#haadiya

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[everydaydua]

DAILY DUA

Dua to say on embarking on any subject of importance (e.g. marriage)

إِنَّ الْحَمْدُ لِلَّهِ نَحمَدُه وَنَسْتَعِينُهُ وَنَسْتَغْفِرُهُ وَنَعُوذُ بِاللهِ مِنْ شُرُورِ أَنْفُسِنَا وَسَيِّئَاتِ أَعمَالِنَا، مَنْ يَهْدِهِ اللَّهُ فَلَا مُضِلَّ لَهُ، وَمَنْ يُضْلِلْ فَلَا هَادِيَ لَهُ، وَأَشْهَدُ أَنْ لَا إِلَهَ إِلَّا اللَّهُ وَحْدَهُ لَا شَريكَ لَهُ ، وَأَشْهَدُ أَنَّ مُحَمَّدًا عَبْدُهُ وَرَسُولُهُ

يَا أَيُّهَا النَّاسُ اتَّقُوا رَبَّكُمُ الَّذِي خَلَقَكُمْ مِنْ نَفْسٍ وَاحِدَةٍ وَخَلَقَ مِنْهَا زَوْجَهَا وَبَثَّ مِنْهُمَا رِجَالًا كَثِيرًا وَنِسَاءً وَاتَّقُوا اللَّهَ الَّذِي تَسَاءَلُونَ بِهِ وَالْأَرْحَامَ إِنَّ اللَّهَ كَانَ عَلَيْكُمْ رَقِيبًا

يَا أَيُّهَا الَّذِينَ آمَنُوا اتَّقُوا اللَّهَ حَقَّ تُقَاتِهِ وَلَا تَمُوتُنَّ إِلَّا وَأَنْتُمْ مُسْلِمُونَ

يَا أَيُّهَا الَّذِينَ آمَنُوا اتَّقُوا اللَّهَ وَقُولُوا قَوْلًا سَدِيدًا يُصْلِحْ لَكُمْ أَعْمَالَكُمْ وَيَغْفِرْ لَكُمْ ذُنُوبَكُمْ وَمَنْ يُطِعِ اللَّهَ وَرَسُولَهُ فَقَدْ فَازَ فَوْزًا عَظِيمًا

Translation

"Indeed all Praise is for Allah, we praise Him, we seek His help and we ask His forgiveness. We seek refuge with Allah from the evil of our own souls and from the evil of our actions. Whoever Allah guides will never be led astray,and whomever Allah leads astray, no one can guide. I bear witness that there is no deity worthy of worship except Allah, and I bear witness that Muhammad is His slave and Messenger. (then reads the following verses)

O Mankind! Fear your Lord, Who created you from a single person, and from him created his wife, and from them he created many men and women, and fear Allah through Whom you demand your mutual (rights). Surely, Allah is Ever Watchful over you;

O you who believe! Fear Allah as He should be feared, and die not except as Muslims;

O you who believe! Fear Allah, and speak (always) the truth He will direct you to do righteous good deeds and will forgive you your sins. And whosoever obeys Allah and His Messenger has indeed achieved a great success."

Note:

*Called the Sermon of Need (Khutbat Al-Haajah).

*The verses are from surah: (An-Nisaa' 4:1), (Aal-'Imraan 3:102) and (Al-Ahzaab 33:70,71) respectively.

Transliteration

in-nal-ḥamda lillaahi naḥmaduhu wa nasta‛eenuhu wa nastaghfiruhu, wa na‛oodhu billaahi min shuroori anfusinaa wa sayyi’aati a‛maalinaa, man yahdih-illaahu fa laa muḍilla lah, wa man yuḍlil fa laa haadiya lah, wa ash-hadu an laa ilaaha ill-allaahu waḥdahu laa shareeka lah, wa ash-hadu anna muḥammadan ‛abduhu wa rasooluh

yaa ayyuhan-naasut-taqoo rabbakum-ul-ladhee khalaqakum min nafsin waḥidah, wa khalaqa minhaa zawjahaa, wa bath-tha minhumaa rijaalan katheeran wanisaa’-an, wat-taqullaahal-ladhee tasaa’aloona bihi wal arḥaama, inn-allaaha kaana ‛alaykum raqeebaa

yaa ayyuhal-ladheena aamanut-taqullaaha ḥaqqa tuqaatihi wa laa tamootunna illaa wa antum muslimoon

yaa ayyuhal-ladheena aamanut-taqullaaha wa qooloo qawlan sadeedan, yuṣliḥ lakum a‛maalakum wa yaghfir lakum dhunoobakum, wa man yuṭi‛illaaha wa rasoolahu faqad faaza fawz-an ‛aẓeem-aa

Sources: Muslim No# 868 Abu Dawud No# 2118 An-Nasa'i No# 1404, 3278 Ibn Majah No# 1892, 1893 See also Sahih Al-Kalim Al-Tayeb No# 206

[haadiyeah]

‘supposed to stay’

It wasn’t supposed

To be this way

You were supposed

To stay

I’ve helplessly watched you

Spiral down this lane

You speak in matters

In which you don’t have a say

I don’t understand

How you could dare

To leave behind

The way you were raised

The beliefs, the rulings,

The righteous ways

And how you held on to them

With courage and grace

The friendship we had,

Everything we’d share,

Seems to be lost

In a faraway haze

You were beautiful, perfect,

In your lovable way,

But you just couldn’t see it

And you threw it away

Searching for validation

That was shallow and bare

  Maybe it was supposed

To be this way

Maybe you were

Never going to stay

I wish there was a little less

Of this useless care

That I still stow inside of me

Day after day

It pains me to realize

That come what may,

I cannot not love you

I continue to pray

For you to come back,

Not to go astray

I know it’s hard

For you to navigate

This endless, destructive,

Confusing maze

I should have been careful,

I should have been there,

Maybe I could have

Done better in some way,

If I had spoken harsher then

Maybe things would be softer today

  I should have not

Been so afraid

Of making your pain

Further escalate

So I tried to pacify you,

Tried not to aggravate,

And I told myself

It’s just a phase

And then one day I knew it wasn’t,

And you were in some place

Where I could no longer reach you

The calls were in vain

You no longer saw me

As on your side

Or as someone in whom

You could confide

Radio silence, I knew

I was biding my time

Until the day came

When you drew the line

“Please don’t text me anymore”

And I was left with my crime

Of trying to give you

All you wanted to find:

A friend.

It wasn’t supposed

To be this way

You were supposed

To stay

I’ll get married,

And I’ll graduate,

Milestones that once seemed

So far away

But they’re feeling much closer

As of late,

And we used to talk about them,

Talk about fate,

We planned what we’d do

On our big days

And how we’d celebrate

Down to the smallest detail

And now my heart doesn’t accept

That you won’t be there

And at the same time I question

If you heard, would you even care?

  I cannot accept that

It ends this way

And with all my heart

I sincerely wait

I’ll see your name on

My notifications one day

A voice note, so I can hear

Your voice again

I’ll hold my breath

And click “play”

And sigh with relief

When I hear you say

“Yea, it wasn’t supposed

To be this way

I was supposed

To stay”

  And I’ll tell you I love you

One more time again

And this time you’ll really hear me

And it’ll be worth the pain.

  ~haadiya s.

[ammg-old2]

When I arrived in Moscow in February, the initial media circus had passed. Bryan Kohberger had been arrested six weeks earlier for the murders of four students—Kaylee Goncalves, Madison Mogen, Xana Kernodle, and Ethan Chapin—and the judge had placed a gag order on everyone involved in the case. The news trucks would return once the trial got under way, but for now things were relatively quiet. (Kohberger chose not to enter a plea last month, in effect pleading not guilty.)

I’d been drawn to the town, like everyone else, by the eerie facts of the murders and the still-eerier profile of the suspect, a former criminology student at nearby Washington State University. The details already in circulation were chilling. A car resembling Kohberger’s white Hyundai Elantra could be seen on surveillance videos driving by the house several times shortly before the attacks. Police linked his DNA to a leather knife sheath left on a bed, and his phone history suggested that he’d been near the house 12 times in the preceding months. Once I got to Moscow, however, I found myself fixating less on the crime than on its aftermath—the wreckage left behind when the media and the sleuths had cleared out.

Located on Idaho’s eastern border, Moscow is known around the state for a certain mountain-hippie vibe. Students joke that the town is permanently “stuck in the ’70s.” It has a lively folk-dance scene and an independent theater that shows classic horror films. Main Street is lined with brown-brick buildings that house quirky small businesses including Ampersand, a purveyor of boutique olive oil, and the Breakfast Club, known for its “world-famous cinnamon roll pancakes.”

But even months after the murders, the town seemed traumatized. No one wanted to talk about the case, on the record or off. When I introduced myself as a reporter, people recoiled. My efforts to talk with the victims’ neighbors were met with exasperation and anger. At one door, I found a sign that read simply, WE HAVE NO STATEMENT. LEAVE US ALONE. Eventually I resorted to writing apologetic notes with my phone number and leaving them on windshields and doorsteps. Nobody called.

At the offices of the University of Idaho campus paper, The Argonaut, I found a masthead’s worth of student journalists glumly disillusioned with journalism. Months of unseemly behavior by a scoop-desperate press corps had dimmed their view of the profession. They’d seen cameramen hide in bushes on campus, and reporters try to sneak into dorms. They’d seen TV correspondents shout hostile questions at teenagers still processing their classmates’ deaths as if the kids were prevaricating politicians. In one notably unsavory episode, a tabloid photographer tracked down one of the roommates who’d survived the attack that night and took paparazzi-like photos at her parents’ house for the Daily Mail.

Abigail Spencer, a reporter for The Argonaut, told me that she was struggling to square the heroic stories she’d learned in journalism classes with the reporters who’d invaded her campus. “We’re taught they’re all Cronkite,” she said. “They’re not.”

Haadiya Tariq, who was the paper’s editor, told me the rude behavior had helped her understand the wider antipathy toward the press. “No wonder people hate you,” she sometimes found herself thinking. She was alarmed by the extent to which professional news outlets appeared to deliberately stoke the online ecosystem of conspiracy theories about the case. The TV-news bookers always seemed so nice and thoughtful when they were asking for interviews. But once the cameras turned on, Tariq told me, the questions were invariably aimed at getting her to theorize about the murders in a way that might get traction in the true-crime forums. Experiencing this had helped her understand why so much of the coverage felt “weird or inaccurate or sensational”: “It is 100 percent trying to feed the audience, which is the internet sleuths,” she told me. “That’s kind of the dirty secret I’m starting to realize.” Perhaps more disturbing than the vulturous reporters or the vortex of TikTok speculation was the way the media and the sleuths seemed to encourage and sustain each other—their priorities converging in a vicious ouroboros.

Meanwhile, some unlucky Moscow residents were still struggling to reassemble their lives after becoming main characters in murder-related conspiracy theories. Rebecca Scofield, a history professor at the University of Idaho, was suing the TikToker who’d accused her of plotting the students’ murders because of a (completely fabricated) love affair with Kaylee Goncalves. (The TikToker denied any wrongdoing, and police have said that Scofield was not a suspect.) Friends of a recently deceased Afghanistan veteran were fending off ghoulish speculation on social media that he was involved in the crime.

Jeremy Reagan, a law student who lived in the victims’ neighborhood, became a target when he gave a handful of TV interviews about the murders. Sleuths studied his body language and parsed his facial expressions.

“It reminds me of Ted Bundy when he would talk about murders,” one observed.

“Very disconcerting,” another said.

Soon, they started mining Reagan’s Facebook profile for clues. A bandage on his right hand was treated as especially incriminating—how did he cut himself? Same with a four-year-old Facebook post that mentioned a rave. “Guys at raves ‘chase women’ and ‘do drugs,’ many things to note,” one sleuth deduced. “The girls partied, he mentioned that. Did he try to party with them? Did he actually party with them? Was he turned down by them?’”

Reagan, hoping to clear his name, volunteered to take a DNA test. The police never named him as a suspect. But the online sleuths kept digging—even contacting his friends for intel—and the menacing messages from strangers kept piling up. Reagan started carrying a gun.

“Just having it on me gives that extra sense of security,” he said in a cable-news interview. “Especially now, where the cybersleuths may or may not come.”

[90secondnewbery]

The War That Saved My Life by Kimberly Brubaker Bradley

2016 Newbery Honor Book

Adapted by Haadiya Ahmad of Colony Meadows Elementary (2024)

From Sugar Land, TX

Judges' Remarks: A straightforward, no-frills sprint through the story. The black-and-white filter gave it an appropriately old-fashioned vibe, and the clear and expressive voiceover from Ada's point of view did a good job guiding the viewer through the story. There were nice touches like the stock footage of the train and the old-fashioned costumes, and the cinematography and editing were adroit and proficient. Told the story quickly and mostly accurately, with solid performances from everyone in the cast, and eliminating all the inessentials!

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[sunshine-and-blue-roses]

@nightmare-the-mercenary

Haadiya and her army of demons had been in a nearby forest as they were preparing to invade a large human city on orders of her master. Since she was lieutenant of Hell's armies, she was the strongest amongst them and one of the most feared.

She was strict but at times she would be more flexible with her men, they did not kill for fun unlike other demons.

She would send word to the city to surrender or suffer the consequences, waiting till nightfall for their response.

[the-frozen-pheonix]

Old Romance vs. Older Loyalties

(Closed RP with @sunshine-and-blue-roses)

The two powerful beings would one day end up on seperate sides of a war that no living mortal could even conjure into their mind... But that wasn’t to happen for at least another few thousand years.

Currently, the two, Freeze and Haadiya, were just living their lives as roommates in the 2 bedroom apartment they’d happened upon a few weeks earlier. Aside from a few errands, and funny moments, the two were just going about their days.

Like normal, Max was fresh off work from sculpting ice, and had gone striaght to his room to unwind and play games alone, despite it being Friday night. He was rather social, but tended to stay alone on Friday evenings, not even bothering to say anything to Haadiya sometimes. Only the occasinal groan of irritation or vulgarity of trash talk would come from his room till the follwoing day when he did walk out.

[jonahmagnus]

Their name is Haadiya <3

[eritsuhunter]

It would take about a year after her meeting with Michael that Haadiya sent a portal for him to visit her in hell at her castle. @sunshine-and-blue-roses

Rather surprised to see a sudden portal appearing in his temporary home, but decides to explore it as he walks into the portal and looks around. “I havent seen this place in...a while.” he states as he walks around looking  to see what changes there might be.

[thecoffeeowlers]

So I just opened my Tumblr account after my friend haadiya inspired me to lol. I am a recovering coffee addict trying to survive college one day at a time. Also I was once a bookworm until Netflix and Instagram came into my life. But along with getting past college I am trying to revive the good old habit. These are some snaps from the other day when I went to the oldest bookstores in town to get something for a friend and ended up introspecting my life. So tryna read this classic now. So I am gonna be posting about how I am trying to survive college and learning to be productive. It includes observations that amuse me and life, in general. Cheers to everyone who comes across my account and decides to take a look at my life♥️♥️

So I hope I get up tom morning on time for college ;)

[iloveshuitsukisomuch]

IM GONNA MISS MY JUNIORS YH MOST WHEN I LEAVE THEY WERE TH BEST.. I LOV THEM

[everydaydua]

DAILY DUA

Dua to say on embarking on any subject of importance (e.g. marriage)

إِنَّ الْحَمْدُ لِلَّهِ نَحمَدُه وَنَسْتَعِينُهُ وَنَسْتَغْفِرُهُ وَنَعُوذُ بِاللهِ مِنْ شُرُورِ أَنْفُسِنَا وَسَيِّئَاتِ أَعمَالِنَا، مَنْ يَهْدِهِ اللَّهُ فَلَا مُضِلَّ لَهُ، وَمَنْ يُضْلِلْ فَلَا هَادِيَ لَهُ، وَأَشْهَدُ أَنْ لَا إِلَهَ إِلَّا اللَّهُ وَحْدَهُ لَا شَريكَ لَهُ ، وَأَشْهَدُ أَنَّ مُحَمَّدًا عَبْدُهُ وَرَسُولُهُ

يَا أَيُّهَا النَّاسُ اتَّقُوا رَبَّكُمُ الَّذِي خَلَقَكُمْ مِنْ نَفْسٍ وَاحِدَةٍ وَخَلَقَ مِنْهَا زَوْجَهَا وَبَثَّ مِنْهُمَا رِجَالًا كَثِيرًا وَنِسَاءً وَاتَّقُوا اللَّهَ الَّذِي تَسَاءَلُونَ بِهِ وَالْأَرْحَامَ إِنَّ اللَّهَ كَانَ عَلَيْكُمْ رَقِيبًا

يَا أَيُّهَا الَّذِينَ آمَنُوا اتَّقُوا اللَّهَ حَقَّ تُقَاتِهِ وَلَا تَمُوتُنَّ إِلَّا وَأَنْتُمْ مُسْلِمُونَ

يَا أَيُّهَا الَّذِينَ آمَنُوا اتَّقُوا اللَّهَ وَقُولُوا قَوْلًا سَدِيدًا يُصْلِحْ لَكُمْ أَعْمَالَكُمْ وَيَغْفِرْ لَكُمْ ذُنُوبَكُمْ وَمَنْ يُطِعِ اللَّهَ وَرَسُولَهُ فَقَدْ فَازَ فَوْزًا عَظِيمًا

Translation

"Indeed all Praise is for Allah, we praise Him, we seek His help and we ask His forgiveness. We seek refuge with Allah from the evil of our own souls and from the evil of our actions. Whoever Allah guides will never be led astray,and whomever Allah leads astray, no one can guide. I bear witness that there is no deity worthy of worship except Allah, and I bear witness that Muhammad is His slave and Messenger. (then reads the following verses)

O Mankind! Fear your Lord, Who created you from a single person, and from him created his wife, and from them he created many men and women, and fear Allah through Whom you demand your mutual (rights). Surely, Allah is Ever Watchful over you;

O you who believe! Fear Allah as He should be feared, and die not except as Muslims;

O you who believe! Fear Allah, and speak (always) the truth He will direct you to do righteous good deeds and will forgive you your sins. And whosoever obeys Allah and His Messenger has indeed achieved a great success."

Note:

*Called the Sermon of Need (Khutbat Al-Haajah).

*The verses are from surah: (An-Nisaa' 4:1), (Aal-'Imraan 3:102) and (Al-Ahzaab 33:70,71) respectively.

Transliteration

in-nal-ḥamda lillaahi naḥmaduhu wa nasta‛eenuhu wa nastaghfiruhu, wa na‛oodhu billaahi min shuroori anfusinaa wa sayyi’aati a‛maalinaa, man yahdih-illaahu fa laa muḍilla lah, wa man yuḍlil fa laa haadiya lah, wa ash-hadu an laa ilaaha ill-allaahu waḥdahu laa shareeka lah, wa ash-hadu anna muḥammadan ‛abduhu wa rasooluh

yaa ayyuhan-naasut-taqoo rabbakum-ul-ladhee khalaqakum min nafsin waḥidah, wa khalaqa minhaa zawjahaa, wa bath-tha minhumaa rijaalan katheeran wanisaa’-an, wat-taqullaahal-ladhee tasaa’aloona bihi wal arḥaama, inn-allaaha kaana ‛alaykum raqeebaa

yaa ayyuhal-ladheena aamanut-taqullaaha ḥaqqa tuqaatihi wa laa tamootunna illaa wa antum muslimoon

yaa ayyuhal-ladheena aamanut-taqullaaha wa qooloo qawlan sadeedan, yuṣliḥ lakum a‛maalakum wa yaghfir lakum dhunoobakum, wa man yuṭi‛illaaha wa rasoolahu faqad faaza fawz-an ‛aẓeem-aa

Sources: Muslim No# 868 Abu Dawud No# 2118 An-Nasa'i No# 1404, 3278 Ibn Majah No# 1892, 1893 See also Sahih Al-Kalim Al-Tayeb No# 206

[avellach-the-realmwalker]

Return to Dunwich

@count-alucard-tepes

“It was a warm evening in the season of the fall when riding up the road were partners of paranormal/occult investigations, Razael a being long from this realm of existence master of darkness and occult dealings and Haadiya, human flesh that hides the demon heir beneath, they were called to investigate the fabled Dunwich manor for occult dealings” 

(stepping out of the car Razael looked up and observed) “I feel such darkness here that it is unmeasurable.....

[gathering-storm]

Just a random ship post

Hey, whaddya all think of these ship names?

Celtic Rune- Ymir and @asktheirelandtwins 's Erie

Winter Rose- Raesal and @echoing-night 's Senka

Blighted Romance- Raesal and @welcome-to-the-puppet-show 's Vertoria

Fated Fae- Shevel and @welcome-to-the-puppet-show 's Wolfsbane

Surtyr's Folley- Ymir and @sunshine-and-blue-roses 's Haadiya

Medical Menagerie- Jericho, @onyx-rose88 's Rau and @healingmemories 's Shade

Mythical Morning- Jericho and @multi-muse-myth 's Myth

Elegant Fury- Casias and @healingmemories 's Shade/Shane

Wildheart- Jericho and @lil-brown-furred-boi 's Harry

Deus Ex Innocent- Barium and @little-prince-vlad 's Vlad (I hope I got the right Vlad on that one XD)

Violet Hue- Progene and @verona-of-the-blade 's Verona

Man & Monster - Ven and @red-paladin-of-marmora 's Keith

Sweet Slaughter- Darkwing and @onyx-rose88 's Onyx

Hellknight- Kana'em and @onyx-rose88 's Liu

Gentle Fury- Tamar and @onyx-rose88 's Lucia

Burning Passion- Casias and @echoing-night 's Aideen

Gatorbait- @lil-brown-furred-boi 's Harry and Ca Sau

Stellar Pastime- @xx-demonic-space-queen-xx 's Isis and Ca Sau

Divinity Crossed - Ceartas and @eremophobia-kardia 's Hellia

Vapirania- Vix, Sevatan and @eremophobia-kardia 's Terra (I forgot the name of yer other blog lol)

Ebony and Emerald- Daryl and @asktheirelandtwins 's Erie

Acrobatic Magic- @angel-hawthorne 's Angel and Ven

Ten Tails, One Heart - Zhola and @lovesonicheroes 's Mary

Dragonblossom- Casias and @melaniedragon 's Mel

Machina Miracula- Barium and @lil-brown-furred-boi 's Harry

Chasing the Hare- Darkwing and @lagomorpha-trolls 's Grimmy

[sunshine-and-blue-roses]

Star-crossed lovers (closed rp)

@the-frozen-pheonix

Becoming to queen of hell was not an easy task and it took many to make sure that Haadiya had enough support to mend the ties to Heaven that was once almost severed. Her council would now consist of Angels, demons and beings whom influenced both worlds.

It wasn't an easy task to undertake but someone reliable had to take it despite the many sacrifices that came with it.

She had noticed someone whom she had not encountered before while on break from the many council meetings she would be attending, "...it is not often that I see someone new here...but a new face is always welcomed", she said with a little smile.

[radmanraditz]

@sunshine-and-blue-roses {Continued from the Kiss on the Hand}

She laughed in response, “…I suppose so…but it’s cute, I’ll tell you that”, she said gently.

“Cute?” He repeated, sounding a little disappointed, but continued to smile. “That wasn’t what I was going for, but I’ll take it.”