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alhamdulillah10 · 1 year
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WAllahi the best response from our sister's who care to protect niqab, who care to be part of protecting Islam, the best response to the enemies of Allah who hate niqab there is no best response than to wear niqab. The best response is to show that we have decided to be stable on the deen of Allah. Our determination for practicing Islam is the best response to the enemies of Allah.
You're a walking warrior with your niqab on.
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hyenabreezyboi · 1 year
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Neda (nee-dah) aka SūpotsuGreen.
Sentai/Ranger/Baseball Player Niqabi woman from Yonkers, NY.
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ilmtest · 1 year
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Which Woman Was Superior In Knowledge?
al-Zuhrī said: “If the knowledge of ʿĀʾishah were to be gathered (and compared) to the knowledge of all the women combined, the knowledge of ʿĀʾishah would have been superior.” وَقَالَ الزُّهْرِيُّ: لَوْ جُمِعَ عِلْمُ عَائِشَةَ إِلَى عِلْمِ جَمِيْعِ النِّسَاءِ، لَكَانَ عِلْمُ عَائِشَةَ أَفْضَلَ. al-Ḏahabī, Siyar Aʿlām al-Nubalāʾ 2/185 الذهبي، سير أعلام النبلاء ٢/١٨٥ https://shamela.ws/book/10906/2356 @ilmtest [https://t.me/ilmtest]
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jannaghg7rl · 1 year
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“And remind, for indeed, the reminder benefits the believers”
Quran 51:55
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rubinahassan · 1 year
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World Hijab Day
It’s the 1st of February and it’s officially World Hijab Day! About World Hijab Day World Hijab Day is the brainchild of Nazma Khan, a social activist from New York, originally from Bangladesh. Nazma began ‘World Hijab Day’ as a means to foster personal freedom of religious expression and cultural understanding by inviting women from all walks of life to experience Hijab for one…
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invitetoislam92 · 1 year
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amaliesofiavl · 1 year
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okierazorback · 2 years
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Veil Replacement
I had to run down to The Hill area close to downtown St. Louis this morning.  On the way back I passed a compact, maybe a subcompact vehicle. I did not notice what brand it was as I was focused on the vanity license plate which read MN’TALA. I was busy trying to decipher what that meant in license-platese. I finally decided it must be a name which piqued my curiosity. As I passed the vehicle I…
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You may not understand this but I used to think covering was forced and no one would choose it but after a life of men commenting and staring at every square inch of my body since I was 12, it feels really good to wear large loose clothing in public because I am denying men access to me. Maybe shut the fuck up next time
Actually, I am a supporter of modest clothing. I wear modest clothing myself. I personally am shocked and repulsed at some of the clothing marketed to children and pre-teens, as well as the rampant (near) nudity in so much of our culture.
But you don't need to block your face and entire body in order to be modest. And the societies that force women and girls to wear black curtains all over their body and face often have horrific rates of sexual assault and domestic abuse. Why? Because it's not about modesty, but the control and subjugation of women.
(Such women and girls also have higher rates of vitamin D deficiency too.)
So no, I won't be shutting the fuck up just because I have an opinion that you don't like.
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pregmothy · 4 months
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@ your horny catholic post: ok I grew up muslim, gay, AND trans. It was incredibly traumatic obvs so the least I can do now is enjoy being as blasphemous and perverted as I can. call to prayer but i'm worshiping that pussy 5 times a day instead. fasting during Ramadan but make it edging. and just having the dirtiest, nastiest, grossest sex wearing niqaab on a prayer rug while I beg for forgiveness. it's healing in a way, yk?
HOLY SHIT THIS IS THE BEST THING I'VE EVER HEARD. I've never really heard of blasphemy kink outside the range of Christianity, but holy crap, this is so fucking cool to me you have no idea!!!! Love that you're healing, and I hope you're having fun while doing it, thank you so much for this ask it is absolutely fascinating to me.
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i-cant-sing · 8 months
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Idk why, but even before I started writing here, I always imagine Dabi falling for a girl who wears niqaab (a veil). And like I still cant stop thinking about him falling for a niqaabi (who is most likely a Muslim) and like the very essence of respecting her religion and boundaries (aka no physical contact with the opposite gender especially if its a stranger) is like so on spot for Dabi, no?
If you take a modern day niqaabi, Dabi is intrigued by her outfit and the way she speaks, the way she carries herself. He's attracted to a woman he hasn't even seen, which means he is attracted to her brain, to her mannerisms.
And the eyes... oh what if the reader wears the type of niqaab where u could only see the eyes?? They're nothing out of the ordinary, even your brows are covered, but the way his heart stops when you make eye contact with him, however brief, even if he blocks your path or says something to make you look at him, they're- it's like he can feel his very soul connecting with yours.
And if we take the old time era, I'm imagining reader being a princess/warrior niqaabi, and maybe Dabi is her newly appointed bodyguard or a Knight sent by his father to bring you home for an arranged marriage with King Enji?
Dabi isn't supposed to stare at you, the very sight of your shadow is barely permissible for him, but he can't. Not when he's heard rumours about your beauty, about you being so beautiful that men have killed themselves when you rejected their proposals, thus you cover up, even your eyes.
Maybe while escorting you to his father's kingdom, he can feel your resentment to the marriage. Maybe on the way, you guys are attacked, forcing Dabi to flee away with you on his horse, his heart stopping momentarily when he made contact with your body to pick you up and place you on his horse. And maybe while fighting, he was stabbed, bleeding profusely, which you only noticed when you guys finally reached a safe place, by a lake.
You panic because he is starting to look drowsy from all the blood loss, even if he says he's fine, so in a instant, you ripped off your veil and dipped it water nearby before placing it on his wound, putting pressure on it.
Dabi's breath hitches, his entire body stiffens, and for a brief second, it feels like the entire world has stopped as he stares at your face.
Your beauty... your face... it bewitched him.
Even with worry and frustration etched on your face, even as your eyes fill with tears, even as your lips tremble as you pray that his wounds stops bleeding, you looked heavenly.
He feels like one of those poets who would forget about the world and his ownself just so that he could only focus on writing poems that would fail to do justice to your beauty.
As the moonlight hit your face, Dabi despite being an atheist, truly did belive you were divinity.
"Stop staring." You chided, making the mistake of looking into his eyes, and he felt it. He felt the connection, the touch to his soul.
Dabi fainted, whether it was because he was bleeding or because of your beauty, no one knows.
The next day, when he finally woke up, you had ripped a part of your dress to make another veil for yourself. But Dabi wasn't disappointed, no. He had seen you once, and that was enough for this lifetime and all the others.
He was surprised to see you holding his bow in one hand and a bird in the other.
"Breakfast." You said softly, as you began preparing the bird. He didn't know you could hunt, princesses like you were usually not taught skills like that.
And Dabi asked where'd you learned it, and you shrugged, revealing how your father and brothers think you're no good for just because you're a woman, but in reality you succeed all of them in all fields, including academically and military strategies. But the world is patriarchal, so all you're good for is marriage apparently.
"Its a trap being a woman."
Dabi chuckles at that, nodding his head along that a princess would complain of feeling trapped, but he got what you said.
"Everyone is trapped in their own ways, princess. Even me."
The two of you soon began to continue your journey again, and with your caravan now dead, it was just the two of you, chatting more. And even though Dabi had seen your face, he still kept his distance, still respected your boundaries, something none of your admirers ever did.
Dabi asks why you're marrying his father, because he knows you could've easily ran away.
"I plan to be a queen who can make better reforms and changes to the world. What better way than to start with the strongest ruler by my side?" You explain, telling him that you know Enji only wants you because he wants strong children. And you only want his support. It's a mutually beneficial marriage.
Along the way, Dabi had already fallen for you. And you won't admit it, but you were slowly staring to fall for him too. He wasn't like the other men. He didn't feel the need to put you down, laugh at your ideas to "change the world", didn't make you feel stupid or insecure. And he didn't put his hands on you either, most men would've taken the opportunity of being alone in the desert and to do unspeakable things to a woman. He didn't. And you can't explain it, but there's just something about him, something otherworldly that makes you feel bonded with him.
He makes you feel safe, not just from physical threats, but from your own doubts and insecurities too, without you ever having to voice them out.
The final night you two were together, setting camp at the edge of the desert, he told you that he will always support you. He will always protect you, he will always have your back, no matter what.
"Why are you talking like this is goodbye? Won't you still be my royal Knight, after I marry the king?" You ask.
Dabi smiled sadly, looking at the fire he'd made. "I'll always be yours."
"But?"
"After I bring you to the kingdom, my duty here will be done. I will be sent again to conquer more land for the king."
You looked down at your hands, tears brimming your eyes. "So, this is goodbye then." You sniffled,and Dabi could feel someone squeezing your heart when he saw a tear fall out of your eyes.
Oh how he wished to wipe it away, wash away all your sorrows.
You wiped your own tear away, composing yourself quickly. "Well, then I must thank you. For protecting me, for fulfilling your duty, for teaching me things, for everything. Truly, there must be no better man than you."
Dabi grinned. "My pleasure."
Soon, you two fell asleep. Well, you fell asleep. Dabi pretended to fall asleep, but he stayed awake because he wanted to keep looking at you. He wanted to savour every moment, every second he had with you before tomorrow.
At some point, in your sleep, without realising, you had dropped your head in his lap, perhaps to get closer to the fire. Dabi didn't wake you, for if he did, you would've been mortified.
While he was resisting the urge to pat your head, a scorpion came near you two, specifically near Dabi's bare feet. The scorpion and Dabi had a brief staring contest, and as if challenged, it stung him.
Dabi only bit his lip, but he didn't dare move a muscle. How could he, when it would risk waking you up?
Fortunately, the scorpion went away after that. And soon morning came and youvtwo finally reached his kingdom.
Taking you inside the castle, towards his father's court, Dabi gave you all the tips that wouldn't set off Enji and would actually have his favour.
You nodded, and as the two of you stood outside the doors, Dabi reminded you-
"If you ever need me, just call my name. I'll be there."
You wondered how would he know you'd called when he would be miles away, but you suppose he could have his people here to report to him.
You two entered the court and Enjibsat on his throne, looking menacing as ever. Bowing, Enji praised his son for a job well done before excusing him.
Dabi gave you one last glance before leaving the court, and Enji beckoned you forward. You came near him, head still bowing.
"Take off your veil." He ordered.
You looked up at him, confused. You must've heard him wrong. How could you reveal yourself infront of his court like that?
"Pardon?"
"Take. Off. Your. Veil." He repeated.
"Your Majesty, your court is watching-" but you were cut off with a slap to your face that made you fell.
You looked at him in shock, holding your cheek but then Enji pulled you up by your throat and ripped off your veil, earning gasps from everyone.
"If I tell you to do something, you do it. If I tell you to take your veil off, you take it off. If I tell you to strip in front of my court, you fucking do it!" He shook you hard as you struggeld to free your throat from his grip. He pulled you closer, grabbing your cheeks painfully. "Now, let's see if you've learned your lesson." He threw you down again, your tears were falling freely now as you wondered if you had cursed yourself by agreeing to marry this monster.
"Now, strip." Enji commanded from above, glaring at you.
You began hyperventilating, trying to think of a way out of this situation. You looked around you to see if anyone would come to your aid, but the court, all those old men were looking at you in anticipation, as if you're a piece of meat.
Is this.. is this your end?
As Enji stomped towards you, your heart dropped and you screamed instinctively.
"DABI!!!!"
Enji raised his hand to strike you, but instead of a slap, blood had splattered on your face.
You looked down as you heard a thud, and there it was in front of you-
Enji's head.
Your eyes looked back up and you saw Enji's headless body that fell to the side, revealing Dabi behind him holding his bloody sword, face full of rage, eyes full of insanity.
Locking eyes with you, the insanity in his eyes was replaced with... concern.
"Are you okay?" He asked in the softest voice possible. He sheathed his sword, walking towards you. He bent on his knees to be on your level. "Did I scare you? I'm sorry. Hey, hey, no need to look at the head. He can't hurt you anymore. No one can." He said raising his hand to cup your cheek, but he hesitated. You wouldn't be comfortable-
You threw your hands around him, diving your head into his chest as you sobbed. Dabi only chuckled before gathering you in his arms, patting your head and cooing soft nothings, as if hadn't just beheaded the strongest ruler in the world.
"Shh, its alright. Everything will be okay. I'm here now, aren't I?" He cooed as you began carrying you out of the room but not before blowing a whistle as hundreds of assasins and knights broke into the court, killing and maiming Enji's court.
As Dabi walked towards his room, making sure to hide your face well because he doesn't want to kill some poor servant just because he saw your face like he's killing the court, he wondered what would have happened if you hadn't called for him.
Surely, he wouldn't have planned the coup, be wouldn't have had killed Enji, and he certainly wouldn't have had you in his arms.
But for you, he would burn the whole world down if you wish it. He'd burn himself if it pleases you.
For you, a thousand times over.
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alhamdulillah10 · 1 year
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Young Muslimas, stay away from the haram stuff. Guard yourself vigilantly from falling into the degenerate modern western secular feminist lifestyle.
You know, the "I'm a strong independent woman who don't need no man," "my body my choice," "I can do whatever I want," "no man can tell me what to do" mentality of many modern women.
The one where you live life away from the protection of your Muslim parents, "free" yourself from male protection calling it "controlling" and "toxic," make yourself a new family consisting of your "tribe" of like-minded degenerate friends, turn up at the club, partying, dancing, drinking, getting high, sleeping around, then getting yourself tested for STDs or getting an abortion, maybe prostitute yourself online with lingerie modeling or something like OnlyFans, occasionally facing various kinds of "sexual assault" and constant harrassment along the way from degenerate males in those circles.
If you follow this wretched, self-destructive path, when you're finally spit out on the other side, you'll be broken.
Traumatized.
Scarred.
There will be absolutely no empowerment anywhere to be found.
You can never emerge unscathed from such a lifestyle. Allah has forbidden all these paths for a reason.
By the time you wake up and realize all this, you'll look back and recognize belatedly that you've wasted your late teenage years, your twenties, and most of your thirties.
Now, broken and alone, you want to finally settle down and get married to banish the crippling loneliness and the debilitating depression and mental health issues.
But you bring with you a lifetime of mistakes, regrets, baggage, self-inflicted abuse and trauma for a good man to fix.
When it becomes hard to find such a man willing to deal with all this, you'll turn around in an impressive evasion of accountability, and accuse men of "not stepping up" and of being "shallow," "fragile," or "toxic masculine" if they care about purity, chastity, or youth in a potential wife.
Now everything is men's fault.
If I could advise my fellow young sisters in Islam with anything, it would be this: follow Islam wholeheartedly and sincerely, burrow into the safety and protection of your parents and male kin, focus on preparing yourself to be a pious traditional wife and mother, and get married early to a pious, traditional Muslim man.
Don't even allow your gaze to flit over to the "modern empowered feminist" lifestyle. See it for the lie that it is. Don't even look in that direction.
وَلَا تَمُدَّنَّ عَيْنَيْكَ إِلَىٰ مَا مَتَّعْنَا بِهِۦٓ أَزْوَٰجًۭا مِّنْهُمْ زَهْرَةَ ٱلْحَيَوٰةِ ٱلدُّنْيَا لِنَفْتِنَهُمْ فِيهِ ۚ وَرِزْقُ رَبِّكَ خَيْرٌۭ وَأَبْقَىٰ
"And do not extend your eyes towards what We have given some classes of them to enjoy—the splendor of the Earlier Life—that We may test them thereby, for your Lord’s provision is better and more lasting." (Surat Taha, 131)
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binttrashid · 4 months
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“the niqaab erases a woman’s identity.”
Haven’t the stories of the Sahabiyāt رضي الله عنهن reached us?
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arabiataj · 3 months
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Get yourself a man who isn't afraid to fix your niqaab whenever you (and your man) are outside and there's no mirror around <3....
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yanderefreud · 9 months
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Was hanging out w a girl and I just saw her face for the first time (she wears a niqaab) and bro she is beautiful I'm freaking out somebody send help
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imaanoverdesires · 1 year
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For some sisters out there...
What's the point of your jilbaab or even niqaab if you end up applying mascara or even beautify you eyebrows (except kohl since it's sunnah)?
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