The 40 HADEES OF IMAM MAHDI(atfs)
HADITH-11/40
INFITIE TREASURE!
I am the remainder of Adam(عَلَیهِالسَّلام), the treasure of Noah(عَلَیهِالسَّلام), and the successor of Ibrahim(عَلَیهِالسَّلام) and summary of Prophet Muhammad(صلى الله عليه وسلم) and his holy progeny.
(Al-Burhan Fi Tafseer ul Quran vol.1, p.612)
ANALYSIS;
Allah has sent down 124,000 Messengers & Prophets to Guide & advise humanity throughout the course of history in times of peace & war, so that humanity could flourish & reach higher spiritual destinations to know their lord.
All these prophets & messengers had 1 goal in mind, and it was to spread the command of Allah to achieve his marifat.
The last holy prophet(صلى الله عليه وسلم) successfully carried out the task of spreading Islam with its original purpose to every nation on earth. Furthermore, Prophet Muhammad(صلى الله عليه وسلم) has said; that Islam was successful with Khadijah's money & Imam Ali's(عَلَیهِالسَّلام) sword.
All 11 Imams served their purpose and carried out tasks related to their mission. However, the 12th Imam, the savior of mankind, the last of hope of humanity will bring about justice for every single person, and he will be the accomplisher of the missions of 124,000 of prophets & messengers. He will be the completer of Islam. He will be the sword of Justice of Imam Ali(عَلَیهِالسَّلام) and he will avenge the blood of Hussain & every other innocent person.
God has saved him for the end of times so HE can establish his law and his order. He will have full authority and guardianship to expand the word of God to every single being.
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[secrets: part seven]
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You had family over.. you had family over? The only person you ever mentioned was your older sister, whom you lived with, and the late parents you lost at a young age. There were family friends and your sister's boyfriend, sure, but never any other actual blood relatives. The text you sent sat uneasy with him. While he was happy you weren't ignoring him for as long as he expected, the confusion of who you could've meant was tenfold. Does he ask you at school tomorrow? Or does he just bypass his curiosity and let it slide?
Peter flipped over on his bed, staring at the phone sitting between the pages of his chemistry textbook. He'd been debating calling or not—considering you did say you had family over and couldn't meet with him. However.. maybe you could do a phone call? Or a text. Texting sounded better. You wouldn't be able to hear his very unnecessary desperation to figure you out just for tonight.
He threw his head down and groaned into his pillow. If he didn't have a crush on you he wouldn't have been as persistent. And it was overwhelming. He didn't recall any moments he felt like this when he liked Liz last year; not even when he found out her dad was Vulture and had to fight him. That was crazy, but it didn't meld his mind as much as this did. He didn't even think he could like someone this much after that whole experience. “Hey.” He turned his head enough to see his Aunt May leaning against the doorway. “Are you going to call her?”
He sat up immediately, turning his screen off and shutting the book he was reading just to help you on the project. “What? Call who? I don't know who you're talking about.”
She stared at her nephew for what felt like eternity before giving him a small smile and shaking her head. “I won't ask what it's about, but if it has to do with a certain superhero swinging around the neighborhood—well—I’m sure she'll understand once you have a real talk with her. I know she wouldn't want to jeopardize your friendship either.”
He didn't say anything—he couldn't, really. There were moments he forgot his aunt discovered that he was Spider-Man, so whenever she discreetly brought up the other side of his double life he was taken aback. Although this time, he was more than glad she had a sixth sense about what went on in his life. He cleared his throat and nodded his head slowly. “Yeah.. yeah, I'll make sure I talk to her. Thanks, Aunt May.” She gave him another smile and turned to head back into the kitchen. He immediately opened up the book and turned his phone back on.
While he was trying to decide whether calling was a good idea, you were sitting at a dinner table with your sister Katrina, her boyfriend, and pretty much the only person your parents were extremely close with. Everyone was engaged in lively conversation while you could barely get a word in. It all made sense, but for some reason you still couldn't wrap your head around the fact that your crush was also the one who prevented what would have been a tragic event in your life. A part of you preferred he was just making new friends that would replace you guys in the future. At least then you could cope and talk it out without having second thoughts. This was a whole other situation. Peter was an actual hero, not the regular, run-of-the-mill kid who takes city crimes into his own hands. He was skilled and friendly and as selfless as anyone with powers could be. Not to mention he worked with Iron Man; you remembered seeing that ship 'incident’ on the news the year before. As well as photos and videos people would post online of the two of them taking on bigger jobs together. It was amazing and impressive, but something still bothered you.
“Y/N.” You looked up from the phone sitting next to your plate, sending it to its black screen before acknowledging your sister. “What’s up?”
“Nothing. Just some stuff about homework.” It didn't seem like she believed it, but she only shrugged and continued on with the conversation with her boyfriend. They didn't give it a second thought, but the other guest clearly did. You watched him glance between yourself and the device, raising his eyebrows. Was the conflict really that obvious? Could he see that you were struggling with a friendship? Or were your mixed feelings with the current situation making their way into your eyes? “Um,” you cleared your throat and stood from your seat, “I'm gonna go work on that project Miss Simms gave me.”
After saying an early goodnight to the other three in the room, you made your way down the hall toward your bedroom. You closed the door and breathed out a large sigh, throwing yourself on the bed. You laid on your back so you could see the ceiling; see the space where you had half of the pictures of you, your friends and family stuck with tape and staring straight at you. It felt weird to have photos up at first, but over time you would look at them each time you just needed someone and they couldn't physically be there. Mostly during your moments of sulking or frustration, in which you hated bringing down the moods of others so you would look at the smiling faces above you to keep you sane. You hoped they would still help with something as big as this.
You sighed and rolled over onto your stomach, deciding that if you weren't going to talk to him yet, you might as well actually work on that project. While you started doing the worksheets there was a light knock from the other side of the door. “Come in.”
“Hey, misfit.”
At the sound of the all too familiar voice you put everything in your hands down and sat up, giving the man your full attention. “You haven't called me that for a while.”
“Now that's because you haven't caused any trouble in a while.” You rolled your eyes, smiling up at him as he gave you one in return. “So what's up? Why have you been ignoring me?”
“I haven't.”
“You're a terrible liar... definitely got that trait from your dad.”
You frowned and he gestured toward the open spot on your bed, waiting for you to nod so he could sit down. There was a silence that hung in the air as the two of you sat there, both looking around different pieces of your room. It was a silence you always hated when it was between you and him. You much preferred the weird, fatherly or innovative talks that would happen whenever you'd see him. After your dad passed away with your mom, he was the only one that was able to tell when something was bothering you or if you were lying about anything. So after another minute or so of quiet, you spoke up. “Why didn't you tell me?”
He sighed, letting the question sink in on both ends. He then adjusted his position so he could look at you properly. “It wasn't my place to tell you that. It’s his responsibility to decide when to say who he was to any of you. I've just been there as the... moral support, you could say.”
You snorted, “Snarky Tony Stark as moral support? That I would like to see.”
The billionaire raised an eyebrow and grinned at you, seeing that his said snarkiness had been rubbing off on you more and more. His gaze found its way to the object with the screen displaying your contact list. There were times he forgot how much you grew since that tragic day, but seeing the extent of what you'd been going through the past few months helped him see that you had more than just normal, teenage issues. You had a knowing crush on a boy who went around saving pedestrians and putting his own life at risk once in a while. All while having a father figure who had an arc reactor in his chest, flew around in an iron, red and gold suit saving New York from aliens with other heroes, was part of Earth's best defenders, and had a mind so big only those truly intelligent could fully understand him. “Talk to the kid. He goes through a lot. He could use someone like you on his side.”
Without waiting for a response he pulled himself up from the sitting position and made for the doorway. You bit your lip when he took a step out. You didn't want the chance to say it slip by, so just as he was halfway down the small hallway, you let out a small shout. “Thank you, Uncle Tony!”
With his rare modesty in check after your miniscule burst, you went back to the materials laid across the mattress. Your eyes combed over everything, stopping at the name that both frustrated you and sent waves of butterflies in your belly every time you heard it.
Neither of you were aware the other knew about having a crush on one another; these types of instances almost never happened, especially during high school. It was a decision of part temporary confidence, part consideration, and part nobody wanting to lose a friendship out of this. You were both unsure for different reasons, but at the end of the night feelings were only an excuse. In your beds, you each took a deep breath and pressed the name on your phones.
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You know what, I don’t actually believe that Thanos believed in his goals and ideas. He has zero conviction.
I came to this conclusion comparing him to Overhaul in Hero Aca and what he did. Which is not, strictly speaking, necessary for the statement I’m making here, but does give a nice point of contrast.
Because to start, Overhaul’s ideology is also logically broken. He believes the exceptional abilities that spread across humanity is an illness caused by rats. I don’t even need the context of quirk history to know that’s clearly baloney. But that doesn’t matter because he truly believes it and will go to any length necessary to ‘cure’ the world of quirks and the heroes that pushed his Yakuza adopted father into a corner.
Yeah, that’s just not the kind of shot you’d get from MCU Thanos (probably not comic Thanos either, but that’s neither here nor there).
Because he does not believe in his cause. If he did, he wouldn’t have spent decades sending lackeys out to find the infinity stones instead of getting them himself from the word go. He wouldn’t of given the one stone he did have to one of those lackeys, a particularly temperamental and unwilling lackey at that, in a mission that would risk losing it. He would’ve tried.
He was never willing to put in the effort for the result and that’s where he fails as a villain and a threat - not in the fact that his ideals don’t hold any water. And the fact that people do get so hung up on how dumb his goal is is testament to that.
Overhaul fought tooth and nail to keep Eri in his possession. Thanos could barely be assed to collected the infinity stones himself.
Because at the end of the day, My Hero Academia villains are defined by their convictions, while MCU villains are defined by their role in the narrative. And the discussion both fandoms have around their respective villains speaks for itself on which one’s better.
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