#pregnant muslim

[veiled-goddess-bastet]

Wearing niqab more than one year.

#pregnancy #pregnant #babybelly #fully veiled #niqab #niqabi #niqabstyle #veiled muslimah #mommytobe #femalemask #fake pregnant belly #rp #proud muslimah #muslimah #pregnant muslim #pregnant muslimah #muslim #winter #veiled #veiled woman #veiled lady

[romanarose]

Both of Us

Marc Spector x Muslim!Reader

Dedicated to my love, @welcometostayingawake tu eres el amor de me vida.

Summary: After finding out you Marc, Steven and Jake are having a boy, you and Marc debate baby names, and settle on something that is the combination of both of you.

Warnings: Very little, pregnancy? Lots of religion talk.

A/N: I am a hopeful Jewish convert, and I wanted to make something with a Muslim reader as a few of my readers have expressed a desire for it, so I hope nothing is offensive to Jews or Muslims, I just wanted to write something where we all are getting along, because it absolute is possible, as evidenced by Mona and I's friendship.

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“We’re not naming him Luke, you fucking nerd” You giggle as you hang of Marc’s arm, walking down the windy street. “You just want to be able to say ‘Luke, I am your father’”

“First of all,” Your husband counters, “The quote is ‘No, I am our father’”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah” You tease, swaying a bit in the high wind.

“Secondly, you got an awful lot of nerve calling me a nerd when you’re the one who wanted Bennet. You think you’re slick using the last name, as if I haven't watched Pride and Prejudice every time you’re on your period.” Marc speaks with a smile. The two of you were just on your way back from the OB/GYN with the news the child you were carrying was a boy, and the baby name debate ramped up. 

For all the teasing, however, Marc was giddy. You can’t remember the last time you had seen him this happy and for this long. Marc wasn’t constantly grumpy anymore, not really, but to see him grinning and laughing for long periods of time was rare, even with how much better things have been for him. It was nice, seeing him this jovial. 

A particular gust of wind burst through, kicking up rocks and dirt against your bare legs, and Marc quickly pulled you into an alleyway to protect you from any debris flying in the air, positioning his body in front of yours as you were so delicate and precious that even the wind might break you. He had always been protective of you, but since telling him, Steven and Jake you were pregnant, it had only grown tenfold. The boys refused to hardly let you lift a finger, Steven insisting you were doing the hard work of growing a literal child, the least they could do was the dishes.

After the winds subsided for a moment, Marc muttered something about hailing a cab, then went to look you over, straightening out your dress and tucking your hair back in your hijab. “Why do we live somewhere with 70 mile per hour winds?” He grumbles, pulling a spare safety pin he always kept in his wallet for you, and fasting your head covering more securely to face the wind.

You look fondly at him, in turn securing his kippah to his hair as you plant a kiss on his nose. Since you began dating, Marc had found a new appreciation for the religion of his childhood, beginning to practice again in small ways, and although the idea of attending a temple still made him nervous, you were so happy to find him praying again. When he brought up thinking about wearing a kippah again like when he was younger, you encouraged him. Your religion was important to you, and you were thrilled to see him finding importance in his. You worshiped the same God, after all, and believed in many of the same principles and prophets. It was nice to have a common ground, a strong foundation in your marriage. Politically, people didn’t think it was possible for muslims and jews to be friends, let alone married, but you were determined to prove there were more commonalities than differences. Marc smiled at you softly, wondering how the hell you got so lucky. “You’re beautiful, eshgham” (My love)

You smile at the farsi term of endearment he had learned for you.“Thank you, zeeskeit” (Sweetness) You use the Yiddish word you learned for him in turn. You couldn’t help but be struck for the millionth time at how stunning he was, the large brown eyes, thick, dark hair, the slant of his curved nose, his strong jaw, he’s incredible… “What about something from both our religions?” 

“Hm?” Marc seemed confused at the sudden change back to baby names, then caught on. “Oh! You have something in mind, mammele?” (Little mother)

You give a little shrug. “Nothing yet, I just was thinking we share a lot of the same prophets, maybe there was a name in there somewhere that would go well with Randall for the middle name? Are there any particular stories or people you really like?” As soon as you two found out you were pregnant, you knew the middle name would be after his brother if it was a boy. Marc’s gaze held all the love in the world as he watched you. “Yeah, I think that’s a great idea, Elijah is nice, so is Moses. I like Moses a lot…” You knew why, of course. Moses freed the Jew’s from Egyption slavery, something he could relate too all to well with Khonshu. “I like Moses. In Arabic it’s Musa” Marc nodded, that boyish grin coming back to his face. “It’s Mosheh in Hebrew.” “We could name him Moses, and call him Musa or Mosheh like nicknames? So he can grow up knowing both parts of his culture? Would you like that?” You grew giddy at the idea of finally having a name for your son. A son, you were going to be a mother…

A wide smile split his face. “I like that a lot, it’s like the perfect combination of both of us… Moses Randall Spector…” Tentatively, Marc placed his hands on your growing belly.

“Moses Randall Spector” You said with a smile, interlacing your fingers with his over the baby bump as he embraced you, laying him head down on your shoulder, resting, like your were his shelter from the storm, his refuge, his safety.  “You’re gonna be a dad, Marc”

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[muslimhotties]

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[stillevann]

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[nektaarr]

One day i wanna be beautiful too. Not because i have a nice body or pretty clothes, but beacuse there is love written all over my face.

#i saw this group of young girls today and two of them were pregnant #and you could just see love all over them #how calm and pretty they where #just relaxing enjoying themselves #subhanallah #mashaallah tabarakallah #may Allah swt bless them and their kids #and if they’re not muslims may he guide them on the right path #🥺 #yxc

[vlindervin7]

my parents are forever my favourite subject in that if i ever write a novel they’re gonna be all over it there’s just no escaping it and i just have to accept it at this point

#my parents including my grandparents including my cousins etc etc #idk my dad just telling me abt my mum struggling with her identity between her strict muslim upbringing and a more ‘wild ?’ life when she #got pregnant with me and now me still kinda struggling with a lot of the same things even though we def don’t have the same upbringing #just ahhh there’s just so much #jasmine has thoughts

[ilmtest]

Does The Pregnant Woman Need to Fast?

It is reported from Nāfiʿ that he said: “A daughter of Ibn ʿUmar (may Allah be pleased with him) was married to a man from the (tribe of) Quraysh. ومن طريق عبيد الله عن نافع قال: " كانت بنت لابن عمر تحت رجل من قريش، She (the daughter of Ibn ʿUmar) was pregnant and was struck by thirst during (the fast of) Ramaḍān. وكانت حاملا، فأصابها عطش فى رمضان، So, Ibn ʿUmar ordered her to break (the fast) and feed a miskīn (ie: poor person) for every day (not fasted).” فأمرها ابن عمر أن تفطر وتطعم عن كل يوم مسكينا ". The chain is Ṣaḥīḥ. وإسناده صحيح. Muḥammad Nāṣir ʾl-Dīn al-Albānī, Irwāʾ al-Ġalīl fī Takhrīj Aḥādīth Manār al-Sabīl 4/20 محمد ناصر الدين الألباني، إرواء الغليل في تخريج أحاديث منار السبيل ٤/٢٠ https://shamela.ws/book/22592/1328 @ilmtest [https://t.me/ilmtest]

#islam #islaam #islamic #islaamic #muslim #salafi #salafiyyah #salaf #ramadan #ramadaan #fasting #fast #fatwa #hadith #hadeeth #ramadhan #ramadhaan #pregnancy #pregnant

[winteryserpent]

You know, I entirely get the transgender urge to want to see others like yourself in the wild and find your kinship out there, but I personally think it's really creepy to go up to a person and ask them personal questions about their bodies and gender identity. When I first came out as trans, whenever I came across a man shorter than me (I'm 5" 7') I would wonder if they were too a fellow trans man, but I never asked them because that would be an invasion of their privacy.

Also there are absolutely short cis men the same way there are tol cis women.

#i also don't ask people if they're pregnant #i had a co-worker who i figured was pregnant since she is an observant muslim and was eating during ramadan #but i also didn't ask her because it's her body and she'd announce it when she was ready #the office did give her an awesome baby shower though

[veiled-goddess-bastet]

Just me

#pregnancy #pregnant #mommytobe #babybelly #pregnant kink #fully veiled #niqab #niqabi #niqabstyle #veiled muslimah #pregnancy belly #pregnant beauty #rp #proud muslimah #muslimah #pregnant muslim #pregnant muslimah

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if I start giving some very *very* Christian family members religious pamphlets from non-Christian religions as gifts?

To be clear, I am writing this while firmly believing I'm NTA but I am angry and don't trust my own judgment too much right now.

Background and Players: My Son (19) was adopted out as a baby by his incubator behind (my husband, 40) his father's back. He was abandoned at 4 by his adopted family because of behavioral issues related to what his incubator was putting into her body while she was pregnant with him, and went into foster care with people I will call Amom and Adad. Adad is a pastor in his 90s and Amom is a pastor's wife in her 80s. When Son was 13 and I had been with Husband for 5ish years, we had been told (by someone from his incubator's family but we didn't know that at the time) he was non-verbal and "mentally an infant" and that trying to pull him out of the routine he had would just be incredibly harmful to him, so we had given up hope of finding him and having a relationship with him. We got a phone call one day, a worker who was looking for a medical history for Son. Husband spent close to 3 hours on the phone with her, answering questions and asking anything he could squeeze in. Turns out, we had been lied to about his mental health just... completely. He's impossible to shut up and he graduated high school last year despite, you know, *gestures vaguely at everything* and I am incredibly proud of him. Half an hour after that call ended, she called back and told us Son might be interested in meeting us, was it okay for her to pass on our contact info. A month later, Son, Amom, Adad, Husband and I were sitting in a restaurant together and a month after that we went to their place for a week to spend Christmas with them. This is when they informed us that they had finalized his legal adoption a couple of weeks earlier. 2 years after that, my QPP moved in with us, and another year later 16 year old Son asked if he could move in with us. He still does.

The Issue: Son wants a continuing relationship with Amom and Adad, but due to the previously mentioned substances used by his incubator, he has memory and time management issues so I have to regularly remind him to contact them. I have no problem doing this, but the contact we have had with them over the last few years has soured me on their company. I've got no problem reminding Son to contact them and organizing rides for him to visit (usually QPP and I driving him, the trip is a couple of hours each way) but I'd rather never speak to them myself if it can be avoided. It didn't start out this way, but over the years they have made it very clear that they don't respect anyone else's beliefs. Not just us, like there was one night where they were going off about some Danish surgeon saying publicly that he was Muslim first, Danish second, and they were trying to convince us to be terrified by that. The conversation ended awkwardly when Husband asked if Adad was Nationality or Christian first (because that's different you see). We have found books on the bookshelves in the guest room about how any kind of queerness at all is demonic possession, one of which they wrote. They talk about things like being sent on a mission by their god to save as many (and I hate that these are quotes) "brown heathen children" by making them Christians as possible (Son and his adopted siblings are all First Nations, Amom and Adad are as white as I am), or how Jewish people are evil for stopping Christians from claiming their suffering because "Jesus was a Jew so aren't all Christians also Jews?". Amom once spent a week trying to convince me to go to church with her and share the details of my childhood sexual abuse with the entire congregation because "it will show God you are ready to be forgiven". QPP is a shintoist and after they found that out, we started seeing more literature about the Japanese, specifically during WWII, around their house when we visited.

We have politely made it clear that we are not interested in Christianity, especially not their version. Multiple times. We thought it was finally over after Son had a meltdown at them at his graduation ceremony because he wanted JUST ONE conversation with them that wasn't about Jesus. He was in tears trying to explain that to them, and their response was to tell him he needed to come back to church so they could lay on hands and chase all the demons making him say these horrible disrespectful things to them out of him. He was supposed to stay with them for a few days to visit after that, but by the time I tracked him down and got him calm, he didn't want to go anymore. They seemed to stop after that, like they actually backed off and I think I got maybe 2 emails that didn't mention God or Jesus, not even a "God bless" in the sign off. We were optimistic. Son was late organizing it but we dropped him off (at his request, he's worried that Adad won't make it to next Christmas and wanted to see him) at their place on Boxing Day. We did not hang around, we did not send gifts, we didn't even reply to the Family Christmas Email (it had a video of a Jordan B Peterson rant embedded in it and I've told them before that we are not interested in anything that sack of hateful arrogance has to say please stop putting him in my inbox). We have done everything we can to make it clear that we do not want a relationship with them for ourselves, including outright directly telling them politely to their faces that we will not stop Son from seeing them but we don't feel comfortable around them and don't want a relationship with them for ourselves. Son came back with "gifts" from them - a study guide for a specific Bible book (I got John, Husband got Michael, QPP set his on fire before we saw who it was) and a bag of candy that looked like it came out of a thrift store (I got the same one they always get me, which I laughed off the first and second and third time and explained I couldn't stand them because my abuser used to give me one when he was done. Husband is diabetic and got York Patties. QPP actually got something decent though, $20 for gas).

I have managed to keep my "I'd rather you hadn't bothered actually" rantingvto Tumblr, which i don't think they even know exists, but I'm still pissed about the Bible crap as "gifts". I am considering changing tactics completely and being super friendly, mirroring their energy, and giving them the same treatment they've given us. I want to make excuses to visit so I can explain the finer points of shintoism and Celtic paganism in every single conversation. I want to give them books for gifts, books like The Tao of Pooh and The Gospel of The Flying Spaghetti Monster. I want to wrap cash in pamphlets about The Invisible Pink Unicorn and leave it on their fridge.

QPP and husband think I should give myself more time to calm down and just keep ignoring it and playing nice when I'm forced to play at all but like, IT'S BEEN 6 YEARS.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[muslimhotties]

Lana from Lebanon.

#muslim #arab #sexy #pretty #girl #pregnant

[tooquirkytolose]

Its Midnight Mass rewatch season and knowing that the people on the island that the congregation looks down on-

the muslim man, the unmarried pregnant woman, the lesbian, the drunk driver, the adulterer-

that these are the only people who get given the choice of vampirism and wholly reject it, the only ones who possess enough moral backbone to see how wrong and fucked up the whole situation is, out of an entire island of good little god fearing catholics???

Mike flanagan i am shaking you by the shoulders i am screaming directly in your face i am tearing my fucking hair out

#midnight mass #juxtaposed with holier than thou Big Bitch bev keane clinging to it immediately #like!!! the ones the community thought of as not good people where the only ones with a clear sense of right and worng!!! AAHHHHH

[sayruq]

Though the Indian government has treaded cautiously, the country’s Right Wing ecosystem, which has a robust social media presence, has wasted little time in deciding its stand on the present conflict. Sharing borders with Muslim countries that they perceive as hostile, and having a Muslim minority population at home, India and Israel mirror each others’ demographic anxieties. In the last 10 years of the Hindu-nationalist BJP’s rule in India, this anxiety has transformed into rampant Islamophobia and communal hatred visible in almost every sphere of life. In 41% of all the fact checks that Alt News did in 2022, the target of misinformation/disinformation was Muslims. The ongoing conflict has provided the Right Wing with an opportunity to amplify that Islamophobia. Consequently, the massacre of Palestinians — an overwhelming majority of whom are Muslims (see here and here) — by Israel in the wake of the October 7 Hamas attack has found strong support among the Hindu Right. A large share of tweets with the hashtag #IStandWithIsrael came from Indian users and thousands of Indian accounts added the flag of Israel next to their X handles.

#yemen #jerusalem #tel aviv #current events #palestine #free palestine #gaza #free gaza #news on gaza #palestine news #news update #war news #war on gaza #india

[haveyoureadthispoll]

A queer hijabi Muslim immigrant survives her coming-of-age by drawing strength and hope from stories in the Quran in this daring, provocative, and radically hopeful memoir. When fourteen-year-old Lamya H realizes she has a crush on her teacher--her female teacher--she covers up her attraction, an attraction she can't yet name, by playing up her roles as overachiever and class clown. Born in South Asia, she moved to the Middle East at a young age and has spent years feeling out of place, like her own desires and dreams don't matter, and it's easier to hide in plain sight. To disappear. But one day in Quran class, she reads a passage about Maryam that changes everything: when Maryam learned that she was pregnant, she insisted no man had touched her. Could Maryam, uninterested in men, be . . . like Lamya? From that moment on, Lamya makes sense of her struggles and triumphs by comparing her experiences with some of the most famous stories in the Quran. She juxtaposes her coming out with Musa liberating his people from the pharoah; asks if Allah, who is neither male nor female, might instead be nonbinary; and, drawing on the faith and hope Nuh needed to construct his ark, begins to build a life of her own--ultimately finding that the answer to her lifelong quest for community and belonging lies in owning her identity as a queer, devout Muslim immigrant. This searingly intimate memoir in essays, spanning Lamya's childhood to her arrival in the United States for college through early-adult life in New York City, tells a universal story of courage, trust, and love, celebrating what it means to be a seeker and an architect of one's own life.

#book: hijab butch blues #author: lamya h. #genre: lgbt #genre: memoir #genre: non fiction #year: 2020s