#Riya Hamid

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spilled lemonade

I like putting on other people’s glasses, jackets

wrinkling other people’s sheets

like when someone close scoops something warm

into your mouth and asks

if it needs more sugar, more salt and you say no,

it’s just perfect

I am less without the fuzzy laughter of strangers

seeping in from outside the sound of stumbling

heels, loose syllables

on day 21 I plopped down on a feral patch of grass

on maybachufer where

the sun turned around to face me— a relic of

what it’s like to be seen bare this way

touched this way a newborn’s fingertips or

soft lips curled mute on your

neck, mid-hug

the things we take for granted-- health, traffic signals

or how

every tree I pass on the walk home is

sucking in light from a star nesting lifetimes

away, turning it into sugar so that we can

be can soon touch again,

hold onto one another

like spilled lemonade

— Riya Hamid

#riya hamid #poetry #berlin #vogue germany #Poet

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#brown content #brown creatives #brown women #riya hamid #my upload #fit inspo

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The Room II - Riya Hamid

#The Room II #Riya Hamid #art

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riya hamid

#riya hamid #instagram

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Riya Hamid, Bangladesh Selfies US (c. 2016) [Source]

Vogue says:

During these perilous times, when executive orders threaten human and civil rights, it seems almost improbable to call a selfie an active political intervention. Isn’t a snapshot from any number of the massive nationwide protests a more moving and selfless visual of resistance?

But for Riya Hamid, a Brooklyn-based poet who hails from Chittagong, Bangladesh, social media visibility is, in fact, a significant way to combat massive misconceptions and stereotypes around her Muslim faith. Growing up dressed by her mother, Hamid began defining her personal style in her teens and challenging cultural double standards, gaining the confidence to become the outspoken Muslim woman she is today. It’s why her posting a striking self-portrait recently isn’t frivolous, but rather, as she explained, an embrace of her cultural identity as a woman of color and a defiant challenge to being made to feel “other.” Joining a robust community of young black and brown women online, Hamid is focused more than ever about controlling the images she sees and the image she disseminates of herself to the world. Her investment in her visual presentation helps articulate a Muslim woman’s varying tastes, interests, passions, and experiences during a time when society so often wants to circumscribe them.

Here, she tells us how she learned to mix her heritage, grunge music, and a love for thrifting to create her distinct and stunning personal style.

Here’s her Instagram!

#Riya Hamid #bangladesh #woman artist #photography #2010s #usa #asian american

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Choices Masterlist I

Please be aware of warnings and tags on individual fics before reading. Some contain tw and cw and others are nsft. Be responsible for your space and well being please.

Complete Masterlist here.

Fics are divided by book and then character and beneath each character are listed oldest to newest. Second masterlist with newer fics can be found here.

Random/Multiple Pairing Drabbles

Four Birthday Drabbles for @storyofmychoices

Drabble & Drabbles

Drabble (Bryce Lahela x Olivia Nevrakis)

Blades of Light and Shadow Masterlist

A Courtesan of Rome

The Greatest Gift (Arin x Syphax)

Crimes of Passion

Trystan Thorne

Wine We Drink (Trystan x Gabriel)

To Be (Trystan x Gabriel)

Plus One (Trystan x Gabriel)

You Have No Idea (Trystan x Gabriel)

Awkward (Trystan x Gabriel)

Right (Trystan x Gabriel)

Others

Fishing Expedition (Gabriel & Olivia)

Desire and Decorum

Prince Hamid

Cupcakes (Hamid x Daphne) for @lorirwritesfanfic

Drabble (Hamid x Daphne) for @lorirwritesfanfic

Drabble (Ernest x Hayley) for @missameliep

Distant Shores

Edward Mortemer

Tall Tales (Edward x William & children)

Good Morning, Captain (Edward x William)

Future Meet Past (Edward x William)

Just A Day (Edward x William)

Maggie

Thank Ye, Good Sir (Maggie & William)

Charlie Smith

Hullo, Love (Charlie x Vimala) for Sam

Oliver Cochrane

Lieutenant’s Scar (Edward x Oliver)

And She… (Oliver x Monika) for @hopevampire

The Elementalists

Beckett Harrington

Study Session (Beckett x Eli)

Griffin Langley

Drabble (Griffin x Eli)

Foreign Affairs

Tatum Mendoza

As You Wish (Tatum x Aubrey)

Scrapbook (Tatum x Aubrey)

Hero

Understanding (Grayson x Breccan)

Home for the Holidays

Nick Perelta

Snowman (Nick x Scarlet)

Mother of the Year

Levi Schuler

Not Much (Levi x Laura and Lily) for @storyofmychoices

Thomas Mendez

Breakfast (Thomas x mc & girls) for @clanlahela

The Nanny Affair

Sam Dalton

Dinner Time (Sam x Emma & boys) for @peonierose

Tell All POV (Sam x Emma) for @peonierose

Nightbound

King Cake (Nik x Alex) for @ladylamrian

Home (Cal x Vera x Mariposa)

Cereal (Nik x Mariposa)

Open Heart

Dr. Ethan Ramsey

Ethan x Merida

NICU POVs (Ethan x Merida)

Dog Days of Summer (Ethan x Merida)

Drabble (Ethan x mc) for @laniqueloves

#46 ( Ethan x mc)

Mixed Signals (Ethan x Merida)

Sunset (Ethan x Ellie) for @storyofmychoices

Dr. Bryce Lahela

Birthday Cake (Sienna, Bryce, and Merida) for @storyofmychoices

Moments Like These (Bryce x Lizzy)

To Be (Bryce x Olivia & Merida & gang) for @storyofmychoices

Anywhere’s A Dance Floor (Byrce x Merida)

Others

Our Story Part I, Part II (Bryce x Harper)

Red Carpet Diaries

Thomas Hunt

Margarita Man (Thomas x Ava)

How to Kiss (Thomas x Stephanie) for @hopelessromantic1352

Dragons (Thomas x Alex & Vincent & Felicity) for @storyofmychoices

The Metro (Thomas x Alex) for @storyofmychoices​

Tea (Thomas x Ava)

Early Morning Sounds (Thomas x Alex & twins) for @storyofmychoices

Others

Milk and Cookies (Chadley & Gloria)

Ride Or Die

Colt Kaneko

Punishment (Colt x Ellie)

Not To Be (Freya x Colt) for @nessverse

Usual Weapon (Colt x Ellie) for @nessverse

Wanna Bet (Colt x Ellie)

Opposites (Colt x mc)

Jealous Love (Colt x mc)

I’ll Drive (colt x mc)

Take Out’s Here (Colt x mc)

Poisoned Memories - Colt x mc

Charmed Polaris - Colt x mc

Empty Apartment - Colt x mc

I Know - Colt x mc

#17 - Colt x mc

Logan

Delicious Fun (Freya x Logan) for @nessverse

Logan x mc

Games (Logan x Freya) for @nessverse

Fates - Logan x mc

Charmed Meteor (Logan x mc)

4 Yrs. 2 Mo. 5 D. 16 Hrs. 23 Min. (Logan x mc)

Love Letter (Logan x mc)

Logan x Colt

Sweeter Things (Logan x Colt)

#18 (Logan x Colt)

Mona

Time Immortal (Mona x mc)

Charmed Heartbeats (Mona x mc)

Home (Mona x mc)

Messy Hair (Mona x mc)

Others

Peter Parker (gang)

Prom Dress (Riya & mc)

The Royal [Everything]

Gang

Ice Cream Sandwich Competition (TRR gang)

Kayden Vescovi

Kayden by @molliartsie

Olivia Nevrakis

Whiskey (Olivia)

New York (Olivia x Amalas)

“Liam” Rys

#32 (Liam x mc)

Pi Day (Liam x Riley)

Others

Love & Hate (Liam x Riley & Drake x Riley) for @moodmusicmonday

Veil of Secret

Grant Emmerson

Candy Store (Grant x Cian)

Dessert (Grant x Cian) for VoSAW

Flynn O’Malley

Ocean Stroll (Flynn x Cian)

Lucky (Flynn x Cian)

Kate O’Malley

Forever (Kate x Cian)

Naomi Silverhawk

#1 (Naomi x mc)

Cozy (Naomi x Cian)

#playchoices #masterlist #my masterlist #up to date

[anaaalfaqeerahilarabbi]

BETAPA RUGINYA ORANG YANG TAK MAHU BERSHALAWAT

_Ada kisah seorang wanita yang masuk surga tanpa ditanyai malaikat Munkar Nankir karna ia banyak bersholawat. Dan masih banyak lagi keutamaan bersholawat kepada Baginda Nabi Muhammad Shallallahu 'Alaihi Wasallam._

_*DAHSYATNYA SHOLAWAT ITU*_

Rasulullah ﺻﻠﻰ ﺍﻟﻠﻪ ﻋﻠﻴﻪ ﻭﺳﻠﻢ bersabda, "Orang yg paling banyak mendapat perhatianku pada hari kiamat ialah orang yang paling banyak SHOLAWATnya untukku."

_*1. HABIB MUNDZIR AL MUSAWA*_

_"Tdk ada amalan yg cepat mendatangkan mahabbah/rasa cinta kepada Nabi Muhammad ﺻﻠﻰ ﺍﻟﻠﻪ ﻋﻠﻴﻪ ﻭﺳﻠﻢ . kecuali SHOLAWAT._

_*2. HABIB UMAR BIN HAFIDZ*_

_"Sesungguhnya hati yg tdk rindu berjumpa dgn Nabi Muhammad ﺻﻠﻰ ﺍﻟﻠﻪ ﻋﻠﻴﻪ ﻭﺳﻠﻢ . dan tdk tergugah untuk bersholawat kepada Nabi Muhammad ﺻﻠﻰ ﺍﻟﻠﻪ ﻋﻠﻴﻪ ﻭﺳﻠﻢ , itu pasti hati yg terputus dari hakikat keimanan kepada Nabi Muhammad dan hakikat iman kepada Tuhannya Nabi Muhammad."_

_"Orang yg menyebar sholawat diantara umat manusia (mengingatkan orang untuk bersholawat kepada Rasulullah), ia akan menjadi orang yg paling dekat dgn Rasulullah."_

_*3. ABUYA AS SAYYID MUHAMMAD AL MALIKI*_

_"Kunci segala rahasia adalah bersumber pada bacaan sholawat kepada Rasulullah."_

_*4. HABIB TAUFIQ BIN ABDUL QADIR ASSEGAF*_

_"Sholawat itu tdk perlu guru, dan tdk dibatalkan oleh riya. Lebih bagus lagi kalau ikhlas dan dgn rasa cinta kepada Rasulullah. Itulah hebatnya sholawat kepada beliau."_

_*5. HABIB KADZIM BIN JA'FAR ASSEGAF*_

_"Janganlah kalian tidur sehingga kalian bersholawat paling kurang 20x, dan jika seseorang tidur tanpa bersholawat, maka ia adalah manusia yg rugi karena menjadi jauh dari Rasulullah."_

_*6. HABIB NOVAL AL BHAKHAITS BA'ALAWY*_

_"Sholawat itu melembutkan hati."_

_*7. HABIB SYECH BIN ABDUL QODIR ASSEGAF*_

_"Manusia kini banyak masalah didalam hati, dgn bersholawat masalah itu akan hilang."_

_*8. KH.M.ZAINI ABDUL GHANI* (Guru Sekumpul)_

_"Hidup di akhir zaman ini, jalan menuju Allah yg selamat adalah dgn memperbanyak sholawat."_

_*9. HABIB AHMAD MASYHUR BIN THOHA AL HADDAD* (Guru Habib Umar Bin Hafidz)_

_"Jika seseorang menggabungkan antara sholawat pada Rasulullah dan_ _istighfar pada Allah, maka ia akan dijamin aman."_

_*10. KH.ABDUL HAMID*_

_"Perbanyaklah istighfar dan sholawat untuk memenuhi hajat kalian."_

*ﺍﻟﻠَّﻬُﻢَّ ﺻَﻞِّ ﻋَﻠَﻰ ﺳَﻴِّﺪِﻧَﺎ ﻣُﺤَﻤَّﺪٍ ﻭَﻋَﻠَﻰ ﺁﻝِ ﺳَﻴِّﺪِﻧَﺎ ﻣُﺤَﻤَّﺪ ﻭَﺳَﻠِّﻢْ ﺗَﺴْﻠِﻴﻤﺎ*

#maribershalawat #shalawattandacinta #syafaatrasulullah #sollualannabiy

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Kesyirikan yang Luput disadari.

Kesyirikan barangkali bukan hanya menyoal pergi ke dukun, membaca ramalan bintang dsb.

Namun, ada hal yang sering luput disadari yang juga termasuk syirik kecil yaitu pengagungan terhadap makhluk.

“Demi Allah.” (HAQ) “Demi Rasulullah.” (BATHIL)

Diriwayatkan dari Anas radhiyallahu ‘anhu ada seseorang yang mengatakan, “Wahai Rasulullah, wahai orang yang paling baik di antara kita dan putra orang yang paling baik di antara kita, wahai tuan kita dan putra tuan kita!”

Maka, ketika itu, bersabdalah beliau, “Wahai sekalian manusia! Ucapkanlah kata-kata yang wajar saja bagi kamu sekalian dan janganlah sekali-kali kamu sekalian terbujuk oleh setan. Aku adalah Muhammad, hamba Allah dan utusan-Nya. Aku tidak senang kamu sekalian mengangkatku melebihi kedudukanku yang telah diberikan kepadaku oleh Allah Subhanahu Wata’ala.” (HR. An-Nasa’i dengan sanad jayyid)

“Alhamdulillah (HAQ), kalau dokternya datang terlambat tadi, umi saya pasti tidak tertolong.” (SYIRIK)

“Anaknya cantik Bun.” “Alhamdulillah (HAQ), siapa dulu atuh ibunya.” (SYIRIK)

“Masakannya enak teh.” “Alhamdulillah (HAQ), ini teh gara-gara yang bumbuinnya pas.” (SYIRIK)

Disebut SYIRIK karena lisan menyebut 2 nama yaitu (1) Allah Subhanahu Wata’ala (Pencipta) dan (1) makhluk.

Alhamdulillah, yang artinya: “Segala puji bagi Allah.” disandingkan dengan makhluk di mana (((SEHARUSNYA))) alhamdulillah, disandingkan dengan nama, sifat dan perbuatan Allah Subhanahu Wata’ala maka setara.

“Alhamdulillah, umi saya tertolong karena Allah, Al-Ghalib (Berkuasa Terhadap Segala Urusan dan An-Nashir (Yang Maha Penolong) atau Alhamdulillah, umi saya sembuh karena Allah, Asy-Syafi (Maha Menyembuhkan).”

“Anaknya cantik Bun.” “Alhamdulillah, karena Allah, Al-Jamil (Yang Mahaindah).”

“Masakannya enak teh.” “Alhamdulillah, karena Allah, Al-Hasib (Yang Memberi Kecukupan Dengan Kadar Yang Tepat).”

Pentingnya menyelami samudra makna Asma’ul Husna.

“Dan Allah memiliki Asma’ul Husna (nama-nama yang terbaik), maka bermohonlah kepada-Nya dengan menyebutnya Asma’ul Husna itu dan tinggalkanlah orang-orang yang menyalahartikan nama-nama-Nya. Mereka kelak akan mendapat balasan terhadap apa yang telah mereka kerjakan.” (QS. Al-A’raf: 180)

Apabila mengenal Allah, Al-Bashir (Yang Maha Melihat) maka seseorang akan takut berbuat maksiat (menutup aurat, takut pacaran, dsb).

Apabila mengenal Allah, Al-Qadir, Al-Qadir, Al-Muqtadir (Yang Mahakuasa) maka seseorang akan sabar, syukur dan rida dengan takdir Allah Subhanahu Wata’ala, rida dengan pengaturan Ar-Rabb (Pencipta, Raja Dan Pengatur Alam Semesta) karena sadar bahwa hidup ini ada yang mengatur dan pengaturan Allah Subhanahu Wata’ala adalah bagian dari sifat Ar-Rahman (Yang Maha Pengasih, Maha Pemurah) dan Ar-Rahim (Yang Maha Penyayang).

Apabila mengenal Allah, Al-Malik (Raja, Penguasa Alam Semesta) maka seseorang akan takut dan malu untuk sombong sebab semua milik Allah, Al-Malik.

Apabila mengenal Allah, Al-Hamid (Yang Maha Terpuji) maka seseorang akan takut dan malu mengharapkan pujian dari orang lain.

Apabila yang seseorang katakan tanpa tauhid maka kemungkinannya akan keluar perkataan syirik, banyak pengagungan terhadap benda atau makhluk tanpa dirinya sadari.

Apabila fikih ibadah tanpa iman dan takwa maka kemungkinan akan timbul riya’, sumah, ujub dan hal tersebut juga termasuk bentuk kesyirikan. Lantas, apa hasilnya ibadah yang dilakukan jika sehari-harinya masih sering menyekutukan Allah Subhanahu Wata’ala? Astaghfirullahaladzim.

Setiap individu wajib mengkaji rububiyah (perbuatan Allah Subhanahu Wata’ala yang mencakup penciptaan, penguasaan, pengelolaan dan pengaturan) sehingga dirinya selalu mengingat Allah Subhanahu Wata’ala ketika melihat apa pun yang terjadi di hadapannya dan meyakini bahwa itu adalah kuasa Allah Subhanahu Wata’ala, bukan kebetulan.

Hanya dengan mempelajari tauhid melalui cara tadabur ayat-ayat tentang nama, sifat, dan perbuatan Allah Subhanahu Wata’ala maka seseorang akan benar-benar ingat, yakin, rida, sabar, syukur dan giat beramal saleh karena ingin dekat dengan Allah Subhanahu Wata’ala dan takut jika berbuat maksiat.

Dengan mempelajari tauhid maka dapat membersihkan hati dan lisan dari kesyirikan besar dan kecil.

“Orang-orang yang beriman dan tidak mencampuradukkan iman mereka dengan syirik, mereka itulah orang-orang yang mendapat rasa aman dan mereka mendapat petunjuk.” (QS. Al-An’am: 82)

Disadur dari postingan Angella Fransisca dengan penambahan dari Kitab Tauhid (Syaikh Muhammad at-Tamimi - Darul Haq) dan Ensiklopedi Asma'ul Husna (Syaikh Abdur Razzaq bin Abdul Muhsin Al-Badr - Pustaka Imam Asy-Syafi'i).

Wallahu waliyyut taufiq.

[syarifahkhoirunnisa]

Dahsyatnya sholawat

بسم اللّه الرّحمن الرّحيم

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Orang yang berdzikir belum tentu bersholawat tetapi orang yang bersholawat sudah pasti berdzikir.

Orang yang berdoa belum tentu bersholawat

tetapi orang yang bersholawat sudah pasti berdoa

Orang yang bersyukur belum tentu bersholawat,,tetapi orang yang bersholawat sudah pasti bersyukur

عملا بالحديث القدسي وهو قوله تعالى عبدي لم تشكرني إذا لم تشكر من أجريت النعمة على يديه ولا شك أنه صلى الله عليه وسلم الواسطة العظمى لنا في كل نعمة بل هو أصل الإيجاد لكل مخلوق آدم وغيره

Artinya, “…Karena mengamalkan hadits qudsi, yaitu firman Allah SWT, ‘Hamba-Ku, kau belum bersyukur kepada-Ku bila kau belum berterima kasih kepada orang (Nabi Muhammad SAW) yang Kulimpahkan nikmat padanya.’ Tidak diragukan lagi bahwa Nabi Muhammad SAW adalah perantara agung bagi kita dalam segala nikmat Allah, bahkan Nabi Muhammad SAW adalah asal penciptaan segenap makhluk, Nabi Adam AS dan lainnya,” (Lihat Syekh M Nawawi , Banten, Kasyifatus saja [Indonesia, Darul Ihyai Kutubil Arabiyyah], halaman 4).

dalam kitab Is’adur Rafiq, syarh kitab Sulam at-taufiq :

ولا شيء أنفع منها لتنوير القلوب، واختصت من بين الأفكار بأنها تذهب حرارة الطباع

“Tidak ada sesuatu yang lebih manfaat untuk menerangi hati daripada shalawat. Shalawat mengkhususkan di antara pikiran-pikiran karena sesungguhnya shalawat dapat menghilangkan panasnya watak (karakter jelek).”

*1. HABIB MUNDZIR AL MUSAWA*

"Tdk ada amalan yg cepat mendatangkan mahabbah/rasa cinta kepada Nabi Muhammad ﺻﻠﻰ ﺍﻟﻠﻪ ﻋﻠﻴﻪ ﻭﺳﻠﻢ . kecuali SHOLAWAT.

*2. HABIB UMAR BIN HAFIDZ*

"Sesungguhnya hati yg tdk rindu berjumpa dgn Nabi Muhammad ﺻﻠﻰ ﺍﻟﻠﻪ ﻋﻠﻴﻪ ﻭﺳﻠﻢ . dan tdk tergugah untuk bersholawat kepada Nabi Muhammad ﺻﻠﻰ ﺍﻟﻠﻪ ﻋﻠﻴﻪ ﻭﺳﻠﻢ , itu pasti hati yg terputus dari hakikat keimanan kepada Nabi Muhammad dan hakikat iman kepada Tuhannya Nabi Muhammad."

"Orang yg menyebar sholawat diantara umat manusia (mengingatkan orang untuk bersholawat kepada Rasulullah), ia akan menjadi orang yg paling dekat dgn Rasulullah."

*3. ABUYA AS SAYYID MUHAMMAD AL MALIKI*

"Kunci segala rahasia adalah bersumber pada bacaan sholawat kepada Rasulullah."

*4. HABIB TAUFIQ BIN ABDUL QADIR ASSEGAF*

"Sholawat itu tdk perlu guru, dan tdk dibatalkan oleh riya. Lebih bagus lagi kalau ikhlas dan dgn rasa cinta kepada Rasulullah. Itulah hebatnya sholawat kepada beliau."

*5. HABIB KADZIM BIN JA'FAR ASSEGAF*

"Janganlah kalian tidur sehingga kalian bersholawat paling kurang 20X, dan jika seseorang tidur tanpa bersholawat, maka ia adalah manusia yg rugi karena menjadi jauh dari Rasulullah."

*6. HABIB NOVAL AL BHAKHAITS BA'ALAWY*

"Sholawat itu melembutkan hati."

*7. HABIB SYECH BIN ABDUL QODIR ASSEGAF*

"Manusia kini banyak masalah didalam hati, dgn bersholawat masalah itu akan hilang."

*8. KH.M.ZAINI ABDUL GHANI* (Guru Sekumpul)

"Hidup di akhir zaman ini, jalan menuju Allah yg selamat adalah dgn memperbanyak sholawat."

*9. HABIB AHMAD MASYHUR BIN THOHA AL HADDAD* (Guru Habib Umar Bin Hafidz)

"Jika seseorang menggabungkan antara sholawat pada Rasulullah dan istighfar pada Allah, maka ia akan dijamin aman."

*10. KH.ABDUL HAMID/PASURUAN*

"Perbanyaklah istighfar dan sholawat untuk memenuhi hajat kalian."

*11. HABIB LUTHFI BIN ALI BIN HASYIM BIN UMAR BIN YAHYA*

"Allah memerintahkan sholat,,zakat,,puasa,,haji belum tentu Allah juga ikut melakukan sholat,,zakat,,puasa,,haji tetapi Allah memerintahkan bersholawat. maka Allah juga bersholawat kepada Rasulullah saw. Senakal-nakalnya anak bila dikirimi sholawat 300 kali setiap hari,,suatu saat anak itu akan sembuh dari nakalnya

* ﺍﻟﻠَّﻬُﻢَّ ﺻَﻞِّ ﻋَﻠَﻰ ﺳَﻴِّﺪِﻧَﺎ ﻣُﺤَﻤَّﺪٍ ﻭَﻋَﻠَﻰ ﺁﻝِ ﺳَﻴِّﺪِﻧَﺎ ﻣُﺤَﻤَّﺪ ﻭَﺳَﻠِّﻢْ ﺗَﺴْﻠِﻴﻤﺎ

(Berkat Guru2 & Rasulullah)

#reminder #muslimah #hijrah #motivasi #catatan #puisi #mimpi #islamic quotes #dakwah

[westfrosts]

Accidents and Proposals - Colt x MC

A/N: hey it’s wzkdj here from instagram, a.k.a Khadijah! ! y’all may recognise me from the previous fic Ifraah and I posted on this account ( Apple Pies )

side note: we agreed on Y/N / MC being too cringey and wattpad-y so we settled on a name for our MC: Zafira 

this fic is in the same universe as the previous one, Apple Pies :)

this came from the idea: MC vomiting on Colt LMAO, excuse how long it is and how extra the entire first half is hehe the word count is around 6100

also, we have a few cameos from our choices group, Justine, Ifraah, Mics and I, Khadijah all make our cameos with our faves bc i was feeling it and thought it would be funny lmaooo so be on the lookout for those :)

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  “Damn, I thought we were going to a five-star restaurant.” Riya almost whined, pouting as she sat down beside Darius opposite Zafira.

 “Sorry, Babe, but not everyone has Jonas Brothers’ type of money.” Darius said with a shrug. Zafira burst out laughing and lifted her hand for a high five. Darius grinned and slapped her hand right as a waitress came up to their table.

 “Hey guys, my name’s Justine!” she said enthusiastically, before she gestured to her name tag which had ‘Justine’ written on it. Zafira didn’t miss the bright jingling silver bracelet that had ‘BUCKET’ written in caps before a big red heart. “I’ll be your waitress for today. Here are your menus, don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything,” she said with a smile, “Oh, and I should let you know, we currently have the meal deal on the Grilled Chicken Sandwich if you happen to be interested in a free cookie by any chance…” she winked.

 The three of them gasped in unison as the waitress walked off to tend to another table and looked at each other. “Free cookie?!” Zafira said in amazement, as she watched Darius and Riya mirror her expression.

 “We have got to get that meal deal.” Darius practically demanded, with a slap of his fist on the table, none of them paying any attention to the three menus that jumped up and almost fell off.

 “I can’t believe we’re giving in so easily to capitalism.” Zafira said sadly, sighing in dismay. “Wendy’s 1, Karl Marx 0. I’m sorry, Marx, we have failed you.” Riya and Darius burst out laughing at her remark and eventually Zafira was guffawing along with them.

 …

 Soon enough, Justine was bringing out a tray with the orders on and Zafira couldn’t help but rub her hands together in excitement. “Chicken Sandwich, get in my belly! Y’all have no idea how long it’s been since I last ate a burger, my stomach can no longer recall the sweet taste of that seeded bun.” Zafira shook her head sadly as her eyes widened upon the tray placed down on their table.

 “Here are 3 Grilled Chicken Sandwiches with those free cookies I promised. Enjoy your meal, guys!” Justine said with a smile, laughing at the faces the three of them made.

 “Thank you!” They chorused, almost salivating at the sight in front of them. Justine grinned as she walked away and Zafira and Darius couldn’t dig into their burgers any faster.

 “Guys! Wait, I’ve gotta get a pic to put on my IG or Snap! Guys, c’mon, don’t finish the burgers already!” Riya exclaimed in a panic, shooing away their hands and pulling out her phone as fast as she could. Darius and Zafira exchanged glances and rolled their eyes before moving away from the table and crossing their arms in unison.

 Riya finally took the picture and settled back into her seat with a smile. “You can dig in now, guys, go on. Oh my gosh, it looks so good, look at those crinkle cut chips! Mmmm…” She murmured as she rubbed her hands together.

 “Finally!” Zafira groaned, before she quickly scooped up the burger and took a bite. Her eyes widened and rivalled Darius’ own expression of wonder.

 “Oh… My…” Darius whispered, and even Riya looked shocked, something they didn’t often see at a fast food restaurant.

 “This is…” Zafira mumbled, staring at her burger in amazement.

 “...Art.” Riya finished off. The three of them nodded in agreement before diving back into their meals.

 “Truly, no one does Grilled Sandwich like Wendy’s do.” Zafira said around a mouthful, “These chips! They’re so soft and potato-ey! I could eat these forever.” She moaned, washing everything down with a swig of her drink. She let out a loud, garbled burp and Darius and Riya looked up at her in surprise. They shared a funny look before they were once again roaring out in laughter. All of the customers around them looked at them weirdly and a girl sat at the far end of the outdoor eating area rolled her eyes. “High schoolers… just wait until you get into college, y’all won’t have much to laugh about then.” She shook her head, adjusting her headscarf and glasses before going back to using her laptop, labelled with an ‘Ifraah hearts Hayden Young’  sticker.

 By the time they were finished with their meals, Zafira sat with her hands on her belly and a weird feeling inside her stomach. “Guys, is it me or are you feeling a bit nauseous too? This burger has done a number on me,” she groaned, “What did they even put in there?”

 Darius and Riya sat back looking very content. “It must be you, that burger was…” Darius trailed off, kissing his fingers and throwing them in the air, “Simply beautiful!”

 “Yeah, who cares about five-star restaurants anymore?!” Riya stated passionately.

 …

 It was only half an hour later when the trio had finished revelling in the aftermath of the food and that sumptuous free cookie, that Zafira felt the first gurgle in her stomach. “Uh oh…” She trailed off, eyes widening as her hands reached for her stomach in slow motion.

 “What? What is it?” Riya asked, frowning at Zafira’s now sweaty face. “Are you OK? You look really hot…”

 Zafira shook her head, hands flying to her mouth as she got up and raced towards the entrance of the diner.

 “Zafira!” Darius called out after her. He exchanged a bewildered look with Riya. “What the heck?!”

 Inside the diner, the Mercy Park Crew felt a sudden breeze as a blurry figure that looked an awful lot like Zafira rushed past them. “The hell?” Mona said, perplexed. Toby and Ximena watched the figure dart into the ladies’ bathroom and glanced at each other before shrugging and going back to what they were doing. Mona realised that the person looked awfully familiar and even Logan and Colt looked after the figure in surprise.

 Zafira, however, paid no attention to her surroundings, and threw the closest stall door open before doubling over and emptying the contents of her stomach in a toilet. Damn, she thought, maybe Wendy’s really isn’t the one. Her stomach clenched once more before she was gripping each side of stall, desperate to not make any contact with the toilet bowl itself lest she contracted something even worse. The acid burned in her throat as sweat and tears rolled off her face. “Bloody… hell…” she coughed out, hastily pulling on the toilet roll to wipe her mouth, “I swear, if I vomit again, I’m gonna scre—” she dry heaved, slapping a hand over her mouth and squeezing her eyes shut. Zafira turned and leaned against the stall wall, breathing heavily. “I definitely have to sue these witches, what the hell did I eat?!” She grumbled.

 As she walked over to the sinks, she caught sight of her reflection and groaned. Her face was red with dried tear tracks and her hair looked like a complete mess, “Great!” she mumbled, before washing out her mouth and cupping water in her hands to throw over her face.

 Another lady came out of a stall further down and walked hesitantly towards the sinks. “Hey, are you, uh, OK? I heard someone retching their insides out…” She trailed off, as she began washing her hands, watching Zafira carefully in the mirror. Zafira couldn’t help but notice her large hoop earrings that had ‘Hamid’ written in the middle with a heart around the text.

 “And you can only assume it was me because of how I look?”

 The stranger gaped and blushed, looking down at their hands and scrubbing away furiously.

 Zafira laughed. “I’m just kidding, don’t worry. Yeah, it was me. That dumb Grilled Chicken Sandwich must’ve been made with poison or something,” she groused.

 “Oh no! Damn, maybe you should sue Wendy’s or something! Can I get you anything, though? A tissue, some water... a lawyer perhaps?” she added with a giggle, “I’m Mics.” She smiled, holding out her hand towards Zafira to shake. Zafira lifted her own hand towards hers but hesitated upon finding them both wet.

 She looked up at Mics, “Wet handshake?”

 “Wet handshake,” she confirmed, as they laughed.

 Meanwhile, in the main section of the diner, Darius and Riya were fretting over Zafira and trying to figure out what to do after rushing after her. “Should we call an ambulance?!” Riya asked, fumbling over her phone and hastily trying to put in her pass code.

 “No!” Darius exclaimed, throwing a hand over her phone screen, “...At least, not yet.”

 “OK, let’s… take her home? Give her water, a blanket, put her in front of the fireplace, warm her up, but with a cold towel on her head, Netflix in one hand, popcorn in the oth—” Riya began listing off rapidly, marking them off on her fingers.

 “I don’t think she needs all of that just yet, Babe. Let’s focus on making sure she’s alive first, and then take her home… Wait, how are we gonna take her home? We walked it here and probably didn’t bring enough money for a taxi or the bus home! Shit.” Darius groaned, rubbing his hands over his face beneath his glasses.

 “Those driving lessons would’ve come in real handy, huh?” Riya said sadly, “Hang on, is that Logan over there? We can just ask him, right? I mean, he’s pretty much in love with Zafira, he’d do anything to make sure she was OK, wouldn’t he?”

 Darius looked at his girlfriend weirdly, “Really? Like that wouldn’t be overstepping any boundaries at all?”

 Riya threw her hands up in defense, “Like all boundaries weren’t dropped when he showed up outside school for Zafira?” she countered, looking at him pointedly.

 “...Good point… weird and stalkerish point, but still…” Darius sighed, folding one arm and holding his chin with the other, scrutinising Logan.

 Ximena looked up in that moment and noticed the two facing their table, looking at Logan specifically. “Hey, Logan, are those your friends or just some… creepy kids?” She asked, jutting her chin towards the two, confused. Neither of them seemed to notice, too lost in their inner turmoil.

 Logan looked in their direction and frowned, “Those are… Zafira’s friends? What are they doing here?”

 Riya snapped out of her reverie and noticed the entire table now looking towards them. “Crap!” she hissed under her breath, before shoving Darius towards the crew.

 Darius made some incoherent noises in dispute but by the time he was done, he was in front of Logan with Riya’s hand firm on his back. He looked over his shoulder at her, widening his eyes with irritation while Riya gestured towards Logan with her eyes. Darius let out a long breath, pinching the bridge of his nose while turning towards the table. By then, they had all stopped eating and instead focused on the weird pair stood in front of them.

 “Hey, uh… Logan, Riya here, is… proposing...” Darius trailed off, trying to figure out which of his eyes to look into and instead focusing on a spot between them. There was a long silence while everyone stared at Darius, waiting for him to continue, including Riya who was watching him with the most bewildered look.

 “...Proposing? To Logan? That’s the funniest thing I’ve ever heard!” Colt broke the silence with a scoff, before he threw his head back, dissolving into laughter, “Who’d want to be with this loser, he’d probably smother you with his teen angst before you could get another word in!” He cackled, shaking his head while wiping at the corner of his eyes, “Damn, that was a good one, I haven’t laughed like that in a long while.”

 Mona pressed her lips together to avoid laughing herself and Toby and Ximena side-eyed one another before turning away with smirks on their face. Logan narrowed his eyes at each of them before turning to Colt, “Are you done yet?”

 Colt grinned cheekily, “By all means, go ahead.”

 Logan rolled his eyes, turning back to Darius, “Go on.”

 “Riya… wants-you-to-drive-Zafira-home-because-she’s-sick-and-probably-dying-in-the-bathroom-like-none-of-us-can-drive-and-you’re-just-sat-here-so-like-yeah-anyway-like-I-said-she’s-probably-dying-so-she-needs-to-go-home-you-know-to-get-better-and-recover-from-whatever-the-hell-just-happened-wouldn’t-you-rather-she-die-at-home-instead-of-in-a-Wendy’s-bathroom-like-c’mon-a-Wendy’s-bathroom-of-all-places-how-sad-like-wouldn’t-it-be-a-lot-nicer-if-she-died-at-home-or-something-not-that-I-want-her-to-die-but… yeah. So yeah.” Darius said as quickly as he could in one breath. He coughed into his fist and put his hands on his hips. “Right, my job here is done.” He stated with a nod of his head before turning around and marching resolutely into the ladies’ bathroom. Logan stared after him with his mouth agape, along with everyone else at the table. Riya stared at the swinging door of the bathroom before turning back towards Logan.

 Toby looked between the now still door of the bathroom and Riya, “Did he just walk into the—”

 “Ladies’ bathroom? Yeah.” Riya interrupted with a sheepish smile. “Sorry if we’re overstepping, but, like, we really wouldn’t be asking unless it was completely necessary, like, Zafira was literally about to die, like, you should’ve seen her face, you know what, she could actually be on the floor right now, drowning in her own vomit.”

 Once again, there was complete silence at the table as they all stared at Riya. Mona raised a sharp eyebrow at her, “You know, saying Zafira’s drowning in her own vomit doesn’t make us any more likely to put her in our cars? It does the opposite. No matter how cute she is, I’m really not trying to get my seats stained in Wendy’s… Though, I would be willing to make an exception for Zafira, you know, I don’t want her to die in her own vomit, that would just be too tragic.” She mulled, twirling her straw around in a milkshake.

 Before anyone could get another word in, the crew’s phones all pinged simultaneously and they exchanged a tense look before Ximena picked up her phone first. “It’s from Kaneko…” she trailed off.

 “Need 4 of you at the garage in 10 mins, got 5 potential buyers lined up for a range of Mercedez-Benz 190 SL roadsters…” Mona started.

 “Let me guess, I’m not included in that ‘4’, huh?” Colt rolled his eyes, slouching in his seat while sipping his drink.

 “Colt, it’s the same gang we dealt with last time in the Mall, the ones that brought guns, so I don’t want you around them. Come back when the deal is done, until then, I don’t know, go hang out with that girl that you, Logan and Mona can’t seem to stop fighting over.” Toby finished with a shocked expression, “Is that, Boss, poking fun and bantering around? I never thought I’d see the day.” Toby whispered in amazement, adjusting his glasses and rereading the text message. Ximena grinned and looked at the three in question.

 Colt seemed shocked upon the last part of the message, his expression not going unmissed by the rest of the gang. Logan and Mona raised an eyebrow, looking at Colt with intrigue before he quickly schooled his features and turned away, clearing his throat. “I could’ve done those deals just as well as the next person,” he grumbled.

 “You should count yourself lucky, your dad’s trying to keep you safe and instead sending us into the line of fire,” Logan said with a shake of his head, “Thank your lucky stars.”

 “Yeah, yeah, I’ll count them when I see ‘em.” Colt rolled his eyes.

 “Really? Well, considering you’re going to be the one driving Zafira back, you should be getting ready to count them when you see her.” Mona said slyly with a smirk.

 In that moment, Riya realised that they were all somehow acquainted with Zafira, making a mental note to ask her about them later.

 Colt gaped at Mona as he opened and closed his mouth repeatedly, “I-I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said dismissively, choosing to stuff a handful of chips in his mouth to avoid more conversation.

 “Sure.”

 Colt narrowed his eyes at her as the rest of the crew stood up, getting ready to leave. Riya stood there watching them leave, confused as to what was going on.

 Logan turned towards her and offered a sheepish smile, “I’m sorry, I can’t make it, I’ve gotta head back,” he said while rubbing the back of his neck, “looks like Colt will be the one driving her back, is that OK? You know, if you really want me to take her I can—“

 “No, no! It’s fine, wouldn’t want you to get into trouble with your, uh, boss or anything…” Riya said quickly.

 “Let us know how Zafira feels, Colt.” Ximena said, patting his shoulder. The crew began walking out, minus Colt, who was left in the booth staring into his drink absentmindedly.

 “Yeah, if she’s not feeling any better, maybe we can drop by with some fancy meds and a gift basket or something,” said Toby, raising his eyebrows in excitement, as he slipped into Ximena’s car.

 “OK, first of all, I don’t know why you’re excited about that, second of all, great idea, let’s just, us, the Mercy Park Crew, drop by Zafira’s house, where a cop resides.” Mona said sarcastically, as she unlocked the door of her own car.

 Toby pouted, “Damn, I forgot about that.”

 “C’mon, we’ll have to worry about Zafira later, it’s already been 5 minutes and you know how Kaneko hates it when someone’s late.” Logan said, sliding into his seat and sticking the keys in the ignition.

 Back in the ladies’ bathroom, Zafira was surprised to see Darius walk in, who quickly threw his hands over his eyes. “Zafira, you in here? Look if you’re dying on the floor, drowning in your own vomit, then let me know, otherwise I’m keeping my hands on my eyes because I’d hate to look like a pervert or something, ya know?”

 Zafira gaped at him before she let out a confused laugh, “Uh, Darius, what are you doing in here?”

 “I came to see how you were feeling but also because I just told Logan that he should take you home because you’re not feeling well… so, let’s go, I’d hate for you to to meet your ending here in the bathroom.”

 “Wait, what? You asked Logan? Why would you do that? Where did he even come from? I don’t need him to take me home, I can just wal—“ Zafira cut off with a heave, slapping her hand over her mouth and gripping the edge of the sink.

 Darius removed his hands and quickly stood next to her, placing a hand on her back. “...You were saying? Look, just let him take you home and then you complain all you want back there, sound good?”

 Zafira nodded her head miserably as Darius guided her out of the bathroom.

 Thankfully for Riya, she saw Darius and Zafira make their way out of the bathroom before she felt the need to initiate small talk with the brooding Colt.

 Darius steered Zafira to the table while she sighed, rubbing a hand over her face.

 “Hang on, where’d everyone go? Where’s Logan?” Darius asked, looking around the diner confused.

 “Colt? ...Don’t tell me the entire gang was here and we didn’t even know.” Zafira said with a laugh.

 “...Wow. You look like you’ve been through hell.” Colt stated, looking at Zafira with slightly veiled worry.

 “Thanks, it was really hot back there.” Zafira deadpanned.

 Colt laughed and stood up. “C’mon, let’s get you home before you vomit all over my shoes.”

 Zafira raised a brow and then leaned forward towards Colt, faking a dry heaving sound.

 “Whoa, whoa, whoa! Not on the shoes! Not the shoes!” Colt yelled, jumping back onto the booth and backing away.

 Zafira moved back before she burst out laughing, slapping her thigh. “Your face! Phew, that was a classic!” She wiped at the corners of her eyes as her giggles died down.

 “You little…” Colt shook his head, folding his arms while glaring at Zafira. The waitress walked over and gave Colt a look.

 “Could you please get off the booth, people sit in those.” Justine said before putting a hand on her hip, “I’d hate to have to call my manager out for this.”

 Colt quickly jumped down and brushed himself off. “Sorry about that,” he said, coughing into his fist awkwardly, “Right, let’s go.”

 He speed walked out of the diner and the trio quickly followed. On their way out, they passed a couple that were sat in the outdoor eating area, with one of them feeding the other that had their eyes closed. “Damien!” The lady called out, laughing while putting her hand over his eyes, “You’re supposed to guess by the taste, stop trying to peek! Stop trying to smell it too!”

 “Khadi,” the man called Damien complained, placing his hand over hers and trying to pull it away, “this is too hard, let me be the one feeding you and you’ll see how hard it is!” He laughed, finally managing to free his eyes. He gasped upon seeing the piece in Khadi’s hand. “See! I knew it was a cookie!”

 “Yeah, obviously! But you didn’t know which one, so your punishment is not getting the rest of it.” She stated proudly, popping the rest of it in her mouth while Damien watched in horror.

 Zafira smiled to herself. Cute, she thought. But her smile dropped when she saw Colt’s motorbike. “Hang on, you’re taking me home on that?” She paled, placing a hand on her stomach, “That doesn’t sound like a such a good idea…”

 Darius and Riya watched her with worry, and even Colt frowned.

 “I would love to indulge in your car fantasies, which, on any other day, I would absolutely hate, but seeing as we have no other way of getting you home, the bike is the only option… Unless you want me to carry you all the way home.” Colt said, raising an eyebrow at Zafira.

 Zafira furrowed her brow and sighed, “Fine, motorbike it is,” she turned to her friends, “I take it you’ll walk it?” she asked.

 Darius and Riya nodded, “Don’t worry about us, you just focus on getting home in one piece.” Darius said sympathetically, patting Zafira’s shoulder.

 “Yeah, in one piece that isn’t covered in vomit, please.” Colt added, swinging his leg over the bike and pulling his helmet on.

 Zafira rolled her eyes and waved her friends off, “See ya later, yeah?” She jumped onto the bike behind Colt, taking the spare helmet from his hands and strapping herself in. “Hey, Colt, pull over to the side of the road when I give you a sign, unless you want chicken sandwich all the way down your back.” She laughed.

 Colt rolled his eyes for what felt like the hundredth time even though Zafira couldn’t see. “...You’re, OK though, right? Not thinking about dying anytime soon?” He asked hesitantly.

 “Why? Would you miss me?” Zafira teased.

 “Of course.” Colt said, without missing a beat.

 Zafira’s eyes widened as she slid her arms around his waist, feeling the bike start up. She stared at the back of his helmet in shock, waiting for him to continue.

 “Who else would talk shit about Logan with me?” Colt said. Zafira could practically hear the smile in his voice.

 There it is, she thought while shaking her head, what were you hoping for, you fool.

 Colt began driving out of the diner and down the path he knew a little too well now, trying not to pay attention to how Zafira’s arms were wrapped around him.

 It was only halfway through the journey when Colt felt a few rapid taps on his shoulder. He frowned, before realising this was one of Zafira’s ‘signs’ and quickly looked for an opportunity to pull up to the side of the road.

 As soon as he’d found a spot, Zafira was all but jumping off the bike and unfastening her helmet. She knew she’d hate to vomit all over someone’s lawn or a public walkway in general, so she pressed her lips together and couldn’t help but thank her lucky stars when she saw a bin sitting a few yards away, running over to the poor, unsuspecting thing.

 As she hurled more of her meal out, Colt hurriedly parked the bike and rushed over to Zafira’s side. He blanked once he got to her and decided he would hold her hair back instead of standing around like a lamppost.

 With his free hand, he poked about in his pockets looking for any tissues or anything else that would help the situation but fell short and instead chose to rub her back instead.

 “Better out than in, am I right?” He said halfheartedly, frowning as she began taking deep breaths.

 “Right, you’re probably not in the best position to be speaking right now, I’ll just let you vomit to your heart’s content.” He winced as she heaved once more and then stood up straight.

 Thankfully, Zafira had managed to nab some napkins before she’d left so she managed to clean herself up as best she could. “What the fuck was in that burger that’s making me so cough up my insides so violently?! Do I need to sue these little shits.” Zafira exclaimed, putting her hands on her hips and blowing some hair out of her face.

 Colt couldn’t help but smile and zone out for a second. How cute.

 “Hello? Earth to Colt? Are you in there?”

 “Yeah, I was just thinking about how cute you look, you know, all sweaty, hair a mess, red in the face.”

 Zafira gaped at him, “I… wha—?”

 Colt smirked at her, “Cat got your tongue?”

 Zafira narrowed her eyes, “You just wait until you catch me on a good day, ‘cute’ won’t even cover how good I look, and the cat will have your tongue.” She said, flipping her hair as best as she could over her shoulder.

 Now it was Colt’s turn to gape at her, but he managed to recover enough to raise an eyebrow and have his charms back intact, “Well then, it’s a good thing that every other day is your good day, huh? Maybe that’s why I’m always so speechless whenever I first see you.” Colt slid his hands into his pockets, pinning her with that mesmerising look.

 Zafira’s mouth opened and soon enough a bright pink blush had made its way onto her face. She stared into his dark eyes and found herself captivated, unable to break the gaze. “Are you… flirting with me right now?”

 “Maybe.”

 “Unbelievable.”

 Colt managed to snap out of whatever he was preoccupied with and stared at her, somewhat confused.

 “You’re really trying to charm a girl when she’s at her most vulnerable state, right after she vomited up a Wendy’s, knowing that she’ll have no choice but to get back on that bike with you, and have you drive her home where you’ll probably hint at wanting to be invited in.”

 Colt gawked at Zafira, rendered speechless. “What?! I never—“

 “I can’t believe you, Colt,” Zafira put her hands on her hips, “You’re an incorrigible flirt, just who do you think you are?”

 “Whoa, hang on a minute! You’ve got the wrong end of the stick—“

 Zafira gasped in horror, her hands flying up to her mouth, “You were trying to give me your stick?!” She almost screeched.

 Colt threw his hands up in defence, taking a step back as his mouth dropped open in shock. Then he narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms again. “You’re fucking around with me, aren’t you?”

 Zafira presses her lips together, a snort coming out against her will. “Sorry, you’re just too easy to play around with.” She burst out in full blown laughter, smacking her thigh.

 Colt sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “What am I gonna do with you?”

 “I can think of a few things.” Zafira smiled coyly.

 It was Colt’s turn to blush as his expression went slack. “You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?”

 Zafira laughed, “C’mon, Lover Boy, you still need to take me home.”

 …

 It was when they were outside the Wheeler residence that Zafira once again felt that familiar lurching feeling in her stomach, “Oh no…” she moaned, unfastening the helmet as fast as she could for a second time that day. This time, Colt was slightly more prepared and he’d already parked the bike and dismounted it.

 “Let’s get you inside, I don’t think anyone wants to see a girl projectile vomiting right about now.” Colt chuckled, wrapping one arm around her back and ushering her inside. But it was too late, Zafira felt the familiar burning of the acid in her throat and was heaving out small neutral coloured bits onto Colt’s shoes faster than she could tell Colt where the keys were.

 There was a silence after Zafira had stopped hurling out her meal or rather, what was left of it.

 “...” Colt blinked a couple of times, almost unseeingly.

 “...Guess you no longer want to come in and give me your stick, huh?” Zafira said for no reason, with a weak laugh. She straightened up and pressed her hand to her face, trying to wipe away whatever had stained her mouth.

 Colt stared at her for a few seconds before he burst out laughing. Zafira was shocked and slowly joined in, not caring how they must’ve looked to passersby.

 “I can’t… I can’t believe you just... brought up the stick again... after you just threw up on me.” Colt said in between laughs.

 Zafira’s laughter dissolved away and all she could do was stare at Colt’s shoes sympathetically, rather embarrassed.

 “Those shoes, they didn’t cost much did they? This is awful, I’m so sorry.” She moaned, squeezing her eyes shut and dropping her head back.

 “It’s fine, nothing that sweet, illegal money can’t fix.” Colt joked with a wink.

 “Colt!” Zafira gasped, looking around furtively, “You can’t just say stuff like that out loud!”

 “Why, will your dad appear out of nowhere if I say ‘illegal’ three times? No wait, maybe I should rub a briefcase full of a couple million dollars and then say it.” He wondered, putting his free hand on his chin and rubbing it thoughtfully.

 Zafira shook her head and laughed, “Will you shut up?”

 He grinned as they stared at each other again. It’s really quite easy to get lost in those eyes, Zafira thought, damn.

 Zafira cleared her throat and looked away, fiddling around in her pockets to pull out the keys, but not without Colt catching that lovely pink blush on her face again. He smiled contently.

 “Is your dad home?”

 “No…why, you tryna give me some of that stick action?” Zafira wiggled her eyebrows up and down.

 Colt pressed his lips together to avoid laughing. “We’re never gonna let that one go, are we?”

 “Nope.” Zafira grinned.

 Colt shook his head, “I was asking because I was looking forward to stealing that apple pie.”

 Zafira sighed dramatically, “Even in a cop’s household, you can’t let go of your criminal behaviour.”

 Colt narrowed his eyes, “You know, for the daughter of a cop, you’re awfully close to us criminals.”

 “What can I say? I’m attracted to the dark side.” She joked, removing herself from his hold and guiding them inside. She took off her shoes and suddenly stopped, remembering Colt’s burger covered shoes. “Right, uh, give me your shoes, wait, and your jeans, I think I got those covered too.”

 “Wow, you like to move fast, huh?”

 “Shut up!” she slapped his shoulder, “You know what I mean!”

 “Do I, though? Do I really?”

 Zafira put her hands on her hips, “Hand over your things before I decide to shower you in chicken bits.”

 “Yes, Ma’am.” Colt grinned cheekily, as he kicked off his shoes and moved to unbuckle his belt, all while maintaining eye contact. 

 Zafira’s eyes widened, and she rapidly began turning pink once again, “I’ll, uh, go find some trousers while you, uh, yeah.”

 “Oh, so now you’re shy. What happened to wanting the stick?” He teased.

 “Not another word out of you, Colt.” She pointed at him, with narrowed eyes as she walked backwards. Colt saluted her with a wink.

 Once Zafira was no longer within his sight and safely in the bathroom with a change of clothes, she placed a hand on her chest and took a deep breath in. What the hell is going on?! She shook her head and quickly washed up, throwing her clothes in the hamper and changing into a tank top and sweats. She looked at herself in the mirror and halfheartedly tied her hair up in a bun. “Yeah, this is fine. I’m not making an effort for no one, this is… fine.” She tried to reassure herself, dusting herself off absentmindedly.

 “Hey, uh, Zafira? Are you really finding me some clothes right now or was this just part of your ulterior motive to get me half naked in the middle of your living room?” Colt yelled.

 Zafira’s eyes widened and she hurried out of the bathroom into her father’s room, grabbing the first pair of combat trousers she saw. “Wow,” she scoffed, “how fitting.”

 She raced back into the living room with one hand over her eyes. “I’m here, I’m here! Don’t be doing any weird half-naked things!”

 Zafira held the trousers out in front of her, keeping her other hand firm over her eyes. When she felt him grab them from her hand, she spun around, giving him her back.

 “Let me know when you’re done.”

 “You scared of seeing a little thigh, Zafira?”

 “No,” she said firmly, “I’m giving you privacy, you know, because I have manners?”

 Colt laughed and after some more rustling sounds, he called out to her.

 “Are you sure? I don’t trust you…” said Zafira.

 “Yes, I’m sure. Why don’t you come over here and check?”

 Zafira turned around with her eyes still closed. She slowly opened one and then the other, relieved to find him fully clothed. “Right, I’ll just, throw these in the washer and get them back to you as fast as I can. I don’t know about those shoes though…” She trailed off, looking concerned at the now chicken covered shoes.

 “Relax,” Colt chuckled, “I’ll just, wash them… and then… donate them or recycle them somehow. Yeah. Maybe I’ll keep them, you know, as your first gift to me, Zafira vomit.”

 Zafira scrunched up her nose, “Ew! No! Don’t do that… wait, what do you mean ‘first gift’?”

 “Exactly what it sounds like. Were you not inviting me back here to tell me you have a huge crush on me?”

 Zafira’s jaw dropped, “I do not have a huge crush on you!”

 “Oh, my bad,” Colt frowned, “it’s just a small crush then?”

 Zafira pinched the bridge of her nose, “What am I gonna do with you?”

 Colt grinned, “This is beginning to feel a lot like déjà vu, don’t you think?”

 Zafira shook her head with a small smile as she gingerly picked up the trousers and went to the utility room after dropping by the hamper. Once she’d started the wash, she slowly walked out into the living room where Colt was now gazing at her family photos. “You’re still here?”

 Colt looked up at the sound, “Where else would I go?”

 Zafira shrugged, looking out of the window to find the sky bathed in a warm orange, “I don’t know, home.”

 “This place feels more like home to me right now…” he murmured.

 Zafira bit her lip and looked around, desperate for a distraction of some sort. “Well, what better time to watch movies illegally than with a criminal by your side, right?”

 She bounded over to the couch and pulled out her laptop from under some books as Colt watched her, amused. He slowly walked over and sat down next to her, wondering how he got so lucky to have someone like her in his life.

 “Thank you.”

 “For what?” Zafira asked, turning her head to him.

 “Well, for cleaning me up I guess,” he laughed quietly, “but also for giving me… a home of sorts. I can’t believe I’ve felt more love in this household than I have in my entire 20 years of living as Kaneko’s son. Is your dad looking to adopt any time soon?” Colt joked halfheartedly.

 “Well, if you stick around, maybe he’ll take you in as his son-in-law.” Zafira said, turning back to the laptop with a small smile on her face.

 Colt’s face warmed as his mouth opened in shock, “Was that... an indirect proposal just now?”

 “Maybe.” She winked at him, focusing on picking a movie and smirking at his red, shell shocked face.

 FIN.

 Written by: @wzkdj (Instagram)

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#Riya Hamid

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MasyaAllah Tabarakallah

Tahadduts bin ni'mah njih, beberapa waktu pasca kecelakaan segala macam pengobatan dan saran qulo coba, termasuk salah satunya tabarrukan pada piyantun² shalih nya Gusti Allah. Ada Hubabah Syarifah Fathimah binti Maulana Al imam Al Aquthb Al Habib Sholeh bin Hamid Tanggul dan waktu Haul Habib Sholeh beliau menjadi salah satu yang dimintai do'a, yang ceritanya pada saat itu antrian orang² yang berebut tabarrukan pada beliau itu panjang, eh alhamdulillah ada salah satu (InsyaAllah) cucu beliau mempersilahkan seseorang yang tak titipin do'a ini masuk untuk langsung kepanggih beliau yang pada saat itu beliau dalam keadaan HALL (MasyaAllah)

"Hall adalah kondisi tertentu seorang waliyullah yang pada saat tersebut kadar ke mahabbahannya atau magham dzikir beliau lagi tinggi²nya, gimana ya , saat frekuensi iman seseorang lagi tinggi tingginya dan tubuh sudah ndak saget nompo, jadinya ruh yang bersama jasad tadi menembus alam yang ruh nya bukan dia lagi"

Kemudian ditanya lah oleh beliau maqshud dan hajat nya apa & bla bla bla beliau berdo'a serta jari beliau dicelupkan langsung ke dalam botol air khusus namaku (cieeeee) dan itu mengundang sorak sorai jama'ah yang pastinya iri 😆 Allaah, seandainya aku ada disana, aku lak wis merasa jadi bintang😅(pengen nyucup sungkem salim wolak walik dateng beliau)

Selepasnya, sebelum air tabarrukan tadi diberikan pada saya, beliau (orang yang saya titipi) punya segenggam Inatthurob nya Syekh Abu Bakar Bin Salim, tersebab sekarang dengar² jama'ah Indonesia yang ke Yaman sudah tidak mudah lagi masuk ke area maqbaroh untuk mengambil inat thurob tersebut jadilah saya hanya diberi sak upil, yang menurut pengakuan beliau, beliau hanya memberiku seujung jarinya, Yaa Allaah 😄 (Alhamdulillah)

Kompleks Maqbaroh Inat, Hadhramaut, Yaman

Cerita lain dari air tabarrukan ini adalah sebelum airnya diantar kerumah, beliau yang saya membawa airku ini masih mampir ke ndalem salah seorang Habaib di daerah Banjarejo InsyaAllah, dan air tersebut sempat dipaksa diminta beliau tapi karna saya nya tetep ndak mau mengikhlaskan jadinya ndak jadi. Yaa Allaaah, Habiiib pangapunten ingkang katah sampun su'ul adab saking emaaaan Biiib estu qulo emaaaan, saking emannya sampai sekarang masih ada tak simpan di lemari, kalau minum itu aku cuma minum setutup botolnya ajah 😁

Dan jika bicara tentang inatturob, tidak terlepas dari karomah Sang Waliyullah Maulana Syekh Abu Bakar bin Salim yang sudah masyhur dengan keberkahan inatthurobnya yang konon katanya bisa menyembuhkan berbagai macam penyakit, tersebut jelas dalam kitab An Nahr Al Maurud.

MasyaAllah Tabarakallah memang benar adanya karna sebelum saya sendiri yang membuktikan adalah beliau yang saya titipi air ini pernah cerita kalau beliau pernah kecelakaan sepeda motor dan dadanya menghantam setir motor sampai beliau sering batuk darah dan oleh dokter disarankan segala macam obat dan beliau hanya terapi dengan inat thurob dan sholawat alhamdulillah sembuh total.

Mendengar cerita tersebut saya semakin yakin akan keberkahan inatturob nya Syekh Abu Bakar bin Salim. Dan saya buktikan dengan adat Haidh saya yang jadi teratur setiap bulannya, karna sebelumnya Haidh saya ndak teratur sama sekali. Biasanya sebelum meminum airnya terlebih dulu yang pertama saya tawasshul pada Rosulullah, lalu Habib Sholeh Tanggul, Syekh Abu Bakar bin Salim dan kemudian tawasshul Bibarokati Hubabah Syarifah Fathma sambil do'a minta obat hati yang utama(ngetarani ne uonge atine penuh resek wkwkwk) baru minta do'a penyembuhan sakit dhohir sambil baca sholawat. Alhamdulillah tsumma Alhamdulillah tidak ada yang kuragukan kebesaranMU lewat para wali wali MU Yaa Rabb

Dan karna air barokah tersebut saya juga jadi mendapat amanah untuk menyimpan video juga foto Syarifah Fathma yang pesan beliau "jangan disebar² foto ini karna saya takut jatuh pada orang yang kurang bisa menyimpan foto beliau, beliau keramat nya MasyaAllah, ada cerita seseorang nyimpan foto beliau dan mungkin dicampur sam a foto foto gak gennah, orang itu tadi didatangi dalam mimpi, di dukani !!" Waduh la karena nadanya juga mengancam otomatis takut lah qulo.

Lucunya, namanya qulo arek nakal nggeh, jadinya kadang terlintas HP ku mau tak isi foto foto mesum biar aku di datangi dalam mimpi oleh beliau kalaupun di dukani itu lho qulo rela !!!

Tapi yaa tidak sampai hehe, karena biidznillah bisa mimpi beliau dengan cara yang baik InsyaAllah. Mimpinya seperti apa cukup saya menyimpannya sendiri dan akan kubagi pada beliau suami saya nanti wkwkwk, sebab sudah pasti ini bukan sesuatu yang baik untuk di publikasikan. karna hanya akan menimbulkan su'udzon suudzon tidak berdasar saja pada saya.Jangankan mimpinya yang saya publikasikan, ihwal cerita ini pun paling sudah ada segelintir dalam hati kalian yang membaca kalau saya riya' yaa kaaaaan 😑 (astaghfirullah kok malah saya yang suudzon ke pembaca wkwkwkwk)

Jadi begitulah sedikit cerita tentang salah satu asbab kesembuhan saya pasca kecelakaan. Semoga senantiasa hati kita tersambung kepada para waliyyun min auliya nya Allah. Allahumma aamin, aamiin yaa rabbal alamin.

#barokah #keberkahan #rasulullah #shalawat #waliyullah

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I interviewed Riya Hamid for @teethmagazine​ here is the link http://www.teethmag.net/interview-artist-riya-hamid/ worked alongside Lili Peper <3 - Photograph by Patrica Ellah 

#Taken by Patricia Ellah #riyahamid #lili peper #teethonline

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Point Review

Uda beres nih kelarin 3 buku, tapi aku mau mereview yang ini karena baru banget kelar dibaca dan ingetan aku masih anget banget buat gambarin gimana isi buku ini.

Judul buku :

NASIHAT PERNIKAHAN IMAM AL-GHAZALI MENUJU KELUARGA SAMAWA.

Penulis : Imam Abu Hamid Al-Ghazali.

Penerjemah : Fuad Syaifudin Nur

Penerbit : Turos pustaka.

Halaman : 324 halaman

Tanggal terbit : Cetakan 1, September 2020

Harga : Rp 75K

Bisa dibeli di : Toko gramedia, qaf media.

Buku ini terjemahan dari KITAB PERNIKAHAN KARYA IMAM AL-GHAZALI . Kitab aslinya berjudul Adab an-Nikah yang merupakan bagian dari kitab ihya' ulumuddin. Penulis, imam abu hamid al-ghazali membahas ihwal yang berkaitan dengan pernikahan dan rumah tangga secara mendalam.

Point review yang aku dapat secara keseluruhan adalah

Bahwa menikah harus diniatkan benar-benar karena Alloh SWT. Tanpa itu semua hal yang akan dijalani di kehidupan rumah tangga akan menjadi percuma dan sia-sia.

Keuntungan menikah jauh lebih banyak dari tidak menikah. Meski begitu kerugian juga dirasakan oleh sebagian manusia. Bahkan dijaman dahulu para ulama salaf terlampau menikmati belajar dan memperdalam ilmu agama bahkan sering sekali memutuskan tidak menikah karena ketakutannya akan disibukan dengan hal-hal duniawi dan melupakan kodratnya sebagai hamba Alloh Swt.

Mengetahui pasangan sebelum menikah itu penting sekali. Untuk kebaikan hidup dan mencapai tujuan-tujuan menikah. Dari kutipan buku ini di halaman 83. "Orang arab berkata, jangan kalian menikahi 6 macam wanita ; Ananah, mananah, hananah, haddaqah, barraqah, dan tidak pula syaddaqah. "

Yang menarik dari buku ini adalah membahas penyebab sebuah rumah itu tidak akan menjadi harmonis. Buku ini mambahas bahwa penyebabnya adalah di dalam diri sendiri. Salah satunya adalah melatih diri menundukkan syahwat kemaluan, mata dan syahwat perut . 3 penyebab besar manusia terjerumus oleh syaitan kenlembah neraka. Bab ini dibahas panjang lebar di buku bagian keduanya

Di bab 3 buku ini membahas Hak-hak istri dan suami yang ringan sekali untuk dipahami. Silakan beli saja buku ini. 😊

Buku ini sangat direkomendasikan sekali untuk yang belum menikah, yang sedang menempuh proses pernikahan, yang baru menikah bahkan yang sudah menikah.

Terakhir saya kutip sedikit tulisan dari buku ini

Sikap menumpuk kehormatan dan harta diikuti dengan berbagai macam sikap semena-mena dan berbagai macam persaingan dan kebencian.

Kemudian lahirlah riya, keangkuhan dan kecongkakan. Semua tadi mendorong seseorang kepadaniri, dengki, permusuhan dan kebencian, mengakibatkan pelakunya terjerumus dalam kemaksiatan, kemungkaran dan perbuatan keji. Ini merupakan akibat dari memanjakan usus dan apa saja yang ditimbulkan darinya seperti kenyang yang berlebih. Halaman 182

#reviewbuku #imamal-ghazali #bukuislam #kitabpernikahan #nasihatpernihakan #nikah