#Usul's dream house

[visd3stele]

Between waves and dunes, there's us

summary: in another universe, paul takes chani to his home planet and she sees the sea for the first time

tw: none, just fluffy fluffed fluff

canon NON-compliant, slighty ooc

a/n: first time writing for paul and chani, let me know in the tags/comments what you think <3

Paul loved Arrakis, there is no denying that. He fell in love with its hidden dangers, making his heart leap with every uneven step he takes in the sand. He couldn't help but admire its people, how resilient they are, how crafty and smart. Admiration that grew in no time into tender care. He even longed for quiet moments when he wasn't training with Stilgar, attacking the harkonnens, or manuvering between fremen worshippers and non-believers.

Like warching the sun set with Chani. Listen to her speak about her planet with the softest voice he ever heard. Watching the blue dim in her eyes as gold begin to shine in the night. Chani spoke of the dunes, their beauty and her wishes for the desert to come to life again.

And while Paul could only agree, something stirred inside of him. A faint pain in his chest, watching the sand fly in the small evening wind. For a second, it was replaced with waves. High, blue, foaming waves crushing against the shores of his home. Salty water washing the green rocks of Caladan, greeting his palace in the early mornings, their whispers gently waking him up for training.

An unusual yarning took over him and before he could realize it, Paul found himself telling Chani all about the sea and its reign on Caladan.

"I don't believe it." She said, scrunching up her nose against the setting sun.

"I'll show it to you one day." Paul promised. And Chani laughed. She spent a lifetime dreaming about a future for her planet, one that turned into a legend more than a hope. She wouldn't start another faithless dream. She couldn't. Leaving Dune seemed just as impossible for Paul now as it was for her.

And Paul laughed too. But not because he knew how low the chances were he'd keep that promise. In his heart, he knew that as long as he won't lose sight of what's trully important he will see Chani to the seas of Caladan one day.

That day took its sweet time, but it eventually came. After defeating the harkonnens and driving them off Arrakis, Paul appointed Stilgar as leader. He left the planet in its own people's hands, a free Dune, benefiting in the known Universe after its resources, gaining a place along the Great Houses.

Paul Atreides had seen his revenge. Usul Muad'dib has played his part in liberating Arrakis to its bright future. Now, the Duke of Caladan had to sort out his own Court.

It was easier than he thought. Leaving the golden dunes of Arrakis behind, knowing Chani is riding a sand worm somewhere through them. But the promise they made each other ringed inside his chest with every beat of his heart.

"You will never lose me," she said, "as longs as you stay who you are."

"As long as there is breath in me, I will love you," he answered.

They both had duties to tend to. But their love was greater than any distance in the Universe.

"Don't just sit there, young pup," Gurney laughed. Paul named him emmisary for Arrakis and he has just returned... with Chani. In the private area they landed, Gurney allowed himself some casualty with his young Lord, who seemed even younger gaping wide-eyed and in awe upon seeing the woman he loves again.

"Paul!" Chani tackled him in a tight hug. She was happier, more easy-going. He couldn't help but smile to himself faced with this precious, unusual sight, before cupping Chani's face and bringing her in for a kiss.

"I missed you," he whispered in the short reprieves before their lips closed in on eqch other again. And again. And again, until Gurney awkawardly cleared his throat.

"I missed you su much."

"I missed you too, My Lord," she teased, before linking their arms together. "Now, I do remember a promise you made me a while ago. Something about dunes of water."

"Waves. They're called waves."

Paul led her to the shore. The tides were retreating, seaguls flying lazyly above it. The water rustled against pristine rocks, returning to the sea just to be pushed out again, further and further.

Droplets of water landed on Chani's arms, raising goosebumps on her skin. Her eyes rounded at the sight, hands wrapping around her torso against the chilly breeze.

"It's beautiful," she whispered. "Just like you said."

Paul smiled. And gently took her palm in his. "Come on, there's a lot more to do than admiring."

He took off his clothes, leving only his underpants on and urged Chani to do the same. The water was cold, tickling her bare feet, stealing the land from under her.

"Don't be afraid," Paul soothed her, feeling the grip on his arm tightening. "I've got you, okay?"

She never saw so much water in her life, except for the still fountain of the dead. But that was holy. Untouchable. And this sea of Paul... he made it look fun.

They took more steps into the sea, clinging to each other as if their lives depended on it. Slow step by slow step, Chani became more sure on her feet, slightly letting go of Paul to only hold his hand as he drew them closer to the end of the land inside the water.

Chani laughed as a stronger wave crushed against her knees, almost causing her to lose balance.

"You okay?"

"Yeah. That was just weird. In a good way."

Paul laughed too, wondering if he should show her how to swim already or if it was too soon. But Chani trying to move forwards made the decision for him.

"Wait up! You can't walk anymore. Here, let me show you how."

He lowered himself in the water, supporting Chani as she laid on her belly. Paul's hands circled her waist as he gave instructions: "Never stop moving your feet." "One arm at a time, that's it." "Do you want to try back swimming too?"

When they waves grew bigger and stronger, threatening to storm the shores violently, Paul and Chani raced each other back on land. They were dripping, shivering in the cold night air, but their cheeks hurt with wide smiles and where their bodies touched, they burned.

Not so long ago Chani taught him the ways of dunes. Paul was more than happy to show her the ways of the sea.

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FIC REC FRIDAY! 2022 Mini Bang Edition!

Sorry for missing the fic rec list last week, life got in my way and I didn't have anything queued!

This week we are doing a special edition in honour of the 2024 Dune Mini Bang opening for sign ups!

Dune Mini Bang 2022 Collection

The Nazar in the Hamsa by @a-guide-to-imperial-planetology

Harah must help her sons to cope with the death of their father, Jamis. Stilgar must also grieve his friend Jamis, as well as the way of life in the sietch as he knows it. Could the two find respite in the only other member of the sietch who understands the confusing experience of Paul-Muad'Dib, called Usul? Rated T Harah/Stilgar

The Snake in the Sand by @magpiesmudpie

Princess Irulan is on the run. Taken in by Lady Jessica, she becomes a servant in Caladan Castle, where she has to hide her true identity from Paul. A 'Fix-It' which begins 6 months before the Atreides move to Arrakis, then follows events from the first book. Rated M Paul/Irulan

Tibiyya; or, the Apocalypse of Mustafa by Silverman

At the tail-end of Muad'Dib's Jihad, Mustafa Corrino lands on Tibiyya, a jungle planet discovered in the course of the war. She has come to enforce the faith. Rated M

"The Ceremony" by @curlyallie

On a day of celebration in Sietch Libr, emotions of joy were running high. But for Chani, the celebration stirred up equally powerful and increasingly disturbing emotions. She will have no choice but to confront them. And she may find herself experiencing them more deeply than she could have ever imagined. Rated E Multi

Our Future is my Past by @escharis

Time is a peculiar thing dependent on the perception of the individual. For some a lifetime passes in the dreams of a singular night. Paul wakes up, he is fifteen again and come morning his family will be going to Arrakis. Yet, Paul could swear he had been lost in the desert of that planet just yesterday…and what to make of the beyond his mind has touched upon? Rated T

Heaven Smiles Upon Him by @almostg

What if Duncan Idaho was the son of an important House and Paul Atreides was his swordmaster? The answer is: Duncan's world is turned upside down and Paul is irresistible! Rated E Paul/Duncan

Confessions of an Imperial Concubine by @imnotoverlyobsessive

When commoner Sera tries to assassinate the new emperor, she assumes she’ll be executed. The last thing she expects is to be made into a concubine for his harem. Little does she know she’s meant for so much more than that. Rated E Paul/F!OC

Freewomen of Arrakis by @primeideal

Chani learns what it means to be a Reverend Mother, and considers her relationship with Paul Muad'Dib. Not necessarily in that order. Rated T Paul/Chani

Our Roads Lead Into the Desert by @ava-anderson151

Who is Countess Thorvald? Where does Paul's struggle between love and power come from? How was Aoife's life before joining the House of Atreides? And what have we missed during the three year gap in the story? Rated M Paul/F!OC

Under His Spell by chocobun

Duncan finds himself drawn to a certain very unusual young man. However, honor and duty forbid him from acting on his feelings. When he leaves for a mission in the desert, he is made to confront some truths about Paul Atreides and the relationship the two of them have. Rated G Paul/Duncan

The Pourpre Conspiracy: A Dune Fan Story by @avripzhavar

The Pourpre Conspiracy it's an alternate universe of Dune based on events in the first book and the 2021 film, there are no spoilers for the other books. This story follows the adventures of an original character, in a fast-paced noir thriller with other secret ingredients… Rated M

that hugest whole creation may be less incalculable than a single kiss by disgracie

"Your one unbridled response," he'd called that chewing of the lip. 'It tells me that you're disturbed, and I must kiss those lips to still their fluttering." — Frank Herbert, Children of Dune or 5 times he does so (and 1 time he does not). Rated T Leto/Jessica

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[esperwatchesfilms]

Dune (1984)

This is my father's favorite movie. Every time I walk into my parents' house, I see the Baron floating around laughing maniacally. I have never watched it in its entirety, and with the new ones out, I wanted to watch this before I moved on to Dune: Part One. I spent an hour of the film being SO confused about what was happening and why. But about an hour in (I know, that's a long time), I realized how super into it I was, and the more I started to understand what was up, the more I enjoyed it. Ultimately, a really good film, and I hope I enjoy the new one as much as I liked this one! And I can't express enough how much I love the pug that made it through the whole damn film. ESE: 150/100 50 +2 for the brown spot in Princess Irulan's otherwise greenish eyes +3 for her soothing voice +5 for 9 bulldogs +10 for Patrick Stewart -10 for the laughably horrible effects they used for the shields -2 for the wild eyebrows on Thufir -3 for marching with Barbie hands +10 for the Duke telling his son that people need new experiences to grow +5 for the Atreides family pug -10 for the gross-ass fucking pain box +10 for Brad Dourif -10 for needles in eyes -10 for super nasty Baron pustules +5 for Sting -5 for the nastiest juice box ever +10 for Lady Jessica's hair +5 for Paul ticking off prophecy boxes +5 for how proud the Duke looks that his son knows how the suit should be worn +10 for Duke Atreides saving the miners and saying "Damn the spice!" showing he cares more for his people than the spice -10 for the Reverend Mother jumpscare +5 for Paul saving Shadout Mapes +10 for Shadout Mapes informing Paul of the traitor in his midst -10 for Yueh being a major shitterton +5 for the pug making a getaway +10 for Gurney saving the pug -10 for Yueh being all sookie-la-la after betraying people who were so good to him -5 for the death of Duncan Idaho +10 for Yueh's death because seriously, what a shitterton -10 for the Harkonnen Mentat guy trying to feel up Lady Jessica +10 for Paul using the Voice -10 for the Duke's death -10 for the Baron being alive -5 for the death of Doctor Kynes +10 for Paul's waking dream +5 for the second thumper +10 for the Fremen +5 for Paul Muad'Dib -5 for eating the cow tongue +5 for Feyd's goofy undies +5 for Thufir's new cat -5 for the weird advancement of Usul and Chani's relationship +5 for the weirding way +5 for worm-riding -10 for the fast-forwarding through Alia's growth and Usul and Chani's love story +10 for Gurney still being alive! +5 for Paul's blue eyes +5 for Chani trusting Paul's judgment and giving him the Water of Life despite being scared to +5 for the Emperor calling the Baron "that floating fat man" +10 for Alia +5 for the pug making it to the end of the film +10 for rain on Arrakis

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[laelianas]

I am Paul Atriedes

A/N: I wrote a silly little spoken word for Paul Atriedes to help feed my current Dune obsession! Please forgive me in advance for any terrible pronunciation and/or stuttering - Dyslexia is a hassle, so I sometimes start saying the wrong word lol. Anyways please enjoy! Any feedback would be wonderful! Transcription:

I am Paul Atriedes, I am known by many and yet so few, My mind is open, Yet I cannot see, The paths that lie in front of me. I have lost so much and I feel the burden, Of the dukedom thrust upon me.

My hand lays heavy, A ring thrust upon it, A constant reminder that I have lost it.

Lost it all to the traitors and the blades, Power hungry emperors and barons, Fearful slaves to institution, And women who take a stranglehold upon power. I have lost Paul Atriedes and he cannot be found,

Lost to the desert, A shroud of sand.

I am Paul Usul Muad’dib, Soldier, Warrior, Rebel and fighter.

My hatred burns in my stomach, The Harkonnens! The cowards! The slavers that wrangle, The small planet of Arrakis to its knees, Until the spice runs out.

It will never run out.

The Harkonnens, I hear them in my dreams, Alongside their laughter I hear their screams.

The Baron may call it his, His desert, His Arrakis, His Dune. Yet it belongs to the people. The ones who have tamed the land, Who understand more than the spice fields, More than the wealth, More than the power.

It is their desert, Their Arrakis, Their Dune.

And I will keep it that way, No matter what the voices say, No matter what my mother whispers in my ear. Power and divine right, What nonsense does she whisper in the night?

She tricks and she lies, Yet the voices tell me she is right? That it is not a fallacy that I have come to the sands of Arrakis. The call of destiny always seems like a lie, A careful manipulation done thousands of times.

Yet the voices cry out, “Do what needs to be done!” The forcing of my hand to prove, That I am the one.

I am Paul Muad’Dib Atriedes, I am the Kwistatz Haderach. I am the only one who knows what should be done, For I have seen a thousand futures and yet I know only one, Will lead us into a future, A better one.

I am the Kwistatz Haderach, The one the Bene Gesserit seek, “The Voice from the Outer World!” The hero that they need.  

I will do what is necessary, To achieve victory, I do not need anyone to fight for me, I fight for me and me alone. I will avenge my father, That died in shame.

My father, My mission. My desert power found. My desert. My Arrakis. My Dune.

Dear father, Can you hear me? Nothing will stop me now.

The great houses will obey me, And the people will pray to me. For I am the Lisan al Gaib, And they cannot handle a future without me.

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[lex-the-flex]

Got any headcannons for Paul Atradies ending up in an arranged marriage?

This sounds really interesting!

Being in an Arranged Marriage with Paul Atreides would Include: 

At first, you’d question why your family made you marry the only heir to the Atreides family. 

You’d be furious, as you were forced to leave you home, your planet behind. 

However, it needed to be done as Emperor Shaddam sought to your marriage to Paul, as this potential union could truly save the Known Universe. 

So when you travelled across the Galaxy to Caladan, you immediately bonded with Lady Jessica, Duke Leto, and the rest of the members of House Atreides. Everyone except Paul. 

Paul would purposefully ignore or give you the cold shoulder, as he wanted nothing more than to focus on his training and controlling these new “dreams” of the future.

But as the dreams became more severe, Paul began to realize how much he needed you in those sleepless nights. So much so that he practically begged for you to stay by his side one night. 

And Paul slept peacefully that night. 

As the time came to make their departure to Arrakis, Paul was glued to your hip, refusing to become separated from you, only for when the shields surrounding Arrakeen were destroyed, you fled into the desert alone. 

Once Paul and his mother were stranded in the desert, the boy started to fear for the worst. Thinking you were dead, Paul only truly accepted your fate when he came across the Fremen. 

Coming across the hidden people of the Fremen, you would reveal yourself to Paul and Jessica, stating that they offered you shelter until their Leader, their Usul would cross paths in time. 

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[atreiidesluvr]

You Love Me? Pt. 1 | Paul Atreides X Reader

Pairing: Paul Atreides x Fremen! Reader

About: short lil blurb one shot thing i wrote for people who feel constantly compared to/never good enough

A/n: Part 2 on the way!

Warnings: Paul is a simp! reader is compared to Chani (i love her though this is just for the plot) maybe not accurate because i haven’t read the books

Chani had always been the more favoured one out of the two of you. She was stronger, faster, and more extroverted. You had overheard the elders talk about how Chani's destiny was to bring the Messiah to Arrakis and how they would restore peace across the planets.

It would be a lie to say that you weren't slightly jealous of her. Of course you loved her, she was your friend, but at the same time you couldn't help but feel so ordinary and mundane.

Throughout your life people would only talk to you if they needed something from Chani. Boys would befriend you to become closer to her, and even your own friends seemed to like to talk to her more than you.

You felt utterly and inexplicably invisible.

But when the boy with green eyes showed up, everything you thought you knew about yourself changed.

Arrakis

Whilst Stilgar, Chani and other Fremen went to look for the so-called Messiah, you stayed behind in Sietch Tabr, patiently waiting for their arrival.

"Y/n! Y/n! They're back! They've come back!!" You heard one of your friends call out. You ran outside to see them, but the streets of Sietch Tabr were full. Many people were just as excited as you to see the Maud'Dib.

"Which one's the Maud'Dib?" You asked your friend.

"They say it's the one with green eyes."

You saw Stilgar beyond the crowd, then your eyes immediately started scanning the group for Chani.

And then you met his gaze.

His eyes on yours made you feel as if it were just you and him on the entire planet. He looked at you, not hungrily as many men have looked at you before him. But longingly.

"It's him." You whispered. "Harah look, it's him."

The two of you kept eye contact for a while until he disappeared into the crowd of people.

“He’s kind of handsome isn’t he?” Harah asked.

“Yeah I guess he is.”

After everything died down, you decided to look for Chani. You were expecting many stories about sandworms and the Harkonnen and you wouldn't leave her alone until she told you.

You were nearing Chani's house until you felt someone grab your arm from behind. "Hey!-"

"Y/n." And there, standing behind you was the Maud'Dib. The Messiah, the One, the Usul. His green eyes stood out and you couldn't help but stare into them.

"What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be with Chani?" You couldn't lie though, having the Maud'Dib know your name made you blush. His grip on you loosened and confusion riddled his face.

"Who's Chani?" Then it was your turn to be confused.

"What do you mean? She's your destiny, you know. The one in your dreams??"

"What are you talking about? You’re the one in my dreams.”

Caladan

“Paul..” You said in a sing-song tone. “Wake up ya hayati.” A smile plastered Paul’s face as you played with his curls. “Get off of me Y/n.” He whined, trying to get you off of him weakly. “We both know you don’t want that.” The both of you chuckled and Paul stared at you, trying to burn the image of you into his mind. “Is there something on my face?” You asked, sitting up while straddling his lower abdomen. “No, you’re just beautiful.”

Another dream.

Paul had been having dreams of someone named Y/n for the past few months. He didn’t understand why he had them, all he knew was that they were pleasant and to say that he enjoyed them was an understatement.

He couldn’t tell his mom, she would tell him that he’s projecting his longing for love in his dreams or worse, she would tell him that he’s being a horny adolescent boy.

“..Who are you, Y/n?”

Arrakis

It was unusual for Paul to feel like he had known you so well while to you he was just a stranger.

After meeting the woman in the cave, he figured that maybe she would be his destiny and Y/n was just a figment of his imagination.

But as soon as he stepped foot into Sietch Tabr and saw you, he knew that he had to do everything in his power to find you.

He couldn’t just forget all the dreams about soft kisses under the moonlight and whispered “I love you’s.” Paul knew that you were his destiny, he was going to make sure of it.

“So you’re telling me that in your dreams, I’m your destiny??”

“Yes, and also I think you’re my girlfriend.”

You scoffed.

After the encounter with Paul, you took him to your living area to speak more about the issue at hand. What were people gonna say? Were they gonna hate Chani? Were they gonna hate you?

“Paul, right?” He hummed. “Paul, did someone put you up to this? I won’t be mad if-”

“Ya hayati.” Your eyes widened.

“That was.. What my parents used to call me, before they- How do you know that?” You sat down on your bed in shock. Maybe he was telling the truth.

“I don’t know what it means, but in my dreams you would call me that.” He sat down next to you, hesitantly putting his hand atop yours. “I know you don’t know me. But I know you, and I know this is a lot to take in but I love you Y/n.”

For a moment, there was nothing but silence. “It means ‘my life.’” You were still trying to process the fact that everyone you had ever known was wrong. You were the Maud’Dib’s destiny. Not Chani, not anyone else, you.

“My entire life, I’ve been told that I was never good enough. So why am I the one for you?” You spoke, finally making eye contact with Paul.

“What are you talking about, mon coeur, I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else but you.”

Part 2

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[dailytafsirofquran]

Daily Tafsir of Ibn Kathir

Ibrahim's Emigration, the Test of the Sacrifice of Isma`il, and how Allah blessed Him

Allah tells us that after He helped His close friend Ibrahim, peace be upon him, against his people, and after Ibrahim gave up hoping that they would ever believe despite all the mighty signs that they had witnessed, he emigrated away from them, and said:

(Verily, I am going to my Lord. He will guide me! My Lord! Grant me (offspring) from the righteous.) meaning, obedient children, in compensation for his people and relatives whom he had left. Allah said:

(So We gave him the glad tidings of a forbearing boy.) This child was Isma`il, peace be upon him, for he was the first child of whom glad tidings were given to Ibrahim, peace be upon him, and he was older than Ishaq. The Muslims and the People of the Book agree, and indeed it is stated in their Book, that Isma`il, peace be upon him, was born when Ibrahim, peace be upon him, was eighty-six years old, and Ishaq was born when Ibrahim was ninety-nine years old. According to their Book, Allah commanded Ibrahim to sacrifice his only son, and in another text it says his firstborn son. But here they falsely inserted the name of Ishaq. This is not right because it goes against what their own Scripture says. They inserted the name of Ishaq because he is their ancestor, while Isma`il is the ancestor of the Arabs. They were jealous of them, so they added this idea and changed the meaning of the phrase "only son'' to mean `the only son who is with you,' because Isma`il had been taken with his mother to Makkah. But this is a case of falsification and distortion, because the words "only son'' cannot be said except in the case of one who has no other son. Furthermore, the firstborn son has a special status that is not shared by subsequent children, so the command to sacrifice him is a more exquisite test.

(And, when he (his son) was old enough to walk with him,) means, when he grew up and started to go with his father and walk with him, for Ibrahim used to go every so often to check on his son and his mother in the land of Faran (i.e., Makkah), to see how they were doing. It was said that he used to ride on Al-Buraq, traveling there swiftly, and Allah knows best. It was reported from Ibn `Abbas, peace be upon him, Mujahid, `Ikrimah, Sa`id bin Jubayr, `Ata' Al-Khurasani, Zayd bin Aslam and others that

(And, when he (his son) was old enough to walk with him,) means, when he became a young man and was able to work as his father did.

(And, when he (his son) was old enough to walk with him, he said: "O my son! I have seen in a dream that I am slaughtering you. So look what you think!'') `Ubayd bin `Umayr said, "The dreams of the Prophets are revelation,'' then he recited this Ayah:

(he said: "O my son! I have seen in a dream that I am slaughtering you. So look what you think!''). He told his son that in order to make it easier for him, and also to test his patience and resolve, at a young age, in obeying Allah and obeying his father.

(He said: "O my father! Do that which you are commanded...'') meaning, `obey the command of Allah and sacrifice me.'

(if Allah wills, you shall find me of the patient.) meaning, `I will be patient and will seek the reward for that with Allah.' He, may peace and blessings be upon him, believed in what had been promised. Allah said:

(And mention in the Book Isma`il. Verily, he was true to what he promised, and he was a Messenger, (and) a Prophet. And he used to enjoin on his family the Salah and the Zakah, and his Lord was pleased with him.) (19:54-55).

(Then, when they had both submitted themselves, and he had laid him prostrate on his forehead;) means, when both of them had pronounced the Shahadah and remembered Allah -- Ibrahim because he was about to offer a sacrifice and Isma`il because he was about to die. Or it was said that "submitted themselves'' means that they submitted and followed the command of Allah; Ibrahim obeyed the command of Allah and Isma`il obeyed Allah and his father. This was the view of Mujahid, `Ikrimah, Qatadah, As-Suddi and Ibn Ishaq, and others. lThe meaning of the phrase "and he had laid him prostrate on his forehead'' is: he placed him facedown so that he could slaughter him from behind, and not have to see his face at the time of slaughter, so that it would be easier for him. Ibn `Abbas, may Allah be pleased with him, Mujahid, Sa`id bin Jubayr, Ad-Dahhak and Qatadah said:

(and he had laid him prostrate on his forehead;) means, "He turned him upside down on his face.'' Imam Ahmad recorded that Ibn `Abbas, may Allah be pleased with him, said, "When the rituals were enjoined upon Ibrahim, peace be upon him, the Shaytan appeared to him at the Mas`a and raced with him, but Ibrahim got there first. Then Jibril, upon him be peace, took him to Jamrat Al-`Aqabah and the Shaytan appeared to him, so he stoned him with seven pebbles until he disappeared. Then he appeared him at Al-Jamrah Al-Wusta and he stoned him with seven pebbles. Then he laid him prostrate on his face. Isma`il, peace be upon him, was wearing a white shirt, and he said, `O my father, I do not have any garment in which I can be shrouded apart from this; take it off me so that you can shroud me in it.' He started to take it off, then he was called from behind:

(O Ibrahim! You have fulfilled the dream!) Ibrahim turned, and saw a fine, horned, white ram.'' Ibn `Abbas said, "We used to look for similar types of rams.'' Hisham mentioned this Hadith at length in Al-Manasik.

(We called out to him: "O Ibrahim! You have fulfilled the dream!'') means, `the purpose of your dream has been fulfilled by your laying down your son to sacrifice him.' As-Suddi and others said that he passed the knife over Isma`il's neck, but it did not cut him at all, because a sheet of copper was placed between them. Ibrahim was called at that point, and it was said:

(You have fulfilled the dream!) Allah says;

(Verily, thus do We reward the doers of good.) means, `this is how We deal with those who obey Us in things that are difficult for them; We make for them a way out.' As Allah says:

(And whosoever has Taqwa of Allah, He will make a way for him to get out (from every difficulty). And He will provide him from (sources) he never could imagine. And whosoever puts his trust in Allah, then He will suffice him. Verily, Allah will accomplish his purpose. Indeed Allah has set a measure for all things.) (65:2-3). On the basis of this Ayah and this story, some of the scholars of Usul have stated that it is valid for a ruling to be abrogated before anyone is able to act upon it -- unlike some of the Mu`tazilah. The evidence for this is obvious, because Allah commanded Ibrahim, peace be upon him, to sacrifice his son, then He abrogated that and pointed out the ransom. The purpose of His command had been primarily to reward His close Friend for his patience and resolve in sacrificing his son. Allah says:

(Verily, that indeed was a manifest trial.) meaning, it was clearly a test when he was commanded to sacrifice his son, so, he hastened to do it, in submission to the command of Allah and in obedience to Him. Allah said:

(And of Ibrahim who fulfilled all that.) (53:37), and

(And We ransomed him with a great sacrifice). It was reported that Ibn `Abbas, may Allah be pleased with him, said, "A ram which had grazed in Paradise for forty years.'' Imam Ahmad recorded that Safiyyah bint Shaybah said, "A woman from Bani Sulaym, who was the midwife of most of the people in our household, told me that the Messenger of Allah sent for `Uthman bin Talhah, may Allah be pleased with him.'' On one occasion she said, "I asked `Uthman, `Why did the Prophet call you' He said, `The Messenger of Allah said to me,

(I saw the horns of the ram when I entered the House ﴿i.e., the Ka`bah﴾, and I forgot to tell you to cover them up; cover them up, for there should not be anything in the House which could distract the worshipper.)''' Sufyan said, "The horns of the ram remained hanging in the House until it was burned, and they were burned too.'' This offers independent evidence that the one who was to be sacrificed was Isma`il, peace be upon him. The Quraysh had inherited the horns of the ram that Ibrahim sacrificed, and they had been passed down from generation to generation, until the Messenger of Allah was sent. And Allah knows best.

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[saint-severian]

Dune - Chapter 3

In this chapter, we witness two conversations in the Atreides home, later in the day of Paul’s ordeal. The first is between The Bene Gesserit Reverend Mother, Gaius Helen Mohiam, and Paul’s mother Jessica, who is scolded by the older woman, who was once her teacher and remains her superior within the Sisterhood, for bearing a son (Paul) rather than a daughter from Leto. There is no question at all of it having been an accident: Bene Gesserit are apparently in total control of the gender of their children. Had Jessica bore an Atreides daughter as commanded, the child would have been wed to a Harkonnen male and “breached the gap”. Having, in just the last chapter, witnessed the depravity of the mortal enemies of the Atreides, this comes as a disturbing thought, especially given that it would be the Atreides house absorbed into the Harkonnen, and not the other way around. But this does not even figure into Jessica’s calculation: the first thing she said in her defense was, “but it meant so much to him!”, the Duke. Apparently, the ethical issue of marrying one’s daughter off to a family of barbaric and disturbed tyrants was secondary next to the admiration and affection Jessica has for her man. She would have gone along with the orders of her Sisterhood if not for the particular qualities of the particular man she was assigned to. 

But there was another motivation, or at least implication: the possibility of a male Atreides heir being the Kwisatz Haderach. It’s important to note that the correct word is “being” the Kwisatz Haderach, not “becoming”. The tests for the Kwisatz Haderach, like the tests for humanity, are not formative tests in their objective, but rather they seek to determine whether inborn traits are present. Humanity, like being the Kwisatz Haderach, is an inborn status, not achieved. Although Paul’s training in the Bene Gesserit Way is vital to his fulfillment of his destiny, it is impossible for him to act other than in his own nature. 

In response to Jessica’s desire for an “alternative” to the doom which Mohiam says she has brought upon her house in her disobedience, she gives a prediction of the future: “I see in the future what I’ve seen in the past. You well know the pattern of our affairs, Jessica. The race knows its own mortality and fears stagnation of its heredity. It’s in the bloodstream--the urge to mingle genetic strains without plan. The Imperium, the CHOAM Company, all the Great Houses, they are but bits of flotsam in the path of the flood.” We have of yet no context to place this prediction in (and neither exactly does Mohiam), but we can use this idea to understand the Bene Gesserit mindset. It is probable that the BG see themselves as working against the effects of such a mass-mingling, and of the impulse that motivates it, in their artificial selection project. A project which orients itself as against intuitive human nature. In the most obvious respect, that people don’t naturally like to be bred like horses or dogs (although it takes four books for anyone to voice this obvious reaction), but in a more specific sense: the disgust which Jessica must have felt at the thought of marrying her child to a Harkonnen (whom she later implies as being subhuman) or of betraying the wishes and hopes of the Duke. The Bene Gesserit eugenic program implicitly views human nature as contra to the furtherance of the race. Living in a world in which mass migration from the uncivilized backwaters, the “putrid latrines of the world” to the centers of civilization is a real and ongoing process, not unlike the “flood” that Mohiam describes, it’s wholly natural to agree with this sentiment and to see Herbert in this sense as a prophet of our era. But is it true that true eugenics is necessarily against human impulse? Although it’s true that it is far easier to ruin something than to better it, including a race, it’s hardly probable that every strong and intelligent race on Earth came about by going against its own natural instincts. And, if this is true, what would it mean for the race-loyalism that posits racial endogamy as natural and good, and miscegenation as the product of externally-originating degeneration? I’m inclined to take a page from BAPbook and say that often, arranged marriages, which are historically motivated by political and economic accumulation, are dysgenic exactly because they fail to incorporate the natural law of attraction into the reproductive process. Although it’s true that people get it wrong, the human instincts for healthiness and unhealthiness are the product of millennia of unknowably complex processes, whereas rationality as the source of reproductive selection has much more capacity for fallibility. To put it in the simplest possible terms: would you like to choose your partner based on the necessities of a vast and abstract breeding program, or your attraction to them? Perhaps we answer the same way for good reason. 

The second conversation begins when Paul is called from his soundproof Meditation Chamber into the room with his mother and Mohiam. He’s asked immediately about his dreams. Paul replies that, although he remembers all his dreams, some are worth remembering and some are not, and he simply knows the difference. At Mohiam’s request, he recalls last night’s dream, in which he is standing in a cavern near a large pool with a “very skinny girl with big eyes. Her eyes are all blue, no whites in them”. In his dream, Paul tells the girl about the Reverend Mother (whose name he could not have known at the time of the dream), and about a “stamp of strangeness” which she placed on him. This startles Mohiam. The girl calls him “Usul”, which he initially mistakes as the name of his homeworld, and he tells her a poem about the sea, but he has to explain the meaning of most of the names. 

Mohiam tells him he may be the Kwisatz Haderach, but that she sees no more than possibility, and waits for him to respond. After he quietly waits her out in an amazing power move, she admits that he he has “depths” to him. Before the chapter ends, she gives him a hint and a warning. Her hint on being the Kwisatz Haderach without dying is a koan-like platitude which Paul sees as infantile at first, but nonetheless it evokes in him again the feeling of terrible purpose: that which submits rules. Her warning is this: although he yet may be saved from the coming fall of his house, “For the father, nothing”.

#dune reading

[denvilleneuve]

I usually don’t do this kind of memes but this is really cute and not boring or usul like others that I’ve seen before soo let’s start

Rules: Answer the questions in a new post and tag 20 blogs you would like to know better.  —tagged by @ironlux ✨

nickname: eli, betta, elisasbé height: 1.60  time right now: 19:15 last thing googled: twining’s list of teas favourite music artists: it’s not easy because I like way too many artists, but since a while my favs are linkin park, major lazer, macklemore, salmo (check him!) and others ofc.. song stuck in head: atm rodrigo amarante - tuyo (narcos soundrack) last movie watched: xXx return of Xander Cage but I pretend I didn’t saw that (sucks) The Accauntant  👌 last tv show watched: taboo  what are you wearing right now: no bra yay, just some comfy clothes when did you create your blog: i can’t remember lol but at least 4 or 5 years ago what kind of content you post: fandoms that I currently follow precious people and random things, even some os resources do you have other blogs: no  do you get asks regularly: i’m alne in this world why did you choose your username: it’s a character’s name in asassin’s creed, I kinda relate with him gender: sloth hogwarts house: gryffindor! pokemon team: if pokemon go, well I think i was in the red team idk for sure   favourite colour: blue! average hours of sleep: i try to sleep at least for seven hrs  lucky number(s): slevin lol I don’t believe in this things favourite characters: omg we could not end this, top 5 from tv shows/movies/books? not in order of preference, just randomly: robb stark (got), james keziah delany (taboo), ragnar lothbrok (vikings), harvey specter (suits), cesare borgia (the borgias) maximus X meridius (gladiator), jay gatsby (the great gatsby) -also in the book!- the joker (tdk), indiana jones, pocahontas rhage (black dagger brotherhood), robert langdon, dorian gray, plus jay gatsby I only completely loved them, I’ll add ezio auditore from assassin’s creed how many blankets do you sleep with: one, my goose down blanket dream job: payed to travel the world following: 169

I’m tagging who I want because Fuccc the rules @thelandofthesun @esteljune @monteriggioni @buckyward @aquiladafirenze @adryannaa @liketheshewolf @skywlkrr @peetaellark @farous

ps sorry if some words are wrong written but eng in not my first language 

see ya 

just to let you know I finished at 8.30pm

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[mattsprimebitsandbobs-blog]

Frederich Shaken pt1

Frederich woke. He did not recall falling asleep, nor having any dreams. He did, however, remember the events of the previous day, and we wasn’t foolish enough to even hope they were a dream. They couldn’t be, especially considering we woke in a strange house. The voices in the next room indicated Belgium as his location. Even though he knew this was no dream, none of it felt real. He felt as though he was moving through soup, and the sounds seemed to echo through a tin can. Stretching his arms sent a shock of pain through his shoulder. Briefly, the movements and sounds of the world returned to their normal states. The Belgians in the next room were discussing breakfast for their guests, while one of their number, a young voice, tried to steer the conversation to a coming battle in France. For that brief moment, the world felt normal, relatively speaking. He heard no mentions of strange sounds or rifts in space. Then, the world returned to soupy movement and tinny sound.

Why were there rifts in space? Furthermore, what were the rifts in space? The couldn’t just be perception, as his watch read the passage of only a few minutes, when he’d had the presence of mind to look at it. One minute in Munich, the next in a forest in Belgium. Honestly, a rift in space, connecting two points, was the only explanation he could come up with. Asking Dr. Petra might prove fruitful, provided he could get back to the university. The explanation, likely couched in hypothesis, might even make an amount of sense. Or it might not, nor would it change the events of the previous evening.

He looked around him. His scenery had changed, to a table were people were quietly eating. Sound had reduced to a low murmur. Enough light was let into this room that he was able to determine that his vision was blurry. A murmur happened close to him. Was it directed at him? He wasn’t sure, so he shook his head. That murmur stopped and the air pressure around him reduced. Of the blurry faces at the table, more than half were unfamiliar. The remaining two were the German doctor and foreign soldier he’d met last evening. Was the soldier French or Belgian? Frederich couldn’t remember.  He did remember that a third person was missing. Swallowed in a rift, he supposed. Who knew if he’d be seen again by them or anyone else.

Movement to his left grabbed his attention. One of the unfamiliar faces lowered his gaze, allowing shadows to fill in his eyes. Frederich grew cold, as another memory from the previous day presented itself. Darkened eyes and a hollowed skull.

Usul. That was the name of the one who disappeared. Was he dead or just gone? The sound of melodic grinding metal echoed in his mind, which faded into the dulled sounds of the world and resolved into a beautiful melody unlike anything he'd heard before. "He's back," he muttered, unsure of the thought's origin. No one seemed to notice, as everyone around him stood an lurched forward toward something on the ground on the opposite side of the table.

#horror #TTRPG #character stuff

[thetruthseekerway]

Imam Ash-Shafi`i: The Grand Jurist for the Sunnah

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Imam Ash-Shafi`i: The Grand Jurist for the Sunnah

By Truth Seeker Staff

Imam Ash-Shafi`i: The Grand Jurist for the Sunnah

Everything was placid in the large valley except for the voice of a two-year-old child who was weeping. His mother embraced him, took him close to her chest, and patted his shoulders with tenderness and compassion. The youngster quickly went into sleep as his mother stared at the far horizon saying in a low weakened voice:

“May Allah have mercy on your soul: father of Muhammad (her husband); you took us with you from Makkah to Gaza in search of our daily bread and good life, yet you died and were buried here. Here am I on my way to Makkah again to have your son raised among his tribe and clan ‘Banu Al-Muttalib’.”

The poor mother went into a bitter fit of weeping and crying as she remembered those few years, she had spent in Palestine with her beloved husband, who was the best husband, brother, and friend for her. However, the happy and beautiful days passed as quickly as clouds, or as a short but pretty dream.

In the honourable Makkah, the mother lived with her child in the protection of her husband’s family. She raised her son by giving him a good education and instructions, flowing on him her love and compassion, so the youngster grew up with a well-balanced psyche, a peaceful nature, and great ethics. The virtuous mother took on her shoulders the responsibility of teaching her son the Quran, reading, and writing so that he may be well acquired with both religious and other fundamental knowledge.

Thus, she sent her son to one of the small elementary schools despite her poverty and inability to save the instructor’s wage. Yet, Muhammad went to his first day at school almost unable to walk properly, and when the instructor saw Muhammad, he sort of belittled him and told him:

“O my son, just sit next to me and listen carefully to your elders so that you may get used to reading and memorization.”

However, the young Muhammad Ibn Idris Ash-Shafi`i (may Allah have mercy upon him) was glittering with intelligence and ingenuity. He used to incredibly quickly learn by heart whatever he heard from what the teacher dictated to his students. Every single day in the small school, his knowledge increased along with his enthusiasm to learn more. His teacher then loved him more and actively pushed him forward. The youngster naturally became more and more distinguished, until his teacher told him one day,

“My son, you are highly smart and intelligent to the extent that I hardly make any effort with you that is worth any wage. All I need from you is to teach on my behalf when I am not present.”

The youngster rushed happily to his mother to tell her the happy news that she would not have to pay any more for the teacher. The virtuous mother was glad for her son’s excellence and encouraged him even more to study. This led him to embark actively on the completion of learning the Quran by heart which he finally completed when he was only seven years old.

Being in great happiness for her son’s completion of the memorization of the Quran in that fast manner, she started thinking about how could she best direct this smart child towards more excellence. She sent him to attend the lessons given around the Sacred Mosque of Makkah. The boy started to listen to prominent scholars; and as he did not have the price for papers on which to write what he listened to, he used parchment, palm tree leaves, and camel shoulder bones.

During this early period of his quest for knowledge, Imam Ash-Shafi`i (may Allah have mercy upon him) intelligently realized the importance of the learning the classical Arabic language from its pure sources, in order to understand the Quran and the Sunnah, (the Prophet Muhammad’s (may Allah exalt his mention) sayings, acts, and approvals) in the best possible way. He went to the Huthayl tribe, which was among the most eloquent Arab tribes, and stayed with them for long years in which he learned their eloquence, memorized their poems, studied the biographies of Arabs from the pre-Islamic era as well as the Islamic era, and learned the skill of knighthood and archery. He eventually became a brave unrivalled knight and a skillful archer who rarely missed his target.

As years passed, Imam Ash-Shafi`i (may Allah have mercy upon him) returned to his beloved hometown Makkah. No sooner had he quenched his longings to his mother, he continued his quest for knowledge enthusiastically. He headed for the Grand Mufti (Religious Jurist) of Makkah, the Sacred Mosque, Muslim Ibn Khalid Az-Zinji who became the first teacher for him in Fiqh (Islamic Jurisprudence). He also started studying Hadith under the supervision of Sufyan Ibn ‘Uyaynah, the narrator of the Sacred Mosque.

In a short time, Imam Ash-Shafi`i (may Allah have mercy upon him) rose to prominence as an excellent Islamic scholar. His mentor, Muslim Ibn Khalid gave him permission to answer the religious enquiries when Imam Ash-Shafi`i was only fifteen. He told him proudly,

“O, Muhammad! Give fatwa and answer the questions of people. By Allah! Now it is opportune for you to give fatwa.”

His other mentor, Sufyan Ibn ‘Uyaynah, used to refer enquirers to him while he turned towards him and pointed, “ask this boy.”

While still studying in Makkah, Imam Ash-Shafi`i (may Allah have mercy upon him) heard of the renowned scholar of Madinah, Imam Malik Ibn Anas (may Allah be pleased with him). He wanted to become a student of Imam Malik (may Allah have mercy upon him) yet he saw with his sharp intellect that he should not go to him unprepared and void. He memorized Malik’s famous book “Al Muwatta” in only nine days. After that, he went off to see Imam Malik (may Allah have mercy upon him) in his house in Madinah. Imam Ash-Shafi`i (may Allah have mercy upon him) spoke eloquently and politely with the Imam and told him that he wished to become his student. The Imam looked at the boy for a long time as the boy was telling his story of how he sought knowledge so far. The Imam had an astonishing physiognomy and a penetrating insight; he told him:

“My son! By the Will of Allah, you will have a great future. Tomorrow, come to me and bring with you someone who could read the Muwatta’ well as I fear you would not be able to read it by yourself.”

Imam Ash-Shafi`i (may Allah have mercy upon him) responded with the same politeness,

“Imam, I will read it myself from memory without a book.”

Imam Ash-Shafi`i (may Allah have mercy upon him) remained in the company of Imam Malik (may Allah have mercy upon him) for a long time. The Imam loved him a lot, and in 179 A.H after Imam Malik passed away, Imam Ash-Shafi`i (may Allah have mercy upon him) returned to Makkah from Madinah equipped with a great load of knowledge which had influenced his life. In Makkah, he was wedded to Hamidah Bint Nafi’, a granddaughter of Caliph ‘Uthman Ibn ‘Afan (may Allah be pleased with him) and had two sons and a daughter from her.

In the courtyard of the well of Zamzam and next to Prophet Ibrahim’s Maqam (the stone on which he stepped up to put the bricks in the Ka’bah), Imam Ash-Shafi`i (may Allah have mercy upon them) sat down to teach people and around him many students were gathered from everywhere. His circle became very prominent in the Sacred Mosque of Makkah and even became well known outside Makkah until it reached Iraq. Abdur-Rahman Ibn Mahdi, one of the scholars of Iraq sent him a letter requesting that he authors a book on the evidences of legislation from the Quran, Sunnah and the consensus of the religious scholars, as well as other issues upon which the science of Fiqh (Islamic Jurisprudence) is built. Imam Ash-Shafi`i (may Allah have mercy upon him) wrote the book and named it Ar-Risalah (The Treatise) which became the first book that founded what came to be called: ‘Ilm Usul Al-Fiqh (The science of the sources of Islamic Jurisprudence), of which Imam Ash-Shafi`i (may Allah have mercy upon him) was the organizer, classifier, and the inventor of its issues.

In 195 A.H the Imam Ash-Shafi`i (may Allah have mercy upon him) travelled to Baghdad for the second time and continued to teach there for two years. Many studied under his supervision including Imam Ahmad Ibn Hanbal (may Allah have mercy upon him) who later said,

“Had it not been for Imam Ash-Shafi`i (may Allah have mercy upon him) we would not have known the understanding of Hadith.”

Before he left Iraq, he had finished writing his large book Al Hujjah (the Proof), in which he put down the essence of his new school of jurisprudence.

In 199 A.H, the Imam went to Egypt where he started to spread his knowledge between the Egyptians who loved him very much. More students came to him from all over the world. Towards the end of his life, the Imam became very sick. This illness continued with him for four years yet it did not stop him from teaching or lecturing. When he came back to his house after teaching, he used to force himself to ignore the pains of the sickness and get absorbed in writing, and editing and proofreading the book of Hujjah which he wrote in Iraq. After completed the proofreading and editing work, he renamed the book’s name as Al-Umm (The Mother).

The Imam remained to follow his daily routine until illness forced him to retire and stop teaching. His students used to visit him to console him in his sickness. One day one of his students entered his room and asked him:

“How do you feel this morning O Imam?”

Ash-Shafi`i (may Allah have mercy upon him) answered:

“I feel that I am travelling away from this world, away from the brothers, drinking from the cup of death, and approaching Allah the Glorious. By Allah, I do not know if my soul will go to heaven so that I may congratulate it, or to hell so that I may lament.”

He then went into crying. On a Friday, the last day of Rajab in the year 204 A.H, his pure soul went up to its Provider and Caretaker. He was buried in the cemetery of Qurashiyyin amidst the cemeteries of Banu Al-Hakam in Egypt. May Allah bless the Imam’s soul and admit him into his wide paradises.

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Adapted with editorial modifications from www.islamweb.net.

  Read Also:

Life of Imam Ibn Al-Qayyim

Imam Malik ibn Anas

Imam Al-Hasan Al-Basri

Al-Laith Ibn Sa`d: Imam of the Egyptians

The Story of Sibawayh: The Imam of Grammarians

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