar, kami taat).

Seperti kisah nabi Musa, apakah ada yang bisa menjelaskan bagaimana tongkat bisa membelah lautan? Musa yang cerdas hanya bersikap sami’na wa atho’na. Lalu ketika menanyakan dimana bisa bertemu Khidir, Allah menjawab, bawalah ikan dimana ikan itu hilang disitu lah Khidir. Musa hanya bersikap sami’na wa atho’na. (dalam surah al-kahfi)

Lain hal dengan Nabi Nuh, diminta Allah membuat kapal besar padahal posisinya di gurun, dia hanya sami’na wa atho’na.

Mereka hanya patuh, nggak ngeyel dan rewel.

Solusi dari Allah memang suka nggak masuk akal, maka jangan lagi sok tau. Jika masih ada 70% materi di semesta yang masih gelap, kisah-kisah nabi diberikan solusi yang nggak masuk akal, Allah mengatur kehidupan di dunia dengan ilmu-Nya yang tidak terpikir oleh logika.

Begitupun dalam kehidupan rumah tangga, harus taat, harus sadar bahwa Allah lah yang berkuasa atas segalanya. Kita sebagai manusia biasa dilarang menjadi sok tahu, sok bisa, sok hebat, dll.

Allah-lah yang menciptakan tujuh langit dan seperti itu pula bumi. Perintah Allah berlaku padanya, agar kamu mengetahui bahwasanya Allah Maha Kuasa atas segala sesuatu, dan sesungguhnya Allah ilmu-Nya benar-benar meliputi segala sesuatu.

At Talaq ayat 12

Kita dapat belajar dari banyak kisah-kisah untuk mendapatkan hikmahnya.

Contohnya dari sejarah Kapal Titanic di tahun 1912 yang hanya melaut sehari di atas lautannya Allah. Salah satu kapten kapal tersebut mengatakan, ‘bahkan Tuhan tidak akan bisa menenggelamkan kapal ini’. Innallaha ála kulli syaiin qadir, sadarlah, Allah yang Berkuasa atas segala sesuatu. Jangan sok tau. Dan kalian tau apa yang menyebabkan kapal ini tenggelam? Bukan cuma karena menabrak gunung es, tapi karena kesalahan kru kapal. Kesombongan akan kalah dengan kelakuan (kebodohan) sendiri.

Lalu di abad 18, ada panglima nomor satu di Perancis, dia sudah menguasai beberapa negara di Eropa sebut saja, Belgia, Belanda, Sebagian Jerman, Spanyol, sebagian Italia yang bernama Napoleon Bonaparte. Dia dapat menaklukan segitu banyak negara, tapi dia tidak bisa menaklukan satu wanita pun, yaitu istrinya, Josephine. Josephine berselingkuh, dia bercerai dan menikah dengan wanita lain dan memiliki keturunan dan pernikahan tersebut. Napoleon menghabiskan sisa hidupnya di tahanan, dan ketika ditanyakan apa yang kamu cintai, dia menyebutkan Josephine jadi salah satu hal yang amat dia cintai. Dia bahkan tidak menyebutkan istri yang memberikan dia anak. Apa yang bisa diambil dari sejarah ini? Innallaha ’ala kulli syaiin qadir, yang menguasai hati istrinya Napoleon.

Dari kisah kisah titanic dan napoleon Allah ingin berpesan kepada kita Allah lah yg maha kuasa, maha mengusai segala sesuatu, dan sekalipun manusia berkuasa dan pintar mereka butuh Allah dan tidak bisa mengandalkan diri sendiri karena ilmu Allah maha luas dan maha meliputi apapun itu.

Kasus perceraian di Indonesia di tahun 2018 ada 400 ribu dan 400 ribu pasangan ini di awal pernikahan mereka optimis dapat mengarungi rumah tangga dengan pasangan mereka masing-masing, mereka yakin dengan cinta mereka, tapi akhirnya cerai karena hal yang mudah bagi Allah membolak balikan hati 300 ribu diantaranya gugatan dari istri. Sejarah mencatat demikian.

Siapa yang bisa mejamin, cinta yang hadir ketika akad akan bersemi hingga 15 tahun, hingga 40 tahun pernikahan? Apa iya hanya dengan cinta semua akan baik-baik saja? Napoleon sudah membuktikan uang, tahta tidak bisa menaklukan wanitanya.

Jadikan rumah tangga sebagai kendaraan untuk bertakwa kepada Allah.

Rumah tangga bukanlah tujuan yang ketika menikah maka merasa telah sampai.

Namun, jadikan rumah tangga sebagai kendaraan/sarana untuk bertakwa kepada Allah, agar terus berjalan, hingga tujuan yang sebenarnya, yaitu ridha Allah, surganya Allah.

Dan perjalanan dalam rumah tangga ini, kita membutuhkan soulmate, teman  yang berkendara bersama dalam suka maupun duka. Karena perjalanan ini akan panjang maka bahan bakarpun akan habis. Maka ilmulah sebagai bahan bakarnya. Kita butuh nasihat, support dari pasangan kita.

Ketika seorang hamba menikah, berarti dia telah menyempurnakan setengah agamanya. Maka bertaqwalah kepada Allah pada setengah sisanya. (HR. Baihaqi)

Kuncinya adalah takwa.

Allah berjanji dalam surah At-Talaq ayat 2-3 bahwa dengan bertakwa, masalah akan selesai dan Allah beri rezeki dari arah yang tak kita duga-duga.

Lalu apa itu takwa?

Al Hafidz Ibnu Rajab : Membuat benteng antara dirinya dengan sesuatu yang ditakuti atau dihindari. Yang ditakuti adalah azab dan siksa Allah.

Hasan Al Basri: Menjalankan perintah, menjauhi larangan Allah.

Thalq bin Habib : Melakukan ketaatan kepada Allah berdasarkan cahaya dari Allah karena mengharap pahala dariNya, meninggalkan segala bentuk maksiat kepada Allah berdasarkan cahaya dari Nya, karena takut siksaNya.

Cahaya yang dimaksud adalah ilmu.

Takwa harus pakai ilmu, dan niatkan hanya untuk mendapat ridhonya Allah.  Kalau mau pernikahan berhasil dan mau dimudahkan maka bertakwalah (lakukan perintah, jauhi larangan). Karena kembali lagi, ada yang berkuasa di kehidupan ini. Solusi dan tujuannya harus ketakwaan.

Ada tiga hal ketakwaan dalam pernikahan :

1. Takwa pra-nikah

✨ kondisi ketakwaan diri sendiri

Pastikan kondisi ketakwaan kita bagus saat melangkah menuju pintu pernikahan, karena Allah akan memberi solusi hanya kepada orang yang bertakwa. Kalau dalam kondisi nggak bertakwa jauh dari pertolongan Allah biarpun ada hidayah (karena Allah Ar-rahman Ar-rahiim dan ampunan Allah) tapi siapa yang bisa menjamin.

Kisah Ummar bin Khattab dan gadis penjual susu.

Yang dari ketakwaan gadis itu (tetap takwa dan tidak mau mencampur susu dgn air walaupun umar tidak melihat tapi Allah umar meliht kita) dia dinikahkan dengan salah satu anak Umar Bin Khattab, lalu dikaruniai anak yang menjadi khulafaur rasyidin, Umar bin Abdul Aziz. Ini adalah bukti keberkahan rumah tangga.

Dari kisah ini kita bisa petik adalah pernikahan yg diridhoi Allah itu bukan hasil dari pacaran tapi dengan cara meningkatkan takwa sehingga akan mendapatkan jodoh yg terbaik padahal kan hal yang dilakukan gadis tersebut kecil menurut akal kita hanya tidak mau mencapur air susu dengan air (kejujuran) tapi efeknya besar (teori efek kupu-kupu)

Tidak perlu bertukar CV, tidak perlu cari kesana kemari, tidak perlu traveling bareng sebelum menikah, tidak perlu pasang foto mesra menjelang pernikahan, pasti akan ada orang baik yang melamar. Cerita bertemu jodoh seperti ini dan memiliki keturunan yang shalih shalihah sudah banyak terjadi.

Imam Malik Bin Annas : burung itu berkumpul hanya sama yang sejenis. Begitu pula manusia.

Orang-orang yang berkualitas mencari pasangan hidup pasti milih-milih, memilih laki-laki yang bisa memimpin, memilih perempuan yang anggun, patuh, penyayang. Allah nggak akan zalim. The best will come for the best.

✨ Pilih yang bertakwa

Memilih sosok yang dijamin ketakwaannya. Bagaimana caranya? Dengan cara yang gak instan, it comes naturally. Banyak insiden taaruf yang gagal, karena memanipulasi CV. Bukan taaruf dengan bertukar CV tidak boleh, silahkan saja, tapi bagaimana prosesnya. Kita tidak boleh naif, lakukan observasi. Cari tau temannya, kegiatannya, keluarganya seperti apa.

✨ Pilih yang mentakwakan

Pilih yang membuat kita dapat mempertahankan dan semakin membuat kita bertakwa.

Ibnul Qayyim berkata : rasa cinta itu meliputi 2 faktor, sifat dan sikap baik dan pertautan ruh (chemistry dengan porsi yang dalam)

Maksudnya cinta itu sangat personal, yang bermain itu ruh. Kalau sudah ruh bertautan walaupun disakiti tetap jatuh cinta dan kalau ruh sudah bersatu maka akan saling mensupport seperti sabda Rasulullah صلى الله عليه وسلم : ”Ruh-ruh itu (seperti) pasukan yang mengelompok, maka ruh-ruh yang saling kenal akan menjadi akrab, adapun ruh-ruh yang tidak saling kenal akan menjadi saling tidak cocok.”

Dalam surah ar-rum ayat 21, Allah ciptakan dari diri kalian, istri. Pasangan kalau benar-benar ingin jadi true love itu harus lahir dari diri dan jiwa serta ruh. kalau sudah begitu bisa membuat kita bertakwa.

Apabila syahwat dan syariat cocok, itulah kenikmatan.

2. Takwa di saat pernikahan

💌 Pada saat hari pernikahan kita, kenalkan diri kita kepada Allah pada saat hari kebahagian, maka pada saat sempit atau susah Allah akan bantu kita, seperti sabda Rasulullah صلى الله عليه وسلم :

"Kenalilah Allah di waktu lapang (senang), niscaya Allah akan mengenalimu di waktu sulit."

(HR. Tirmidzi)

Maka disunnahkan pada saat acara akad dibacakan ke 3 surat yg isinya takwa,

Ali Imran ayat 102

An nisa ayat 1

Al Ahzab ayat 71

Kenyataannya, ketika menggelar acara pernikahan, banyak yang lebih fokus pada acaranya. Padahal dalam khutbah nikah pun yang ditekankan adalah perintah agar kita bertakwa pada Allah.

💌 Ketika berumah tangga, jagalah keimanan. Agar pasangan bertakwa, fokuslah pada diri sendiri untuk bertakwa terlebih dahulu.

Pada masa H+1 sampe hari hari berlangsung pernikahan, isi dengan melaksanakan kewajiban-kewajiban yang di syariatkan oleh agama Allah (inget teori kupu-kupu), telat shalat subuh bisa menyebabkan istri jadi nggak nurut, nggak nyambung banget?

Nyambung lah karena Allah yang maha pembolak balik hati pasangan kita, anak kita maka kalau kita tidak taat sama Allah, apa susahnya Allah merubah perangai anggota keluarga kita)

💌 Maka prinsip rumah tentang masing-masing suami istri, selalu berpikir ‘apa kewajiban saya’. Karena takwa menjalankan kewajiban/perinta menjauhi larangan.

Bukan "apa hak saya". Masalah akan muncul jika hanya memikirkan hak. Ketika terjadi masalah, jangan laki-laki mengeluarkan dalil bahwa ia adalah pemimpin, dan jangan perempuan mengeluarkan hadits bahwa laki-laki terbaik adalah yang baik terhadap istri. Meskipun benar adanya, tapi tujuan masing-masing adalah mengedepankan hak dan ini tidak akan menyelesaikan masalah. Langkah merubah suami/istri, jadikan diri bertakwa dulu (in syaa Allah seperti yang dituliskan pada At Talaq ayat 2 dan 3).

3. Takwa saat menatap pintu perceraian

Dengan bertakwa belum tentu pernikahan langgeng, tapi pasti bahagia.

Kisah Zainab dan Zaid bin Haritsah, Zaid adalah satu-satunya sahabat nabi yang dimention di al-qur’an.

Pada saat proses nabi menyuruh Zainab (sepupu nabi) untuk menikah dengan Zaid (mantan budak yang diangkat anak oleh nabi) terjadi perdebatan antara nabi dan Zainab karena Zainab tidak mau menikah, menurutnya mereka gak akan cocok. Zainab dari keluarga kalangan atas sedangkan Zaid adalah budak yang dimerdekakan. Dan Zainab sami’na wa atho’na. Zainab patuh terhadap perintah Allah. Lalu turun lah firman Allah,

Dan (ingatlah), ketika kamu berkata kepada orang yang Allah telah melimpahkan nikmat kepadanya dan kamu (juga) telah memberi nikmat kepadanya: “Tahanlah terus isterimu dan bertakwalah kepada Allah”, sedang kamu menyembunyikan di dalam hatimu apa yang Allah akan menyatakannya, dan kamu takut kepada manusia, sedang Allah-lah yang lebih berhak untuk kamu takuti. Maka tatkala Zaid telah mengakhiri keperluan terhadap istrinya (menceraikannya), Kami kawinkan kamu dengan dia supaya tidak ada keberatan bagi orang mukmin untuk (mengawini) isteri-isteri anak-anak angkat mereka, apabila anak-anak angkat itu telah menyelesaikan keperluannya daripada isterinya. Dan adalah ketetapan Allah itu pasti terjadi. (surah al-ahzab ayat 37)

Saat Zaid, dua kali curhat tentang pernikahannya yang sudah tidak cocok lagi kepada Rasul. Dan Rasul menyuruh mempertahankan pernikahannya. Lalu Allah menurunkan wahyu, dikatakan pada tafsir bahwa saat itu Rasulullah sudah tau sebenarnya memang mereka tidak cocok lagi dan akan bercerai tapi Rasulullah punya perasaan takut atau gak enak apalagi ada perintah Allah untuk Rasulullah menggantikan posisi Zaid sebagai suami Zainab. Allah mengingatkan bahwasanya hanya Allah lah yang patut ditakuti.

Lalu apa buah dari ketaatan Zainab? Zainab awalnya sami’na wa atho’na dengan perintah. Dia mempertahankan pernikahannya di awal, sampai akhirnya gak bisa ditolong lagi. Zainab lalu mendapatkan Rasulullah.

Kisah ini memberi pelajaran

bahwa ketakwaan bukan berarti jalannya lurus tanpa masalah tapi pasti bahagia.

bahwa jika kendaraan rumah tangga tidak lagi bisa menuju ke ketakwaan, ganti kendaraan dengan yang baru, hal ini diperbolehkan.

Iman itu punya rasa manis, bahwa kelezatan akal dan hati lebih kuat dari pada kelezatan syahwat. Kelezatan iman adalah kelezatan akal dan hati. Dan akal asupannya itu ilmu. Kalau mau menikmati nikmatnya iman, maka tuntutlah ilmu.

semoga hati kita senantiasa terpautkan untuk mencintai ilmu yang bermanfaat dan Allah beri kemudahan untuk mengamalkannya.

dengan segala keterbatasan dan dari beberapa referensi tulisan, audio dan video. allahumma baarik

semoga Allah menjaga ustadzuna Muhammad Nuzul Dzikri yang telah menyampaikan isi dari tulisan ini dan mengemas kisah-kisahnya dengan sangat apik. sebuah kenikmatan dari Allah.

[imuybemovoko]

so I made a language where the verbs outsource nearly everything to the nouns

I saw the thing Wolof does with its tenses and decided to do that, but more. It got away from me, but I actually quite like the result.

I call this language Ładäk Hŕlegŕz, or Hŕładäk for short.

This ought to be interesting.

PHONOLOGY

Romanization is in the pointy brackets where it's different from the IPA. I'll be using the romanization for most of the examples I give; I don't have a good way of making a font for the script, or at least I don't know how, for reasons I'll explain.

For the most part, stress falls on the first syllable that historically contained a long vowel, though in some speakers all diphthongs will trigger stress in the same way. Since the syllabic ɹ̩ comes from both historical long and short vowels, and collapses a wide variety of vowels into it, minimal pairs can exist where a following vowel would take stress. For an example, though, let's use a near-minimal pair constructed by way of the past-tense marker (which, like most tenses, forms with a suffix on the subject):

yŕl /jɹ̩l/ "clothing", yŕlal /ˈjɹ̩lɑl/ "clothing-PST; yŕs /jɹ̩s/ "egg" yŕs /jɹ̩ˈsɑl/ "egg-PST".

The stress falls on the syllable containing the ɹ̩ in one of these words, but on the other syllable whose vowel was historically long in the other. Thus, stress is contrastive, exclusively in /ɹ̩/. (The romanization doesn't have a particularly good way of distinguishing this. As I'll explain later, the kigeil script does.)

Breathy vowels and /ɤ æ/ always defer stress, and whether diphthongs other than /aj ej/ do varies by dialect. More conservative dialects assign primary stress exclusively to those; others have spread it to many or even all diphthongs. (In my examples, I will probably vary the way I assign stress to diphthongs other than /aj ej/ for this reason.)

Also, you may have noticed that Hŕładäk allows some crunchy consonant clusters, but I'll find a few fun illustrative examples in the form of common words:

sfre /sfrɛ/ "bug"; stmai /stmaj/ "fish"; cfen /ʃfɛn/ "end, edge"; sva /svɑ/ "side"; ucs /uʃs/ "shelter".

KIGEIL SCRIPT

The Kigeil script is an alphabet, but it forms syllable blocks a bit like Hangeul does and is written top to bottom and then left to right. (That means it's obnoxious as hell to make a font for and I don't know how. I'll be using hand-written samples from my art software.) I took some inspiration from the Latin alphabet for many of the forms.

Here are the consonants:

/m n ɲ/ /p t k/ /b d g/ /f s ʃ h/ /v z ʒ/ /t͡s t͡ʃ/ /d͡ʒ d͡z/ /w r j/ /l ʎ/

The glyphs for /w r j/ also represent /u ɹ̩ i/, though as we'll see there's some diacritics that become relevant.

/ɑ ɛ i ɔ u ɹ̩/ /a̤ e̤ i̤ o̤ ṳ ɹ̩/ /æ ɤ/

Breathy vowels and an unstressed syllabic in an environment where the contrast matters are marked with a diacritic that's very similar to the acute accent.

Diphthongs are formed by stacking glyphs and rotating the orientation where relevant:

/aj ja ej je oj jo uj~wi ju~iw/ /aw wa ew we ow wo/

(There's not a good way of distinguishing /uj ju/ and /wi iw/ that's standard, although some speakers will use the diacritic for /wi iw/.)

Syllables are formed by placing glyphs into blocks that are read left to right and then top to bottom. Up to two onset consonants will sit on the same line, followed by the vowel if there is not a third. Any third consonant will sit on the second line, followed by the vowel. Then the coda goes below. For a few examples:

/stmaj/ "fish"; /sæzgæ/ a common given name; /si̤ˈlukinu/ a god of war and evil; /ˈvɹ̩zɹ̩zɑ/ "ocean, sea"; /mɹ̩ˈskɑrɤ/ "ruins"

Kigeil also has several punctuation marks:

stop; interrogative; paragraph marker; imperative; exclamation; open and close quotes.

For an example of what this looks like in practice, here's a sample of a legend I've been working on detailing the apotheosis of Bavedail:

Sílukinunal jätc haskwa u legŕz: “Ála, ya tsai! lenal yŕl yŕkende su nal bíga hŕsayi?” Cainal draw satc neiz. [si̤ˈlukinunɑl ʒæt͡ʃ hɑskwɑ u lɛˈgɹ̩z a̤ˈlɑ ja t͡saj | lɛˈnɑl jɹ̩l jɹ̩kɛndɛ su nɑl bi̤ˈgɑ ˈhɹ̩sɑji | ʃajnɑl draw sɑt͡ʃ nejz] mind.eater-PST evil laugh and say aha hey fuck | 2S.PST come ABL-village REL.what 1S.PST recently poison | 3Sm.PST slow walk LOC.3Sf “Sílukinu laughed wickedly and said: ‘Oh right, fucking hell! You came from that village I just poisoned?’ He slowly walked towards her.” (Later on I'll take some time to explain how tsai works, but for now suffice it to say it's a versatile profanity. The in-setting speakers of this language, the Naładäk, don't care even as much as we tend to about profanity.)

Again, no font for this, plus the directionality makes the format obnoxious to deal with (that's a TALL sample, and Tumblr seems to have stretched it horizontally enough that the glyphs get fuzzy), so I'll use the romanization from here on.

GRAMMAR

Word order is SVO, and descriptors always come before, as does the possessor, and indirect objects always come after the object.

NOUNS

Nouns mark for number, case, and most tenses. Number and case mark with prefixes, but the tenses form suffixes.

Hŕładäk has a marked dual and plural, sa- and ma- respectively. Example: yúl "year"; sayúl "two years"; mayúl "years".

Cases are marked with a prefix that precedes any number markings. There is a nominative, accusative, genitive, dative, and ablative case. The dative also functions as a locative and sometimes an allative, and the ablative case functions as an elative or instrumental as well. The nominative is unmarked.

The accusative is the prefix yai-; since word order is strict, with the exception of some of the personal pronouns, i.e. the first person singular, it's just about only used in relative clauses and similar contexts, though can appear on a simple object for emphasis. It also appears reasonably often in common idioms, i.e. zet yaisít, lit. "to hold the reins", referring to controlling one's own destiny, having agency, etc. In some dialects it can also serve as a definite article, but that's not technically standard.

The genitive is the prefix nail-. This is most often used to mark the possessor of another noun. Example: NailSílukinu la! "Sílukinu's blood!" (a common profanity expressing frustration or disgust.)

The dative is the prefix nei-. It marks indirect objects, i.e. Nal hail melgin neiPaci "I gave the bread to Paci", but is also used as a locative, i.e. neilin sait "to ride in rain" (an idiom used to describe good fortune), and can also function as an allative as in Cainal vei neitijä "He went to the city".

The ablative is the prefix yŕ- or yŕd- (typically retaining the d if the noun has an initial vowel, though that's not the only sort of environment where that happens). It typically means "from (x)" as in yŕkende "from the village" from the text sample, but it also operates as an instrumental, i.e. Zenal had cai naiz yŕdicak neimakaz "She struck him in his legs with her icak". (An icak is a culturally significant type of one-handed sword.)

That's cases; now let's get fonky.

Here's the tenses that affix to the subject (and I'll explain what each is more specifically below). There are two common suffix forms, often depending on the presence of a final vowel (but not always).

Habituals in nonpast forms are marked by reduplication of the first syllable of the verb; more on that later.

The optative (Opt.) refers to things the speaker wishes for, but it serves double duty as a future tense. An example of each sense: Tsuti kin stais "The goat wishes to eat grass"; Säzgägi húseiskatc "Säzgä will survive".

The imperative (Imp.) marks commands. It's a bit unusual in that it can attach to an indirect object or locative (i.e. something marked with the dative case) or occasionally other forms in addition to just the subject. An example of a regular one, then an example of that: Legain til! "Run!"; Neilinain sait! "Ride in rain!" (an idiom wishing someone good fortune). Gain can function as a particle in lieu of the second person singular or dual pronoun, but (usually) not the plural.

The abilitive (Abilit.) expresses the ability or possibility to do something, as well as some forms of understanding. Example: Fitadban ła nan małi yŕdstoga yŕdõlts ŕsaygas "Fitad could not gather water from the oasis because of the poison"

The permissive (Perm.) expresses permission or consent to do something. It also functions as a conditional. Examples: Lenait tcasä stret giñä "You may ask again later"; Wagunait deyŕsayi deil "The fruit might poison someone".

The obligative (Obl.) expresses a necessity. Examples: Dalis su Mailawá han "I think that Maila needs to sleep".

Because of the cases and the TAM, personal pronouns have a wild amount of forms.

The case forms:

The distinction in the first-person plurals is that inclusive means including the listener and exclusive means not including the listener.

Tense forms:

(I put the nominative forms at the top of this table for clarity.)

Since TAM forms should just about exclusively mark on the nominatives, that's all I included in the table.

Yeah. Nouns are a lot in this language.

VERBS

We just about exclusively have the imperfective, passive, and causative here. They outsourced ALL that other stuff to the subject.

The passive is marked with the prefix ve- or vem- on the verb. The agent, if present, is marked with the ablative case. Example: Nal venäplaju yŕSäzgä "I was greeted pleasantly by Säzgä".

The causative is marked with the prefix hai- or hail- on the verb. The object, where present, is marked with the dative case. Example: Cainal haijitä Maila neyŕnäd "He caused Maila to fire the arrow."

The imperfective, which also functions as a habitual, is marked with a reduplication of the first syllable of the verb root, often the onset and vowel only. Example (and comparison): E tcasä rogwan "I wake up early"; E tcasä rorogwan "I often wake up early".

Oh, also, there's not a copula. No "to be", not in the standard dialect especially. You just handle it with juxtaposition: E tradeil 1S <COP> soldier "I am a soldier" like that.

That's just about all that happens with verbs. :^)

INTERROGATIVES

Questions are generally constructed with these terms, and they double as relative pronouns. We have: yä "why"; kõ "how"; hä "when"; kul "who"; so "where"; and su "what".

If what's in question is the object of the verb, these most often precede it: Lenal su keuli? "What have you found?"

If what's in question is the subject, these interrogatives take subject position and take the TAM markings: Kulnal hon yei? "Who saw you two?"

Other questions, the interrogatives modify the verb, i.e. Lenal kõ keuli yai? "How did you find me?"

RELATIVE CLAUSES

The interrogative terms are also the relative pronouns. Subjects and direct objects can be relativized directly; indirect objects and obliques have to use a passive or a causative; the standard dialect does not allow relativization of genitives or comparatives in any form, but some dialects do allow those with passive or causative constructions. For a few examples:

Subject: Säs keiduzema kul ŕn "That is the man who used to hunt" Säs keid kul caizema ŕn "That is the man who used to hunt" (Using the pronoun places further emphasis on the action)

Object: Säs keid kul nal hon "This is the man who I saw" Säs yaikeid kul nal hon "This is the man who I saw" (an alternate construction that differentiates the object of the main clause from the subject of the relative clause; not strictly necessary in this case, but sometimes you have ambiguity)

Indirect object: Zeir kul zenal vehail yailidá yŕd kikin wag "The woman who was given a flower by me is eating fruit" Zeir kul nal hainal lidá kikin wag "The woman who I caused to have a flower is eating fruit" (Causative constructions emphasize the action).

Oblique: Keidunal zema hailŕn naica äct neica neig "The man whose brother I used to bring hunting with me died" (Obliques generally use the causative exclusively, but some speakers will use passives for them too).

NEGATION

The particle ła is used for negation, simply preceding whatever it's meant to negate. Depending on context, it can negate either the sense of the TAM attached to a verb or the verb itself. There's not a morphological way to distinguish between those contexts. A quick example of negation:

 Säs glibon ła pälsu ni rákajai. "This illusion is not a good or scary one."

So that's about it for the grammar. Kinda.

PROFANITY

I'd like to explain a few of my favorite profanities in the language. There's a couple of wildly useful words, and then a few really entertaining phrases.

Let's start with tsai. Its function is a bit like the English "fuck", except minus the sexual connotations. It's a great single syllable that's good to just insert places and really lean into. So that's kind of what happens with it, often. You can stick it in any place in a sentence and it works, though it'll mean slightly different things. Let's grab one of our sample sentences from earlier:

Nal hail melgin neiPaci "I gave the bread to Paci"

Tsai nal hail melgin neiPaci would cast the entire action as an unfortunate thing.

Nal tsai hail melgin neiPaci would land as an angry, rude way of saying "I already did this thing".

Nal hail tsai melgin neiPaci would land as either the above or as a slight against the bread itself depending on context.

Nal hail melgin tsai neiPaci is a slight against Paci.

Nal hail melgin neiPaci tsai is a bit like "I'm annoyed that I have to say this."

You also get a few fun phrases that develop from tsai.

Ya tsai is a bit in the direction of "fucking hell", "fucking listen to me", or "what the fuck" as an exclamation.

La tsai is a bit more "fuck yeah".

U säs ya tsai (na... [name or pronoun]) is a bit like "And what the fuck is this?" You can add the vocative particle na and a name or pronoun to specify who you're addressing.

Na tsai is like "you motherfucker" kinda.

(Gain) vei neitsai is a bit like "Go to hell" or "go fuck yourself"; adding the dative suggests "tsai" is either a place or action that's negative somehow.

Ya nailõlts tsai doesn't have a particularly useful direct translation into English; it's literally "Oh wind of fuck", which is ...janky. But this is an extreme expression of frustration or rage. It's also possible to add other phrases after this, i.e. Ya nailõlts tsai nab "What in the wind's fucking asshole?" Generally the more you add, the more intense it is.

Satsai is like "you also, fucker", often a response to insults etc.

Cta tsai is like if "capisce" was derived from "fuck".

Phrases that aren't (necessarily) just full of tsai

Gain nan masalí neitagí "Go gather cacti in your ass", basically a spicy "fuck off", even spicier if you add something like an instrumental after this, i.e. yŕpŕbas "using a shovel", yŕyav "using a dick".

Tarinabey is a compound, literally "wounded-asshole-mouth", a useful term for someone with dangerous ideas or someone who's generally just an actively, dangerously terrible person.

Kołõr (naidja) neyŕná literally translates to "to shit in someone's eye"; it's a way of referring to lying.

Kołvit lit. "shit-axe", draws on the metaphorical sense of axes as referring to creating fire, so basically "shit-burner". Refers to someone who makes the world worse with their actions.

And there's some of my favorite profanities. I don't always flesh out the profanity this much in my conlangs, but I went pretty deep with this one and I really enjoy the result.

TRANSLATIONS

Here's a few fun translations I have lying around.

Big Bill Hell's

Na tsai Baltõmor! VOC fuck Baltimore “Fuck you, Baltimore!”

Ci le tava slujätc kõ neidec leg haiplic ŕz huábac, ci le tava sludak kõ lenait yŕl neianá nailBil Helz Mawábac! if 2S enough dumb REL.method today 2S.OPT buy new car then 2S enough idiot REL.method 2S.PERM come LOC-field GEN-Bill Hells P-car “If you’re enough of an idiot that you’re going to buy a new car today, then you’re enough of an idiot that you’ll come to Bill Hell’s field of cars!”

Magliblic! Mawábac su kokoc! Mabodjeil! P-scam | P-car REL.thing IPFV-break | P-thief “Scams! Cars that always break! Thieves!”

Ci le cilin su leg keuli pälsu plic neiBil Helz, ci lenait hata nail tagí! if 2S think REL.thing 2S.OPT find good money LOC-Bill Hells then 2S.PERM taste 1S.GEN ass “If you think that you’ll find a good deal at Bill Hell’s, then you may taste my ass!”

Naisa hŕgact, le tava ya tsai sludak su le dadalis säs gliblic – danal vehałal! 1Pexc.GEN belief 2S enough hey fuck idiot REL.thing 2S IPFV-trust this scam | 3Sn-PST CAUS-guarantee “Our belief: You’re enough of a motherfucking idiot that you always fall for this scam- that is a guarantee!”

Ci le keuli kay pälsu plic, ci legain nan masalí yŕdzäs! if 2S find more good money then 2S.IMP gather P-cactus ABL-this “If you find a better deal, gather cacti in your ass with it!”

Jai, lenal tsats yai, legain tsai nan masalí yŕdzäs! yes 2S.PST hear 1S.ACC 2S.IMP fuck gather P-cactus ABL-this “Yes, you heard me, gather cacti in your ass with it!”

Gain nan naile bruz huábac! IMP gather 2S.GEN old car “Bring your old car!”

Gain nan naile lazaku! IMP gather 2S.GEN document “Bring your documentation!”

Gain nan naile venivi! IMP gather 2S.GEN lover “Bring your lover!”

Neg cili da! Jai, neg cili naile venivi! 1Pexc.OPT sex 3Sn | yes 1Pexc.OPT sex 2S.GEN lover “We’ll screw them! Yes, we’ll screw your lover!”

Yŕdõlts le tsai neiäzaig sasait neiBil Helz! because 2S fuck LOC-sand IPFV-ride LOC-Bill Hells “Because at Bill Hell’s you’re always fucking unfortunate!”

Sílukinu neiäzaigain sait – neiBil Helz! Sílukinu LOC-sand-IMP ride LOC-Bill Hells “Ride in sand, demon– to Bill Hell’s!”

Ne nal kejá hŕsiwra. Jai, kejá hŕsiwra! 1Pexc have hard pissing | yes hard pissing “We have difficult pissing! Yes, difficult pissing!”

U säs vei kõ? and this go how “And how does this work?”

Ci leyiban siwra ige majuda neityul u ła sádzal le yŕdzäs, ci lewá ła hail gé plic! if 2S-ABL pee six P-foot LOC-sky and NEG wash 2S ABL-this then 2S.OBL NEG give first money “If you can piss six feet in the sky and not wash yourself with it, then you don’t give us the first payment!”

Gain ła humij! Gain ła gada! Gain ła sta nail yav, ni neg zeyŕd naile cilecó! IMP NEG wait | IMP neg be.content | IMP neg bite 1S.GEN dick or 1Pexc pluck 2S.GEN scrotum “Don’t wait! Don’t be content! Don’t bite our dick, or we’ll pluck off your scrotum!” 

Aya neiBil Helz, tcitáná so ne legŕz, “Sílukinu neiäzaigain sait!” only LOC-Bill Hells market REL.where 1Pexc say Sílukinu ride in sand “Only at Bill Hell’s, the store where we say, ‘Fuck directly off!’”

Gain til, botcuyav! IMP run dickstealer “Run, you stealer of penises!”

Säs tsei neig hä le haiplic, u dawá seiskatc ni leg neig, na tsai! this time die when 2S purchase and 3Sn-OBL survive or 2S.OPT die O fuck “This moment dies when you buy, and [your purchase] had better survive or you’re going to die, motherfucker!”

Gain vei neitsai – neiBil Helz Mawábac! IMP go LOC-fuck LOC-Bill Hells P-car “Go fuck yourself- at Bill Hell’s cars!”

Vŕzjätc neiBaltõmor u aya näyá so vŕz rákajai tsai maSílukinu nailMariland neikaucŕ - danal vehałal! worst LOC-Baltimore and only house where most scary fuck P-Sílukinu GEN-Maryland LOC-edge | 3Sn-PST CAUS-guarantee “The worst in Baltimore, and the only home of the scariest motherfucking demons in Maryland’s borders- that is a guarantee!”

A bit of the Dagger of the Mind monologue

This one has two English renderings, the original Shakespeare and a rendering that reflects how I translated things a bit more closely. I'll color the retranslation purple.

E hon touza yŕd, zená nail neigan? 1S see knife ABL.1S grip 1S.GEN LOC-hand Do I see a knife before me, its grip towards my hand? “Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand?”

Legain yŕl; wá cayi le. 2S-IMP come 1S.OBL touch 2S Come; I must touch you. “Come, let me clutch thee.”

E ła nal le u gál kain hon le. 1S NEG have 2S and but now see 2S I don’t have you but I see you now. “I have thee not and yet I see thee still.”

Na zoltai hŕlon, le vehon u vekiude? o deadly vision 2S PASS-see and PASS-feel O deadly vision, are you seen and felt? “Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight?”

Ni liká neisílu touza, liká glib yŕdzíluná kul hŕkal fefeja? or simply LOC-mind dagger simply lie ABL-brain REL heat IPFV-imprison Or simply a dagger in the mind, a lie from the brain that that the heat oppresses? “Or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?”

E kain hon le, u yiban kiude le sai säs kul e kain zeyŕd. 1S now see 2S and 1S.ABL feel 2S like this REL 1S now draw I see you now and I can feel you like this one who I now draw. “I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw.”

Le leleit yai neimas so nal sasatc, u gi had pac sai säs. 2S IPFV-lead 1S.ACC LOC-path where 1S.PST IPFV-walk and 1S.OPT use tool like this You’re leading me on the path where I was walking, and I plan to use a tool such as this. “Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going, And such an instrument I was to use.”

So there's that. Big Bill Hell's Cars felt like a very fitting thing to translate for this language. The speakers would enjoy that kind of shitpost, I think. Anyway, I'll probably do more with this later. And an eagle-eyed reader who also saw some art I posted a while ago (which... I don't have a following on here at this point so probably no one fits this description but whatever) might notice some Kigeil in a painting I made earlier. I will do more at some point though lmao

Enjoy :^)

[ynx1]

“Allaahumma salli ‘ala Muhammad wa ‘ala Aali Muhammad kama salayta ‘ala Ibrahim wa ‘ala aali Ibraaheem innaka hameedun majeed,

Allahumma baarik ‘ala Muhammad wa ‘ala Aali Muhammad kama baarakta ‘ala Ibrahim wa ála aali Ibraaheem innaka hameedun majeed.

[equinesandeducation]

Wonderful ride with Ála! Ponied, just so she could feel secure next to Ragnar, but she was absolutely relaxed and super sweet! Next time we can fly solo 🙌🏻❤️

[xetra7]

A "speciális hadművelet" miatt 30%-kal csökkentik a béreket. A krasznodari Tamanneftegaz cég azt tervezi, hogy június 1-től elbocsátja azokat az alkalmazottakat, akik nem járulnak hozzá a 30%-os bércsökkentéshez.

Mikor kezdődik a felkelés? Egyre többen rá fognak érni eféle foglalatosságra, aki meg nem, annak is elkezd majd felkopni az ála.

[adelecuisine]

Celer ála šunka

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[carlisstta]

Cuando en la triste y silenciosa noche

Sueñes conmigo y lánguida me veas, Acariciando mi abatida frente Y oyendo el éco de mi voz, contenta;

Piensa que es mi alma que visita tu alma

Y en álas vá de su pasion, ligera, Pues para el sér que quiere cual yo quiero, Es un paso el abismo de la ausencia.

En vano mi destino inexorable

Lazos tan tiernos destruir intenta;

Si nuestros cuerpos separados duermen

Nuestras dos almas separadas velan!

Noviembre de 1866.

[uma1ra]

DUROOD

SENDING SALAAT & SALAAM ON PROPHET ﷺ

Sending blessings upon the Prophet ﷺ is one of the greatest acts of worship encouraged in Islam, and it is one of the most beneficial supplications for a person in this world and the hereafter, and it is one of the requirements of loving, venerating and respecting the Prophet ﷺ and giving him his rights. Allah, may He be exalted, says (interpretation of the meaning):

“Allah sends His Salât (Graces, Honours, Blessings, Mercy) on the Prophet and also His angels (ask Allah to bless and forgive him). O you who believe! Send your Salât on (ask Allah to bless him), and (you should) greet (salute) him with the Islamic way of greeting (salutation i.e. As¬Salâmu 'Alaikum)”

[AL-AHZAAB 33:56]

The Prophet ﷺ also urged us to do that and explained that it brings a multiple reward and that it is a means of attaining forgiveness of sins and having one’s needs met. He ﷺ said: “Whoever sends blessings upon me once, Allah will send blessings upon him tenfold and will erase from him ten misdeeds and raise him ten degrees in status.” Narrated by an-Nasaa’i (1297); classed as saheeh by al-Albaani in Saheeh Sunan an-Nasaa’i.

The virtue of sending blessings upon the Prophet ﷺ does not benefit the Prophet ﷺ only; rather it also benefits the one who sends blessings on him. The virtue mentioned in the hadiths quoted above and in other hadiths benefits the one who sends blessings upon the Prophet ﷺ.

Durood and its meaning.

اللَّهُمَّ صَلِّ عَلَى مُحَمَّدٍ، وَعَلَى آلِ مُحَمَّدٍ، كَمَا صَلَّيْتَ عَلَى إِبْرَاهِيمَ وَعَلَى آلِ إِبْرَاهِيمَ، إِنَّكَ حَمِيدٌ مَجِيدٌ،

اللَّهُمَّ بَارِكْ عَلَى مُحَمَّدٍ، وَعَلَى آلِ مُحَمَّدٍ، كَمَا بَارَكْتَ عَلَى إِبْرَاهِيمَ، وَعَلَى آلِ إِبْرَاهِيمَ، إِنَّكَ حَمِيدٌ مَجِيدٌ

“Allaahumma salli ‘ala Muhammad wa ‘ala Aali Muhammad kama salayta ‘ala Ibrahim wa ‘ala aali Ibraaheem innaka hameedun majeed,

Allahumma baarik ‘ala Muhammad wa ‘ala Aali Muhammad kama baarakta ‘ala Ibrahim wa ála aali Ibraaheem innaka hameedun majeed.

O Allah! Send Your Mercy on Muhammad and on the family of Muhammad, as You sent Your Mercy on Abraham and on the family of Abraham, for You are the Most Praise-worthy, the Most Glorious.

O Allah! Send Your Blessings on Muhammad and the family of Muhammad, as You sent your Blessings on Abraham and on the family of Abraham, for You are the Most Praise-worthy, the Most Glorious.'

(SAHIH BUKHARI)