#habiba even

[rainofthetwilight]

the urge to create an arab ninjago oc is so strong <- (has already created one)

[alimeq92]

Hello everyone

I will tell you my story about the war in the Gaza Strip, and I hope you will help me get out to safety. Thank you very much.

I am Ali Miqdad, 33 years old, and my wife, Aya Hamdan, 25 years old. I have two children, my beloved, who is 5 years old and Adam, who is 2 years old

In light of the war on us, we lost everything: home, money, business, and even clothes. I paid everything in the house and business that I had because of the bombing that we witnessed throughout the days. To this day, we have been displaced several times, and the first night was very difficult. In the morning, it was our first displacement and exit from the house, and then we lost. We all lost our beautiful memories and the wonderful things that me and the family used to live on

We lost our beautiful memories and the wonderful things that my family and I used to live on. The hardest thing we lost was safety and peace due to the violent bombing that surrounded us at every time and moment and in all the places to which we were displaced. Also, the days that we spent in displacement several times were difficult due to the lack of work to obtain. For money, clothes, food, water, and meeting the needs of the family and the needs of the children, especially since we are in tents and there is no healthy food or medicine due to the spread of diseases.

Through the process of repeated displacement, we lost the stable and recreational life that I used to live with my wife, my children, Habiba and Adam, who lost their beautiful childhood, the first days of their childhood, and their toys that they loved and played with all the time. My daughter, Habiba, lost her studies in kindergarten, and my wife, who suffers from fatigue and exhaustion all the time. As a result of displacement from one place to another, and from tent to tent, which completely changed the nature of our lives from a beautiful house to a tent in the middle of the street in which we sleep.

I need your cooperation and help in raising money to leave the Gaza Strip because leaving the Strip is due to the heat🙏🇵🇸

Thank you

Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #54 )

Ali

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[lonniemachin]

TIME SENSITIVE: HELP A PALESTINIAN FAMILY ESCAPE GENOCIDE

My friend Ahmed, his wife Maram, and their three little children Habiba (4), Kareem (2), and Muhammad (1) have been displaced multiple times in besieged Gaza. Their home was destroyed by the zionist occupation, and they have been forced to flee from place to place with no end in sight, facing famine, liver disease, skin rashes, and the recent threat of polio due to dirty drinking water. They are beyond exhausted. Ahmed frequently sends videos and photos of the conditions that have been imposed upon them, including bombings only hundreds of feet away from the place they’re currently staying.

They need €20,000, and they need it ASAP, to secure evacuation for all 5 of them when the border opens again, half of their overall target.

At €19,246, they are VERY close to this vital goal, but not there yet.

They hope to raise the remaining €754 in the next 3 DAYS, before the month is through. We need to hit €20k before 08/01/2024.

Please don’t cause my friends to despair. Please contribute what you can. Even €10 builds momentum into greater funds, and each euro is LIFE-SAVING.

Vetted by @/el-shab-hussein. I also have multiple forms of verification proving that they are a 100% legitimate Palestinian family in need of urgent help. Don’t wait until it is too late.

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[karamostaz22]

Save my family, Shahd's family.

"Hello my friends,

I am Shahd from northern Gaza. I am 18 years old and I live here with my family of 8 members. We live in northern Gaza and suffer from famine. We are now living in a fierce war in light of the lack of the minimum necessities of life: clean food and clean water. My brothers, Abdullah, Muhammad Habiba, Hala, Janan, and Shahad, and I live with my mother and father. We face death and destruction daily, and I am looking for support to help them and provide us with a safe life.

Our days have returned to the degraded state of life of early humans, crammed like piles of flesh into tents resembling scorching ovens. From morning until night we search for the same things to survive: water, food and fire. We endure long hours in line to get a tiny amount of water, and the food consists of old canned goods of poor quality. We sleep and wake up to the sounds of brutal planes, unsure of where they will strike next or who among us will be reduced to scattered remains. Here in Gaza, we live the worst life known to humanity since its beginning. You are our only hope of escaping Gaza and its oppression. Please help me and my family find a safe place to live.

I decided to create a campaign on GoFundMe to collect donations to provide the necessary assistance to my family and to evacuate us from the war environment in Gaza and travel to a place of safety.

With the simplest donation, you can save me and my family and bring us to safety

Share the goodness and be a reason to save our lives

I am asking all of you to contribute what you can, even if it is a small amount. There is no small donation, every drop of water means a lot to me and my children who are trapped in these difficult circumstances.

Please participate in the campaign and share it with your friends and family. Together, we can change the lives of these children and bring them better opportunities in the future.

D

Thank you for your support and solidarity in these difficult times. It would mean a lot to me to have you be part of this campaign and help me restore hope and happiness to my family.

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[sxnshxnxxnddxxsxxs]

why do people always have damian refer to talia as mother or talia?

now i’m gonna preface this by saying i don’t speak arabic nor am i arab but arab people feel beyond free to just tell me to stay in my lane.

that being said it makes zero sense to me that damian refers to talia as mother or her first name. this goes for both canon and fanon.

mother makes no sense to me because he wouldn’t have grown up saying mother, like you expect me to believe that in nanda parbat damian was referring to his mother in english absolutely not. and while i understand the idea that once he moves to gotham he tries to assimilate i don’t think he would do that my addressing talia as mother. like he might say my mother when referring to her in general. but when actually speaking to her or about her to her family that just feels very unnatural to me.

talia also makes no sense to me. like is to showcase their tumultuous relationship sure okay but i have never in my life seen or heard of a brown person or a poc in general directly refer to their parents as their first name. like when they’re not around sure but as a direct address never. i say this as a poc myself. like you expect me to just believe that talia would allow that. absolutely not. like no matter your stance on respectability politics i feel like addressing your elders with the appropriate respect is a pretty universal thing especially among poc. and you can still portray a tumultuous relationship between parents and children without having an element that’s so aberrative.

i think it especially pisses me off in fanon because people love to have damian refer to bruce or dick as baba as like evidence of their improving relationship but then have talia be called talia or mother. and if the reasoning is that damian and talia’s relationship is so bad that he’s doing this purposefully to put this space between them then that should be demonstrated in the narrative. that this is a recent change, an unnatural one, it isn’t instinctual, but it is purposeful. i mean there are also other issues with talia and damian having a horrible relationship but i find that most of that comes down to talias post 2001 characterisation so i wont go into it but i defo think writers should keep in mind. no media is ever created in a vacuum.

anyway from a little bit of research i’ve done i’ve found that yumma, ommah and omm are all very common ways to say mother. there are loads of different ways to say mother because arabic has so many different dialects. i’ve also found out that ommi el-habiba means my beloved mother which i could totally see damian saying really bitingly if he is fighting with talia.

once again arab people feel free to correct me or tell me to mind my business. but also i think about this a lot like even mama makes far more sense to me than mother or talia

[eretzyisrael]

How a crime of passion led to Turkish antisemitism

This is the tragic tale of Elsa Niego, whose name might not ring a bell outside the Jewish community of Turkey. In fact her case led to an antisemitic frenzy  and a campaign to get the Jews of Turkey expelled.

Elsa Niego and her killer. the case caused an antisemitic frenzy in the Turkish press

The year was 1927. Kamal Ataturk, the father of Turkey, the modern successor state to the Ottoman empire,  had declared a  fiercely secular republic three years earlier. He was already putting pressure on the Jewish community to abandon its  religious institutions and Ladino language.

Elsa Niego was a 20-year old Jewish girl who worked as a typist for the National insurance Company in Istanbul. She was the only breadwinner as her father had died. But her family could still spend their summers holidaying on the Bosphorus island of Helbelyada, which was popular with the Jewish middle class.

That summer of 1927, Elsa was spotted  on Helbelyada by Osman Ratib Bey. He was 30 years older than her, already had two wives and grandchildren. Osman Ratib became smitten with Elsa and even asked for her hand in marriage. When her mother refused (there was no question of a Jewish girl marrying a Muslim) Ratib  tried to kidnap Elsa with four accomplices. The mother filed a complaint with the police and Ratib and his friends were jailed for a while.

When Elsa became engaged to a Jewish co-worker, Rattib was driven insane by the news. He lunged at her with a knife when she and her sister were out for a walk. Elsa was stabbed eight times in the stomach and her lifeless body left in the street for hours. Her sister, who had tried to protect Elsa, was stabbed twice in the thigh. The police prevented Ratib from being lynched.

The next day, 25,000 turned up for Elsa’s funeral, demanding justice for her. Ten protestors were arrested, including a young solder who was accused of sedition. The antisemitic press demanded that Turkey break off all ties with the Jews. Anti-Jewish demonstrations spread to Izmir: Jewish schools were closed down and Jewish newspapers prevented from publishing. Meanwhile the press demanded that the Jews be expelled from Turkey.

Osman Ratib did not go to jail : he was sent instead to a mental asylum. In 1938, another inmate murdered him.

Postcript: this story was told to Point of No Return by LB, a lady whose family had emigrated from Istanbul to London. LB’s mother, who was related to Elsa Niego, was four in 1927. She was  also named Elsa Niego.  However, after the murder, the younger Elsa, who suffered from tuberculosis,  was taken to the synagogue and given a new name. Her original name was thought to have brought her bad luck.

Her parents were advised that the child could only be saved if she was sent to France. The little girl spent five years in a sanatorium run by nuns. Her family joined her in France and eventually they moved to England.

Read Sefarad article in full (Spanish)

Other crimes of passion:

The story of Habiba Msika’s piano

[randomfandomlov3]

Price of love (Chapter 1)

Warnings: slight self-depreciation, let me know if I missed any for this part.

Word count ~ 2044

Note: All mistakes are my own! Thank you for reading! <3

Лунный свет (Lunny svet)- moonlight

Habiba – My beloved in a platonic way

“Next agent to walk through that door, you have to ask out on a date. Date them for a month if you can and I will pay you $50.”

Bucky looked at Steve with wide eyes and mouth. “Why on earth would I do that?” He asked incredulously.

Nat swung her feet down from where they were on the arm of the chair. “You did say you needed some dating practice. Steve’s just trying to help you out.” Bucky glanced between two of the people he felt the most comfortable with. Maybe if they thought that was a good idea he should listen, but his gut told him something else.

“I promise it will be a good experience and you will get paid for it.”

Bucky leaned his head back on the couch with closed eyes and sighed. “Fine, what all do I have to do?”

Steve’s face split into a wide grin. “Take them out on a few of dates, bring them to a couple of movie nights, other than that the choice is yours.” Bucky ran his hands down his face.

Nat went to pipe up, but the door opening interrupted her. A beautiful woman walked into the room. You had a real pep in your step. “Hi, Fury sent me here. I am supposed to be helping you for a little while.”

Steve stood up and said, “Nice to meet you, I am Steve Rogers.” You replied with your name.

“How about I show you around?” Bucky asked you with a slight crackle in his voice.

You bounced on the balls of your feet. “Sure.” Your cheeks were dusted a light pink from his offer. He took you through the halls of the compound showing you important spaces.

After a little while when you were alone, Bucky stopped to ask you a question. “Would you like to go out on a date on Friday?”

You were a little taken aback by the question. Opening your mouth many times but receiving no words. You finally took a deep breath. “I would love to.” Your braids bounced as you skipped back to the common room. Waving to Nat and Steve you continued off in a random direction.

 Nat just shook her head. “Anybody but her.”

Bucky and Steve shared a confused look. “You know her?”

Nat nodded. “I trained her. She is one of the sweetest agents out there. I don’t like the idea of you hurting her.” The ex-assassin’s arms were crossed over her chest.

Steve stood in front of her staring the redhead down. “Buck made a deal. This will be good for both of them. She won’t hurt Bucky, and she will realize the world is not all sunshine and rainbows.”

Nat puffed up her chest to give a rebuttal, but Bucky stepped in between them. “I already asked her out, and Steve’s right a deal’s a deal.” What they didn’t need to know is that Bucky already knew you, or at least he thought he did. The redhead deflated.

“I realized that I don’t know where I am supposed to stay. Mr. Stark offered me a room here while we work together, but I have no idea where to go.” You nervously brought their attention to you.

 Nat gave the boys one last disapproving look before turning to you standing by the doorway. “Come on I’ll show you to your room.”

Your smile lit up the room. “Thank you, Habiba.” She led you down the hallway.

You got to the door in a short amount of time. “Here we are, Лунный свет (Lunny svet).”

You gave the ex-assassin a tight hug. “Thank you once again.”

Nat’s braid hit her shoulder when she shook her head. “Not a problem. If you need anything else let me know.” You nodded and waved as your mentor and best friend walked away.

Upon entering the room, you organized your bags into the closet and dresser. Next, you got on some workout clothes to take your mind off of things. Even when working out you seemed happy. Like nothing in this world could phase you.

That was what Bucky saw when he walked in for his afternoon workout with Steve and Sam. “As long as we don’t get a mission did you guys wanna get drinks on Friday?” Sam asked more to Steve than Bucky.

“Sure, I’m free, but Buck has a date Friday night.” Bucky turned his face to the floor to hide the light pink that had dusted his cheeks.

“No way! Terminator got a date. Man, that’s not fair.” Sam gave Bucky a playful punch on the arm. He gave Sam his best glare, which quickly got him to stop talking. Amid Bucky shutting Sam up, he didn’t realize that you had left the room.

You went back to your room to shower before heading back to S.H.I.E.L.D. to finish up some paperwork. Everyone noticed, including Fury, that you were even happier than you usually were. When you got back to your room that night it was already fairly late. You put on your pyjamas and crawled into bed. With the door locked you finally let the mask fall. The weight of the world seemed to weigh on you as you sank into the scratchy bed sheets. You tossed and turned most of the night before falling into a short rest, just as happened every night. You were awoken by a disembodied voice. “I was told to inform you that there is a meeting that you are required to attend in 1 hour.” FRIDAY’s voice rang across the room.

You pulled yourself out of bed and put on a flowy sundress, with shorts underneath. Fixing your hair, you looked into the mirror. A heavy sigh left your lips when you saw the slight circles under your eyes. You washed your face with water cold enough to wake your up, and taking one last look in the mirror, plastered a smile on your face and headed to where Bucky had shown you the meeting rooms.

“Cheerful, and punctual? I have a feeling you are going to do just fine, while you are here.” Tony said as he set up something on his tablet.

“Thank you, Sir, I hope so.” He looked up at your comment.

“Please call me Tony, Sir makes me feel old.”

You let out a small giggle, as Bucky and Steve walked into the room. Bucky could have sworn that was music to his ears. He had to focus extra hard on what Steve was saying, to still miss most of it. Everyone got situated and the meeting started right when it was supposed to, to Tony’s surprise. You wrote notes, as you tried to keep that smile on your face, even though you were bored out of your mind.

“What do you think, Agent?” You looked up at Steve who had taken over from Tony at some point. Looking over your notes to actually understand what he had been talking about, you shrugged.

“It’s a very grim way to look at this. I understand we need to be reasonable and know that escaping without lost lives won’t be easy, but we shouldn’t just accept it. They want us to fear them. Let’s show that fear is not a bad thing, that we are afraid but not of them because we will use our fear for our fellow agents’ lives as fuel to defeat them. One of the best techniques for those who don’t necessarily feel fear for most people, find one person on the mission, that you can’t lose. Once you do that you just have to learn to harness it. which is one of the reasons I was sent instead of someone else. I am an expert in training to use fear to make you stronger. I based my training program on Dreykov’s fear-elimination techniques that the widows had to go through. Though I will say that mine has had the much better well-being of the trainees afterward, and during.” Everybody seemed very intrigued to know what this training program was. “I think with some minor alterations this plan will be a good way to achieve the mission.” You said as you stood up and smiled at everyone.

 Then you walked out of the room. That confused everybody in there. Nat caught up to you. “Where are you going?” You just blinked at Natasha. “The meeting isn’t over until we have the details worked out,” Nat explained softly, worried about her friend.

“Oh sorry.” You quietly stated before heading back with Nat. “Sorry everyone, it’s just that usually after I would say something like that to my team back in SHIELD, no one would know what to do, so they would do nothing. So we would all separate until someone had a way to fix the mission plan.” You stated as you stared at the table.

Another agent who you had never seen before rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well you’re not at SHIELD anymore, are you?” He snapped before mumbling under his breath. “But I guess that is where someone like you belongs.” Bucky did not like what this agent was saying, but he knew he shouldn’t make a scene.

The meeting continued for a while before everyone was finally allowed to go their separate ways. Bucky noticed that you didn’t get up at the end of the meeting, but he didn’t want to be weird by asking about it.

He went to grab something to eat before he headed down to the gym to work out. When he got there and set his water bottle down, he heard a voice just above the shower in the changing room. “Stupid, you should have never thought things would have been the same here.” He heard more mumbles that he couldn’t quite make out. Continuing his workout he kept his eyes on the door to see who was beating themselves up, but no one ever came out. Even long after the shower had shut off and there was no longer any noise coming from inside.

You made your way back to your bedroom, trying to keep quiet to not disturb anyone. Gathering yourself, you plastered the smile back on your face and went out of your room. The common room was bustling with Avengers and other agents alike, as they tried to get to know each other. Your face was a wide smile as you looked around. Noticing that Nat looked into her cup and sighed when she found it empty, you grabbed a bottle of Nat’s favourite. You shocked your friend as you started to fill the empty cup.

“Oh, thank you, Лунный свет.” You smiled at Nat and nod as you left the bottle and made your way over to help someone else with something.

Friday came and you were in your room trying to find something that would make a good impression on your date. You hadn’t been on one in a little while, but you had a feeling that even then Bucky wouldn’t quite be like any of the others. After making yourself look presentable you went down to the common room where Bucky had said for them to meet. “Hey Habiba, do you think I look okay?” You asked getting Natasha’s attention.

When the ex-assassin looked up, she smiled. “You look beautiful, Лунный свет. Are you sure you want to do this?” You nodded with enthusiasm, and the redhead knew that there was something deeper there.

Bucky walked into the common room and his thoughts stopped at the sight of the woman who was waiting for him. “You look beautiful. Are you ready to go?”

You smiled as you turned around to face him. “You look quite handsome yourself.” You took the arm he offered you. As you left, you spared a quick wave to Nat. The date went by wonderfully in your mind, and Bucky asked you on a second date. What you didn’t know was Bucky was struggling through the entire date. At the end of the date, when you both got to your bedroom door, you were slightly disappointed that he only hugged you. You did understand though, he probably wanted to take things slow.

Chapter 2

[pink-valkyrie-writes]

"She's busy rn.."

-Fareeha Amari x Angela Ziegler

-warnings: nsfw, harassment (?), some arguing, recorded sex

-MY FAVORITE LESBIAN LOVERS LET'S GOOOOO. I've been wanting to write a fic with these two for awhile <3

Angela's line of work has never been easy. Running around, tons of paperwork, and love-sicken patients/coworkers. She loved Genji...as a friend and co-worker. She thought her wedding ring may have stopped him...But he always persisted. Now her wife has to step in...

"What a day.." Angela told herself as she neatly put her paperwork into one pile. The work these days were getting harder and longer. The bags under her eyes were getting darker and she didn't even have time brush her hair half the time, only just sloppily putting it up in a claw clip...But even then, she still loves her job. She has always loved to help those in need, and a tough workload won't change her love for the field of medicine.

But another pain to her day was her green haired colleague. Genji walked into her office with a hand behind his back, "Angela! You're here!" He smiled, walking to her desk where she sat. She looked up with him with a forced smile, "Hi Genji...How can I help you?" Angela asked in a tired voice.

"I brought you something...Your favorite..." He said, pulling out a box of Swiss chocolate. She was kinda surprised when he pulled about the chocolate. He always gave her gifts and treats...kinda from the kindness of his heart. Another part wants something else.

"Genji, this is very sweet of you..Thank you!" She said, accepting the box with her wedded hand, hoping to show the ring off again. "Where did you get these?"

"I ordered then offline and had the personally delivered to me...to give to you.." He blushes, smiling at Anegla. She opened the box and ate once, instantly loving the taste of the milk chocolate treat. She only ever eats these on Valetines' day with her wife or...given by Genji on the same day.

"These are amazing, Genji, thank you.." Angela mumbled, eating another chocolate. She was in heaven..

"I was thinking...Maybe you would want to go on a date this Friday?" He asked, feeling nervous about her answer. Angela gave him a certain look, one that read 'really?'.

"Genji...I didn't say yes to the last date, I am not saying yes to this one.." She said, setting the box of chocolates to the side, giving him her full attention. "Well...Maybe I can show you a good time with a dinner date, maybe a movie...I can show you a good time Angela..' He said, pleading his case to her.

"Thank you Genji, but no thank you..." She said, standing up, putting the chocolates in her tote bag along with her keys. She made her way around the desk and past him. "You can see yourself out.." she said, leaving her own office. She knows Genji is like a puppy dog and will lock up her office for her.

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Fareeha smiled and ran to the front door as she heard the locks being unlocked. She greeted her wife with a big hug, "Hi my habiba!" She said, hugging her smaller wife. Angela loved how her wife embraced her at home. Fareeha got here from deployment and will be home for the next few months.

"Ah, mein schatz..I had such a long day.." Angela said, hugging Fareeha tightly. Fareeha took her bags and keys, ushering her inside to help her relax. "Tell me all about it." Fareeha said, putting her bag down. As she set it down on their counter, she noticed a red box. Fareeha pulled it out to see the Swiss chocolate.

She turned to show Angela the box, "..Did your little green sparrow gives these to you..?" Fareeha asked, feeling instantly annoyed. She knew Genji liked her wife a lot.

Angela sighed, "What do you think?" She said, asking as if it was obvious. Fareeha already knew the answer, yes. She opened the box and stole a chocolate. "The ones I get you taste better..." She said, clearly bitter.

"Fareeha, you know not to take this to heart," she said, setting her coat on the coat rack. "I know it shouldn't let it bother me, but it still does...He knows you're married yet he's still so desperate..!" Fareeha said, dropping the box on the counter and going back to kitchen. Fareeha was making Angela dinner before she came home.

"He's being nice!"

"He wants to take you for himself!"

Angela came into the kitchen to see Fareeha cooking, leaning against the counter, watching her wife angrily cook a delicious meal. Fareeha shook her head, not seeming interested in the excuses for Genji.

"I always reject him because I am with you"

"But you accept his gifts! That gives him the idea he has a chance!"

She took a deep breath and sighed, looking down at the food, "Listen, I don't want to be mad at you. You know I love you and you know you're a beautiful woman...I don't trust guys like him.."

Angela sighed, moving to wrap her arms around Fareeha's strong body, "I hear you...I don't want you to feel like I want him." She said, kissing her upper forearm then resting her head on his shoulder. Fareeha leaned her down on top of hers, continuing to cook.

Soon Fareeha looked at her, "Give me a kiss," then Angela smiled, leaning on her tippy toes to kiss her wife. They always tried not to stay mad at one another, but they also never wanted to shy away from problems. That's why they're amazing together.

Later after dinner was eaten and cleaned up, Angela got out the shower into their shared room. Fareeha was dressed in a loose shirt and boxers, laying on the bed while on her phone. She looked up and whistled at seeing her wife in just a towel and her hair wet. Anegla blushed, going to her dresser to grab her pajamas.

She then used to her towel to dry her head, letting Fareeha see all of her wife's exposed body. Even though she's seen her body many times before, she still blushes as if it was her first time seeing her. Angela put on her black, silk robe and moved on to her skin care. Fareeha moved off the bed and behind her, wrapping her arms around her waist. She took a deep breath in to smell the body wash she used. The scent of vanilla and shea always brought her a sense of comfort, "You smell good.."

Anegla smiled as she applied her various face creams and serums, "Thank you mein liebling," she said, loving the feeling of Fareeha so close to her. She felt her face get hotter as she feels her wife press her hips against her backside, like she was trying to grind on her.

Fareeha's hands moved all along her body. Squeezing her hips, hands cupping her breast, hands moving down to grope her ass. It was clear that Fareeha wanted her tonight. Angela moved the towel off her head, allowing Fareeha to smell her freshly washed hair. Her wife's hands were the only ones she loved.

Angela moved her hangs to untie the robe, letting the black silken material open to reveal the space between her breast, her stomach...the mirror cutting off along her pubic bone, almost hiding Fareeha's prize. Her wife smiled, picking up Angela and putting her down on the bed. "You look so sexy right now," Fareeha said, moving to be on top of her.

She moved the robe to fully expose her body, a hand running down her body. Anegla immediately submitted to her touch, "Fareeha..." she said, feeling the hands she loved most touch her hardening nipples. Her breath became heavier, skin getting goosebumps. Then Fareeha moved to kiss Angela, locking her lips in with hers. Moving down, she kisses along her neck, sucking on her pale skin to leave marks she can wear to work tomorrow.

"Oh mein gott...Mein schatz..." she said, feeling her body tingle at the feeling of have her sensitive spots tended to. Fareeha's hands moved to her breast, squeezing the soft flesh. Angela moaned softly, smiling as she bites her bottom lip. Fareeha kissed down her body, kissing down the valley of her breasts, kissing along her stomach, and kissing the top of her pubic bone. She looked up at the blonde, wanting to get the 'ok' to proceed. Angela nodded, giving a small 'yes' as well.

Instantly, she moved down to kiss along her cunt. She took her time, licking up her slit to her clit. She tasted her the blonde's wetness, loving her taste. She could stay like this for hours if she really wanted to. Fareeha wrapped her arms around her pale thighs, pulling her in closer.

Angela moaned, eyes closing and head leaning back into the mattress. Her hand resting on top of Fareeha's black hair, keeping her head there, "Fuck, Fareeha don't stop," she begged. But she didn't have to beg, she wasn't planning on stopping any time soon.

Angela felt herself getting closer, her moans and whines indicating that. Though she had a strong grip on her hair, Fareeha pulled away licking her lips, "Not yet baby.." she said, moving off the bed to go to her bed side table. Angela knew what that meant, she took off the robe completely and threw it on the floor.

She watched Fareeh take off her clothes, admiring her strong figure. Her biceps, abs, and v-line we addicting to look at. She slipped on the strap on, tightening the straps so she can feel the burn of the ropes while fucking her.

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The room was hot and sweaty. Fareeha snapped her hips into Angela, roughly fucking her while looking into her eyes. Eye contact was a big with her, if Angela wanted to finish, she knew she had to give Fareeha her full attention. She held her legs up to her chest, Angela's ankles resting on her shoulders.

Though she was focused on her wife, she kept hearing her phone go off and being flooded with text messages. Fareeha tried to focus on her, but kept getting distracted, Angela noticed this, "Hey...are you okay?" she asked. She sighed as the messages kept going off. "can you see what they wants?" Angela asked nicely and Fareehs agreed.

Fareeha slowly pulled out, going to check Angela's phone. She smiled at the screen saver of her and Angela of their winter ski trip which also their wedding anniversary they spent in Norway. As she entered in the password, she saw many messages from her work email about stuff for tomorrow, texts from coworkers...then a certain text from Genji.

He sent a shirtless gym photo, showing off his arms, asking her "you up?" Fareeha was instantly annoyed, where did he get off thinking this was a good idea? Plus...hers gains were better. She could also see in previous texts Angela stays professional and doesn't ever try to flirt back. She loved seeing how loyal she was.

"What's wrong..?" she asked, see her wife's jaw clench. Fareeha took her phone to the bed and showed her, making Angela groan in annoyance. But then Fareeha told her, "On your hands and knees. I'm gonna show him that you're mine..." she said as Angela obliged. Angela knew what she was going to do, and she loved it. Fareeha easily slid the silicone cock back into Angela, slowly thrusting. Grabbing her blonde locks, she started to pick up speed again, making her moan out loudly. She looked delicious like this.

Fareeha positioned the phone, hitting the record button. The camera shows Angela's back, the view of Fareeha pulling her hair back as she moaned.

"Who's the pussy is this?" she asked in a breathy voice, hand leaving her hair to smack her ass repeatedly. It make Angela cry out, "It's yours! Only yours Fareeha!" she moaned, whining at the ass slaps. She laced her hands through her hair, grabbing at the scalp to pull again. As Angela moaned out for her, Fareeha flipped the camera to show her face. She gave the camera a smile before ending the video. Before sending the video, she texted him,

"She's busy rn..."

She clicked the send button. Fareeha tossed the phone aside and kept thrusting, her now free hand grabbing ahold of her waist to help with the thrusts. Her grip on her hair never faltered, "Good girl...You love taking this dick.." she said, slapping her ass again. She bit her lip, smiling as she whines at her comment. Angela backed on her strap-on, meeting her thrusts halfway through.

"I love you, mein liebling"

"I love you most, my habiba..."

The next day, Fareeha was walking with Angela as her hand rested on her hip. Angela wore a v-neck, showing off the hickies that was given to her the night before. As they walked to her office from her lunch break, they pasted Genji who seemed timid as her look at Fareeha.

She gave him a smirk as she continued to talk to Angela who was explaining a work thing while looking at her tablet. Her hand that rested on her hip moved into Angela's back pocket, keeping her angel close. She kept her far away from that green sparrow.

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[lifeofresulullah]

The Life of The Prophet Muhammad(pbuh): The Treaty of Hudaybiyah and Calling the Great States of the World to Islam

Calling The Negus of Abyssinia to Islam

It was the month of Muharram in the 7th year of the Migration.

First, the Prophet gave the following letter to Umayya and sent him to Ashama, the Negus of Abyssinia:

“In the name of God, the most Merciful, the most Compassionate!

From Muhammad, the Messenger of God to the Negus of Abyssinia!

O king! I want you to be a Muslim.

I praise Allah, except whom there is no god, who is the Absolute Ruler, the Pure One, the Source of Peace, the Inspirer of Faith and the Guardian, on behalf of you.

I witness that Jesus, son of Mary, is the slave and word of God.  God breathed that word —which is the word “Kun!” (be)— and that spirit into Maryam, who was very clean and chaste and who had left the worldly life completely. She became pregnant to Jesus. Thus, God created Jesus. Similarly, God had created Adam with His hand of power (as a miracle).

O King! I invite you to believe in God, to worship him, to obey me and to believe in what was sent to me by God; I am the Messenger of God appointed to convey them to people. I invite you and your people to believe in God, who is mighty and glorious.

I conveyed you the principles of Islam and advised you; accept my advice.

May peace be upon the guided ones!”

Amr, who set off from Madinah in order to go to Abyssinia, was also assigned the following tasks:

a) To ask the Negus to send the Muslims that had migrated there to Madinah,

b) To ask the Negus to marry Umm Habiba, who was a widow among the mujahids, off to the Prophet.

Amr, the envoy of the Prophet, who arrived in Abyssinia, handed the letter of the Prophet to the Negus.

The Negus held the letter of the Prophet with respect, rubbed it on his eyes, kissed it and put it on his head; then, he made his men read it.  After the letter was read, he came down from his throne and sat on the ground with modesty. Then, he declared his Islam by uttering kalima ash-shahada and said, “If it was possible, I would go and visit him.” Then, he added, “He is the illiterate prophet that Jews and Christians have been waiting for. Moses gave the good news about the emergence of Jesus by saying, ‘he rides a donkey’; similarly, Jesus gave the good news about the emergence of Muhammad by saying, ‘he rides a camel’. I wish I were in Muhammad’s service rather than being a sovereign king.”

The Letter is Put in a box

Ashama, the Negus, asked for a box made of elephant bone and put the letter of the Prophet in it. He said, “Abyssinians will not lack goodness and abundance as long as they have this letter.”

It is mentioned that a man in Damascus has a letter resembling this letter of the Messenger of God. That person said he bought the letter from a market Abyssinia.

According to the information given, the letter is about 23x33 cm and it is written on a piece of leather in brown ink.  

At the end of the 17th line of letter, there is a mark of a round seal. This seal is 2,5 cm in diameter. It is in the form of three lines; from top to bottom: “Muhammad” in one line, “Messenger” in one line and “God” in one line.

The Demand of Amr b. As from the Negus

Amr b. As, who was a genius of politics from the Quraysh, was in Abyssinia at that time. He saw that Amr b. Umayya frequently went to the presence of the Negus. He was very angry when he saw it; he even thought of killing Amr b. Umayya. Once he went to the presence of the Negus and said,  “O Negus! I see someone often comes to your presence; he is the envoy of a man who is our enemy. Surrender him to me so that I will kill him!”

The Negus got very furious when he heard this suggestion. He hit Amr on the nose with the back side of his hand. Amr thought his nose was broken.

Then, the Negus said furiously, “You demand a person whom Gabriel (Jibril), who had brought revelation to the Prophet Moses, brought revelation to in order to kill him; is that right?”

Amr said, “O Negus! Is he really a prophet?”

The Negus answered as follows:

“Woe on you, O Amr! Listen to me and obey him at once! I swear by God that he is on the right path and will defeat those who oppose him just like Moses, who defeated the Pharaoh and his army.”

It was time for Amr to embrace the true path. He said to the Negus, “Will you accept my allegiance to him and witness my being a Muslim?”

The Negus accepted his offer. Amr became a Muslim and offered his allegiance to the Prophet through the Negus. However, he did not tell his friends that he had become a Muslim. Amr b. As, who embraced Islam in Abyssinia in the 7th year of the Migration, revealed that he had become a Muslim in Madinah in the 8th year of the Migration in the presence of the Messenger of God one year later.  

The Negus of Abyssinia, Ashama, who declared recklessly that he had become a Muslim, gave a letter to Amr b. Umayya, the envoy of the Prophet. He stated in the letter that he fulfilled what the Prophet had demanded. He also stated that he was sending him some valuable presents and that he himself would go and visit the Prophet in Madinah if the Prophet asked him to do so.

Umm Habiba is Married off to the Prophet

Umm Habiba was the daughter of Abu Sufyan, the leader of the Quraysh. She had migrated to Abyssinia from Makkah with her husband Ubaydul­lah b. Jahsh in order to be able to practice her religion freely. Ubaydullah became a Christian later but she maintained her religion. When Ubaydullah died, she became a widow. Meanwhile, she saw in her dream Ubaydullah calling her as , ”O Mother of Believers!”. She interpreted it as, “the Messenger of God will marry her.”

As it is known, the Arab women would not marry unless they found someone equal. Umm Habiba could not find anyone equal to her in a land that she was not familiar with; she was in a difficult situation. It was necessary to reward such an honorable woman who was alone and away from her relatives in a land far away from her country. Therefore, the Messenger of God wanted to marry her.  

The Prophet had asked the Negus to marry her off to him. The Negus fulfilled the wish of the Prophet and married her off to him.

Muslim Muhajirs are Sent to Madinah

Another demand of the Messenger of God from Ashama was “to send the Muslim muhajirs to Madinah”. As­hama fulfilled this demand, too. He embarked the muhajirs on a ship and sent them to Madinah under the command of Hazrat Jafar.

[ungrateful-cyborg-moved]

10 fandoms, 10 characters, 10 tags

Basic rules: choose 10 fandoms that you are part of/support, and choose a favorite character from each of those. Then, tag ten folks!

Tagged by: @miqojak! Ty! It didn't even take me half a year to get around it this time XD

In no particular order, except for the first one ever since I'm 16. Also finding 10 fandoms is kinda hard because I'm def not that active, or even a passive participant, in so many fandoms so you'll get a glimpse of my younger self instead :'D

And long post ahead so thank you in advance if you've taken the time to go through this list!

Kanon, from Saint Seiya

Look, this is the blorbo and if you see similarities between his backstory and Kazan's, no you don't. Mentioning either him or the manga is enough to get my friends to sigh and groan as they await the inevitable gushing/rant that'll follow (which reminds me that I haven't, actually, gushed about him or ranted about the manga in quite a while now). Which is to say, I love lonely sad villains/antiheroes and if you've ever seen me mentioning the forbidden blorbo, now you know who I'm talking about.

Emet-Selch, from FFXIV

At this point I feel like I should mention that I do not stand in favor of manipulating or killing people as a form of therapy :'D

A bit more seriously though, I think he's the first character I felt so viscerally about in the game? Like I never agreed with his views but going through ShB I really hoped we'd managed to bring him to our side. My tragedy-loving ass won't complain about how ShB ended for him, mind you, but still.

Honorable mention for Thancred too, whom I feel more and more attached to as times passes, and also Y'shtola but in her case it's perhaps more the fact that she's, in terms of behavior, very much My Type.

Madi, from Black Sails

There are many great characters in that TV show and if you haven't seen it, I can only recommend it to you. But really, Madi is my favourite of the lot and definitely the inspiration for Inge if I had to pick one.

Between her cleverness, her dignity, her integrity, her charisma, her dedication to her people and her cause and her curiosity about others, what's not to love about her?

Varric Tethras, from Dragon Age 2 / DA:I

I was hesitating between Isabela and Cullen, but then I remembered the Best Companion Ever and how could I not put Hawke's most loyal friend on the list? I love him, love his loyalty, how he stays compassionate despite all he goes through, his sense of humor, his honesty... Only wish we could have romanced him in DA:I, but on the other end I like his story with Bianca so I'm not too sad about not being able to.

Byakuya Kuchiki, from Bleach

In the spirit of this dash game I'll respect the rules and make a choice, but if I'd filled this list any other day, I might have put Grimmjow there instead :'D

Anyway. I love a stubborn man with a stick up his ass and too many (conflicting) principles despite a rebellious heart who needs to be almost killed to start thinking that perhaps, just perhaps, he could have handle a Situation better.

And I love this character development past that point.

He wasn't an inspiration for Wolfe, but they're very much alike in several aspect. Byakuya is, however, a lot better at keeping a straight face.

Lois Habiba, from Torchwood S3

I haven't watched Torchwood in a long time but I remember her. In fact I remember Lois better than I remember some of the main cast.

She was just a normal young woman who had managed to get a really good job and risked everything to do the right thing and idk. She was just a really solid character that deserved better recognition.

Dean Winchester. Do I need to say from where?

Look, I loved all five seasons of Supernatural. A shame they didn't add more later!

And with Dean it's a bit personal so I'm not gonna go deep in details about it, but let's just say that there's quite a bit of me that I recognized in him and I just want to give that man a hug.

Donna Noble, from Doctor Who

I'm not up to date with the new seasons/episodes so no spoilers please!

But hm, yeah. I think what I loved the most about how Russel T. Davies was directing the show was how real his everyday people turned companion felt, and while I preferred Rose when I was younger, the older I get, the more appreciation I have for Donna.

She's just so full of life and character, so brave and so unapologetic about being herself despite her self-esteem issues, but I think what I love above all else about her is how she always acted as an equal to the Doctor.

I'm gonna repeat myself but really, the older I get, the more I love her. And I really need to catch up :'D

Cain Hargreaves, from the Cain saga

Honestly I don't expect anyone to remember this manga XD It's an old one I read when I was a teenager and one of the few I kept despite not having re-read it in 10+ years. I don't remember that much from it but I do remember the ending quite well.

Anyways. Cain's a young earl with a tragic past, a strong sense of justice, more money than common sense, a love for poisons and a fear of commitment. Truly, what could go wrong with such a character?

Also:

"Have I ever failed a promise to you? - Yes, all the time." after his sister made him swear he'd come back to her alive is just perfect.

Spike, from BtVS

He's devoted, he's cruel, he's romantic, he's brave, he's pathetic, he's capable of taking responsibility for his actions... I love a multifaceted character and I've had a soft spot for Spike ever since I've watched the series for the first time.

I rewatched it not too long ago and it didn't age that well imo, or maybe I'm just more critical than I used to be, but I still think Spike is an awesome character and I love that it was in spite of Whedon's intentions for him.

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And I believe that brings me at 10 characters for 10 fandoms! It strangely feels more like undressing in front of strangers than actually undressing in front of strangers :'D So obviously I'm gonna tag a few people to do it too:

@under-the-blood-moonlight @merlwybs-wife @voidtekarc @alannah-corvaine @ashenbun @zhauric @biff-adventurer @tea-and-conspiracy and @confusedtia! And frankly anyone else who wants to!

[mchlgayser]

Please can we have a Mo Salah/Marco Asensio fic? Reader had a one night stand with Marco back in 2019 but only them two know and she’s now seeing Mo and the relationship is so pure but he sees the DMs Marco has sent since (she’s not interested anymore) and even though he trusts her, Mo gets jealous and takes his frustrations out on Marco in the LIV/RMA match. thank you

PRESENT TIME: : mohamed salah x female!reader

author's note: hello dear! I will do as you ask but I'm afraid I can't do the 'one-night stand' part with Marco and instead I'll change it to past relationship with each other. This is due to Mo's religion as a muslim. I'm sorry if this upset but I'll try my best to fulfill the other parts. This fiction is so out of the reality, like some I just add as to what I like it might not happened in rl too but anw thank u xx

contents warning: a fight almost broke off at the field

'Love you can hit the shower now, it's free!' Your husband said, going through his drawer to find clothes and some sort, you hum putting the phone back on the table and walk away-- But you stopped double checking to make sure that it was locked before you left to shower.

Salah stopped his movement the moment you lock the bathroom door and went through your phone, it was locked and the face is denied his so he calls for your three-year-old daughter, Habiba

'Can you come here for a moment darling?' She steps in and he put the phone right on her face and the phone unlocked 'Thank, now go back and watch your cartoon show..' He scrolls through your phone hoping he could find something, anything but to no avail he finds none.

Not until a notification popped on the screen and he saw @marcoasensio10 has sent you a message.

He clicks on it and it loads on an Instagram message, it was just one text from you but partially Marco.

He scroll further up until he can't, it started with;

@marcoasensio10: hey, it's me Marco. (16 May 2019)

@marcoasensio10: can we talk?? Please.... (17 May 2019)

@marcoasensio10: I miss the time when we used to date (27 Sep 2020)

@marcoasensio10: I heard you got married.. Congrats! (28 Sep 2020)

@marcoasensio10: How're you now? Good? Can I say that I still miss you?? (3 Oct 2020

And now there's finally one from you

@yourusername: I'm not interested Marco, I got a husband now, a married woman. You should stop messaging me like this. It's not appropriate. Please stop texting me or I'm blocking you (4 Oct 2020)

@marcoasensio10: Just checking up I guess? Well then see you (4 Oct 2020)

Time jumps to this year and he suddenly texting you again.

@marcoasensio10: I miss you y/n, dearly. Come back to me so we can fix our problem (Today at 08:34)

Salah was annoyed, not at you obviously, he trusted you with all his soul and heart and based on the text you haven't paid attention much to him either but he can't ignore the fact that he's jealous, jealous of the fact that somebody is loving his wife right now, his haven. He was frustrated with the fact that a guy of your past hadn't gotten past you.

When he heard the shower tap closing, he rapidly wears his clothes and locked the phone pretending like he wants to get out of the room by the time you got out 'Where are you heading to? You questioned, towel on top of your head as you dried it clean 'Just checking up on Habiba..' He mentioned sending a wink your way and left.

He was thinking of a plan, a plan to get revenge that won't seem to prominent in your eyes at the public's. He then remembered about his upcoming match against Real Madrid.

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Today is the match, Mo had invited you over to see him play, you agreed seeing nothing's wrong with it and leave with your daughter, Habiba to the stadium.

You are now sitting on the v.i.p benchers, waiting for the game to start as fans continue cheering for both sides, you smile at Habiba as her hands got ahold of the rail, 'Are you excited baby?' She nods jumping up and down

'Papa!' She squealed pointing to the big screen, you look up seeing the camera are now focusing on him but it immediately switched to his other teammates, Habiba sulk pointing to the screen once again 'Papa!' She yelled, and you chuckle at her sulky demeanor 'There! There's papa Biba!' You exclaimed pointing down to the field and she screeched seeing her father.

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The first half ended with Real Madrid leading 1-0, you had started to grew anxious buy it was the opposite for Habiba, she was happily playing with her tablet. You could see that Mo was down but it's not the only thing that caught you, it's including Marco waving over at you with a smile right in front of your husband.

You looked away from him looking down on Habiba and pretending like you catching up on her instead, Mo on the other hand could not take any longer. He push Marco hard he almost stumbles, Mo started going at him yelling words you could not make out, you was worried, so worried for your husband as players from both teams now started to separated the two apart.

It was then Mo got two yellow card with one red card for starting a fight, you was shocked picking up Habiba out of instinct and ran inside the locker room where players assemble.

You immediately spotted your husband running towards his direction and gave him a tight reassuring hug. 'It's okay.'

'It's not okay, he was picking on you. Don't say that it was okay.' He admitted, hands running through your head with a heavy sigh 'You knew?' He hums hugging you even tighter 'But I'm not mad at you, he was wrong for what he did. I'm okay now, I put him in his place.'

'What place?' A small voice cooed, you both look down seeing Habiba looking up to both of you with big doe eyed, you share a look between Mo and her before you let a small laugh 'Nothing babe!'

Mo continued watching the game with you inside the locker room and left shortly after the game ended, all said was 'I'm already excited to leave and spend time with you and Biba.'

author's note II: icl, I'm not happy with the result, it was shitty, is all I can speak up but at least I get to update 💀💀 but I think I did my best tbh, hope you can feel the same anon and readers <3 xx

[hakawena]

Today is so beautiful..

Nothing happened.

But I am just exactly where I am meant to be in this exact moment of life.

God presents in everything around us and oh god what a beautiful world of creation.

“We’ve came way too long” Habiba said in a middle of a conversation and we’ve came way too long indeed.

Everything is so beautiful merely the way it is..

There is always room for improvement… there is always a way out and there is always a window to breathe the breeze into your chest..

Warmed in heart with god’s plan..

We always have a choice even if we might loop in the thought that we don’t.

It is your day, your life and your time… and there is a million way to enjoy the ride..

Room into everything beautiful

All feelings are from god…

The blessings, the hardships and the unfathomed is fathomed through his creation.

Flow young soul… we’re only here for a matter of time and nothing is final.

So just wake up, drink water, breathe and walk slowly ….

- April 25th and my friend is getting married:)

[imnourayman]

Disclaimers!!

1) This is probably going to be a long post

2) This is just my personal observation as someone born, raised, and still residing in Alexandria, Egypt. This may not be the case for other arabic-speaking countries, and may not even be the same in other areas here in Egypt.

So basically, take it with a grain of salt or don't read the post in the first place.

Simply put, the word "hayati" or حياتي

Now, what is this even going to be about?

I have seen it used on multiple occasions when trying to write an arabic-influenced character.

And while I do appreciate the sentiment and am in no way against trying to incorporate "native" words into the english dialogue, I wouldn't recommend using this one in particular.

But what does hayati even mean?

Well, direct translation would be "my life." Though it sounds a bit weird, so I'd say "mi vida" in spanish seems to carry more of the same sentiment.

Then why not use it as a term of endearment?

Basically, no one uses it nowadays, so reading it just pulls me out of the mood and instantly makes the scene I'm reading funny.

Hayati is definitely a very sweet word, but you would only really find it in very cheesy poetry, so I just can't take the characters seriously when I read it.

So what are other alternatives?

Well, technically there are two:

1) Hoby / hobi / hobby / hobbi

I wrote all of these because I'm unsure how to write it in english, but it's basically حبي

Or for anyone interested in the pronunciation details: حُبِّي

What does it mean?

"Hobb"/ حب in arabic means love, and the "i"/ ي added at the end is the first person possessive suffix.

So it means "my love".

Is it more preferable than "hayati"?

Slightly, but it's very rare too, so it would still seem funny and weird.

Then why mention it?

I just wanted to make a clear distinction between it and the second alternative.

2) Habiby / habibi

This one is used for males (حبيبي), while the female version of it is habebty / habebti / habibty / habibti (حبيبتي)

The first two of the female version are how it's pronounced in the Egyptian dialect, while the latter two are what I've heard of other dialects.

As for standard arabic, حبيبتي would be pronounced habibaty / habibati.

Now, what does it mean?

"Habib"/ حبيب means male lover, with the "i"/ ي added as a possessive suffix.

While "habiba"/ حبيبة means female lover, so the last letter "ة" is transformed into "ت" for the first person possessive to be added.

Which means "my lover."

* Side note: "Habiba" is a female name commonly found here, and in that context tends to lean more towards meaning "lovely" rather than "lover"

Is this term more preferable?

Yes, that's what my parents call each other even though I'm literally in the room down the short corridor. It's what my aunt calls her husband when she wants him to fetch something for her. And it's what I grew up calling my siblings and cousins.

So I'd say it's more common among those we're close to, whether it's a familial or romantic relationship.

Is it used in a platonic setting?

Only when we're joking or frustrated at a close friend, and almost always a friend of the same gender.

Do teen couples use it?

As far as I'm aware, no. Since most of us here are muslims, you don't see as many romantic relationships between teenagers as you do in other countries.

But even those that do exist tend to keep a certain distance, as most things are forbidden until the couple is married.

But this particular detail shouldn't stop writers from using the term unless you're going for something 100% realistic. While in a fictional world, that shouldn't be a problem.

Final thoughts

Again, this is just my personal opinion as an Egyptian teenager. And as someone who loves writing as well, I respect the writers' decisions, and I'm glad they're even giving us this content in the first place.

I know my age and the lack of certainty in my english spelling of the words might make me seem like an unreliable source, and maybe I am.

I do not claim to know every detail of the fascinating language that is arabic, but I can confidently talk about how I use it and hear it.

And in the end, write what you want as long as it makes you happy!

[lonniemachin]

I was asked to help share Maram's fundraiser. She is a young displaced Palestinian mother urgently raising money to evacuate she and her family from Gaza. She has only raised €225 out of her €30,000 goal so far! Please share and donate, and if you can't donate, please still share!

From Maram's GFM:

‏Hi, my name is Maram. I am 28 years old. I am a Palestinian from Gaza City.A mother for 3 kids. This is my husband, Ahmed, and my children are Habiba, four years old, kareem, two years old, and Mohammad, nine months old. ‏My family and I went through very difficult circumstances in Gaza after October 7th ‏

It’s painful to say that we lost everything. But yes

we did! We lost our beautiful homeland with all its memories, we lost our job, we lost our lives and our dreams. We evacuated our house with only a small bag of clothes before it was bombed and destroyed. So technically YES we have lost EVERYTHING, from the biggest to the smallest little detail.

We have been displaced 6 times. My children left our home for the first time and moved to another home, and then we moved with the family to another, less safe home. Then the army ordered us to flee to southern Gaza, so we fled to the ground, then we ended up fleeing to a small tent and sleeping on the sand. ‏

My family suffers from a lack of food, especially ‏the children. My child, Mohammed, who is 9 months old, ran out of breast milk due to malnutrition, and the price of infant formula has doubled. Kareem and Habiba saw the simplest thing that could be available to children, which is apples, so they screamed and cried, wanting an apple, but the price of one apple reached 10 dollars or more!! ‏In addition, there was also a lack of healthy drinking water, which caused them severe stomach pain and diseases such as hepatitis A.

‏Due to the conditions imposed by the occupation, the siege, and the lack of resources, it has become difficult for my family to provide the children with basic and simple needs, such as diapers. It is difficult to provide all the needs, and due to the poor quality of the types of diapers available, my children suffered from a skin problem ‏ My family also suffers from not having a bathroom or even a shower. We can only shower once a month using a bucket due to lack of water. There is no electricity or gas either. ‏Every morning, I wash my children's clothes in cold water and spread the clothes out in the open air. If there is food, it is cooked on firewood, which is completely unhealthy and tastes bad. Me and my husband shared a beautiful life together. Our home was always filled with love and laughter. My children are the most precious thing I have in my life. ‏ Our lives were once full of dreams and hopes, but the never-ending cycle of conflict in Gaza shattered those dreams. Now our only goal is to survive. ‏ While others dream of the future, we long for the past, remembering the life we once lived before the horrors of war tore it apart.

‏I have hesitated to ask for financial assistance for several months, but the reality is that life in Gaza has become impossible in the near future. With schools destroyed and opportunities disappearing, our only chance for a better life lies beyond these borders. ‏ My only hope is to save my little family and we need €30,000 to make it out of Gaza, to start a new life from scratch. It is very difficult to leave homeland, but we are forced To get out of Gaza. Your kindness can make a big difference to us. Your donation, no matter how small, will help us escape the constant fear and uncertainty that has plagued our lives for so long. If you're not able to donate, simply sharing our campaign with your friends, family and social networks can also have a huge impact. ‏Together, we can give my children the opportunity to grow up in a world free of the horrors of war. Your kindness will help us build a brighter future and restore hope to a family that has endured so much suffering. ‏ Thank you from the bottom of our hearts for your sympathy and support! Your contributions will not only change our lives, but will also provide hope to countless people affected by similar circumstances.

[ameina]

Urgent appeal 🚨🚨

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‏Did you ever imagine that you would be left alone and find no one by your side?

Have you ever felt the feeling of a person who loses everything in an instant? Even the smallest things ended quickly. Have you felt neglected and not meeting your children's basic needs of food, drink and medicine?

I am Amina Al-Baba, and I have four children: Jude, 12 years old, Habiba, 10 years old, six years old, and finally, my child, Maryam, is one year old and completed in this war. She needs special care because she is a little girl, and healthy food like milk, and she needs Pampers, and all of this is not always available, which makes the matter worse.

My daughter, Jude, suffers from glandular problems, and this affects her growth and negatively affects her psychological state among her friends. She was supposed to get the medicine at the right time, but currently there are no hospitals, so I need your help urgently in this matter.

I studied graphic design and finished my studies three months before the war and started my work, but the war ended all that and was the reason for me losing my job and my husband, who was working as a driver, suddenly because of the war. We found ourselves without work from that time until the present time.

We left our home and were forced to go to the places of displacement to which we were asked to move. We now live in a small tent that is not enough for us, despite the lack of security, safety and comfort. However, we are still living this difficult life under bombardment, destruction and starvation, knowing that at any moment we could lose each other.

Do you know how you feel when you are displaced, without a home, in unsafe places, full of bombing and destruction, and in the midst of all this, I see a glimmer of hope to start a new life for me and my family by leaving Gaza and creating a new life for me, my children, and my family.

Therefore, I ask you to extend a helping hand with generosity towards us. Every contribution from you will alleviate our suffering and will open new horizons for us away from wars and conflicts.

[harpianews]

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