#mohammed x omar

[the-garbanzo-annex-jr]

by Hadar Sela

Hot on the heels of the discovery of a Hamas data centre in a tunnel complex located underneath UNRWA’s headquarters and an UNRWA school in Gaza City (which received only minimalist coverage from the BBC) came a story about an Al Jazeera journalist in the Gaza Strip.

“A Palestinian journalist working for Al Jazeera appears to also be a commander in Hamas’s military wing, according to images and documents recovered by the IDF in the Gaza Strip during the ongoing war against the terror Palestinian terror group. “In the morning, he’s a journalist on the Al Jazeera channel, and in the evening, a terrorist in Hamas!” wrote Lt. Col. Avichay Adraee, the IDF’s Arabic-language spokesman, in a Sunday post to social media platform X. Adraee said that several weeks ago, troops found a laptop in a Hamas base in northern Gaza that belonged to a man by the name of Mohamed Washah. Washah, from central Gaza’s Bureij neighborhood, has been featured in Al Jazeera broadcasts in recent months, with the Qatari-owned station calling him one of their journalists. Adraee said that documents recovered from the laptop revealed that Washah, 37, is a “prominent commander” in Hamas’s anti-tank missile unit, and in late 2022, he began to work in research and development for the terror group’s air unit.”

As others have pointed out, Washah’s social media accounts also include some interesting material.

Two days after that story emerged, Al Jazeera reported that two of its journalists in the Gaza Strip had been wounded in an Israeli strike north of Rafah.

“Al Jazeera says two of its journalists have been wounded in an Israeli airstrike near Rafah in the Gaza Strip, with one having to undergo an amputation.

The pan-Arab broadcaster, funded by Qatar, reports the strike and identifies the wounded as cameraman Ahmad Matar and reporter Ismail Abu Omar.”

As later reported by the Times of Israel and others:

“Ismail Abu Omar, an Al Jazeera reporter who was wounded in an Israeli airstrike near southern Gaza’s Rafah yesterday, is also a Hamas commander, according to the IDF.

Lt. Col. Avichay Adraee, the IDF’s Arabic-language spokesman, says that Abu Omar, in addition to working for the Qatari-owned station, serves as a deputy company commander in Hamas’s East Khan Younis Battalion.

On the morning of October 7, Abu Omar infiltrated into Israel and filmed from inside Kibbutz Nir Oz during Hamas’s onslaught.”

Footage of Abu Omar at Nir Oz on October 7th as well as documentation of his praise for the massacre committed on that day is available online.

As readers no doubt recall, the BBC has produced no small amount of content in recent months (and also before the current conflict) promoting the allegation – including from Al Jazeera – that Israel ‘targets journalists’ and whitewashing the terror links of some of the journalists killed in the region in recent months and years:

BBC NEWS WEBSITE REPORTING ON THE DEATHS OF JOURNALISTS

MORE UNCRITICAL BBC AMPLIFICATION OF CPJ MESSAGING

MORE BBC AMPLIFICATION OF AL JAZEERA’S ‘TARGETING JOURNALISTS’ FALSEHOOD

BBC NEWS STICKS TO THE NARRATIVE AFTER ‘JOURNALISTS’ EXPOSED

It therefore perhaps does not come as much of a surprise to find that the BBC has to date shown no interest whatsoever in informing its audiences about the latest two stories concerning the additional activities of some Al Jazeera journalists. 

#abu omar #al jazeera #bbc #media bias #hamas #gaza #nir oz #mohamed washah

[bfpnola]

the full 4 hours worth of speeches and chants before the national march even actually began to march. being there in-person was truly another experience, so i wanted to share this here so y'all could get even just a sliver of that same amazement! speeches you can listen to include:

Opening Chant

Introduction with Manolo De Los Santos

Nadya Tannous from Palestinian Youth Movement

Ahlam from Maryland2Palestine

Arsema Kifle from Dissenters

Jasmin Nicole Williams from Artists Against Apartheid

Dr. Hatem Bazian from UC Berkeley

Lauren Pineiro from the Tampa 5

Mahdi Bray from the American Muslim Alliance

Black Alliance for Peace

Melanie Yazzie from The Red Nation

Marte White from Community Movement Builders

Omar Suleiman, an American imam

Mohammed Nabulsi from Palestinian Youth Movement

Brian Becker from ANSWER Coalition

Layan Fuleihan from The People's Forum

Macklemore (yes, the muisician)

Ya'oub from the National Students for Justice in Palestine

Maysoon Abu Gharbieh from Arab Women's Committee (Chicago)

Tara Alalami, Sarah Ihmoud, and Rasha Mubarak from Palestinian Feminist Collective and Susan Sarandon

Ahmad Abuznaid from US Campaign for Palestinian Rights

Nihad Awad from Council on American-Islamic Relations

Mohammed El-Kurd, a writer

Nazek Sankari from US Palestinian Community Network

Nour Jafghama and Medea Benjamin from CODEPINK

Meredith from Anti War Committee MN

Osama Abu Irshaid from American Muslims for Palestine

Noura Erakat, a human rights attorney

Majid Gadsen from December 12 Movement

Nina from Bayan USA

Rania Mustafa from Palestinian American Community Center NJ

Krystal Two Bulls from Honor the Earth

Rabbi Yisroel Dovid Weiss from Neturei Karta

Jonel Edwards from Dream Defenders

Raja Abdulhag from Al Quds News

Ángel from Malcolm X Grassroots Movement

Nick Tilsen from NDN Collective

Lamis Deek from Al Awda: The Palestine Right to Return Coalition

Ju-Hyun Park from Nodutdol

Eugene Puryear from Party for Socialism and Liberation

Vijay Prashad from Tricontinental Institute

Celine Qussiny from Palestinian Youth Movement

as well as several interviews towards the end of the video in front of the white house! go watch! go share!

#reaux speaks #youtube #video #free palestine #palestine #gaza #free gaza #genocide #ceasefire #protest #national march on washington #anti zionism #korean #filipino #jewish #black liberation #united states #washington dc #district of columbia #native american #indigenous #muslim #intersectional feminism #speech #Youtube

[ahaura]

(Dec. 8) by Mahmoud Alyazji

Article title:

Refaat Alareer taught life

Article text:

The inspiring writer and educator Refaat Alareer has been assassinated by Israel. (Via Instagram) 

I remember how Dr. Refaat Alareer entered the classroom.

He immediately put a few books on the desk. They included Gaza Writes Back – a collection he had edited – and Rifqa by Mohammed El-Kurd.

Dr. Refaat always carried them around. They were a part of his identity, as a reader, writer and storyteller.

He introduced himself, said a few things and told a few jokes. He listened to what we had to say, then took Gaza Writes Back in his hands and started to read aloud.

His face lit up; his eyes opened wide.

He really captured the essence of “Omar X,” a story by Yousef Aljamal.

Dr. Refaat told us that he recently bought a car. The worst part about doing so was that he couldn’t listen to the stories of taxi drivers in Gaza any more.

“I could spend hours just looking at beautiful sentence structures or reading stories,” he said, smiling.

Another favorite hobby of his was making memes. He encouraged us to be similarly creative.

My first impression of Dr. Refaat was that he was different in a good way. His enthusiasm was real.

I had never been able to concentrate properly during a three-hour lecture until I attended one of his.

He taught me creative writing.

He taught me poetry.

He taught me Shakespeare.

He had a profound connection with modern plays and poems and taught them in a funny and interactive way.

Encouragement

When I remember Dr. Refaat Alareer, I don’t just remember him as someone who worked at the university. He was someone who taught life.

He was my friend. Someone I looked up to – like a father.

Even in the darkest of times, he would check on me and other students. He told us that if we needed anything, please let him know.

The last time he texted me via WhatsApp was on 27 November.

He reproached me for not publishing anything since the beginning of Israel’s genocidal war on Gaza. And he encouraged me to write.

On 3 December, The Electronic Intifada published an article I wrote titled “World shrinks for Gaza’s children.” I sent Dr. Refaat a link to it but I wasn’t sure if he saw my message.

I have subsequently learned, though, that he reposted a link to the article on Twitter. When I saw that, I couldn’t help but cry.

You believed in me, Dr. Refaat.

You believed in the strength of words.

You told us, “If I must die, you must live to tell my story.”

You always gave me confidence and strength.

I was over the moon when you asked me to deliver a class when you were sick.

I remember when you edited my first story and said, “I see a writer in you.”

You always paid attention to the details.

You shared my first published story on a WhatsApp group before I had even told you it was published. “Good job, Mahmoud,” you said.

You made me a writer.

You were the best teacher I ever had.

I will always be proud to have been one of your students.

I miss your lectures.

I miss the comments you wrote on the right hand margins of our papers.

My eyes filled with tears while I was writing these words. But I wiped them away and continued writing.

You are not dead, Dr. Refaat.

I promise that I will always write.

I will fight with my pencil and my poems.

I will never forget how much you brought to my life.

You will always be my inspiration.

#refaat alareer #mahmoud alyazji #articles #palestine #📁.zip

[a-simp-named-slickback]

Star-Crossed | Basim x OC | Part 4

As strange things happen at the House of Wisdom, Nashira begins to wonder what Basim has been up to the last four years…and what he’s up to now.

Nashira was never one to hold her tongue.

Perhaps being raised by her father had something to do with that.

Khalid ibn Mohammed was many things: a respected astronomer, a loving father, and above all else, a spirited debater. She’d seen him confidently share his theories and findings to rooms filled with the world's most celebrated scholars from Baghdad to Greece to Timbuktu. She’d also seen the many lengthy instances where he was asked to defend such findings, which he always did, with ample evidence to boot.

Anytime Nashira wanted something, she and her father had a little game where she’d have to defend her reasons as to why she should have it, while Khalid would argue against it. In fact, such a game is how she got Halah.

“A cat will keep the mice away,” A young Nashira stated.

“They are a big responsibility azizati” he’d say.

“I’m very responsible,” She persisted, “I study very hard, and I complete my chores without being asked.”

Khalid raised a brow, pointing to her study area, “Then why is your desk still a mess?”

“Because if it was clean, Baba, I wouldn't have any way to show you how responsible I am.”

Khalid let out a roar of a laugh. He could not argue with that logic. The next day he presented his daughter with a fluffy white cat.

She never held back in any conversation, especially an intellectual one. She’d learned the art of having tact, but that tact could only do so much in the face of outright foolishness. It was no surprise then when she openly criticized the House of Wisdom’s head scholar, Fazil Fahim.

The man was a charlatan, at least Nashira thought so. He spoke of people who came before, how they would come again one day, how his so-called “great work” proved as much.

Nashira read his research, she attended his lectures, and saw absolutely no basis for this claim. Fazil Fahim had no place as first scholar of the House of Wisdom if intended to spout the musings of a fool. Worse yet, he was spending an unthinkable amount of money on a pointless dig sight out in the wilderness. That part angered Nashira the most.

“To make such claims without any solid evidence is moronic!” Nashira exclaimed after one of his symposiums, “I expect better from a man as intelligent as Fazil Fahim, especially when he is the head scholar of the House of Wisdom. With the money he spends on that dig site, we could fund stipends for more scholars and pay school fees for students who cannot afford it otherwise. A terrible waste!”

What Nashira had not considered was that unlike her father, who was understanding and encouraged her to speak freely around him, other men did not take such talk as well from a woman.

Lately, she swore someone was following her. Around the House of Wisdom, around the markets, outside her home. She couldn’t explain it but she felt a presence near her at all times, starting around the time she made the comment about Fazil.

Perhaps it was him following her around? To confront her on what she said? If that were the case he knew where her observatory was. Nothing stopped him from simply strolling right in and giving her a piece of his mind.

Nashira sighed, drumming her fingers on the open book in front of her. After some contemplation, she let her thoughts drift to where she tried so hard no to let them go.

Could it be Basim?

Her mind filled with the image of his round eyes, his dark brows, his full bottom lip he bit when he was nervous….

She let out a frustrated huff, “Stop it Nashira….” She made herself clear the last time they spoke. That was all in the past. She was married to Omar and he was a good husband to her. This was just her wishful thinking again. The residuals of reckless teenaged passion.

She glanced at the open window. Why did she even bother keeping it open anymore when the only person who ever used it was him?

Nashira walked over to it, taking hold of the window panes and froze. Keeping it open just a little bit wouldn’t hurt? Right? It was quite hot today and the draft would be nice.

She dropped her arms by her side with a heavy sigh, resigning to her desk as she gazed at the window she was too cowardly to close.

Halah jumped into her lap, meowing at her.

She let out a laugh, “You’re right Halah, I need to forget about Basim,” She petted the cat, “Especially before Omar comes back…he’ll notice something is wrong with me and I wouldn’t have the heart to be honest as to why…”

The cat purred into her hand.

Suddenly, Basim leaped through the window. It wasn't in his usual way, he barreled his way in like he was in a rush, or rather a panic.

She gasped, “Basim?”

She paused upon seeing his expression. Basim looked distraught, “You need to get out of here. Now.” He walked over and grabbed her by the arm.

She resisted, “Excuse me? You can’t just barge in here and demand I go anywhere with you, not without an explanation!” She barked at him, and he backed a little in response.

Suddenly the doors of the observator burst open, revealing a group of heavily armed guards. Many of them holding weapons that seemed too coarse for a building full of scholars.

Nashira let out a scream, “What in the world?” She muttered under her breath. The guards drew their swords, filling the entrance. Basim stepped in front of her and Halah, a deadly look in eyes. It didn’t seem to match the face of the sweet boy she used to know, but she considered herself lucky to not be on the receiving end of it.

The biggest guard pointed his sword directly at Nashira, “There she is. Get her!” He ordered.

Basim drew his scimitar from his hilt, a deadly focus growing on his face, “Nashira, Halah, stay behind me.”

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Basim panted, returning his scimitar to its hilt on his side. Around them lay the dead bodies of the assailants. Taking them out was light work, though he hated making a mess of the observatory.

Nashira stood in place clutching Halah, whose fur stood on ends. They both trembled after witnessing such carnage.

He walked over to her, “Are you alright?” He asked. His voice sounded gently and sweet, a total contrast to the ferocity he displayed in the earlier fight.

Nashira nodded slowly, eyes still focusing on the bodies in front of her. She had never seen so much blood before. She shivered thinking how It would have been her blood had Basim not arrived in time.

He sighed with relief, “Now you see why I need you to come with me?” He asked.

Nashira let out a shaky breath, “Why on earth would these men try to kill me?” She asked, clutching Halah tightly against her.

Basim stepped towards her, “Many people in The House of Wisdom have been going missing, some of them have even been killed. I decided to look into this and spoke with a man who said someone by the name of Al Rabisu was targeting scholars getting involved with a mysterious dig site out in the wilderness. Your name came up and I rushed over here.”

He let out a sigh, “I am just glad I wasn’t too late.” He said just above a whisper.

Nashira swallowed hard, “Me too.” She thought for a moment, “Who is this Al Rabisu?”

“That is what I am trying to find out,” Basim said, “Think, is there anyone you could have angered in the last few days? Anyone at all?”

Nashira thought for a moment, “Well…I may have said some critical things about Fazil Fazim?” She bit her lip nervously. Looking back on it, maybe openly criticizing the most powerful man in the House of Wisdom was a bad idea.

Basim’s eyes widened, “The head scholar?”

She nodded.

He exhaled, “Well I can’t say I’m surprised you'd do something like that.” He said, placing his hands on his hips. This pointed to motive for Fazim in regards to Nashira’s criticism, and further connected him to the order. Still, he needed to be absolutely sure before acting.

She frowned, “I know I said some harsh things, but what would killing me do? I don’t understand.” Nashira asked.

“I have my suspicions as to what Al Rabisu is up to, but first I need to get you somewhere safe.” Basim explained.

Nashira furrowed her brows as Basim guided her towards the window, “Basim what are you-” She was cut off by Basim blindfolding her.

She yelped when he picked her up. She tightened her hold on Halah as Basim carried them both out of the window. To where, she had no idea.

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Nashira sat in a strange room holding Halah in her arms, listening to the muffled voices below. Basim had been speaking with a hooded gray haired woman for some time now. Most of it sounded like her reprimanding him.

“What do you think you’re doing bringing an outsider here?” An older woman with a raspy voice asked angrily.

“I know, Master Roshan, but she was in danger. This was the only place I knew that would be safe.” He pleaded.

Roshan huffed, “You know the rules. No compromising the brotherhood.”

“She won’t,” He added, “I trust her with my life. We’ll keep her here as soon as I can figure out who’s behind the mask in the House of Wisdom.”

Nashira felt a sense of relief hearing him vouch for her to stay. She definitely didn’t feel safe enough to go home, especially with her husband gone.

Downstairs, Roshan didn’t budge, instead crossing her arms and hardening her stare.

Basim pressed his hands together, “Please master,” He lowered his voice, leaning in a bit, “This is important for the success of my mission.”

His mentor raised a brow, “Is all this important for your mission, or is she important to you?” she asked at full volume.

Basim opened his mouth to negate that, but couldn’t.

Nashira listened intently to the conversation, feeling her face growing red at what Roshan insinuated. She quickly shook the feeling away.

“That’s in the past.” she insisted to herself. She kept listening.

Roshan let out a deep sigh, “Alright. But make haste on finding out the truth behind Al Rabisu and this dig site. We do not have time to waste.”

Nashira let out a sigh of relief and heard footsteps walking up the stairs. She quickly busied herself, making it seem like she hadn’t been listening to that conversation.

Basim entered the space looking indignant after the harsh talking-to he just received, but quickly fixed his face once he saw Nashira.

“You can stay here as long as you need.” He said, “It is safe here.”

She sighed in relief, “Thank you, Basim…I really appreciate what you’re doing for me.”

He gave her a soft smile, “Of course, ya sayidati.”

She let Halah jump down from her arms, smiling when she saw her snuggle up against Basim’s boot, “If I might ask, where exactly am I?”

Basim let out a deep sigh, “I’m afraid I cannot tell you.”

Nashira raised a brow at him, but continued with her questions, “Then, can I ask what you are going to do now?” She hesitated, “Do you intend to…fix this issue the way you did in my observatory?”

Basim crossed his arms, “I will do what needs to be done to ensure your safety.”

She made an irritable noise at that, and Basim tried not to laugh. She hated not knowing things.

“What is with all these secrets? He’s never been this secretive…” she thought to herself, no doubt her face showing how irritated she was.

Basim gently patted her shoulder, “Try to relax while I’m gone.”

She rolled her eyes, “Easier said than done. You’re not the one with a target on their back.”

“True.” He shrugged, “At least not today.”

Basim turned around before he could see the look of wide eyed shock on Nashira’s face. Just what on earth does he do for a living?!

The steely look in his face returned as he glanced behind him, “I must go now. If you need anything, Master Roshan and Tabid will help you. I’ll be back soon.” He turned to leave the room, headed for the House of Wisdom to continue his investigation.

Just as Basim was about to turn the corner, he heard her voice behind him.

“Be careful.”

She said it softly, nearly a whisper. He smiled to himself, then turned just enough to nod at her, and left.

When he disappeared from her sight, Nashira let out a long breath, trying to shake off the feeling in her chest. She thought back to the fight that broke out in her observatory. As scary as the situation was, Basim skillfully subdued her attackers with ease.

If she hadn’t already known him, she’d swear he was a hero from an epic tale that leaped off the page and into real life. He could protect anyone from anything, no longer the defenseless boy from the streets she once knew. This Basim was a different beast entirely.

She shook her head when she realized she was thinking about him for too long, “Stop it Nashira!” she said to herself.

Her eyes drifted to Halah, who sat on the floor and looked up at her, tilting her head.

Nashira shrugged, “What?”

Halah simply meowed, walking toward one of the cushions on the floor to take a nap.

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Nashira knew she was supposed to stay in the room and out of the way of everyone else in the bureau, but her curiosity couldn’t stay away. It had been at least a day since Basim brought her here, and the only fresh air she got in that time was from the small enclosed courtyard just outside the bureau. She crept out of the room Basim left her in and made her way down the hall.

There weren’t many people at all in the bureau. The few people there were too occupied with their own studies to notice her. Or rather, she suspected, they did notice her and decided she was such a non threat they didn’t have to acknowledge her presence. She figured that was for the best all things considered.

She made her way down the stairs, taking note of her surroundings: there was a desk, a bookshelf filled with reference books and maps of the city hanging on the walls. Near the door was a board with several papers pinned to it.

Nashira got close to the desk in an attempt to read the papers on it, having to strain her eyes just to make out a few letters at a time.

“What are you doing?”

She whipped her head around at the sound of the raspy voice from earlier. There stood the woman in similar robes to Basim, only she had a red sash instead of the blue one he wore. Her hood was up, unlike the other hidden ones in the bureau, and Nashira could only make out the bottom half of her face. She must have been the woman Basim was speaking with earlier, Master Roshan.

“Nothing,” she sputtered, “I was just-“

“You were just looking at confidential documents?” Roshon finished for her as she stalked up to Nashira, towering over the younger woman.

“My apologies, I didn’t know they were confidential, they were out in the open,” Nashira clarified, “I don’t even have my magnifying glass on me so I could hardly read any of it.”

“A likely story,” said Roshan, “Or a clever lie.”

Nashira frowned, “I am no liar. And unlike you and Basim I do not keep secrets either.” She crossed her arms.

Roshan hummed, “Then perhaps you’re not so clever after all.”

Nahsira scoffed in response.

Roshan examined the woman in front of her. She didn’t peg this woman as a member of the order, but she could never be too careful. By the looks of her, she had zero fighting prowess about her. She was young, about twenty if she had to guess, olive skinned, shaped like a pear with a soft tummy, and lacking in muscle. Nashira didn’t possess any weapons on her person and definitely dressed like a woman could afford to hire people to fight for her judging by her elegant robes and jewlery.

It was clear she wasn’t a threat, at least not physically.

No doubt she was beautiful enough to compel the hearts of men and women around her. Men like Basim, who despite having grown from the scared boy he was when Roshan first met him, was still a man. A young one at that, making him an easy target for seduction.

She decided she wouldn’t let up until she had a better understanding of who this young woman was and what she was doing with her student.

Roshon narrowed her eyes, “Who are you?”

“Nashira bint Khalid ibn Mohammed.” She answered quickly, “I’m an astronomer at the House of Wisdom.”

“A woman astronomer,” Roshan thought, not hiding her intrigue in her face, “Being a woman in your position must make you quite vulnerable. Especially to men with fragile egos in the House of Wisdom I imagine.” She said aloud.

Nashira sighed, “Perhaps…I’ve been made quite aware of that recently…”

Roshan tilted her head. Clearly she was intelligent considering she was a scholar. Though intelligence does little to help naïveté it seems. Any woman in a lower class knew a man’s ego was a threat, as Roshan herself was well aware. However women of higher class lived in a world sheltered by the men around them. Those women had the protection of their well to do male relatives and whoever served them. Perhaps the events leading to Nashira staying here were a rude awakening on that fact.

Roshan continued, “How do you know Basim?”

Nashira rubbed her hand up and down her arm, “We were…friends.” She said, trying to keep her gaze locked on Roshan but couldn’t help but to shift her eyes to the ground.

“Friends?” Roshan raised a brow, sensing she was withholding information. Still, her hesitation to answer her questions regarding Basim did not seem to come from a place of deception, at least not with the goal of deceiving Roshan in this very moment.

Nashira shifted her eyes from the floor to Roshan’s, “Perhaps more than that.”

Now it was coming together for Roshan. Like his friend Nehal, she was just another piece of the past Basim had to reckon with, “I see…And are you still more than that?”

“No.” Nashira answered quickly.

“Why not?”

The young woman shrugged her shoulders, “He disappeared,” she looked Roshon up and down, “I suspect you know the rest.”

“The rest?”

Nashira rolled her eyes, “The parts I don’t know…or aren’t allowed to know it seems.”

Roshan clasped her hands behind her back, “Basim took an oath, to leave his past behind him and walk our path. To walk the shadows and serve the light.” She held Nashia’s gaze, “He has no room for anything else. I’m sure you understand Nashira.”

Nashira nodded. So then this was the reason he stayed away so long. This oath of his to leave his past behind, her included. After all the time they spent together, had he really intended to forget about her just like that? It took her years to make peace with his sudden disappearance. Was it really so easy for him? If he wasn’t required to come back to Baghdad, would he have even bothered seeking her out at all?

She swallowed hard. Why did the thought of that upset her so much?

Her somber expression didn’t go unnoticed by Roshan, “I do not say this to be cruel. I just do not want you to get you to get your hopes up.”

She met Roshan’s gaze with her own, “That will not be a problem. What we had is in the past.”

“Is it?” The hidden one tilted her head.

“It is.” Nashira answered sternly, “And once this is all over and I can go back to my observatory and we can forget all about this.”

Roshon paused for a moment, then let out a sigh. This woman was smart, but a terrible liar.

“Very well.” She said, turning on her heel toward the door, “I enjoyed our chat, Nashira bint Khalid.” She put her hand on the doorknob, “there are some books on the shelf behind you. I suggest you read those to keep your boredom at bay.”

Without another word she walked out the bureau, leaving a stunned Nashira behind.

Nashira held her gaze on the door, letting her feelings sink into her. Despite the presence of others in the office, she suddenly felt more confused and alone than ever.

What path did Basim walk that led him so far from her?

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Hours later, Basim walked into the upstairs room, startling both Nashira and Halah out of their sleep.

Sleeping on the floor was not her preferred method, but at least the Hidden One’s hideout was mostly quiet, save for the sound of footsteps. She stretched her sore muscles and Halah followed suit.

Nashira noticed Basim seemed…off? Like he had grown weary since she last saw him hours ago. She wondered what made him so.

Given what happened at the observatory, perhaps it was best if she didn’t know any details.

“It’s done,” He said, “Come morning you’ll be able to return to the House of Wisdom with no danger.”

She let out a sigh of relief, “That is good to hear,” She relaxed her shoulders, “So, was it Fazil Fahim then?”

Basim figured she’d find out he was dead anyway once she returned to the House of Wisdom. so he nodded.

She raised a brow, “Are you going to tell me what was going on with all those disappearances?” She asked.

He sighed, “I cannot reveal-”

“Right, more secrets.” She rolled her eyes, getting a bit fed up with all this secrecy.

“Trust me Nashira,” Basim put a hand over his heart, “If I could tell you, you’d be the first to know.”

Her eyes soften, remembering her conversation with Roshan earlier about Basim’s oath, “It’s fine. Thank you ya sadiqi.” She smiled warmly at him, showing her sincere thanks.

Basim felt a warmth spread in his chest seeing her smile at him, “I can escort you home if you’d like? So you do not have to stay in…here.” He gestured around the room, beautiful but quite small and simple compared to the observatory.

She grinned, “I’d love that.”

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Basim marveled at the estate in front of him.

Nashira’s home was beautifully decorated with sun, moon and star designs etching the walls and arches. The private courtyard he stepped into was filled with a lush garden and a fountain where the moon’s reflection shone in the water.

“This house is beautiful.” Basim touched the etchings in the archways. His own father would be speechless if he saw this place.

Nashira smiled, “Thank you.” She took a seat on the edge of the fountain, “Omar is always away with the merchant caravans so he figured he’d have the house built to suit my tastes.”

Basim clasped his hands behind his back, “That is good. You deserve a gorgeous home.” His eyes softened at her.

She smiled back, and then looked up at the sky. A skwak rang out, catching her attention. Moments later an eagle flew down onto Basim’s outstretched arm.

“You’ve been flying all day,” he fed the bird a snack, “Do you ever tire?”

Nashira tilted her head as Basim brought the creature closer to her, “This is Enkidu, my animal companion.”

The bird was beautiful, and quite alert, seeming to take notice of the woman in front of him. She carefully reached out a hand to pet the top of Enkidu’s head.

The bird clicked with delight at the action.

“It’s very nice to meet you Enkidu.” Nashira smiled at the creature.

Basim let out a chuckle, “I can tell he likes you.”

Nashira blew the bird a few kisses, not noticing her cat stalking up the winged creature. With one swipe of the paw, Halah hissed at the bird, causing it to fly back in the sky with a loud screech.

“Bad Halah!” Nashira picked up the cat, placing it in her lap, “you mustn’t hiss at our friend Enkidu.” She sent an apologetic glance at Basim.

He chuckled again, “Enkidu is a lot tougher than he seems.”

Nashira let Halah jump out of her lap. She patted a spot next to her on the fountain, “Please, sit with me.”

Without hesitation, Basim did as she asked. Stars filled the night above them, twinkling up above Nashira’s courtyard garden.

He sighed, “This reminds me of those times we’d sit on the roofs in Anbar.” He said, gazing above them.

Nashira smiled fondly, “Yeah, it does.”

A silence hung over them for some time.

She looked at Basim, taking in his new choice of dress. He wore a hood now, though it was down at the moment. His clothing was simple and plain, like a peasant or monk’s clothing. The only thing that stood out was the bright sash, and if you looked closely, you could see an array of thinly veiled weapons all over his person.

She gave him a long look, raising an eyebrow at him. Slowly the corner her mouth raised up in a smirk.

He noticed her gaze, “What?”

Nashira let out a small laugh, “I couldn’t help but notice how you choose the dress lately : hoods, concealed weapons…or should I say hidden? Much like those elusive hooded liberators you used to talk about all the time. What were they called?” She tapped her cheek with her finger as she circled around him, “The Hidden-”

Basim covered her mouth to stop her from talking.

His face turned serious, “Do not mention them, ever, understood?” He said in a hushed tone.

She nodded.

He took his hand away and she smacked him hard on the shoulder, “And stop shushing me!”

Basim grunted out a laugh at the smack and rubbed his shoulder, feigning pain. Nashira nearly hit him again but he caught her hand before she could.

“Nice try.” He smirked. He and Nashira laughed for a moment before realizing how close to each other they were, and that Basim currently held her hand in his. They both thought back to the times they used to play these kinds of games together in the observatory.

They were so close to each other. Close enough to feel each other's breaths on their noses.

He let go, clearing his throat and she tucked some hair back into her head scarf.

Nashira let out a little laugh, “To be honest I wouldn’t have figured it out had I not spoken to Master Roshan.” She mentioned.

Basim’s eyes widened, “You spoke with Roshan?”

She nodded, “She may have caught me looking at some confidential documents while you were away.”

Basim blinked, “I am surprised you lived to tell the tale.”

“As am I.” Nashira thought for a moment and then laughed, “I am surprised you took out those mercenaries so easily. I wouldn’t have expected that from you.”

Basim raised a brow, “What do you mean?”

“Well thieves aren’t exactly known for fighting.” She shrugged, “You were more so the ‘avoid a fight and run away as fast as you can’ type.”

“Hey now, I used to put up a good fight back then!” He protested.

She chuckled, “You certainly gave them what for…from the ground.” She winked.

Basim huffed in annoyance and rolled his eyes as she laughed thinking about all the times she saw Basim scrambling from the guards in the House of Wisdom.

She fidgeted with her hands in her lap, “I know I was a bit…harsh the night you returned to Baghdad,” She almost whispered, “I still stand by what I said, but, It is good to have you back. I missed having a friend to talk to.”

Basim smiled softly at the word friend. They had started out as friends, and he cherished that friendship just as much, if not more, than their romance for he would have never known he loved her without it. The love he had for Nashira never left, but perhaps it could change.

“I am glad to be back too. Even more so knowing we can still be friends.”

After a moment, she cleared her throat, “Roshan mentioned the reason you hadn’t come back to Baghdad was because of your Hidden One’s training.”

Basim nodded, “That is true. I needed to train hard and remain focused to reach my goal,” he explained, “and in order to do that I needed to take an oath to leave my old life behind.”

It grew quiet between them. He realized what he implied when he saw Nashira frown. Her face remained still, thought he swore he could see the slightest bend in her eye brow like something bothered her.

“Hold on, I didn’t mean- “

“No, do not apologize, I understand.” She assured him, “I’m happy for you. Becoming a Hidden One has always been your dream. Don’t apologize for following that path.” She gave him a small smile.

“You were my dream too.” He wanted to tell her, but remembered how she shut him down when they first reconnected.

Nashira couldn’t help but notice how tired Basim’s eyes looked. The dark circles pooled under them, growing darker since the last time.

“You are happy right? You look so weary,” She said.

Basim didn’t look at her, “I’m fine,” he lied. After killing Fazil Fahim, he saw another vision of the jinni. What used to only haunt him in his sleep now tormented him in his wake as well. He lacked the answers as to why, but it always happened when he slayed one of his targets.

Nashira placed a hand on his shoulder, “Are you sure?” Her eyes grew more concerned as she tried to get him to look at her but he wouldn't. He couldn’t.

Instead he asked her, “Are you happy Nashira?”

Nashira removed her hand from his shoulder. She looked far ahead of her, gazing at the beautiful archway of her home, built for her by a devoted husband who loved her.

“I should be…” She muttered out loud.

Basim looked her way, seeing the forlorn look in her eyes as she stared ahead of her. What did she mean? She had to be happy, right? She had her observatory, this house, a kind and wealthy husband, everything she’d need to live a secure and comfortable life. What was missing from it?

He brought his gaze back up towards the stars. If this was how things were meant to be, how could she be unhappy? How could he be expected to let what they had go if he knew she was unhappy with this life?

He shook his head. No, no, he couldn’t think like that. He was harping on feelings from the past, not focusing on the reality of the present.

He stood up, “I have to go. Master Roshan is expecting me.”

He needed to go. He couldn’t stay a moment longer or he’d say something he’d regret and ruin any chance of them being friends.

Nashira opened her mouth to say something, to tell him to come back, tell him to stay with her, even for just a moment longer.

Instead, all she said was “Goodnight, Basim.”

Basim swallowed hard, “Goodnight, Nashira.” He disappeared into the night.

_____________________________________________

The sun was shining high over Baghdad as Basim leaped across the rooftops to get to the House of Wisdom. Weeks had passed since he assassinated Fazil Fahim and by the looks of things, the House of Wisdom was bouncing back from corruption.

No signs of burning books, people freely walking about, freely discussing their findings and philosophies amongst themselves and their students.

He smiled to himself. It was nice to see the results of his work for once.

He made it to the ledge just above the window into Nashira’s observatory. He grabbed a hold of it and swung himself into the building, landing effortlessly on the floor.

As he stood, he dusted himself off, “Nashira, I have some work for you from Master Rosha-“

He stopped talking when he saw not only Nashira’s wide eyes staring back at him, but about 10 other pairs of eyes as well. All them were young girls, anywhere from thirteen to sixteen years old. They sat together at their desks as Nashira stood in the front with a board showing complicated math equations.

She cleared her throat, “Basim, this is my class.” She turned to her class, “Class, this is my old friend Basim. What do we say to our guests?”

“Assalamu alaikum.” They said in unison.

Basim put a hand to his heart, bowing his head, “Walaikum Assalam. My apologies for interrupting your class, children.” He said, “Perhaps I should come back later.”

One of the younger girls perked up, “Ustadah, why does he dress like a peasant?” She asked

“Fatima!” Nashira used a warning tone in her voice, the kind Basim recognized as the one her father used to let her know she was crossing a boundary.

Basim shook his head, “It is fine ya sayidati,” Basim looked at Fatima, “That is a fine question, young lady. When I was not much older than you, I grew up in Anbar, one of the poorer districts in Baghdad. Because of this, I saw many people and children like yourself go without the things they need and treated poorly by others, myself included,” he explained, clasping his hands behind his back as he spoke, “My clothes are a reminder of the oath I made to help those less fortunate.”

Most of that was true, though the simple answer was that the clothes concealed his identity. These girls didn’t need to know for what reason though.

He continued, “Like all of you, I spent a lot of time in this very room learning as much as I could, thanks to your teacher.” He said, looking over at Nashira.

Nashira smiled softly at him and he returned the gesture. This action did not go unnoticed by her students, who unfortunately for her were growing more and more observant everyday.

One of the girls raised her hand and Nashira called on her, “Yes, Reem?”

Reem smirked, “Is he the reason you tell us not to talk to boys from Anbar?” She teased.

Nashira clapped her hands, “Class dismissed!” She said, completely side tracking that question.

Immediately the girls scurried from their desks and out the doors to the rest of the House of Wisdom, carrying their books with them, breaking off into smaller groups to chat and giggle amongst themselves, stealing glances at their teacher and this mysterious bearded man from Anbar.

When all the students were out of the room, Nashira slowly turned around to face Basim, cringing when she saw his hands on his hips and a cheeky expression on his face.

“And what’s wrong with boys from Anbar?” He asked with a playful tone.

“Nothing! Nothing,” Nashira giggled, “I just wanted to make sure my girls know to look out for their-”

“Sticky fingers?” Basim answered, holding up both hands and wiggling his fingers.

“No,” Nashira pointed to her mouth, “Their slick tongues.” She said before they both burst out into a laugh.

Basim chuckled, “Do your students know what a bad influence you were on me?” He asked.

In their youth, Nashira often dragged him along to parts of the library they weren’t allowed in, or would convince him to use his “sticky fingers” to swipe books about topics her father wouldn’t allow her to read. If they ever got caught, Nashira would distract the guards and stewards so Basim could sneak away with their bounty.

Nashira smirked, “You were a worst one.”

At some point in the middle of their banter they had migrated very close to each other, leaving only a few inches of space between them. They cleared their throats and put more space between them.

“So, what did you come by for?” Nashira asked.

He grinned, “Isn’t it obvious? I’ve come to see my good friend.”

Nashira cracked a smile, only to scoff when he crouched down to pick up the fluffy white cat.

“Halah!” He said in a joyous tone, holding up the chubby cat who purred from the attention.

Nashira thumped his forehead with her finger, “You interrupted my class for that?”

Basim shook his head with a laugh, letting Halah jump out of his arms, “Master Roshan needs to know which stars to follow to get to these locations.” He handed her a parchment with Roshan’s request on it.

Nashira read the parchment. Many of the locations extended out of Baghdad, into areas like Greece, Constantinople, even the Norse lands, “Why does she need to go here?” She asked.

Basim shrugged his shoulders, “I can not tell you what I don't know.”

Nashira tilted her head, “You mean you didn’t ask?” That was so unlike the Basim she knew, who like her, was always nosy to fault. Though it seemed this Basim didn’t question his master on anything.

Basim shook his head.

She rolled her eyes, “More secrets.” She placed the parchment on the table, “Very well, I’ll figure it out in a few hours. Right now I need to go.”

Basim looked confused, “Go where?”

“To Anbar,” She explained, filling a bag with books, “One of my students, Maha, hasn’t been coming to class lately because her mother is sick and she has to watch her younger siblings. So I’m going over there to teach her in her home.”

“Really,” Basim hummed thoughtfully, “I never thought someone from Anbar could afford such a class.”

“Of course she can’t afford it. That’s why I don’t charge her, or any of my students for that matter.” Nashira clarified as she continued packing, “Maha is too bright for me to let her fall through the cracks.”

Basim wasn’t sure what he felt just then, but he found himself smiling at her while she wasn’t looking. He suddenly remembered how she said teaching was how she wanted to better the world around her. It was nice to see her following that call to purpose.

“It is a good thing you are doing, ya sayidati,” he said, “Though I wish we had more time to share a snack of dates and tea.”

Nashira smirked, “Consider yourself lucky. Since you are so eager to spend time with Halah, you can cat sit while I’m gone.” She winked at him, before heading out of the observatory.

#assassins creed #assassins creed mirage #basim ibn ishaq #ac mirage #basim #basim ibn is’haq #basim x oc #assassins creed fanfiction

[tvsandmovies]

OMG the Islamophobia is too much on twitter/X.

I saw a clip of Muslims minding their own business without harming anyone, just praying on the grass outside of Westminster Abbey and the islamphopics calling it disrespecting!

I mean how??? They weren't praying inside the building of the church!!

Prophet Muhammad peace be upon him permitted Christians to pray in his mosque, which they did turning towards the east. When the delegation arrived, the Prophet Muhammad allowed them to pray in his mosque

Also Omar bin Al-Khattab the senior companion of prophet Mohammed peace be upon him.

When he took over Jerusalem, he apologized or refused to pray in the church, and said to the bishop of Jerusalem, “lest the Muslims come after me and take it and say, ‘Here is where Omar prostrated.’”

For the islamphopics comparing this to Mecca, well Mecca is only worshipping Allah, praying, Umrah and Hajj, not for tourism unlike the other western countries like UK and US.. etc

#Islam #Muslims #tw islamophobia #islamphobia #X #Twitter #I hate it there I think I am going to block people popping on my face

[fictionalmenownmyheart]

Heads Down, Thumbs Up • miles teller

Hello everyone! I hope you are all doing well. I thought I would do a quick one shot before I started making my way through the requests I have waiting to be written. If you’ve made a request, I’m sorry for the wait but hopefully it won’t be too long. This specific one shot was purely for me really, it’s something I thought of so I hope you like it, please let me know either way if you’d like, if you don’t like it then that’s purely on me and I apologise 😂.

Gif is not mine, belongs to the owner.

Warnings: a lot of repetition of words/phrases, not a lot of Miles in this until towards the end, quite fluffy?, all mistakes will be my own if I haven’t read through it properly

Miles Teller x fem!reader

Word count: 2,428

(Y/S/N)- Your Surname

“Okay everyone, quiet down please.” When that didn’t seem to do anything, (Y/N) continued. “Or we won’t be able to play a game before the bell rings for you to go home.”

At the mention of playing a game, the chattering of little voices dimmed down until thirty pairs of eyes stared back at her giving her their full attention.

Feeling accomplished at managing to control the noise and have everyone’s attention, she smiled at everyone in turn. “Thank you. We’re going to play a game called Heads Down, Thumbs Up. Has anyone heard of it?”

Some heads nod to indicate they had heard of it before, but the majority of the class looked at her with confusion at the unknown game but nonetheless excited to find out.

“So in a minute, after I’ve explained the aim of the game, I will ask five of you to come up here before asking everyone else to put their heads down on the desks and hold their hands out like this in front of them.” (Y/N) demonstrates with her own hands, giving everyone a thumbs up with both hands. “Then the five who is stood up here will gently pinch someone’s thumb before returning to the front. Now, if your thumb gets pinched you need to put it down like this.” (Y/N) shows her hands now like fists with no sign of her thumbs sticking up in the air. She looks at everyone to see if they’re understanding everything so far before continuing on again. “This will help so no one else will make the mistake of also pinching your thumb because it shows them that you’ve already had it pinched. Then once they’ve all done that, the pinchers will come up next to me and I’ll ask everyone to open their eyes and then if your thumb has been pinched I want you to take it in turns to guess who you think it was, I hope no one does any peaking please because that’ll be cheating. If you guess right, then you will swap places but if you get it wrong, then you won’t swap and will stay where you are. Does that make sense?”

As all of the children nodded in understanding, (Y/N) clasped her hands together. “Perfect. We’ll try to do as many rounds as we can before the bell rings. Who would like to come up here first?”

Hands shot up in the air straight away. (Y/N) picked Jimmy a shy boy who had his hand up but looked unsure and hesitant about it, Alicia who sat up in her chair looking very sophisticated for a seven year old, Mohammed who stretched his hand up as far as his little arm could reach pointed up to the ceiling excitedly, Stella with a big bright smile overtaking her entire face, and Isaiah who could hardly stay in his seat from a sudden burst of energy at the prospect of being chosen.

The quintet make their way up next to (Y/N)’s desk and in front of the interactive board.

“Now, everyone else Heads Down, Thumbs Up please.”

(Y/N) watches as everyone gets in position following her instructions perfectly.

(Y/N) turns her attention to the ones next to her and ushers them silently to make their choices of who to pick.

Jimmy cautiously makes his way to Jasmine, a sweet girl that (Y/N) was sure he had a little crush on, before taking his place back up front.

Alicia is quick to choose as she strides over to a particular seat, her best friend Elle.

Mohammed with all his excitement stomps soundly to his twin, Omar and tightly squeezes his thumb drawing a hiss from Omar’s lips at the unexpected touch.

Stella looks around the classroom, choosing carefully as she taps her finger against her lip in thought before settling on an unlikely candidate, Mateo.

Isaiah takes his time too, walking around all of the tables considering everyone as an option, his eyebrows pinched in a look of pure concentration, deciding in the end on his partner in crime, Finley.

“Alright, if you had your thumb pinched, please stand up.” (Y/N) got everyone to pay attention as the five students stood up from their chairs. “Elle, why don’t you go first?”

Elle guessed right, as did Omar and Finley. Mateo and Jasmine however guessed the wrong way around which meant that Jimmy and Stella stayed standing up for the next round.

It went on like this for a few more rounds until a knock at the door interrupts everyone as they look at the closed door not knowing who to expect on the other side.

“Come in.” (Y/N) calls out, waiting to see who will appear.

“Hello Miss (Y/S/N), I hope you don’t mind me dropping in, just thought I’d stop by and watch.” (Y/N)’s colleague, Mr Larkin, spoke as his head peered around the slightly opened door. She thought he was probably making his way around all of the classrooms to do an assessment on how they were teaching, she’d have to do that herself soon so wasn’t bothered by his sudden presence.

“Of course, that’s no problem at all. Please, take a seat.” (Y/N) gestures for him to sit down. He makes his way over to one of the unoccupied desks at the back of the classroom and props himself against it.

“Thank you. Someone will be joining me shortly but please carry on.” He pulls out a notepad and pen he had in his breast pocket, opening it to a new page.

Just as (Y/N) processes Mr Larkin’s words, another voice calls out softly from one of the tables. “Miss why don’t you join in?”

(Y/N) thought for a moment before deciding why not, Mr Larkin was here to supervise so she didn’t have to worry about what everyone was doing while she had her head down.

(Y/N) looks at the clock on the wall and notices there is just enough time for one more game before the bell should sound.

“That’s a good idea Francesca, because this will be the last one for today I will join in. Okay everyone; heads down, thumbs up.”

She watches as they put their heads down on the desks and follows suit herself.

Her other senses heighten while her eyes are closed as she hears the door open slowly, the door handle rattling and the hinges groan softly before the click of the door being shut again. Mr Larkin’s words run through her head, this must be who was joining him.

She could hear giggles but didn’t know what was so funny. She didn’t want to open her eyes and ruin it for everyone else playing but the noise drew her attention and made her curious as to what was so funny and why Mr Larkin didn’t say anything about it.

Guessing it was nothing important she decided to let it slip as she felt her thumb be squeezed so gently, for a moment she wondered if she had imagined it until she felt a slight breeze walk beside her.

“Is everyone ready to guess?” (Y/N) asks wanting to lift her head and understand what was going on just moments before.

Voices sound, letting her know that she can open her eyes. She looks around and sees that Mr Larkin is still at the back of the classroom, in the same position he was in before she had shut her eyes, but no sign of whoever had come into the room afterwards.

“If you had your thumb pinched, please stand up.” (Y/N) watches as five students stand at their desks. Her eyebrows furrow in confusion, she was sure her thumb had been pinched but maybe she had just imagined it.

As the children take turns guessing who they think it was, (Y/N) sighs. Something must be wrong with her, maybe it was the lack of sleep or maybe she was coming down with something, but she never usually concocted imagined thoughts like this when she felt like she was coming down with something.

She even thought for a split second that it could possibly be because she was missing her boyfriend, she hadn’t seen him in what felt like forever but what was probably only a couple of months for his work. She was used to the constant silent house that greeted her when she hit home from work every day, the lonely nights with no one beside her to hold her got harder with every passing day of not seeing him.

Coming into work was the only thing keeping her somewhat sane, the children always managed to brighten her day when she felt down or suddenly thought about her boyfriend, a funny telling of a story from the weekend or a hand drawn picture made for her in squiggly shapes helped her get through it.

Coming out of her thoughts, she noticed everyone had their eyes focused on her. Not realising she was in her thoughts for so long, she cleared her throat and wondered what she had missed.

“Aren’t you going to guess, Miss (Y/S/N)?” Mohammed asks, having managed to calm down from his earlier excitement but a cheeky grin on his face was still intact.

Did they know she had also had her thumb pinched?

“I think everyone has been picked, Mohammed.” (Y/N) smiles at the boy.

“What about me?” A deep, masculine voice speaks from behind her. She turns her head and standing at the now partially ajar door is Miles, her boyfriend.

She stares, her mouth agape in surprise at him actually standing in front of her in her classroom.

She stands up on shaky legs and walks into his awaiting arms. Her arms wrap around his neck and she burrows her head into his broad chest, breathing in the scent that is all his and the fragrance she has missed having nearby.

She pulls back from clinging to him and leans into his touch as he caresses his thumbs against her cheeks. “What are you doing here?” She asks in wonder.

“I thought I’d come and surprise you.” Miles replies, a grin lighting up his face.

“Well I am definitely surprised.” She laughs, leaning her head up to touch her lips to his but a throat clearing stops her.

She turns around and realises that Mr Larkin was the one to make the noise. Thirty pairs of eyes glance up at her with a mixture of emotions; some look confused, others look grossed out by the almost kiss (mainly the boys), while a couple of the girls look on with childlike wonder at the whole situation comparing them to a real life fairytale, Miles being the prince to (Y/N)’s princess.

(Y/N) composes herself just as the bell rings. “Alright everyone let’s get our bags ready. Don’t forget your coat, water bottle or packed lunch if you have brought any of that in today. After that I want you to line up and wait for me to dismiss you one by one at the door to your parents.”

Scraping of chairs was heard as they went over to the cloakroom and retrieved their school bags along with anything else they may need to take home.

They followed (Y/N)’s instructions and queued up behind each other against the wall waiting to be allowed to go to their waiting parents outside.

(Y/N) opens the door and can already see most parents waiting for their children.

Looking around at who she recognises she calls out, “Mohammed, Omar, I see your mum.”

The boys race out of the door and over to their mum right away and begin talking her ear of as they start walking off.

She definitely has her hands full, (Y/N) thinks as she watches them disappear. Coming back to her senses she turns to everyone else who is waiting patiently.

“Stella, I see your dad.”

“Thank you Miss (Y/S/N).” Stella says before making her way to her dad and taking ahold of his hand with her older brothers on his other side.

“Mateo, I see your abuela. See you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow, Miss.” Mateo calls out as he skips away.

It went on like this until all of the children were mostly gone. The only ones left in the classroom were herself, Miles, Mr Larkin, Jimmy and Jasmine.

“I’ll take these two with me to the taxi that’ll be waiting for them and any from the other years.” Mr Larkin points out, indicating to Jimmy and Jasmine who are the only ones left. Jimmy’s little face blushes at the attention while Jasmine is oblivious to the nervous boy beside her.

Mr Larkin makes his move to leave the room but is stopped by Miles’ hand held out, Larkin shakes his hand with a nod and leaves the room soon after

Mr Larkin smiles at the couple before making his way out, leaving (Y/N) with Miles in her suddenly silent classroom.

(Y/N) sighs, the quiet was not unwelcoming as she stood with Miles, coming to terms with the fact that. He’s. Actually. Here!

“Alone at last.” Miles teases as he comes over and wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her body close to his and placing a gentle kiss against her lips.

“I can’t believe you’re actually here. Why didn’t you tell me you were coming back?” (Y/N) asks, hitting him on his arm.

Miles chuckles, “I wanted to surprise you and if wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, would it?” Miles looks at her pointedly.

(Y/N) groans petulantly feeling like one of her seven-year-olds at her reaction and grumbles, “You know I don’t like surprises.”

“I know baby, that’s why I did it,” he winks at the unamused look on her face, “I managed to get some time off to be with you before I have to go back to filming.”

The next day, (Y/N) is bombarded by questions about who the mysterious man was that came in yesterday. She answers the questions readily, loving their enthusiasm.

During his time back, Miles makes sure to spend as much time as possible with (Y/N) while she isn’t working.

And when it comes to the end of his time off, they’re already anticipating his return home for good when filming will finally be over in another months time.

#miles teller #miles teller x reader #miles teller x girlfriend!reader #miles teller x teacher!reader #masterlist

[negrophobic]

"🟢 Zaher Jabareen, head of the office of martyrs, wounded, and prisoners in Hamas:

In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful,

List of male and female prisoners included in the releases of the second day of the exchange deal.

The Islamic Resistance Movement Hamas announces to our Palestinian people the list of prisoners included in today's (Saturday) release, the second day of the exchange deal, as follows:

Female Prisoners:

- Nourhan Ibrahim Khader Awad / Al-Quds

- Shorouq Salah Ibrahim Duwaiyat / Al-Quds

- Maysoon Mousa Mahmoud Mousa (Al-Jabali) / Bethlehem

- Fadwa Nazih Kamel Hamada / Al-Quds

- Israa Riyad Jamil Ja'abis / Al-Quds

- Aisha Youssef Abdullah Al-Afghani / Al-Quds

Cubs (young boys arrested by the idf) [under 18]:

- Ibrahim Walid Ibrahim Ta'amra / Bethlehem

- Ibrahim Samir Ibrahim Sabah / Bethlehem

- Mohammed Yassin Taysir Sabah / Bethlehem

- Saddam Amjad Majed Taqatqa / Bethlehem

- Youssef Mahmoud Salem Subtain / Al-Khalil

- Ahmed Ghareeb Ahmed Khalil / Ramallah and Al-Bireh

- Omar Mohammed Adham Abdul Rahim Shweiki / Al-Quds

- Ahmed Ali Mohammed Al-Sabbah / Bethlehem

- Murad Fouad Abdul Latif Dar Ata / Ramallah and Al-Bireh

- Ahmed Walid Mohammed Khshan / Jenin

- Shaker Ali Salem Ballout / Al-Khalil

- Wael Bilal Shaker Mashah / Nablus

- Tariq Ziad Abdul Rahim Dawoud / Qalqilya

- Abdul Rahman Mohammed Saleh Hourani / Qalqilya

- Marooh Yasser Ratib Khuzaimia / Jenin

- Abdul Hadi Azzam Mohammed Kamel

- Jihad Tawfiq Jihad Youssef / Ramallah and Al-Bireh

- Mohammed Ayman Abdul Rahman Aweis / Nablus

- Ezzedine Anan Hassan Sudani / Nablus

- Mustafa Mazen Hussein Shahadeh / Ramallah and Al-Bireh

- Shadi Mohammed Deeb Abu Adi / Ramallah and Al-Bireh

- Yassin Omar Ezzat Hanafiya / Areeha

- Abdul Karim Anwar Zaher Al-Saadi / Jenin

- Mohammed Tariq Salim Hawashin / Jenin

- Samid Khaled Mahmoud Abu Khalaf / Nablus

- Wissam Marwan Abdulsalam Tamimi / Ramallah and Al-Bireh

- Mohammed Nasr Fawzi Swalma / Nablus

- Yazan Jaber Abdul Jabbar Al-Hasanat / Bethlehem

- Mohammed Nizar Nimer Abu Aoun / Tulkarem

- Qasem Khaled Mohammed Masarwa / Jenin

- Anwar Tsafi Ahmad Ata / Ramallah and Al-Bireh

- Raja As'ad Raja Abu Qias / Jenin

- Hamada Said Mustafa Abu Samra / Qalqilya

We reaffirm that this deal would not have been possible without the sacrifices of our people and the bravery of the resistance in the Gaza Strip and its steadfastness against the brutality and Nazism of the occupation.

Mercy to our righteous martyrs. Freedom for our prisoners. Victory is our ally."

Zaher Jabareen

Head of the Martyrs, Prisoners, and Wounded Office in the Hamas Movement

(x)

#palestine 2023 #free palestine #palestine #gaza #save gaza #hamas #idf #anti idf #israel #anti israel #fuck israel #fp tag #my post

[remixinc]

Slava Marlow - Heels from Egor Protskó on Vimeo.

Directed by Nikita Vilchinski Creative Direction by Sobersasha Director Of Photography Egor Protskó

Production: Aimer Creative Producer: Pavel Gretsky Creative Producer: Roman Varnin Set design crew: Alexey Leontyev, Alexandra Budarina, Stepan Vladovskiy, Enot Comandir, Klaus Shpakoffski, Maksim Silenkov, Artem Strelec, Mihail, Ilia Style: Artemy Samoletov Casting director: Karina Morozova Casting assistant: Dasha Shubenok Casting assistants on set: Svetlana Shukshina, Zoya Novikova, Vladimir Bront Key Make-up & Hair: Valeria Trebunskih MUAH assistants: Maria Lankina, Dashkova Ekaterina, Taya Guskova Choreography: Laran Laraan Edit On Set: io.RAW Production manager: Maxim Statsenko

1st AD: Andrey Venkov 2nd AC: Maxim Rebriev, Igor Semenov Focus puller: Dmitry Rebriev Steadicam: Sergey Avdonin, Andrey Voytov Dolly: Kashin Dolly Gang Gafer: Nikolay Vahrameev Key Grip: Irgiztsev Sergey, Egiazaryan Alexey Lightning team: Evgeny Gavrilov, Roman Ivanovsky, Viktor Sulkovsky, Alexander Shaga, Arkady Karpukhin, Alexander Pavlushenko SFX: Evgeny Sorokin

Edit: Nikita Vilchinski Color: Alexander Zolotarev VFX\3D: Studio.Spirit.view Tracking: Igor Oleksiienko Slava Model: 3dwee| Dog animation: BlueCheese team Dog X-Ray: Nativision Producer: Vladislav Vacarenco Modeling/rigging: Alexey Tyulin Animation: Alexey Tyulin Compositing: Roman Malyakov, Nikita Boldyrev

Starring: Gleb Kostin, Karina Karrambaby

Backstage: Nur, La Routine, Alexander Cozirschii, Panther FPV, Mathqone, Sasha Loco

Cast: Liza A, Eva Arsoeva, Sofia Ahmed, Nika Bibisheva, Dasha Bogatyreva, Egor Boev, Vladimir, Brest, Dima G, Denis Galagan, Kadriya Galautdinova, Georgiy Ermakov, Mger Zakaryan, Sergey Zanemonec, Nikita Zarin, Maria Ismieva, Valeria Karachun, Liza Kashinceva, Anna Kuznecova, Li Yun A, Sofia Lobanova, Varvara Makarova, Mve Dzime Varren Lokli, Omar Mohamed, Yana Pronina, Ruslan, Badma Samtanov, Georgiy Soskin, Stefan De Dyurfort, Anastasia Strugacheva, Anastasia, Teresсhenko, Nika Tihonova, Angelina H, Zaria Chzhan, Tafadzva Chiteza, Daniella Shmeleva, Elshan Aleskerov

[livinonaflyingcarpet]

Mohammed Appreciation Week - favourite crack platonic ship

#druck #druckedit #mohammed appreciation week #mohammed razzouk #momar #mohammed x omar #omar mahmood #hi my name is simona and i can only do pastel gifs #you can pry momar from my cold dead hands #the unrequited love potential? endless #i better post this before i change my mind #moje tvorba

[leoniejulie]

Hi! I sent a color palette request for romantic Omar/Mohammed and #4. But now I see you've already used that color palette so maybe you'd prefer one of the new ones, like #20? Either way would be great! Thank you!

Blutsbrüder or Lovers?

#what a great colour combination #and what a great ship hhehehe #omar x Mohammed #omar mahmood #mohammed razzouk #druck

[sparksinmyveins]

I'M SO HAPPY THAT THE PEOPLE AROUND AMIRA REALIZE THAT SOMETHING IS WRONG! IN THE FIRST EPISODE HER BROTHER AND IN THIS EPISODE IT WAS SAM I'M SO HAPPY ABOUT THAT okay i'm done screaming

#druck serie #druck die serie #druck #sam m'pele #amira x mohammed #amira thalia mahmood #omar mahmood

[air-bison-yip-yip]

Can’t wait for Omar to like fix everything, like, he’s not the hero druck deserves but he’s the one they need

#druck is killing me #druck season 4 #mazzouk #amira mahmood #amira is everything #amira x mohammed #mohammed razzouk #omar mahmood #druck

[liqovr]

#druck #amira thalia mahmood #sam m'pele #essam mahmood #omar mahmood #amira x mohammed #*mygifs

[sissysprouse]

essam is dumb and annoying

since the beginning he kept annoying me but lying to his mother,just to not be punished more?? wtf?? this crossed a line. i don't like essam and I KNOW he probably has his reasons, but still no excuse to behave like an asshole.

ALSO why tf is amira getting punished for essam's dumbass behaviour?? yess, she is older,but by what?? 1 or 2 years?? HE IS OLD ENOUGH,she is not his babysitter.

idk if my 16years old dumbass brother would pull some shit like this, idk why i should get punished for that too?? like take some responsibility??

WHERE IS OMAR?? WE NEED AT LEAST (1) GOOD BROTHER.

me to essam right now

#druck amira #druck sam #druck #mohammed druck #druck omar #skam druck #amira thalia mahmood #amira x mohammed #mohammed razzouk #mazzouk

[dreamy-slytherin]

Me: *I don't feel very comfortable about this certain drawing... so, I'm just gonna post it on tumblr for a smaller audience because here people are less toxic than on insta. Here I can draw whatever ships I want :))))*

Druck's cast: *finds them*

Druck's cast: *posts them on their insta stories*

Me: ....😰😰

#i hope they won't ever find my abdi x carlos or mohammed x omar drawings.... #i just... i don't want to make them uncomfortable idkkkk #ahh :( #druck #druck cast #personal

[canonicallyanxious]

i could learn from you // an omar/mohammed fanmix

idk how to explain what this is so i’m not even gonna try skdjfnsdkjnfsdkjnfs

Happy birthday, @kapplebougher! light of my life and our group chats!!! i hope you enjoy this extremely silly thing!!!!!!!

01. Falling for U | Peachy!, mxmtoon // 02. Echo | Kevin Abstract // 03. Take Me | MISO // 04. Compromised | Tim Atlas // 05. Beautiful World | Tennyson // 06. Heat Wave | Snail Mail // 07. Autumn Gray | Boy Willows // 08. San Fran | Moses Sumney // 09. Lover is a Day | Cuco // 10. Line Of Sight (Reprise) (feat. WYNNE and Mansionair) | ODESZA

#druck #omar mahmood #mohammed razzouk #omar x mohammed #what is their ship name akjndfskjdns #fanmixes #playlists