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i-cant-sing · 9 months
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Idk why, but even before I started writing here, I always imagine Dabi falling for a girl who wears niqaab (a veil). And like I still cant stop thinking about him falling for a niqaabi (who is most likely a Muslim) and like the very essence of respecting her religion and boundaries (aka no physical contact with the opposite gender especially if its a stranger) is like so on spot for Dabi, no?
If you take a modern day niqaabi, Dabi is intrigued by her outfit and the way she speaks, the way she carries herself. He's attracted to a woman he hasn't even seen, which means he is attracted to her brain, to her mannerisms.
And the eyes... oh what if the reader wears the type of niqaab where u could only see the eyes?? They're nothing out of the ordinary, even your brows are covered, but the way his heart stops when you make eye contact with him, however brief, even if he blocks your path or says something to make you look at him, they're- it's like he can feel his very soul connecting with yours.
And if we take the old time era, I'm imagining reader being a princess/warrior niqaabi, and maybe Dabi is her newly appointed bodyguard or a Knight sent by his father to bring you home for an arranged marriage with King Enji?
Dabi isn't supposed to stare at you, the very sight of your shadow is barely permissible for him, but he can't. Not when he's heard rumours about your beauty, about you being so beautiful that men have killed themselves when you rejected their proposals, thus you cover up, even your eyes.
Maybe while escorting you to his father's kingdom, he can feel your resentment to the marriage. Maybe on the way, you guys are attacked, forcing Dabi to flee away with you on his horse, his heart stopping momentarily when he made contact with your body to pick you up and place you on his horse. And maybe while fighting, he was stabbed, bleeding profusely, which you only noticed when you guys finally reached a safe place, by a lake.
You panic because he is starting to look drowsy from all the blood loss, even if he says he's fine, so in a instant, you ripped off your veil and dipped it water nearby before placing it on his wound, putting pressure on it.
Dabi's breath hitches, his entire body stiffens, and for a brief second, it feels like the entire world has stopped as he stares at your face.
Your beauty... your face... it bewitched him.
Even with worry and frustration etched on your face, even as your eyes fill with tears, even as your lips tremble as you pray that his wounds stops bleeding, you looked heavenly.
He feels like one of those poets who would forget about the world and his ownself just so that he could only focus on writing poems that would fail to do justice to your beauty.
As the moonlight hit your face, Dabi despite being an atheist, truly did belive you were divinity.
"Stop staring." You chided, making the mistake of looking into his eyes, and he felt it. He felt the connection, the touch to his soul.
Dabi fainted, whether it was because he was bleeding or because of your beauty, no one knows.
The next day, when he finally woke up, you had ripped a part of your dress to make another veil for yourself. But Dabi wasn't disappointed, no. He had seen you once, and that was enough for this lifetime and all the others.
He was surprised to see you holding his bow in one hand and a bird in the other.
"Breakfast." You said softly, as you began preparing the bird. He didn't know you could hunt, princesses like you were usually not taught skills like that.
And Dabi asked where'd you learned it, and you shrugged, revealing how your father and brothers think you're no good for just because you're a woman, but in reality you succeed all of them in all fields, including academically and military strategies. But the world is patriarchal, so all you're good for is marriage apparently.
"Its a trap being a woman."
Dabi chuckles at that, nodding his head along that a princess would complain of feeling trapped, but he got what you said.
"Everyone is trapped in their own ways, princess. Even me."
The two of you soon began to continue your journey again, and with your caravan now dead, it was just the two of you, chatting more. And even though Dabi had seen your face, he still kept his distance, still respected your boundaries, something none of your admirers ever did.
Dabi asks why you're marrying his father, because he knows you could've easily ran away.
"I plan to be a queen who can make better reforms and changes to the world. What better way than to start with the strongest ruler by my side?" You explain, telling him that you know Enji only wants you because he wants strong children. And you only want his support. It's a mutually beneficial marriage.
Along the way, Dabi had already fallen for you. And you won't admit it, but you were slowly staring to fall for him too. He wasn't like the other men. He didn't feel the need to put you down, laugh at your ideas to "change the world", didn't make you feel stupid or insecure. And he didn't put his hands on you either, most men would've taken the opportunity of being alone in the desert and to do unspeakable things to a woman. He didn't. And you can't explain it, but there's just something about him, something otherworldly that makes you feel bonded with him.
He makes you feel safe, not just from physical threats, but from your own doubts and insecurities too, without you ever having to voice them out.
The final night you two were together, setting camp at the edge of the desert, he told you that he will always support you. He will always protect you, he will always have your back, no matter what.
"Why are you talking like this is goodbye? Won't you still be my royal Knight, after I marry the king?" You ask.
Dabi smiled sadly, looking at the fire he'd made. "I'll always be yours."
"But?"
"After I bring you to the kingdom, my duty here will be done. I will be sent again to conquer more land for the king."
You looked down at your hands, tears brimming your eyes. "So, this is goodbye then." You sniffled,and Dabi could feel someone squeezing your heart when he saw a tear fall out of your eyes.
Oh how he wished to wipe it away, wash away all your sorrows.
You wiped your own tear away, composing yourself quickly. "Well, then I must thank you. For protecting me, for fulfilling your duty, for teaching me things, for everything. Truly, there must be no better man than you."
Dabi grinned. "My pleasure."
Soon, you two fell asleep. Well, you fell asleep. Dabi pretended to fall asleep, but he stayed awake because he wanted to keep looking at you. He wanted to savour every moment, every second he had with you before tomorrow.
At some point, in your sleep, without realising, you had dropped your head in his lap, perhaps to get closer to the fire. Dabi didn't wake you, for if he did, you would've been mortified.
While he was resisting the urge to pat your head, a scorpion came near you two, specifically near Dabi's bare feet. The scorpion and Dabi had a brief staring contest, and as if challenged, it stung him.
Dabi only bit his lip, but he didn't dare move a muscle. How could he, when it would risk waking you up?
Fortunately, the scorpion went away after that. And soon morning came and youvtwo finally reached his kingdom.
Taking you inside the castle, towards his father's court, Dabi gave you all the tips that wouldn't set off Enji and would actually have his favour.
You nodded, and as the two of you stood outside the doors, Dabi reminded you-
"If you ever need me, just call my name. I'll be there."
You wondered how would he know you'd called when he would be miles away, but you suppose he could have his people here to report to him.
You two entered the court and Enjibsat on his throne, looking menacing as ever. Bowing, Enji praised his son for a job well done before excusing him.
Dabi gave you one last glance before leaving the court, and Enji beckoned you forward. You came near him, head still bowing.
"Take off your veil." He ordered.
You looked up at him, confused. You must've heard him wrong. How could you reveal yourself infront of his court like that?
"Pardon?"
"Take. Off. Your. Veil." He repeated.
"Your Majesty, your court is watching-" but you were cut off with a slap to your face that made you fell.
You looked at him in shock, holding your cheek but then Enji pulled you up by your throat and ripped off your veil, earning gasps from everyone.
"If I tell you to do something, you do it. If I tell you to take your veil off, you take it off. If I tell you to strip in front of my court, you fucking do it!" He shook you hard as you struggeld to free your throat from his grip. He pulled you closer, grabbing your cheeks painfully. "Now, let's see if you've learned your lesson." He threw you down again, your tears were falling freely now as you wondered if you had cursed yourself by agreeing to marry this monster.
"Now, strip." Enji commanded from above, glaring at you.
You began hyperventilating, trying to think of a way out of this situation. You looked around you to see if anyone would come to your aid, but the court, all those old men were looking at you in anticipation, as if you're a piece of meat.
Is this.. is this your end?
As Enji stomped towards you, your heart dropped and you screamed instinctively.
"DABI!!!!"
Enji raised his hand to strike you, but instead of a slap, blood had splattered on your face.
You looked down as you heard a thud, and there it was in front of you-
Enji's head.
Your eyes looked back up and you saw Enji's headless body that fell to the side, revealing Dabi behind him holding his bloody sword, face full of rage, eyes full of insanity.
Locking eyes with you, the insanity in his eyes was replaced with... concern.
"Are you okay?" He asked in the softest voice possible. He sheathed his sword, walking towards you. He bent on his knees to be on your level. "Did I scare you? I'm sorry. Hey, hey, no need to look at the head. He can't hurt you anymore. No one can." He said raising his hand to cup your cheek, but he hesitated. You wouldn't be comfortable-
You threw your hands around him, diving your head into his chest as you sobbed. Dabi only chuckled before gathering you in his arms, patting your head and cooing soft nothings, as if hadn't just beheaded the strongest ruler in the world.
"Shh, its alright. Everything will be okay. I'm here now, aren't I?" He cooed as you began carrying you out of the room but not before blowing a whistle as hundreds of assasins and knights broke into the court, killing and maiming Enji's court.
As Dabi walked towards his room, making sure to hide your face well because he doesn't want to kill some poor servant just because he saw your face like he's killing the court, he wondered what would have happened if you hadn't called for him.
Surely, he wouldn't have planned the coup, be wouldn't have had killed Enji, and he certainly wouldn't have had you in his arms.
But for you, he would burn the whole world down if you wish it. He'd burn himself if it pleases you.
For you, a thousand times over.
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storiesofthesahabah · 2 years
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Have they, truly?
Or is it because a lot of the women of this ummah have already started to succumbed into this idealistic concept of "feminism" that a lot of the emerging influencers have been daunting over the heads of the Muslim women?
Whatever it may be, one triggers the other - for sure.
Nowadays, with these emerging stained concept of feminism amongst the Muslim ummah - we find a lot of women deliberately lose their ground fading away from the true and real concept of feminism.
No other religion in this world have given women greater power than Islam - yet a lot of the women forget about this.
However, it is not only the women that are going astray and are being deluded - it has reached the pulpits of our men.
Our men have started to be "secular" and "open". They have now started letting their womenfolk post pictures of themselves on the social media, letting them dance in these tiktok videos and even appearing with them in these Vlogs where they openly allow hundreds if not millions of prying eyes of nonMahrams devour what is supposedly halal for them alone. 
My dear brothers in Islam, have you forgotten the way our sahabah used to be with their wives and womenfolk? Have you forgotten how much gheerah they possessed and displayed amongst each other?
There are a lot of incidents where such stories are stipulated in every sahabah's life but today let me narrate to you an incident that took place within the home of our beloved Prophet ﷺ. 
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During the time of the Prophet ﷺ, to celebrate Eid - Abyssinians would gather up and deliver a show where they would showcase war tricks and wrestling. 
One of those days, they were showcasing it nearby the home of our beloved Prophet ﷺ. With this, his wife Aisha Radiyallahu Anha expressed a desire to watch the show. 
To fulfill her request, the Prophet ﷺ gave her permission and stood infront of Aisha Radiyallahu Anha while watching the show. He ﷺ continued to shield her until she herself got tired and went inside the home. 
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Subhan'Allah, do we still find men of this glory these days and do we still find women of this modesty these days?
Imagine, the gheerah of the Prophet ﷺ - He did allow his wife to watch the show (as it was mentioned in the story that it was not a common time wasting show during that time) while still shielding her so that none can prey their eyes on her.
Just look at the way the Prophet ﷺ fulfilled the desire of his wife to please her while protecting her and safeguarding her modesty at the same time.
It is such a small event in the life of the Prophet ﷺ but we can take lots of moral lesson from this, no wonder the Prophet ﷺ is considered the best teacher for this Ummah.
Let me ask you, my dear brother in Islam, where is your gheerah these days?
It really has gone bad to the point that the men allow even their niqaabi wives to appear in their lectures or let them appear infront of mixed gatherings - do you really think this way you are emanating the characteristics of the Prophet ﷺ?
How about you sister, why do you let such people dilute your mind and convince you that letting go of your haya and being more "open" empowers you as a woman?
Nothing honors a woman like how modesty honors her. Nothing beautifies a woman like how modesty beautifies her. Nothing can empower a woman like how modesty empowers her. 
My dear brother in Islam, your masculinity is seen by the way your wife or your womenfolk dress in public and how they carry themselves int his dune. They are a reflection of how you treat them and how you fulfill their rights accordingly.
Indeed, do not let this world deceive you and let you falter with your values. Strengthen your gheerah within the halal boundaries of Islam. Protect those who you can, especially within your home - your wives, your daughters - the womenfolk.
Remember, you are a garment over them - protect them.
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May Allah rectify our affairs and strengthen the men of this Ummah enough not to be deceived with peer pressure and delusions of this cruel world. May we all be able to emanate the way the Prophet ﷺ lived and continue to honor Islam through abiding to its teachings and applying it in our lives.
Amin.
Zohayma
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Story was taken from:
[1] Sahih Al Bukhari, Hadith 2101 [2] Sahih Muslim, Hadith 2628
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medicoblogger · 1 year
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Being a niqaabi isn’t easy in this world. You go to cafes, people see you differently. They are curious how she, poor thing gonna eat with this, some people even come and ask you desperately. Your own friends once you have hearts together starting to fall apart. You are so confused to deal with dunyia according to the teachings to Allah. People always say: it’s not a big deal if you won’t follow this, Allah is Forgiver! Why people don’t value this that I chose Allah over this dunyia. For me it’s a big deal. If someone choose dunyia, people say: she has her personal choice. Why don’t people value this fact that covering myself from all of the men except the one Allah will choose for me is my own choice. Kindly respect people’s boundaries irrespective of your opinions.
— Aniqa Ramzan ( Learner )
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nicabsworld · 3 months
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nurdianadesu · 5 years
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Just because some FB Instagram Muntaqibah (Niqaabi) leads a double life doesn't mean ALL Niqaabi sisters do it as well. Please respect the sisters who wear proper Hijaab & Niqaab and don't fall into suspicion & unwarranted assumptions.
"O you who believe! Avoid many suspicions, indeed some suspicions are sins. And spy not, neither backbite one another. Would one of you like to eat the flesh of his dead brother? You would hate it (so hate backbiting). And fear Allah. Verily, Allah is the One Who accepts repentance, Most Merciful" [Surah al Hujuraat: 12]
May Allah Ta'aala keep our sisters firm on the deen grant us Istiqamah and Imaan.
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streetordeen1 · 5 years
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#hijabi #hijabi #hijabis #niqaaabi #niqaab #niqaabis #hijabstyle #hijabfashionistas #hijabtutorial #hijabimakeup ##Makeup #fashion #hijabmodel #jilbab #jilbabi #jilbabis #niqaab #niqaabis #niqaabi #ukht #ukhti #ukthi #Muslim #muslins #muslimah #muslimgirls #muslimgirl #muslimfemale #muslimfemales #nikah #zina #muslimah #muslima #ikhwaat https://www.instagram.com/p/Bw-wl5sgDy9/?igshid=a4qy91edztjl
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niqabiummaadam · 5 years
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Not being blessed?!?
So at least a couple of times a month, a born Muslim will tell me that I either don't belong in Islam, or that they are or more blessed blah blah.
It kind of hurts as I can see their arrogance. But it also makes me smile, because out of this hole wide world, Allah SWT chose me to be gifted with haqq and most of all al-Islam.
Alhamdulillah for everything. If anyone ever tells you, or you think you are not blessed, look at your hands, your feet, your house, your dinner. Everything, look at everything that Allah SWT blessed you with.
And if you can't see it, take a step back and look again, better yourself. Don't be the people I deal with on a regular basis, be the one who smiles at me and gives me my right of Salaams. Show people your a Muslim and proud. Never loose your religion. For if you loose Allah, you have lost everything.
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writernextdoorblog · 3 years
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In prayers do we find relief. . . . #photo #instagram #blackandwhite #black #aesthetic #islam #namaaz #mosque #eid #prayer #quran #women #hijab #muslimewoman #muslimgirl #niqaabi #abaya #india #photography #blackandwhitephotography #blackandgray https://www.instagram.com/p/CRqVAh-MTbO/?utm_medium=tumblr
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taikanyohou · 4 years
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brightwin | praew magazine
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Salaam aleikum wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuh,
Today the burqaban started in the Netherlands..
There were even before the ban started a lot of racists making plans what they gonna do to these women for example: to throw a women who wears niqab to the ground and ripp her niqab off, but it became more worse that after the goverment issued a statement justifying the attack on those women now also a newspaper here encouraged the attack on those women.. the comments and plans they make are really upsetting und horrific to read, there was a comment saying the purge has begon, some made groups to patrol the streets and more. These are really nazi actions.. im afraid a lot of those far right racists are going to attack us and that its not going to end well.. may Allah protect us all... amin
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i-cant-sing · 2 months
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Villains 2
Dabi:
Yandere Knight Dabi x veiled/niqaabi princess reader have kids
Yandere Knight Dabi being an absolute simp for veiled reader
Platonic Yandere Dabi randomly picking little sister reader from preschool
Reader praises Dabi for having a beautiful smile
Yandere Dabi w/ a suicidal reader
Yandere Ghost Dabi
Yandere Dabi x fwb reader
Overhaul/ Kai Chisaki:
Yandere Husband Kai is happy w/ reader but then his enemies hurt her
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420paki · 6 years
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the worst part of the big sick is when at the beginning they show how reclusive and backwards pakistan is like um.......
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zemheri-x · 3 years
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digitaldawahhd · 5 years
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THIS IS MY ISLAM In France after picking groceries in the supermarket, a Niqabi sister stood in the line to pay. After a few minutes, her turn came up at the checkout counter. The checkout girl was a non-Hijaabi Arab Muslim girl, began to scan the items of the Niqabi sister one by one, and after a while looked at her with arrogance and said: ”We have many problems in this country & your Niqab is one of them! We immigrants are here for trade and not to show our Deen or history. If you want to practice your Deen and wear Niqaab then go back to your Arab country and do whatever you want.” The Niqaabi sister stopped putting her grocery in the bag and lifted up her Niqaab. The checkout girl was in total shock. The Niqabi girl who was blonde with blue eyes told her: “I am a French girl, not an Arab immigrant. This is my country and THIS IS MY ISLAM. You born Muslims sold your Deen and we bought it from you.” https://www.instagram.com/p/Bxdp5F_gCE0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=sd82qe7s3b5i
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rubinahassan · 6 years
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I love this throw/open abaya from @alhadiyahdesigns ! The material isn’t very thick, but its able to keep me warm, especially since I’ve worn it on a really chilly day recently. The print is lovely and different to any other throw that I have currently. Being a Niqaabi, I always enjoy wearing something colourful to break up the all black clothes we’re so used to seeing all the time. The quality is great, and the price is affordable to everyone. #theturquoisescarf #rubinahassan #alhadiyahdesigns #abayalove #colour #print #niqaabi #affordability #lifestyle #johannesburg #southafrica #life #lifestyleblogger #bloggerlife #instaiphone #notamodel
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belezaartistica · 7 years
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Playin' around on Snapchat. Add me @belezaartistica #niqaabi #hijaabi #belezaartistica #amirah
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