I like listening to invertsโ stories because they share the things that pull them to the religion Islam, which is something I constantly need even though Iโm already a Muslim. The thing is, religion, like marriage, needs to be refreshed every now and then. Just like in marriage, you canโt say you love your spouse once in a lifetime and think that your love will now last forever. You have to express your love daily and reassure your spouse through acts of love, too. Likewise, with religion, we need our refreshments:
five daily prayers
have conversations with God, plead to him, ask for forgiveness, ask for guidance
ponder the Holy Quran because they are Godโs words to us
read the history of the prophets and look up to them as role-models
And by listening to the stories of inverts, I get attracted to Islam the same way they do. I feel more motivated to please God.
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INTJ : The calm and affirmative
INTJs have this annoyingly calm demeanor that perceives everything will be alright.
A plan fails? It's a learning experience.
You did not achieve your goal? It's still part of the stepping stone towards better progress.
You overlooked the details? Then it will be considered the next time.
Do we think we're better than you? Hardly! INTJs are just competent and we trust completely in our skills and intellect.
Do we want to be better than everyone else? Well, we can't really lie about that category however it barely scratches the surface of our sense of purpose, integrity, and philosophy...
If we think we have things, actions, habits, etc. to improve for necessary means--as we see fit, we simply will.
Keep an intj close and earn their trust... and you'll surely find yourself a valuable piece to their grand schemes in life. Per se, INTJs believe in equal exchange... trust that you won't be empty handed in any bargain.
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I have to make her mine!
Pairings: Femme Reader x Wednesday Addams
It was the beginning of the new school year, and Wednesday Addams was feeling restless. She had grown bored with the usual routine of classes, homework, and dealing with her classmates' mundane problems. She longed for something more exciting, something that would challenge her.
And then, one day, a new student arrived in her second-year class. Her name was Y/N, and she was different from anyone Wednesday had ever met before. She was quiet and introverted, but there was a depth to her that intrigued Wednesday. She noticed the way Y/N would get lost in thought during class, scribbling furiously in her notebook.
She noticed the way Y/N's eyes would light up when she talked about something she was passionate about. And she noticed the way her heart would race whenever Y/N glanced in her direction.
Wednesday knew she had to do something. She couldn't just sit there and watch as Y/N went through her school days without noticing her. So she came up with a plan. A macabre plan.
It started with a note. Wednesday wrote a message on a slip of paper, folded it up, and slipped it into Y/N's backpack when she wasn't looking. The message read: "You have a secret admirer."
At first, Y/N was confused. She didn't know who could have written the note. But as the days went by, more notes appeared. Each one was more ominous than the last. Some were written in blood-red ink, others in black wax. They were signed "Your Secret Admirer," but Y/N knew it had to be Wednesday behind them.
And then, one day, Wednesday decided to take things up a notch. She cornered one of the boys who had been harassing Y/N and gave him a stern warning. "If you mess with Y/N again," she said, her voice low and menacing, "you'll regret it."
The boy backed away, his eyes wide with fear. Wednesday had always been known as the strange, creepy girl in school, but he had never seen her like this before.
Meanwhile, Y/N was starting to piece things together. She had always suspected that Wednesday had been behind the notes, but now she was sure of it. And she was starting to feel a strange mix of fear and excitement.
One day, after class, Wednesday approached Y/N. "I hope you've been enjoying my little notes," she said, a sly smile on her face.
Y/N felt her heart race. "I...I don't know what to say."
Wednesday leaned in closer. "You don't have to say anything," she whispered. "Just know that I've been watching you. And I like what I see."
Y/N's face flushed red. She didn't know how to respond to Wednesday's strange, macabre way of flirting. But she couldn't deny that she was intrigued.
As the days went by, Wednesday continued to send her notes and make her ominous threats. And Y/N found herself growing more and more attracted to her. She knew it was dangerous, but she couldn't resist the thrill of it all.
Wednesday stood nervously outside Y/N's door, wondering if she was making a mistake by being so forward. She had never felt this way before - so drawn to someone, so desperate for their attention. But there was something about Y/N that made her feel alive, that made her want to take risks she had never taken before.
Y/N opened the door, and Wednesday felt her breath catch in her throat. Y/N was even more beautiful up close, with her soft brown eyes and shy smile. Wednesday cleared her throat, trying to steady her nerves.
"I know this is sudden," she said, her voice low and raspy. "But I couldn't wait any longer. I had to see you again."
Y/N's cheeks turned bright red, and Wednesday felt a surge of pride. She was making Y/N flustered, just like she had hoped.
"I...I don't know what to say," Y/N stammered. "I wasn't expecting you to come over like this."
Wednesday took a step closer, closing the distance between them. "I just had to see you," she repeated. "I've been thinking about you non-stop since we met."
Y/N looked down at her feet, fidgeting nervously. Wednesday could tell she was uncomfortable, and she felt a sudden urge to comfort her.
"Hey," she said softly, placing a hand on Y/N's shoulder. "It's okay. You don't have to be nervous around me."
Y/N looked up, her eyes meeting Wednesday's. There was something vulnerable in her gaze, something that made Wednesday's heart ache. She reached out and took Y/N's hand in hers, feeling a jolt of electricity as their skin touched.
For a moment, they just stood there, holding hands. Wednesday felt a sense of peace wash over her, like she had finally found something she had been searching for all her life.
"I don't know what's happening to me," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've never felt like this before."
Y/N squeezed her hand gently. "It's okay," she said. "I feel the same way."
Wednesday felt a surge of joy at Y/N's words. She leaned in closer, her breath hot against Y/N's cheek.
"Can I kiss you?" she whispered.
Y/N nodded, her eyes closed. Wednesday took her face in her hands and leaned in, pressing her lips softly against Y/N's. It was a gentle, tentative kiss, but it sent sparks flying through her body.
They broke apart, both of them panting. Wednesday looked down at Y/N, feeling a sudden urge to protect her, to nurture her. She opened her arms, and Y/N leaned into her embrace, resting her head on Wednesday's shoulder.
They stayed like that for a long time, wrapped up in each other's arms. Wednesday felt like she had finally found what she had been looking for - someone to share her dark, twisted world with. And she knew, deep down, that she would do anything to keep Y/N by her side.
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