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[sleeplessvalley]

immediately following the release of end-world normopathy, I went to go look at the description for qualia automata on the team 6x111 carrd and

""It's not a nightmare, just some nonsense." Tamari, a prototype android powered by AI, longs to prove their humanity to their creator, Dr. ███████ ██████, and a ██████ █████████, ███████. When Tamari goes missing without explanation, ███████ is faced with the nature of ██████, humanity, and reality itself as they search to understand their ███████'s antics." at least half of these blanks can be filled now, which I managed to piece together with a couple lines from the song as well as the description

""It's not a nightmare, just some nonsense." Tamari, a prototype android powered by AI, longs to prove their humanity to their creator, Dr. Fayrouz ██████, and a second automaton, Mariyam. When Tamari goes missing without explanation, Mariyam is faced with the nature of ██████, humanity, and reality itself as they search to understand their brother's antics."

or at least this is what I'm 90% sure it says, which I think is very neat. as for what remains, they're both six letters long; my guess is that either both are Fayrouz's last name, or the first one is Fayrouz's last name and the second is something we still don't know yet and will get revealed later

EDIT: the carrd has been updated with the blanks filled in!

I was off my mark with "automaton" and "brother" (it was "sibling", which as someone mentioned to me in the replies, also has 7 letters and Tamari is typically referred to with they/them), though the words I used do roughly mean the same thing as the actual thing

we now have fayrouz's last name, khalid, and the last word I had no idea about was "family". awesome!

[ashersbraincell]

So I’ve come up with some ideas for a particular line in Reckless Battery Burns(GHOST and pals)

“Wondering what it would be like to be locked in a room with electrical lights that burn like a match”

Hear me out

The electrical lights that burn like a match are ai(ie, what tamari and mariyam are). You have to go out on a very poetic limp here with me in this interpretation. Basically, electrical lights are something artifical and electrical like, like, well, robots and machinery such as programs and computers. Meanwhile, in this instance they “burn like a match”, something organic, more natural, ie human. Therefore ai that mimicks human behaviour and emotions.

And Tamari would consider visiting Mariyam like this being “locked in a room” because it’s visiting her, at this point(bc this is before end-world normopathy) unenlightnened self to the truths that Tamari knows(ie the alternative universes and fourth dimension idk im not that deeo in Qualia Automata lore).

Or, alternatively, if you want to take a simpler interpretation its the fact that Mariyam is still under Fayrouz’s control.

Speaking of!

I think the very title of the song could be interpreted as a representation of how Fayrouz views Tamari, ie recklessly burning through the batteries used to create him(since he’s not living up to his purpose as an ai therapist).

[poisoned-sugar11]

Our glow Tamari has been eagerly accepted into the pack on arrival. While our Mariyam is naturally shy, they seem to be growing more acclimated to the new pack member. The non glowing Tamari was very pleased to meet them immediately.

[chaotic-neutrals]

"It's not a nightmare, just some nonsense." Tamari, a prototype android powered by AI, longs to prove their humanity to their creator, Dr. Fayrouz Khalid, and a second prototype, Mariyam. When Tamari goes missing without explanation, Mariyam is faced with the nature of family, humanity, and reality itself as they search to understand their sibling's antics. - 🪲

I KNOW . WHAT YOU Ar e . also do you guys like the new blog theme i made it pretty

[notwhatyoucameherefor]

Family dynamics for my silly humanstuck au

Because having every family consist of two siblings and one parental figure felt really forced. All lussi are humanized.

Megido: Damara is the Handmaid's daughter, and Aradia is Ram Mom's daughter. The Handmaid is trapped in the clown cult and playes basically the same role she does in the comic. She gave Damara to Ram Mom because her position in the cult prohibits her from having kids at all and keeping her around was putting both her and her kid in danger. They were both raised by Ram Mom and told they were siblings, but Damara knows that's a lie because she was there for the cult stuff and Aradia knows because she has any level of observation skills.

Nitram: Nitram is in quotation marks because they are in no way related. Rufioh is a kid in the same neighborhood as Tavros who hangs out at the same places and shares a lot of interests and helps Tavros with his school work and personal issues. Their relationship is sibling like enough in nature that they just refer to each other as their older/younger brother when referring to them in conversation. Summoner is Tav's dad, Tinkerbull is Rufioh's dad who considers Tavros honorary family.

Captor: Captor is also in quotation marks bc they're not related either. The biclopse lussus has been split into two people for this au and Sollux and Mituna are honorary family by virtue of their dads hanging out a lot. Mituna calls Sollux his cousin for convenience. Sollux explains the situation once to new people and from there on refers to him with an extensive inventory of mean spirited nicknames.

Vantas: They actually are related so uhh here's a fun fact that is fun. The Signless (grandpa in this dynamic) was a pastor (and also the Dolorosa's adopted kid btw. This gives the Mariyams and the Vantases a really weird relationship) and bc of that Crabdad is super aggressively religious. Kankri will tell you he's Christian because "he believes in the message not the literal interpretation" and then explain to you why organized religion is evil in the same breath. Karkat is 100% atheist and pissed that it's even a thing he has to think about on a daily basis.

Leijon: They're also just regular ol siblings. Meulin has cut off contact with everyone but Nepeta and doesn't get invited to family stuff though, she had a really big falling out with everyone over her involvement with the clown cult. Nepeta was too young to get the full details of that and doesn't really care enough to ask questions. They talk daily and have a good cool relationship.

Mariyam: The Dolorosa adopted Grub Mom way late into her life which is why Porrim and Kanaya are the same ages as Kankri and Karkat. Kanaya and Porrim are both test tube babies. They actually have a healthy functional family dynamic so idk what else to say.

Pyrope: Once again not related. Don't even live close enough to physically meet up. They met online through epic gaming and Latula became kind of a sister figure for Terezi after they bonded over the shared experience of needing to raise yourself because your parents didn't. (Terezi's dragon mom is alive and loving and she gives the best advice ever but she's also too bedriddenly sick to do much actual work. And I'm thinking Latula grew up in foster care maybe.)

Serket: They're cousins who don't talk much but keep up with each other on social media and look up to each other in the way where they both go "wow she's so cool!!" online and then when they actually meet up they realize they annoy the hell out of each other. Vriska has Spider Mom (who is probably less murdery but still abusive) and Aranea has Mindfang (who is pretty absent and may or may not be deep in some really sketchy shit. Vriska and Aranea both idolize her way too much.)

Zahhak: I don't remember why I came to this decision so it may be subject to change, but I remember thinking it was clever as fuck when I did. They're blood related siblings, but they're both adopted. Into different households. They found out about each other because they went to the same school district all their lives and Equius's teachers kept being like "Equius Zahhak??? Is Horuss your brother" and after years of being like "Whomst" he eventually looked him up and realized that yeah I guess he is my brother actually. Equius stopped talking to him or mentioning him to anyone after like 3 Facebook messages but Horuss tells literally everyone he knows about it as if they actually has a sibling bond. Also the plotline of him deciding to get closer to Meulin because he saw what Eq and Nep have and went "I want that" remains the same.

Makara: I don't know (or really care honestly) if they're biological siblings or not but it really doesn't matter. Their dad fucked off out of their life when they were really little and Lord English indoctrinated them into the cult by giving them a home and family in it. (He did this solely because he was old and gonna die soon and he needed at least one trusted and devote member to raise his kid in accordance to the cult rules by the way.) Gamzee and Kurloz consider the Cult of the Messiahs their family and they live together with Calliope and Caliborn. They consider the two of them brothers and they have a secret cult dlc relationship to the Cals.

Ampora: Normal siblings so ummmmmmmm. Seahorse Dad is a rich and successful guy with a Reputation. He tried to raise Cronus super strictly but he chipped away at his willpower fast, so now Cronus is the most reckless entitled adult ever and Eridan gets everything he wants handed to him on a silver platter. Fun!

Peixes: They are siblings but they don't have a familial bond because their mom never treated the household like a family. Gl'bgolyb is also a rich successful girlboss (I mean like she inherited all of Condy's stuff and then didn't expand upon it or go out of her way to achieve anything more, but she still manages all of Condy's stuff, which is a lot of stuff.) She tried to raise Meenah to be the perfect heir but she was not down for that so all it accomplished was giving her the skills to more successfully do the opposite of whatever Gl'bgolyb wanted. As a result Meenah is kind of seen as a family disgrace. While she was trying to raise Meenah Feferi got shoved to the side as the Other Kid and was treated less like a daughter and more like a freeloader (which her constant insistence that the company's business practices were flawed did not help). But now Gl'bgolyb has no one to leave her company to except two kids she views as disappointments (She has her eye on her niece Jane though). Feferi and Meenah have started to bond a little bit (like a microscopic bit) over this, but Meenah still needs to unlearn the "you are competing against your sister for the company and if you trust her she will ruin you" mentality that Gl'bgolyb instilled into her. Also sidenote Condy's dynamic with all the humans she adopted is exactly the same as it is in canon, down to her marrying Colonel Sanders. Also the clown cult has serious beef with CrockerCorp.

Cals: As previously mentioned, Lord English (leader of the clown cult and considered to be god by his followers) is their dad and he left them with the Makaras. Calliope doesn't want anything to do with the cult but loves Gamzee and Kurloz as family nonetheless. Caliborn is her headmate and considered by the cult to be Lord English reincarnated, and boy howdy he sure is Caliborn.

[imaginarianisms]

full name :  sansa i stark. other names :   little dove, little bird, sansa lannister, lady lannister, lady stark, the girl in the lion's den, the dragon's betrothed, weirwood maiden, wolf girl, jonquil, & alayne stone. age : 13-14 (a game of thrones), 15-16 (a clash of kings), 16-17 (a storm of swords), 18-19 (a feast for crows-a dance with dragons-the winds of winter), 20 (a dream of spring). species : human; seeress, greenseer, skinchanger & warg (main). gender : high femme presenting cis woman. sexuality : indigiqueer biromantic bisexual.

origin : winterfell, the north. (main; verse varies); canada (modern). current location : the gates of the moon in the vale of arryn. (verse varies); canada (modern). nationality : northerner (main; canon); indigenous "canadian" (modern). ethnicity : first men & andal with distant children of the forest ancestry (main); white seeming mixed indigenous first nations & irish "canadian". spoken languages : the common tongue & the old tongue (main; canon); english, anishinaabemowin, michif, inuktitut, mi'kmawi'simk, french, gaelic, latin, asl & pisl. (modern). family : eddard stark (father), catelyn tully (mother), lyanna stark (aunt), robb stark (older brother), jon snow (older cousin), arya stark (younger sister), brandon stark (younger brother), rickon stark (younger brother); catelyn stark-velaryon (daughter; aurane velaryon); mariyam stark-velaryon (daughter; aurane velaryon), lady (her direwolf), courtesy (her gyrfalcon) kitty (her shadowcat) & her flock of little birds of different species in her aviary, all of whom she skinchanges into for espionage. partner(s) : joffrey baratheon (betrothed; former), willas tyrell (betrothed; failed), had conflicting feelings for margaery tyrell & daenerys targaryen, tyrion lannister (first husband, unconsummated), harry hardyying (second husband; unconsummated, died shortly after due to a fatal tourney accident the next day), aegon vi targaryen-martell/blackfyre (third husband; assassinated shortly after by queen daenerys targaryen by dragonfire), aurane velaryon nee waters ♥ (childhood best friend turned lover turned fourth & final husband & consort; main; exclusive).

occupation : princess, lady of winterfell turned queen of the north (main; canon). student, rising pop star, influencer & spoiled girlfriend as she technically doesn't have to work as a wealthy indigenous woman but likes doing so anyway. (modern). religion :  syncretic view of the old gods and the faith of the seven; agnostic. height :   5'6-5'8" body type :  slender, hourglass; tall; freckled. disabilities & neurodivergencies : she begins to develop the beginning of alcoholism due to heightened levels of stress; she naturally has ADHD & dyscalculia but later develops a form of median plurality, C-PTSD & hypersexuality due to her trauma. hair : auburn; kissed by fire (natural); dyes her hair black as alayne stone. eyes :   bright eyes; ocean blue eyes. tattoos : obtains a traditional chin tattoo consisting of three lines on her chin to represent her first moontime before the battle of blackwater bay & later a double "v" on her forehead upon returning to winterfell to represent becoming a woman. piercings :  n/a (main; canon); heart shaped beaded & indigicoquette style (modern). scars : her upper body has scars from the years of abuse from the blades of the kingsguard on joffrey baratheon's command (main; canon).

educational background : a noblewoman's education, (main; canon); college. (modern). social media : n/a (canon); most general social media (modern). smoking :   n/a. drinking :   begins to struggle with alcoholism; doesn't develop further. drugs :   n/a.  athletics : a wonderful dancer in both the northern & southern styles & rider. hobbies :   singing, dancing, flirting, gossiping, music, poetry, embroidery, etiquette, literature, reading, history, equestrianism, hawking, sailing, sweet things, practicing her culture & skinchanging into lady & courtesy. favorite drink :   strawberry milk, strawberry juice, milk & honey, & lemonade. favorite food :   lemon cakes. favorite music :   classical (canon); indie, folk, pop, classical, rock (modern). clothing style :   classical gowns of the age, wears mostly southern gowns of silks, satins, velvets, furs and jewels but upon returning to the north, she begins to wear more of her traditional northern cultural clothing, particularly her regalia with direwolf amulets in her hair (main; canon); casual, business casual, indigicoquette, indigigoth, hyperfeminine, academia & preppy fashion.

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[as8bakwthesage]

So since I've been delving into the "Loki" series, I may as well talk about my old ass OC who recently got a redesign--

Mariyam Titaniana is a half Sidhe (pronounced "shee") or Fae and half Human. Specifically, she is the daughter of Titania, the Fairy Queen, and a human man named Amram.

However, way before Mariyam was even born, there's a bit of info I need to go over before I can discuss her.

...

Sidhe didn't really like Asgardians. Mostly because they came and tried to rule over Earth, the home of the Sidhe. They fought against the Asgardians and even caused a great deal of issues for Odin and Hela. But when Odin became a benevolent king all those years ago, he made peace with the Sidhe. As a result, the Fairy Queen was allowed on Asgard a few times.

That's how she ended up meeting Loki and Thor. And due to her own supernatural powers, she sees that Loki will become a vital part of her future daughter's life. He would become this future daughter's intended. So the Fairy Queen put an enchantment on him.

"When you fall to the stars, guided by Our light, you shall land in the waiting hands of a girl with the darkest eyes and the brightest hair."

Loki was just a child when this happened.

Fast forward a few hundred years and an Iranian family moved to Ireland in the 1800s. Amram and the Fairy Queen met as a result. They met by sheer accident and Amram was deeply fascinated by her and she with him due to him not fearing her.

The Fairy Queen did not give him a name to call her, so Amram chose to name her based off of "A Midsummer's Eve" by Shakespeare. Henceforth, she adopted the name Titania to use around humans.

Mariyam was born ten years into Titania's and Amram's friendship. And I say friendship because, well, Titania felt no romantic feelings for him. They were more quasiplatonic and his were romantic love. He accepted this because he knew she could never feel that way about him due to the very nature of Sidhe.

Titania left Mariyam in Amram's care. She was present for Mariyam's life, but she really couldn't focus too much on her daughter's life unfortunately. However, when it became clear that Mariyam aged far slower than an average human, Amram moved to the countryside in order to be closer to Titania and to avoid suspicious eyes on their child.

Mariyam grew up in an idyllic house in the country. She was happy and beloved by all. However, when she appeared to be 15 after 70 years of being alive, her father died of old age. Titania saw how alone her daughter was and told her that someday, she'd bring Mariyam a suitor.

Fast forward another 100 years and Mariyam is a fully grown adult who ends up still living alone in the country. But that all changes when a man by the name of Loki ends up at her doorstep.

So Mariyam's fully convinced this is the suitor her mother promised her and Loki, who had just released Thor's hand and abandoned his family on Asgard, is absolutely baffled and confused by this weird half-human who keeps insisting she's a Fae and that he's supposed to marry her.

Suffice to say, Mariyam doesn't have a lot of social skills, partly because Sidhe are weird and because she's been isolated for most of her life to protect her.

So Loki manipulates her and they eventually get picked up by Thanos' soldiers after some dimension hopping nonsense and then the events of "Avengers" happen. But with the change that Loki is being toyed with and manipulated and Mariyam's trying to stop him.

Obviously, MCU stuff happens and Mariyam follows Loki around for most of the events right up until he is killed by Thanos. At that point, Loki and Mariyam have well and truly fallen in love and she's motivated him into being a better person. Heartbroken, Mariyam goes about trying to find a way to undo what happened, leading to her getting tracked down by the TVA and her having to run away.

So the events of "Loki' start. Mobius shows Loki what happens to him in the "future". Loki sees who Mariyam is to him. He's trying to wrap his head around the fact that this weird and socially inept girl who he barely knows is someone he forms a deep bond with. (Because at this point, Loki has just been arrested by the Avengers before escaping.) However, Mobius tells him that the TVA is trying to track down a rogue variant, who turns out to be Sylvie, and they need Loki's help.

Stuff happens and Mariyam eventually runs into Sylvie while running away. She decides to start following her around, much to Sylvie's annoyance. However, when the TVA and Loki turn up to catch Sylvie, Mariyam is so happy to see Loki. Some more events of "Loki" goes down with Mariyam in the picture (and none of the weird sylki shit). In this version, there's a lot more of Mobius in the picture and a lot more of Sylvie being the antagonist. By the end, Sylvie and Loki end up meeting He Who Remains with Mariyam and Mobius having to go back to the TVA. Sylvie sends Loki back to the TVA and she kills HWR, beginning the events of season 2.

Throughout my version of season 1, Loki, Mobius, and Mariyam are all shipped to hell and back and there's so much bisexual it's beautiful.

Season 2 obviously starts the same, but I have no idea how it will end in my AU, but things are definitely gonna be changed up.

[lesbocs]

FINAL ROUND

‼️ THE FINAL ROUND HAS CONCLUDED! CONGRATS TO MARIYAM BASKERVILLE! ‼️

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it's been an exciting bracket with lots of very close match-ups, but we're finally approaching the end of this event! the final round for the ultimate lesbian oc of 2023 will be posted for voting on april 25, 2023, at 12 PM PDT. the poll will be live for one (1) day, so be sure to get your votes in by following this blog, or monitoring the blog of the competitor you wish to vote for. once the poll is over on the 26th, the winner will be declared! 🎉

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due to the nature of this being the final round, there can only be one winner - this is for all the marbles! be kind, have fun, and may the best lesbian win!

@upvote's Mariyam Baskerville VS @sev-wildfang's Reah!

[polarizedlight]

Listening to Reckless Battery Burns after hearing End-World Normopathy is such a cool experience, because it seemed to have random lyrics when it first came out, but then you realize that the lyrics weren't random at all.

An analysis of the lyrics of most of Reckless Battery Burns under the cut:

Sheer thrills and frivolities Erratum discussions held under my control Conveyed in tongue, said again and again While waiting for the hour The shadows standing still

Tamari's perspective on listening to / conducting therapy sessions??

They dance on the edge of life They whisper a story told of prepossessing image The world is spinning, the sun so bright It's full of hatred and doting Get out of my mouth

The nature of reality in the story (a simulation? something else?) effects humankind (and Tamari's patients). The negative aspects of humanity Tamari has to endure during the sessions is a heavy, unwelcome weight.

Invite suicidation Transfer enumeration Dyed and used it for an infestation

Tamari has been giving vibes of a trickster-type since the beginning. When Tamari runs away before the events in End-World Normopathy, they must have been unleashing chaos into everyone mentally. (And maybe even before they ran away too -- and starting experimenting with how to do it in the lab.) Tamari not only possesses deep knowledge about the human psyche, but has the power and ability to affect it.

In the future, when you and I are Eating and handcrafting theory

Tamari's and Mariyam's discussions after the events of End-World Normopathy???

Fingers crawl across and playing He's grinning, making memories Inattentive signs on a wall Long lost for sure

"He" = a character we haven't seen yet? Memories are probably literally being created somehow, either for humankind and/or for Tamari and Mariyam.

Aren't I hurting anyone? Perhaps it's time for me to tear apart For what it is I've been Denote my place within humanity Projecting by my will I've been amassing solid iron claws Ignore the rottenness And my recitals will decay in a flash!

More about Tamari entering the psyche of everyone and causing chaos. (HEY, maybe that's why Tamari is in everything in the music video!!!!! 200 IQ @ myself for figuring that out) "Amassing solid iron claws" = some of the self-modifications Tamari has done, but this could also be figuratively about their behavior.

I know it's late, but we have to get home Endless staining and fading, these scars, indefinite Wondering what it would be like to be locked In a room with electrical lights that burn like a match

About how Tamari is coming back for Mariyam "Locked in a room with electrical lights that burn like a match" = the establishment Maryiam and previously Tamari were held in

Remember the human heart Began as a vessel hallowed out to be imparted It can't be hurt, but it can be killed Begins to burn in a spiral of animosity

About Tamari's and Mariyam's construction?? Or maybe everyone is "artifical" in the world, and so humans are just as "real" as Tamari and Mariyam. But also probably about the nature of human hearts (and how people will impart meaning, ideas, feeling, ideology, causes etc. into their own heart -- which means as long as you convince someone to impart it in their heart, you can impart what you want)

Its nerve endings long ago Gone scarlet and white as they predicted not returning They stared intently at twilight's face Through the open door, through the flowers As she unfurled her will

About Tamari deciding to run away (maybe after finally becoming or realizing that they're sentient).

"As she unfurled her will" = Fayrouz's confrontation with them as they were in reach of the door OR about Mariyam escaping and enacting her own will

A happy face of me It's not a nightmare, just some nonsense!

See? Some more of the trickster type from Tamari. So it seems while Tamari is causing a lot of mayhem (and maybe even suffering), it's not for a malicious reason.

My heart races to the root of my neck My lungs growing thicker at the hands of men

Entering everyone's psyche has an effect on Tamari, too, since they have a psyche themselves! It's a 2 way street.

Let us focus on getting through the day Without making him angry again My hands grow numb when I think of what's wrong

Focusing on getting through the day of the therapy sessions? Making "him" angry again = generic patient or a specific character we haven't seen yet?

My mind full of anything that's left of her

Mariyam??? Fayrouz?? Both????

I'm too worthless to return To playing such a harmful role again Eventually, I'll become The pain that everyone's abetted

Tamari views their initial role as the AI therapist as harmful. Whether Tamari is views it as harmful to specifically just themself or everyone in general, I'm leaning toward it being the former at first, but then additionally the latter.

Ignore the rottenness, and see your beautiful, bewildered face!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"And my sister just gives me this weird surreal look."

Also, while writing Tamari and Mariyam over and over again, the names have a lot similar sounds in it.

[whatsonmedia]

Paradise Lost: How Tourism Sparks Tensions in Maldives-India Ties

Paradise Lost? Dreamy Maldivian beaches became a battleground for rising tensions with India from 2023. Dive into how tourism fueled a diplomatic spat, sparked by inflammatory remarks and concerns over Indian influence. Can the Maldives-India relationship weather the storm?

From Paradise Found to Paradise Poisoned:

The seeds of discord were sown when three Maldivian ministers made inflammatory remarks about Indian Prime Minister Narendra Modi. This triggered a social media storm, igniting an “India Out” movement within the Maldives. Anger simmered over concerns about growing Indian influence in the island nation, fueled by investments in tourism infrastructure and the presence of Indian military personnel on Maldivian soil.Indian govt officially objects to derogatory remarks of Mariyam Shiuna about PM Modi

“THIS SPAT EXPOSES THE DARK SIDE OF PARADISE. TOURISM, A LIFELINE FOR THE MALDIVES, BECAME A WEAPON WIELDED BY POLITICIANS, LEAVING ORDINARY PEOPLE CAUGHT IN THE CROSSFIRE. WE NEED TO REMEMBER THAT HUMAN CONNECTION, NOT ECONOMIC DEPENDENCE, SHOULD BE THE FOUNDATION OF ANY RELATIONSHIP.” – VIKRAM SINGH, INVESTIGATIVE JOURNALIST, THE HINDU

India’s Retaliatory Tourism Tsunami:

The Indian government, no stranger to flexing its diplomatic muscle, responded swiftly and decisively. The Maldivian ambassador was summoned, a clear message of displeasure sent. But the real blow came in the form of a domestic tourism push aimed at rivaling the Maldives. With the slogan “Incredible India Awaits,” the government and travel agencies joined forces, promoting alternative beach destinations like Goa and Kerala. Maldivian flights were boycotted, deals slashed, and the once-booming Indian tourist market to the Maldives was left gasping for air.

Beyond the Beach: A Clash of Cultures and Control:

This tit-for-tat over tourism wasn’t just about hurt feelings. It exposed deeper anxieties about cultural influence and economic dependence. The Maldives, a nation heavily reliant on Indian tourism dollars, suddenly found itself questioning the price of paradise. The presence of Indian military personnel, ostensibly there to combat piracy, became a symbol of neocolonialism for some. The “India Out” movement, though fueled by misinformation and xenophobia, tapped into a genuine fear of losing national sovereignty.

The Future of Paradise: Finding Common Ground:

The Maldives-India spat serves as a stark reminder of the delicate balance between tourism and national identity. While tourism can bring prosperity, it can also breed resentment if not managed responsibly. Both nations must now engage in genuine dialogue, addressing concerns about cultural sensitivity and economic dependence. Finding common ground through sustainable tourism practices, respectful cultural exchange, and transparent governance is the only way to ensure that paradise isn’t lost, but shared.

The Road Ahead:

The Maldives-India relationship, once characterized by close cooperation and mutual benefit, now faces a period of uncertainty. Rebuilding trust and fostering understanding will require genuine diplomatic efforts, addressing concerns on both sides, and moving beyond the transactional nature of tourism. Paradise may have been lost, but it can be regained by prioritizing mutual respect, open communication, and sustainable development that benefits both nations.Maldives’ president and India’s Prime minister

This is not just a story about two countries. It’s a cautionary tale about the fragile balance between economic reliance, national pride, and responsible tourism. As the world becomes increasingly interconnected, understanding these dynamics is crucial to ensuring harmonious relationships and sustainable development in the global tourism landscape.

[shystoryrebel]

WHO WAS JODHA BAI ?

Famous spiritual Guru Sri Sri Ravi Shankar Ji Maharaj once said that this world is full of miracles.  There are millions of miracles in the world about whom nobody can unravel their mystery.  So as our eminent historians are also capable of creating any type of miracles.  One such miracle is the creation of Akbar's Jodha Bai.  It may be their poetic or creative license or a great political design.  But one thing is sure, that they have created their own patterned history, which suits their Godfathers.

            Famous film producer Ashutosh Gowarikar has made a film, Jodha-Akbar but he has to answer some uncomfortable questions about the identity of Jodha Bai. Now a question is raised whether she was Akbar’s or Jahangir’s or anybody else’s or she existed at all.

            Indian historians have succeeded in peddling an imaginative romanticised folklore of Jodha Bai as trenches of history.  Now scholars are raising doubts over the very existence of the character of Jodha Bai, which has been created by the Indian historians for Mugal Emperor Akbar.

            Now a natural question comes to mind, that after all who was Jodha Bai? Whether she was a real character or the imagination of historians to fulfill their designs? Now, the groups of historians who believe in the existence of Jodha Bai are bitterly divided about her conjugal position.  One group of historians made this Jodha Bai as Akbar's wife while other group made her Akbar's daughter in law or wife of notorious prince Salim, who later came to be known as Jahangir.

            Abul Fazl, Badaumi, and Nizamuddin Ahmed, etc wrote in their account that the eldest daughter of Raja Bhar Mal of Amber was married to Akbar, but her name was kept a secret. Her name was also omitted from the Vanshawali of the Amber raj gharana. After giving birth to a male child this princess was titled as Mariyam-us-Zamani. Akbar had many wives, but this Rajput queen was the chief queen.

            Some historians believe that the second Rajput wife of Jehangir was Jodha Bai whose real name was Jagat Gosain and she was the daughter of Raja Uday Singh of Jodhpur. The word Jodha has traditionally been the name of princess of Jodhpur.

            But there is unanimity on one point this mysterious lady was the daughter of Raja Bharmal, the Rajput ruler of Amber, but no body knows the name of this prince.  It is another mystery that even Jahangir, in his memoirs, Tuzuk-i- Jahangir, kept complete silence about his own mother.  He no where mentioned that Jodha Bai was his mother.

            There is no authentic historical evidence to corroborate this fact that the daughter of Amber rules Raja Bhar Mal was married to Akbar.  First time this was mentioned by a Punjab historian, Sujan Rai Bhandari, in his book Khulasaf-ut-Tawarikh that the mother of Jahangir, was the Amber prince, whom Akbar married.  But Rai also no where mentioned, the name of that princes and the mother of Jahangir as Jodha Bai.

            Noted historian James Tod gives another version. He wrote in Annals and Antiquities of Rajasthan, first published as Annals of Rajputana in 1832. He says there was a Jodha Bai daughter of Rai Singh and married to Jahangir and who was very powerful in the Mughal court. Some historians believe that the Kachwaha Rajputs of Amber had given a daughter to the Mughals. She was the daughter of Bhagwan Das but her name was lost in obscurity. This princess was married to Jahangir and was mother of Khusro.

            Then who was Jodha Bai? Another noted historian Prof.  Satish Chandra twisted the saga of Jodha Bai in a different direction.  In an NCERT text book on history on Medieval India, he states on page No.165 that one Udai Singh married his daughter Jagat Gosai to Akbar’s eldest son Salim or Jahangir.  This Jagat Gosain later on came to be called as Jodha Bai, who mothered Shahjahan, Mugal emperor after Jahangir.

            It is a very sad commentary on the caliber of history scholars and academicians that the country does not know the real facts about Jodha Bai, the wife of Akbar or Jahangir, a real or fictitious character.

            History is a very important subject.  But after independence some handful of historians are firmly in total control of all the affairs of history in our country and at their will and suitability they have twisted the tales of history.  As a matter of fact this group of eminent historians in our country are the agents of certain political outfits.  So tales and facts have emerged from their jholas, not from research institutions and libraries. 

            It would be in the fitness of things to discuss another fact about Akbar in this creation of fictitious history.  A group of historians, came very close to declare that Akbar almost renounce Islam and started and embraced Deen-e-Ilahi, sect. , due to the powerful influence of this rajput princess.  So it can be very safely argued that when Akbar breathed his last, he was not a Mugal but the founder head, follower and preacher of Deen-e-Ilahi.  But due to secular pulls and pressures, this theory could not see the light of the day.

            Now it seems that, there definitely a powerful lady existed during the era of Akbar and Jahangir. She was very close to both father and son duo and naturally both were interested in her also. Perhaps she was like a modern day PAGE-3 brand socialite, whom rajput rulers might have presented to Akbar and Jahangir to influence and control wild Mugals, like honey trap and in their attempts they were highly successful too.

            Now one question comes to mind, why historians created and romanticized the character of Jodha Bai so intelligently that it enhanced the stature of Akbar considerably.

            First thing may be, that by highlighting the marriage of a Rajput Princes with a Mugal, Indian historians have in mind to lower the pride and chivalry of Rajputs in particular and Hindus in general and enhance the stature of Moguls.  Second by connecting different tales with the legend of Jodha Bai Indian historians might have in mind to create a gigantic, huge, character of Akbar the Great, who was liberal and secular, because most of the eminent Indian historians live and die to project Moguls as secular and liberal.

            So this is high time that in the interest of the nation and society, such type of biased history and history writers should be shown the door.  Nation and people should have honest, authentic and unbiased history of their nation, people and civilization.  It is also the duty of Human Resource Development Ministry, UGC, Indian History Congress etc., to give projects to clear the doubt over the legend of Jodha Bai.

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Ears

It was a cold day in the Sizzlethorn forest. The harsh wind between the asymmetrical trees rang like church bells. Most of animals were hiding in holes and bushes, waiting for warmer seasons to come. But amidst the seemingly endless layer of thick white snow that covered the forest, a single trail of footsteps could be found. They were left by a rabbit named Roger.

The rabbit had just turned eighteen. He had left home earlier that week to explore the world, determined to stop at nothing to learn how the forest worked. He wasn’t scared of the cold like all the other animals. He was fascinated by it. Mother Nature was a work of art to him. She gifted him with water he drank, the food he ate and the leaves he collected. He carried with him a pouch to transport said leaves, along with a small bag full of cheese and carrots.

The pouch was a gift from his mother, a white mouse named Gabriel. She had raised Roger along with his father, Sir Patrick, another white mouse. Sir Patrick was a strictly conservative mouse, carrying believes of great grandeur and pride. He had a rich family tree and enough acorns to buy all the cheese he could want, yet he refused to spend them. Roger never understood why Sir Patrick was so negative all the time. He had a loving wife and a successful life, yet he seemed so mad at the world, like it had wronged him in some way. One time, on a particularly stormy night, he told Roger to look him in the eyes and said;

“The forest is not a place for your kind. Soft rabbits are eaten first. That’s the food chain, that’s the way god intended it. You eat or you get eaten… You broke me, Roger. I’m going to get eaten because of you.”

Roger remembered it clearly. That night, he had a nightmare in which a pack of wild mice attacked, biting his stomach open and leaving his entrails scattered across the dirt floor, before stealing his collection of leaves. He woke up screaming, jumping aggressively around the burrow and crying loudly. Gabriel heard him from the other room and rushed inside to hold him tight and comfort him, assuring him that he was safe with her. After an hour, he finally calmed down and was able to control his thoughts again.

“You’re my son,” she said. “You’re my precious little carrot and I will always be there for you when you need me, just like Mother Nature.”

It was less than a week later that Sir Patrick decided to pack his acorns and leave the burrow. Roger was in bed that morning, but he remembered hearing every painful word of his parent’s argument, despite attempting to cover his ears with a pillow.

“I can’t take it anymore!” Sir Patrick yelled. “He always needs something. It’ll never be enough for him. You’re spoiling him!”

“It’s called responsibility!” Gabriel exclaimed in tears. “If you had taken responsibility for once in your god forsaken life, everything would be better!”

“Do not take the lord’s name in vain, you ungrateful hag! I realize now that I married a succubus who gave birth to a demon! Good luck with your income!”

Those were the last words Roger heard from his father. That day, it took Gabriel another three hours to help Roger calm down.

Gabriel had been unemployed up until that day, living off the wealth of Sir Patrick’s inheritance. But Sir Patrick had taken all his acorns with him when he left, so the two were forced to find a new burrow to live in. That’s when they moved to the south end corner of Sizzlethorn- a significantly less privileged part of the forest.

Here, the mouse and rabbit shared a single burrow with two beds and very little cheese on the table. Gabriel worked as a waitress in the local pub, serving syrup and grilled cheese to the scariest mice in the area. On Roger’s sixteenth birthday, she brought him a bottle of quality syrup per his own request, but Roger thought it tasted like burning muddied water. He tearfully apologized for making his mother waste money on a gift that he turned out to dislike, but Gabriel assured him that it was okay. She instead made him some cheese sandwiches that the two of them shared while Roger told her about his favorite plant- the Cycadophyta, which leaves looked like the green fireworks on New Year’s Eve. Roger loved New Year’s Eve, or “Mother Nature’s birthday” as he called it. Whenever green firework went off, he would jump in joy and tap his feet.

But Gabriel wasn’t happy. Working an 8-hour shift while simultaneously taking care of Roger proved to be more than the little white mouse had bargained for. She never blamed Roger for her problems, but he remembered Gabriel saying something about a complete lack of respect and financial support from the local municipality, despite her peculiar circumstances as a parent.

Gabriel’s stress and depression grew worse as the years passed. Roger never noticed, until one morning where he tried to wake her up so she wouldn’t be late for work, only to discover that his attempt was in vain, as his mother never opened her eyes again. She had passed away peacefully that night, dreaming of a picnic with Sir Patrick and Roger, where the three of them hugged and laughed as the dancing blackbirds around them sang a song of joy. Roger remembered holding her body tight as he cried and screamed for five hours, before crawling outside and falling asleep in a bush.

The following two years were hard for Roger. He had no more free time left. When he wasn’t studying in school, he was working behind the counter in a nearby pharmacy to earn acorns and pay the rent. Roger would often get home from work, only to jump around and cry alone until he finally fell asleep. But the difficulty of life was not going to stop him from his interest in Mother Nature- quite the opposite in fact, as Mother Nature was the only mother he had left.

On his eighteenth birthday, his employer gave him a small bonus. Roger put the acorns in his pouch along with his leaf collection, before leaving the burrow to travel back to the northwest end of Sizzlethorn where he was born. Roger had been accepted into the Northwest Sizzlethorn University of Higher Education, a quite prestigious school where he hoped to learn more about Mother Nature and her countless children that he so lovingly collected.

Roger knew he didn’t have enough money to live in the fancy burrows of northwest Sizzlethorn alone, but thankfully, an old tarantula named Mariyam allowed him to live with her in his childhood burrow for just a quarter of the rent. He had recently contacted the elderly tarantula to ask if he could move in with her, as he had seen her in the news earlier that month discussing the death of her husband. Roger thought the tarantula seemed so sad and shaken over her husband’s passing, which reminded him of the day his own mother died. Perhaps living with her was going to grant both of them some kind of comfort- and the decreased rent, that was just a nice bonus. When he called her and she said yes, Roger jumped in joy and tapped his feet, but he did it quietly so that Mariyam wouldn’t hear it and find him off-putting.

As Roger’s trip came to a close and he arrived back in front his childhood home, he felt sudden increase in his heartbeat and an urge to cry. This was the place where Sir Patrick left him and his mother. Memories of a disturbed childhood rushed over him and made the weather feel ten times colder, until the wind was stinging his skin like killer bees. But that wasn’t going to stop him. He had worked his entire life for a chance at higher education- and by god, he was going to succeed.

When he crawled down the old familiar burrow, he was welcomed with open arms by the tarantula. Eight open arms, in fact.

“Welcome home sweet child!” Mariyam exclaimed and hugged him, as if she had known him her whole life.

“T-thank you, ma’am. Would you kindly stop touching me?”

“Of course! My apologies, sweet child. Make yourself at home. I have moved my husband’s furniture out of his room, you can move in and decorate it as you please. Are you hungry, my sweet child?”

Roger was quite starved, as his trip had been lengthy and he had emptied his bag of cheese and carrots over five hours ago. Despite this, he respectfully declined the tarantula’s offer, as Roger only ate cheese and carrot related food. He was strictly a vegetarian, not for any moral or religious reasons, but because the consistency of meat made his stomach turn- especially flies, which he knew was eaten frequently by tarantulas back in Mariyam’s home country.

A week later, Roger had settled and was prepared for his first day in university. He felt full of determination. “Mother would be proud of me,” he thought to himself.

As he entered class, he was greeted with stares and whispers. All the other students were mice. Roger heard one of them whisper “Is he in the right class?” which hurt him to hear, but he said nothing, hoping that the mice would be more accepting after getting to know him.

The first four days, Roger didn’t speak to any of the other students. He felt too nervous to say anything. It wasn’t until the fifth day, where he gathered the courage to talk to one of them during the lunchbreak- a handsome brown mouse named William.

“Uhmm, is this seat taken? It’s alright if it’s taken. Or if you’d rather eat alone. T-that’s alright, too.”

“No, whatever man,” said William.

Struggling with small-talk, Roger didn’t say much, although he managed to ask a bit about the other students in their class. He always had difficulty remembering names and faces, so hearing William tell a bit about the other mice helped Roger differentiate them. He enjoyed hearing William talk. Roger thought he had a very soothing voice.

At the end of the lunchbreak, William told Roger that he was throwing a small party next week with four other mice from class. “You can join if you want, we got enough syrup for a sixth dude.”

“I don’t drink syrup, but I’d like to join- I mean, if that’s okay” Roger said, attempting to hide his intense mixture of excitement and nervousness.

“Sure, okay man”

Roger went to the bathroom and made sure nobody was around, just so he could jump and tap his feet in joy.

After getting back home to the burrow, Roger told Mariyam about the good news over dinner. The old tarantula smiled so wide that Roger could see all her ugly, rotting teeth. He thought about advising her to brush her teeth, but he decided against it and remained quiet, as Gabriel once told him that those kinds of comments can sound rude, even if they were intended to be helpful. Roger always did his best to be nice to other animals.

Mariyam and Roger were starting to develop quite a blossoming friendship. Mariyam taught Roger about her culture and religion, which he found very interesting, even if he wasn’t a part of it. He paid her back by teaching her about Mother Nature and showing her his rarest leaves. Christmas was right around the corner, and even though Mariyam didn’t celebrate Christmas, she assured Roger that she would buy him a Cycadophyta seed.

The following week passed quickly, and Roger took an extra-long shower to smell good before the party, even though showers always hurt his skin a bit.

William’s burrow was just as nice as Maryam’s. It was clear that his parents were upper-class mice much like Sir Patrick, but William’s parents were on a business trip all the way to Everspring Forest, so they had the burrow all for themselves.

The other mice were named Carl, June, Luke and Betty. They never really spoke to Roger during class. In fact, Roger recalled that Luke was the mouse who whispered “Is he in the right class?” two weeks ago. Roger just hoped that this day would make them like him.

They all stared a bit as he entered the burrow, but were too lost in small-talk to comment on it. William again offered him some syrup, but Roger respectfully declined.

As the day passed and turned to night, Roger started to feel more comfortable with the environment. He told William about the lovely Cycadophyta leaves, how each of the seasons were named by so-called humans according to the legend, and how he believed New Year’s Eve was a celebration of everything Mother Nature had gifted us. Roger thought William was very pretty, and even though he didn’t respond to many of the things Roger told him, the rabbit was just happy to tell such a handsome mouse about Mother Nature while the two shared a bag of cheese snacks.

“Hey, Roger!” Luke exclaimed. His voice was sloppy and slurred, it was clear that the syrup had kicked in.

“Yes?” Roger responded, cautiously.

“What are you parents like? Are they like you?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean are they rabbits too?”

Roger went quiet for a second.

“No, my parents were mice.”

“Whaaat!” Luke yelled as he smiled. “I didn’t know two mice could give birth to a rabbit!”

“It’s certainly possible, but it’s quite rare. Rabbits only make up roughly one percent of the animal kingdom. Genetically speaking there is a much higher chance of a child being a rabbit if one of their parents is a rabbit too, but it can occur even for two mice.”

“That’s fucked up.”

Roger felt his heart skip by this remark as his skin turned cold.

“I don’t- I mean, why do you say that’s fucked up?”

“Well, I mean it’s obviously not easy to raise a rabbit. Your kind always jumps around and makes a mess. There was a rabbit in my kindergarten and he was the loudest, most intolerable little shit!”

“We’re not all like that…”

Luke ignored him and looked back at Betty to kiss her on the cheek, as if the entire exchange never happened. The rest of the mice completely ignored it. Roger felt sick after what he just heard, but he tried holding back the tears to appear mature in front of William.

Roger looked at William’s brown face. “I think I could use some syrup now”

“That’s the spirit!” said William and poured him a glass of syrup with ice.

Roger quickly downed the glass. Then another one. Then one more. He eventually felt the effect kick in, as he became lightheaded and dizzy for the first time. Before he knew it, he was dancing to the music along with June and Carl.

“Nice moves!” exclaimed William from the couch.

Roger felt so excited by the remark that he instinctively jumped and tapped his feet. June cracked up and began laughing.

“What the hell was that?” she asked with a contemptuous smirk on her little white mouse face.

“Sorry, it’s just a thing I do.”

“Stop doing that, it’s weird.”

Roger took a step back, only to bump into a shelf and knock down a little glass mouse figurine which shattered on impact.

“Dude!” yelled William.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, bunny?” said Luke mockingly.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”

Roger felt the tears come, so he quickly rushed to the bathroom before anyone noticed. He was breathing heavily and a couple of tears hit the dirt floor, as he attempted to calm himself down by rocking his little bunny body back and forth and tapping his feet lightly. A few minutes passed, then he heard the mice talking from the other room.

“Why the hell did you invite a bunny to our party” said Luke.

“I dunno, I’m trying to be nice” said William.

“Stop being nice to rabbits. They’re a bunch of crazy, perverted fucks. Haven’t you heard about the rabbit in the news that ate a mouse last month? They’re a bunch of fucking predators, I tell you. We shouldn’t even allow them near forks.”

“Yeah,” said Betty and nodded at Luke. “I heard they can’t feel empathy for other animals. How can you ever trust someone like that?”

They were all quiet for a second, then William let out a deep sigh and responded. “You’re probably right.”

Roger didn’t want to hear it, but he did. He heard it all clearly. When he left the bathroom and walked back in the room, tears were running down his fluffy cheeks as he stood there and looked at all the mice. They just stared right back at him.

“I’m not a predator. I don’t eat mice. And I have empathy.”

William stared at him. “I think you should just leave,” he said calmly.

“Yeah, fuck off bunny!” yelled Luke, as he turned the volume of the music up so much that it hurt Roger’s ears.

Roger crawled out of the burrow and ran home as fast as he could, his tears hitting the snow as he fought his way through the freezing weather. Everything was suddenly so much louder for him. The wind no longer sounded like soothing church bells- it now sounded like thunder. It started raining, and the raindrops smacked against his head like hail.

Mariyam was naturally sleeping when he got home. Roger held his tears back so as not to wake her up, as he crawled into bed and softly cried himself to sleep. He didn’t go to school the next morning and pretended to sleep until Mariyam left for work. Roger spent the rest of the day jumping around and crying loudly, even stomping on one of his precious leaves by accident.

All of a sudden, the world felt completely overwhelming. Roger could hear everything around him. He had always been able to hear everything around him, but it was different now. In school the next day, he heard Luke use “bunny” as an insult, which hurt him deeply. When Roger later entered the local pharmacy to pick up his prescription, he had to rush out the store as there were too many mice inside talking loudly about this and that, which made him feel scared. He couldn’t sleep at night, because he constantly heard drunken mice yell outside his burrow as they passed by. It all gave Roger a headache.

Everything was painful now. It was like more and more of Roger’s optimism and dedication just leaked out with every passing day. He didn’t speak to William anymore, the awkward stares during class said enough. Roger didn’t speak to anyone for that matter. He even began asking Mariyam to pick up his groceries, so that he wouldn’t have to be surrounded by loud mice in the super market. He didn’t feel able to trust mice anymore. Roger assumed his paranoia would pass, but his hope dissolved as the weeks passed and he only felt more alone.

Christmas came and Mariyam completely forgot about the Cycadophyta seed that she had promised him. Not that Roger cared anymore. He laid restless in bed all Christmas Eve, thinking about his mother and father, about William and Luke, about god and why he cursed him with these long ears.

New Year’s Eve was especially painful. He just wanted Mother Nature and everyone around him to be quiet. The aggressive fireworks blew open his ear canals. Mariyam was visiting an old friend’s burrow that night, so Roger was all alone- which didn’t make a difference, as this was something he felt regardless of the animals around him.

He tried covering his ears with a pillow, but it didn’t block out the noise. He could still hear the fireworks. He could still hear the drunken mice. He could still hear his heartbeat. He could hear everything.

As the tears rolled and his mind became clouded, Roger grabbed a nearby pair of scissors from the table. Carefully but without hesitation, he clenched his paw and cut his right ear clean off. Then his left ear. He screamed out in pain as the blood spurted out and painted his white fur red. He could no longer hear anything, not even his own grotesque cries of anguish. He looked at his collection of blood stained leaves, as his vision became blurred and he fell asleep on the dirt floor.

The next morning, Roger was awakened by his mother Gabriel, who held him tightly in her arms and comforted him for three hours until he finally calmed down.

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