#altair al badawi

[mysticmiav]

"I find the best payments are always the most difficult to extract."🦅🗡

From all the characters in the books, Altair is my absolute favourite. He never fails to make me smile, and his banter with every single character is incredibly fun and entertaining✨️

So there are 2 versions because I like them both a lot. The white version fits him thematically, while I love the black version aesthetically. So yeah here are both of them lol

Altair Al-Badawi, from We Hunt The Flames by @hafsahfaizal

#altair #altair al badawi #altair al-badawi #altairalbadawi #we hunt the flame #whtf #wehunttheflame #we hunt the flame fanart #whtf fanart #bookish #fanart #digital fanart #sketch #book art #bookart #bookfanart #book fanart #book #books #bookblr #booklr #sands of arawiya #charachter art #character fanart #characterfanart #character illustration #characterart #art #digital art #digital sketch

[maidaaart]

The Zumra

We Hunt the Flame by Hafsah Faizal

#we hunt the flame #we hunt the flame art #we free the stars #sands of arawiya #the zumra #zafira bint iskander #zafira bint iskander art #nasir ghameq #altair al badawi #kifah darwish #benyamin haadi #my art #digital art #character illustration #character art #fantasy books #hafsah faizal #books #books and reading #books i love #bookish art #bookish #book fanart #book art

[sunflowers-and-starry-skies]

Imagine Nikolai Lantsov, Cardan Greenbriar and Altair al-Badawi meeting. The interactions between those 3 chaotic Kings would be so fun to witness (not to mention the impeccable fashion sense that they all share).

#I need altair to get with yasmine so all three of them have a girlboss wife as queen #shadow and bone #grishaverse #nikolai lantsov #the cruel prince #the folk of the air #cardan greenbriar #we hunt the flame #we free the stars #sands of arawiya #altair al badawi

[luce1ence]

“why be one of nine when I can be the one?”

Kifah Darwish everybody 🤲

#we free the stars #we hunt the flame #sands of arawiya #kifah darwish #zafira bint iskander #nasir ghameq #altair al badawi

[sands-of-arawiya]

Altair: Not everyone’s going to think I’m pretty and that’s okay!

Altair: They’re wrong tho.

#sands of arawiya #we free the stars #we hunt the flame #text #funny #funny post #ya books #fantasy books #text post #bookstack #source: tumblr #altair al badawi #book meme #book memes #altair #funny book #book funny #book books bookstagram bookworm booklover bookish booknerd bookaddict bookme bookshelf bookaholic booklove booknow bookphotography booking b

[zumra-social-media-posts]

My favourite side-characters: Contains spoilers!

Misk. He's just... he's such a romantic. He loves his wife, and he obviously treated her right because she mourned him after he died. In fact, he died for her and paid allegiance to Nasir even though he was against Nasir and Ghameq in the beginning.

Yasmin. Misk's wife. Absolute badass, can and probably has stuck her foot up people's arses. Loves her husband, and even though a few misunderstandings occurred, she was quick to reconcile with Misk. She MADE Zafira go to Nasir and confess, even though Yasmin never quite liked the prince.

Seif. He's just relatable — if I was the tour guide for the Zumra. He played a big role, though. Also, he's like very vain and 99% done with Zafira and Kifah. Understandable though not practical.

Aya. Look, she has been through hell. Even though what she did was wrong, she still cared for Lana when Lana's mother died. Like, Aya lost her child due to Benyamin's Dum Sihr, and she still loved Benyamin. She never loved the Lion romantically. She only just saw a hope in his power. What she did was wrong, but her intentions were pure.

The Silver Witch. She makes few appearances, but God, I love her. She's an imperfect person, which isn't seen so much in literature as a "magical and powerful being" is often portrayed as "perfect." While the way she treated Altair was terrible, she still watched over him and protected him and even asked for his forgiveness. He forgave her! She must have been a good enough mother. Also, faking her death for Nasir??

Dean. He was there for like... 3 chapters. He was brother-zoned by Zafira when she was in one of her internal monologues, but he was sweet enough for her to accept his marriage proposal. He died for Zafira, and he even fought for her. Protective brother, what can I say?

#hafsah faizal #nasir ghameq #we free the stars #we hunt the flame #zafira bint iskandar #zafira iskandar #altair al badawi #benyamin haadi #kifah darwish #lana bint iskandar

[bassia-bassensis]

Altair (*˘︶˘*).｡*♡

#my artwork #we hunt the flame #altair #altair al badawi #we free the stars #random book bs

[dbraures]

tbh they need to meet just to annoy the hell out of malik (affectionate)

#altair al badawi #altaïr ibn la'ahad #assassin's creed #we hunt the flame #sands of arawiya #gambarliu

[iriswords]

Oh brother, I will hear your call

Summary: For those who know how to look, there are a lot of signs they have abused Nasir. That he is a traumatized boy instead of a cold-hearted murderer. Altair learns to look.

Or, Altair being a good brother to Nasir, because there is so much potential for a brotherly relationship between those two.

Word count: 1685

Available on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42527007

Those who didn’t know Nasir well or at all would never have noticed the traces of abuse so long as they didn’t see the scars on his back. People in the street saw nothing else in Nasir than the Prince of Death—until he helped save Arawiya and took his throne in Sarasin that is, and even then people were doubtful. Nasir, to them, was and had always been that figure of death. Cold and dangerous, the one who would come and murder them if they strayed from what the Sultan wanted. Altair had known better. He had witnessed the boy grow up, had known about the burns on his back and who had put them there. But Altair had also been deeply jealous, and hurt that this boy was getting more attention from their mother than Altair ever had. He had witnessed the boy’s transformation into a skilled hashashin—the most skilled of them all—under the careful supervision of their mother, and had burned with jealousy. He had witnessed the boy’s transformation into a monster, at the hands of his father, whom Altair hated, and had burned with anger that this boy was not even attempting to rebel. All the other feelings, the guilt from believing for a time the burns were meant to punish Altair’s behavior, the pity and the worry for the boy, had been pushed down far under the jealousy and the anger and the bitterness. It was easier this way, to see nothing in Nasir but the cold-hearted, murderous lapdog of the Sultan. He took pleasure in bickering with the prince, in annoying him, in making his life just the tiniest bit more miserable. That was before they were sent together to Sharr. Altair had known, then, that Nasir would kill him on the island. His anger, at first, had grown. He had burried the feeble guilt he had felt when Nasir had looked so hurt—only for a flashing second, but Altair had always been good at reading people and catching fleeting emotions—when he had learned Kulsum had only ever been a spy for Altair, that she had never loved him. But Nasir hadn’t killed him when he had had the chance. Instead, Altair had witnessed him open a bit more each day thanks to the Demenhune Huntress. He had witnessed, finally, all the traces of abuse he had deliberately ignored all these years.

It was easy to see, now he knew what to look for. Since Altair had taken the Arawiyan throne and Nasir the Sarasin one, they spent much less time together, or at least living in the same Palace. They still visited each other, and every time without fail, Altair couldn’t help but notice the small remnants of the abuse. Nasir flinched whenever a poker was moved to close to him, and Altair had noted he never picked up the poker himself. Usually, the flinches were imperceptible things, there and gone, invisible to the untrained and inattentive eye. Altair was both trained and attentive, and he never missed them. On bad days, those during which Nasir was more closed off than usual, those during which his eyes looked haunted, the flinches were noticeable to anyone. They were sharper, and Nasir had hurt his head several times by recoiling into a wall because a poker had made him flinch. Altair had taken to ban pokers from the room Nasir was in during his stays in the Sultan Keep’s Palace. If Nasir had noticed, which he undoubtedly had, he had never acknowledged it, but Altair never missed the sheer relief in his eyes each time they strayed to the fire place only to take note of the poker’s absence.

Nasir, Altair had learned the hard way, did not react well to being likened to a dog in any kind of way. Altair had heard, when he had sneaked on Zafira spying on Nasir, the way his father called him ‘mutt’. And then he had forgotten. Altair, of all people, had forgotten that the Sultan had insulted Nasir and that it probably wasn’t the first time he had. Altair’s words had been stupid, meant to be nothing more than a jest. He and Nasir had been lounging—for once free of responsibilities for an hour—in the Sultan Keep’s Palace’s gardens. Altair sat sharpening his scimitars, while Nasir, a few paces away, read a book in the shade of a palm tree. A ball, thrown by a carefree child, had flown over Altair’s head, and would have smacked Nasir in the face had the latter not caught it mid-air without even looking up from his book and thrown it back towards the child. Altair laughed and asked, then, unknowing of the effect his words would have, “What a talent! If I throw you something, will you run after it like dogs do?” Nasir flinched back hard, his jaw clenched and his whole body stiff. Back in his eyes was the same broken look he had worn in the Lion’s lair on Sharr, one that still haunted Altair’s nightmares. “I am not a dog,” he said tightly, and that in itself was already progress from the time he would endure insults without a word. “Of course not, I was just—” Altair stopped, remembering the words the Sultan had thrown at Nasir on Sharr. “How many times did he call you that?” he asked softly. Nasir looked away, gripping the book tightly. “Does it matter?” “Not to me, but I think it does to you. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to remind you of him.” Tense silence weighed down the atmosphere. “You’re not a beast, you know,” added Altair. “Not to me, and not to anyone that matters.”

There were many things Altair still learned about his brother. The way he tried to melt in the shadows whenever he was uncomfortable, making himself unnoticeable. The way he spoke carefully, almost hesitantly, to most people, and the way he closed in on himself whenever he was interrupted. Altair, though never one to shy away from attention and speaking time, made sure to always redirect the attention to Nasir whenever he was interrupted, and to never interrupt him himself. Zafira already did this, and Kifah eventually caught on, and slowly Nasir came out of his shell, under the careful ministrations of the zumra. No matter how much they still bickered and no matter how much Altair had resented his brother in the past, it was now always worth his efforts, to witness Nasir indulge himself a break, to witness him allow his emotions to show, to witness him brighten at something he liked. But, as always with progress, there were setbacks. Days when everything seemed and felt wrong, when Nasir retreated back on himself and nothing, not even Zafira, could bring him out. Today was a day like that, though it hadn’t started this way. Altair was visiting the Sarasin Palace, not because he had anything related to his functions to do there, but because he wanted to see Nasir and Zafira and he knew Kifah did, too. Nasir had not been seen since right after lunch at a meeting with Sarasin merchants. Altair found him on one of the many roofs of the Sarasin Palace, hiding in the shadows of a tower, back against the wall and knees drawn to his chest in an uncharacteristic display of vulnerability. Altair dropped down next to him without a word, and waited for his brother to talk first. Minutes passed before Nasir finally spoke. “One of them looked like the Sultan,” he whispered. “So much I could have believed them twins if I didn’t know for sure my father didn’t have any brother.” He stopped, as though it physically pained him to make the words leave his tongue, and knowing how much he had been discouraged to speak by the late Sultan, it might as well have been. “Take your time,” said Altair. “I have nowhere else to be.” “That merchant wanted to reinstate the camel races and everything that comes with it.” Altair clenched his jaw. He would need to ask Yasar who that merchant was, later, so he could personally make sure he would stir no more trouble. “I said no, of course,” continued Nasir, “and he wasn’t happy with it.” He stopped again, refusing to meet Altair’s eyes. His voice dropped so low Altair barely heard his next words. “I wasn’t meant to hear it. He said it under his breath, but I am a hashashin, and I heard it anyway.” “What did he say?” prompted Altair. Nasir’s breathing stuttered, before he answered, “’Spoiled mutt, it would do him some good to teach him a lesson.’” Altair had never felt quite as murderous as now, but he forced it down as to not frighten Nasir. “You did the right thing,” he reassured his brother. “I’m sorry this man couldn’t see it.” “People will never stop seeing what I did,” replied Nasir. “To them, I will always be the Prince of Death.” An unvoiced question hung in the air between them. What if they’re right? What if I haven’t changed at all? Physical displays of affection were rare between the two brothers. Altair wouldn’t have minded them, but he knew Nasir wasn’t at ease with them, and so he refrained. Today, though, was different, and Nasir, he knew, desperately needed some comfort. He gently pulled his brother towards him until Nasir’s forehead leaned against Altair’s shoulders, and wrapped his arms around the younger man. “I am sorry for all you’ve been through, and I am sorry I didn’t try to stop it. But you are not defined only by your past actions, and you certainly aren’t defined by your father’s or the Lion’s words. You are brilliant and compassionate, lovable and just, and more than worth our time. Believe me when I say this: I am honored to be your brother.” They stayed in this position until the moon found them, and if tear tracks gleamed on Nasir’s cheeks when he pulled away from Altair, neither of them commented on it.

Part 2

#sands of arawiya #nasir ghameq #altair al badawi #nasir ghameq & altair al badawi #altair is a good brother #we hunt the flame #we free the stars #fanfic #ao3 works #my writing

[the-narnian-sea]

“Tell me who you are, or I will put an arrow through your throat.” “I thought you knew,” he said “Don’t think,” she snapped. “If I told you my name, would you bow?” His voice was soft. A melancholy caress. “Or would you flee?”

We Hunt The Flame by Hafsah Faizal

#we hunt the flame #loml #hafsah faizal #we free the stars #nasir ghameq #sands of arawiya #altair al badawi #zafira bint iskander #ancient arabia #im simping for the books #dont @ me #theyre just so bloody damn good #nasir and zafira #my murderous babys

[tunamoth]

Altair fanart (we free the stars mild spoilers)

I am tired :P so most of the effort went into the background which slowed down my phone into oblivion, and then when it was time to render altiar, I got lazy .... So here he is.... He doesn't look like altair. Since I was kinda done with the whole thing I was most focused on making Altair blend with the background so now any detail that was present is just gone :3.

Nasir was right when he said that he looked younger without his turban

Anyways here is the background and Altair but separate:

(regarding the background, is this accurate to like Islamic architecture? I have no idea I made it when my internet was done and had nothing but the little memory of how old mosques looked)

No furniture (⁠^⁠.⁠_⁠.⁠^⁠)⁠ﾉ

#my artwork #fanart #we hunt the flame #we free the stars #altair al badawi #nasir ghameq #zafira #we hunt the flame spoilers #we free the stars spoilers #altair #Altair fanart

[madness-maybe-managed]

I just binged We Free The Stars, sequel to We Hunt The Flame and book two of Hafsah Faisal’s Sands of Arawiya duology!

Words cannot describe how much I loved this series. All the characters, the world building, the fantasy and Arab culture—everything was done so beautifully.

Zafira and Nasir have my whole heart, seeing as they shattered and mended it every other chapter. Their characters were so masterfully written and their dialogue has absolutely undone me, I cannot count the amount of times I had to put the book down and scream. The feels! The feels—the ultimate slow-burn couple. My Arab Kanej loves.

Zafira was show-stopping. Her story, her power, how she acted—everything about her pulled at my heartstrings. I just want to wrap my arms around her and give her everything she wants, after all she’s been through. She’s such an amazing character, her motivations and her thoughts, I love her so much. She’s definitely my favourite character, with Kifah and Altair as close seconds. Her arc, her use of her power, what she did with it, absolutely brilliant. One of my favourite main characters across every series I’ve ever read. Indeed, the Huntress is a legend worth singing ballads about.

Nasir, the Prince of Death. This boy needs a hug, and maybe a decent night’s sleep. His life was so painful, and I love his character growth and how he managed to thrive. He’s amazing, and I really admire how he survived. For all his calling himself a monster, his heart really was the strongest of humans.

Kifah, wonderful Kifah. I adore her so much and she’s absolutely one of my icons. I am claiming her for the aromantics (yes, that one very specific line has firmly attached it in my brain that she is aro. Fight me if you claim otherwise.) Her strength, her cool attitude, everything about her is strength.

Altair. Oh, this man is hands-down one of the best characters I have ever read. I would love to be friends with him. He deserves the world, and rightfully so. I raise a glass of qahwa to the smooth, clever, and witty son of none. Give me his wardrobe.

Benyamin and Aya, the wonderful, tragic safins. Their story pains me. I felt so bad for both of them but I loved their story.

Lana! I love this girl, she’s so amazing and her resilience is worthy of gold. She and Zafira are so strong, their bond is really touching and they give me so many feelings.

Yasmine deserves the world. She’s so strong and understandable and SHE. DESERVES. EVERYTHING. GIVE HER HAPPINESS.

Deen, oh my god. He shares the name of a person in my life, but they cannot be more different. I’m so sorry, buddy, I did not like you because of your name for the first three pages but your, “A thousand times” line? Iconic, shattering, take my money. You and your sister deserve the world.

Lion…I like him not. However, if I were to be driven mad, it would also be due to a lust for knowledge. That, I can definitely understand. I do not like him. At all. The fury he ignites within me rivals my hatred of Xue Yang. But he was a great villain. His title is amazing, though. I can respect the name Lion of the Night. The significance behind it is touching, but he can still suffer.

In summary, I will lay down my life for all the women and men in this book. All of them. They can have my everything. The world building and the history—no misses, everything was top-tier. It broke my heart, sewed it back together, made me cry and laugh and scream. 1000/10, must read. Keep comfort food with you.

#Sands of Arawiya #hafsah faizal #zafira bint iskandar #Nasir bin Ghameq #altair al badawi #kifah darwish #yasmine ra’ad #deen ra’ad #lana bint iskandar #we hunt the flame #we free the stars

[thestarsandnightskies]

aight hear me out

Altair: gross hot (like hes hot.. but ur grossed out by him... bcuz hes super shiny but super hot)

Nasir: irregularly hot (hes so sad and hot that its illegal)

Kifah: sexy could kill me gorgeous 

Zafira: gorgeous pretty princess queen hot girl shit

Benyamin: professor hot

Lion of the Night: daddy?

Yasmine: your boyfriend is effing ugly? WANNA BE MY GF INSTEAD?

Deen: blandsome

Misk: ugly mid hot

#wehunttheflame #we hunt the flame #zafira iskandar #nasir ghameq #altair al badawi #Benyamin #kifah darwish #hafsah faizal #we free the stars

[sunflowers-and-starry-skies]

Headcanons about what the Zumra gets up to after ‘We Free the Stars’ because I miss them

Spoilers for the books ahead

Zafira and Nasir are being badass Caliphs of Sarasin but of course find time for themselves. This includes climbing across the rooftops of Sarasin, as well as the ice cream date Nasir said he wanted to do.

They also do combat training together. Nasir set up an an archery range for Zafira and she helps him improve his technique. In turn, Nasir helps Zafira with sword-fighting and this results in a rematch of their sparring session on Sharr (this may or may not end up with Zafira on top of Nasir again and may or may involve a kiss or two).

Meanwhile in Sultan’s Keep, Altair and Kifah have foodie nights on a regular basis. Sometimes Kifah cooks and other times they go out to the market and buy plenty of food to share with each other.

Kifah practises her miragi powers with Anadil, and regularly pranks Altair with her illusions.

When all of the Zumra meet up together, Kifah always prepares snacks and takes time to learn each person’s favourite foods. Altair is a fan of bold flavours; Zafira still doesn’t like garlic but is very open to trying new things (such as the spice ras el-hanout which Kifah introduced her to).

During one of these meetings, Altair reminisces over a girl he once saw during the final battle against the Lion - a girl with brilliant hair and a blue shawl. Zafira recognises that he’s unkowingly talking about Yasmine and silently panics whilst Kifah is smirking the whole time.

Lana and Yasmine visit Zafira in Sarasin when they’re able to. Lana excitedly tells Zafira about the cool medical cases she gets to see as a healer, and Zafira brings some fabulous dresses for Yasmine. Nasir learns that Lana enjoys reading adventure stories and brings some books for her.

Just about everyone is aware that Nasir is absolutely smitten for Zafira, just based on the way he looks at her and talks about her. He doesn’t mind though.

#I hope we get more zumra content at some point #these headcanons also serve as good promps for fanfic #we hunt the flame #we free the stars #sands of arawiya #zafira iskandar #nasir ghameq #altair al badawi #kifah darwish

[luce1ence]

altair al-badawi 🤝 alucard emery 🤝 nina zenik

same people, different fonts.

#alucard emery #sands of arawiya #we hunt the flame #we free the stars #altair al badawi #adsom #a darker shade of magic #nina zenik #six of crows #crooked kingdom

[sands-of-arawiya]

Zafira: Yknow, not every problem has to be solved by a sword.

Altair: I know. That’s why I carry two swords.

#sands of arawiya #we free the stars #we hunt the flame #text #text post #funny #zafira bint iskander #zafira bint iskandar #funny post #bookstack #ya books #fantasy books #zafira #altair in a nutshell #altair al badawi #source: tumblr #altair