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tommyboykaulitz · 10 months

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Bam Margera X Reader

Author notes-This is the longest one Ive wrote so just bare with me. There is smut at the end if you are just here for that but this also happens to be my favorite on yet. So enjoy

Warning-Abuse(Not from Bam), and smut(at the end)

Description-Your father is abusive and you decide to stand up to him. When you do Bam, Steve-O, Rabb, and Knox decide to have you move in with them.

HELP

It’s one minute pass the time I’m supposed to be home. I walk to the door and think of an excuse. The door swings open as he pulls me inside.

“WHY THE HELL ARE YOU LATE?” he throws me inside, knocking me to the ground.

“What the hell Dad? I’m a minute late,” I stand up and argue back. I feel a burn in my right cheek.

“DON’T YOU EVER TALK BACK TO ME YOU BITCH.” He grips my arm as he yells in my face.

“Back the fuck off you dick,” he punch him as hard as can. Fuck. I brace myself, knowing I’m going to get my shit rocked. I feel another burn on my face. This time my eye, and a lot harder. He punched me in the stomach, easier to hide it that way. He throws me back to the ground.

“Go to your fucking room. I don’t want to see you.” I turn around and run up the stairs.

“I FUCKING HATE YOU!” I scream at the top of my lungs before slamming the door. Grabbing my pepper spray thinking he was going to come upstairs. I hear the front door slam and walk to my window. He gets in his car and drives away. I’m going to get it tomorrow.

I don’t even want to see the damage. I get changed, avoiding looking at my body or face, and slide into bed.

Ow. The pain of last night still lingers on my body as I wake up. I go to my closet and pick something to wear. I small shirt and blue jeans, exposing the small of my back and stomach. I walk into my bathroom and see the bruises. There huge, I can’t let anyone see them.

I go back to the closet and grab Bams blue hoodie and a pair of sweats. I walk back in the bathroom. A massive bruise sits on my right cheek and left eye. Shit. I grab my big sunglasses, not wanting to put on any makeup. I try to sneak downstairs when I hear him in the kitchen. I walk fast for the door.

“Get the fuck over here Y/N,” I walk over to him. He grabs my face firmly, theres going to be more marks. “Don’t you fucking tell people I hurt you, you fell in the shower. Got it?”

“Whatever,” I sigh, trying to walk over to the door. He squeezes, his grip on my face getting tighter.

“I said, got it?”

“Yes Dad. Can I go now?” his grip loosens as he shoves my face away. I grab my keys and leave. I start to drive to school before looking in my mirror. His handprint slightly lingering upon my face. “Jesus” I sit in my car until they start fading.

I hear a group of laughter. I look up and see a group of boys walking away from the school. Johnny, Bam, Steve-O, and Rabb. I honk my horn trying to get their attention. Nobody looks. “Hey Jackass!” I scream out my window and Bams head whips around. His fave lights up as he jogs to my car.

“Hey baby,” he plants and big messy kiss on my lips.

“Hi, where y’all going?” the rest of the boys gathering by my car. Johnny leaning against the hood.

“We don’t know yet, just going to smoke and drink probably,” he wraps his arms around my waist before trying to take my glasses. I swat his hand away.

“Get in,” I get back in the car. “What the hell are y’all waiting for. Get the fuck in.”

They all shuffle in. Johnny and Bam fighting for the front seat before Bam gets in the seat behind me. Touching my hair and whispering in my ear. “So, what happened last night?”

“Nothing,” Lie. I hate lying to Bam but I have to. I see my Dads car and slouch down behind the wheel. He saw me. My phone rings and it’s him. Dammit.

“Hello?”

“Why the fuck aren’t you at school?”

“It’s a late start today.” Lie. I don’t know why I tried. I know what’s going to come either way. Truth or not.

“Take your friends to school and get home. Now!”I bust a u-turn and drop them back off at school.

“Keep me updated, I love you.” Bam kisses me before walking towards his car.

“I love you too,” I head back home.

“WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE! SKIPPING SCHOOL! REALLY?” He yells in my face, spitballs hitting my skin with every word.

“It was a late start Dad. I was going to get food with my bo-“ I hesitate “with my friends.” His face goes red.

“YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND?!” He whips off his belt and wraps it around his hand. “WHICH ONE OF THOSE HOODRATS IS IT? THE CURLY HAIRED ONE?”

“No Dad. I’m not dating any of th-“ He punches me.

“STOP FUCKING LYING TO ME!” he punches again. “WHO IS IT?”

“IT’S NONE OF THEM! AND EVEN IF IT WAS WHY DO YOU CARE? ALL YOU DO HIS HIT ME I’M NOTHING TO YOU.”

Another punch this time knocking me down. He doesn’t feel any remorse, I can tell. He falls to the ground with me pinning me to the ground and punching. I slam my knee up, hitting him in the groin before running to my room. I slam the door and reach under my bed. He swings the door open, breaking one of the hinges. I grab my bat as he hits me again. I bring it up and he backs off a bit. He scooches back as I swing at him. Breaking my mirror.

“WHAT THE HELL Y/N,” he’s scared now. “CALM DOWN! IT’S NOT THAT SERIOUS!” I swing again, hitting his arm as I hear a bone crunch. He falls to his knees in pain. I jump over him and down the stairs. I sprint to my car before racing to school.

Bam is still in his car as I pull up beside him. Knoxville looks up grinning. “Your princess is back,” he says, nudging Bams arm. Everyone files out the car and over to mine. My hands still gripping the steering wheel with my head resting on them, wheezing for air. Bam knocks on my window startling me, he looks worried as I realize I don’t have my glasses on. I fall out of the car and clutch onto him.

“Help,” the only word that seem to fall out of my mouth. He holds me as I start crying.

“What happened Y/N?”

“It’s my Dad, since he stopped drinking…” I pause catching my breath. “He got very abusive.” I pull my shirt up revealing my bruises on my stomach and my collar down showing more. He gasps as his eyes start to water.

“Oh my god, baby. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“He made me promise I wouldn’t. I didn’t want to upset him. It would just lead to more.” I hug him trying to calm him down.

“No. Your staying with me until this gets situated. I’ll call Social Services now,” he tries to pull out his phone but I snatch it away.

“No, I’ve tried that. He knows his way around the system. The more I try the harder he hits.” He snatches his phone back and walks away. I know he’s calling them and I start crying, leaning on my car door. Rabb walks up to me and hugs me.

“Come on Y/N stay with us. It’s fun there, and I promise I won’t have as many girls around every night. Just for you.” He winks at me trying to make me laugh. I look up to him and giggle.

“Fine. Since you ask so nicely, I will.” I wipe my eyes wincing at the pressure on my eye. Steve-O walks over.

“Oh-em-ge we can have so much fun together. We can like totally have pillow fights and paint each others nails and oh we can’t forget about the braid train.” We all laugh. If anyone knew how to make a dim situation funny it’s him. Bam walks back over.

“Ok so I called them and they said that you can stay with us and they will send someone over to the house next Monday. We will take you to the mall today to get you some clothes. Your not going back to that house.” he hugs me again, this time holding me.

“Ok, thank you guys, I love you.”

You all get into your cars. Bam gets into the drivers seat of your car, placing his hand on your thigh. While the rest of the guys get into his. “Don’t fucking crash my car Knox.”

“No promises,” he shouts back before driving off. His iconic laugh following right after.

“Bam I think I should stay at the school.”

“No Y/N we gotta go get you some clothes. Our treat and I gotta make room in my closet for you.” I never realized how protective he can be until now.

“Ok baby.” I pull his hand up and kiss it.

We walk into the mall and everyones about to go their separate ways. “Do you guys even know her sizes.”

“No Bam, but we know our women so everything will fit. Trust us.”

“Ok its your money man,” Rabb walks into Hot Topic, Knox into Victoria’s Secret, Steve-O into Juicy, and Bam grabs my hand. “Where do you want to go my love?”

I blush at that. My love. I’m not use to people being so sweet. “I don’t know. You pick.” We grips my hand tighter and runs down the mall pulling me with him. We go to almost every store, before meeting back with the boys at the food court. We have around 5 bags from different stores, Steve-O with 4, Rabb with 2, and Johnny with 2 big handfuls of bags. “Really Knox?” I look down at his hands laughing.

“What? I didn’t know what ones I mean you would want. And I had to do some shopping for Bam.” he winks at Bam, everyone starts laughing.

You get back to the apartment and are met with a huge living room. “Wow”

“It’s a bit messy right now. Steve-O threw one of his sick house parties last night. I swear it’s never like this.”

“Oh I don’t care about the mess, your place is huge man.” Bam walks in after everyone else.

“Correction. Our place. Come on I’ll show you our room.” I follow him to the room. It’s twice the size your room was. “Welcome to your new room.” He places his bags on the table beside his dresser, throwing the mess on the ground. I walk into the bathroom and see a pile of dirty clothes.

“Bam, whens the last time you did your laundry,” I ask chuckling. He walks up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder.

“I don’t know, 2 weeks ago?” I laugh shoving him away.

“BAM?!”

“What? Do you think I stink?” He laughs lifting his arm towards me. He pulls me in and kisses me. “God how did I end up with someone as sexy ass you?”

“Oh my god shut up. I got a black eye and look like shit,” I chuckle pushing him away. “But… I don’t know. I am kinda cute aren’t I?” I wrap my arms around his neck, looking in his eyes.

“Ok love birds come on. Y/N your gonna have the house to yourself for a little bit. We’re going back to the school so you can get settled.” Rabb grabs Bam by his collar and pulls him away from me.

~( i know this is long but trust me, your gonna love it)~

I walk around the house choosing where I’m going to start cleaning. I wonder back to our room and start there. Gathering all of Bams dirty clothes into a pile. I thought it was going to be mostly his clothes but I guess not. I get super hot and decide to try on some of the new clothes. I reach into the VS bag and pull out a pair of black lacy panties and try them on. Perfect fit. Well look at you Knox. I find one of the Spencers bags and find an oversize Jackass shirt. Of course. I giggle before putting it on.

I find Bams radio and turn it on, full blast as I start on cleaning. Taking his clothes to the wash, throwing away trash, cleaning the furniture, and vacuuming. Before I knew it, it was time for the second load of laundry. I walk back into the room and make the bed before putting my clothes away.

Bam- Hey baby, how u doin?

Me-fine I cleaned up the room a lil

Bam-O u didnt have 2 do that

Me-it fine. wen u cumin back home

Bam- y?

Bam- awww u miss me that much

Me-(sexy pic)

Bam-DONT MOVE IM OMW

Me- oki

I set my phone back on the table and wait.

I hear the keys in the door and before I could run to the door Bam runs up to me. Picking me up and kisses me while carrying me to our room. He lays me down on the bed and undoes his buckle. Kissing my neck while we shimmy out of our clothes. I rip off my shirt while he takes his off. I slam my lips back to his as his fingers rush to my back, unclasping my bra.

He looks down at my body in admiration before laying me down on my back. He slides two fingers in me with no warning. I gasp at the feeling. “Wow baby, hardly done anything and your already wet.” I pull him done to me by his neck kissing him.

“Just fuck me,” he kisses my neck before sliding into me. I moan feeling him fill me. He slowly thrusts his hips, kissing down my neck to my chest. Slowly kissing each breast as he picks up his pace. I buck my hips in hopes that he goes faster, but he’s to focused on my breasts. I pull his face up with my hands. “Bam, baby, faster” I whisper in his ear and kiss the lobe. Knowing its one of his turn ons.

His pace starts to race as he leans over me, I look into his eyes. Panting I pull him damn to my neck, as he’s sucking my neck my nails dig into his back. He winces. I feel a knot slowly start to form in my stomach. I moan in his ear, his biggest turn on. “Fuck baby-uh- I’m close.” I flip him over, planting my hands on his chest as my head tilts back in pleasure. “Me too baby,” I pick up the pace, bouncing on him as he bucks up his hips. His hands resting on my hips.

“I’m close baby,” I moan. One of his hands leaves my hip falling down to my clit. He rubs circles around it and we both reach out climax. He moans as my nails dig into his chest. Leaving scratches across his chest as the most pornographic moan falls out of my mouth. I lean down on his chest and kiss him. He flips me over and pulls out of me, as I whimper from the empty feeling he walks to the bathroom. He comes back to the room with a damp towel and a glass of water.

He kneels down in front of me, opening my legs as he hands me the water. “Thank you Y/N, I love you,” he starts to clean me up as I chug the water.

“I love you too baby,” after he cleans me he walks to the dresser to grab me some new clothes. “Oh fuck. Sorry baby,” I walk over to him tracing the scars on his chest and back with my hands. He turns around and looks down at his chest.

“What for? Just proves you enjoyed it.” He chuckles as he puts the clothes everyone bought on me.

END

Lmk if yall want another one like this

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wammbam · 2 years

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i remember at the end of the semester, before i started my job, i stayed up until 4 am downloading viva la bam episodes; it was the highlight of the start of summer

#jackass #bam margera #ryan dunn #brandon dicamillo #rabb himself #i love them #viva la bam

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bullet-prooflove · 2 months

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Sleepless: Harmon 'Harm' Rabb x Reader

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References to upcoming Nick Torres fic 'Right Place, Right Time'

Everyone has a case that gets to them, one that claws it’s way into your thoughts, keeps you up at night. Harm’s had a few of them over the years, he knows what it’s like to lose yourself, become obsessed, which is why he recognises the behaviour in you.

You’ve barely been home over the past couple of days and when you are, you’re irritable, distracted. You pick at your food before excusing yourself so you can dig through the boxes in the garage, the ones the two of you haven’t managed to unpack yet. He tries to help but you shoo him away. You need space, he guesses and for the first time in the history of your relationship he goes to bed without you.

It's a couple of hours later that he wakes up, he reaches for you only to find you’re not there. The sheets are cold and there’s no indentation in your pillow. He checks the time on his phone.

3:45am.

You haven’t been to bed yet.

He finds you at your desk in the lounge, your head in your hands as you study the dog-eared notebook in front of you, the one with the faded ink and messy handwriting.

“Savanna.” He says quietly, his large hands coming to rest on your shoulders. His thumbs chase over the nape of your neck, massaging the space where you hold all your tension. “Sweetheart, come to bed.”

“I can’t, I’ve got to get through these notes.” You mutter, your fingertips massaging your temples.

“How many times have you re-read the same page?” He asks you, his lips brushing over the back of your head.

Your silence speaks volumes. He sighs as he crouches down in front of your chair, altering the trajectory until the two of you are face to face. You won’t meet his eyes, your head is tilted away, your jaw clenched. He can sense there’s something going on underneath the surface, something you’re not telling him. It prickles at you like a barb scratching at your skin

“Talk to me.” He says quietly, using his fingertips to guide your gaze back to his. “What is it about this case that’s keeping you up?”

He can see the exhaustion in your features, the dark circles, the red rimmed eyes. Your complexion is stark, pale. It’s been a long time since he’s seen you like this, not since the shooting back in LA.

“I was the lead on this one, ten years ago.” You tell him, your palm coming to rest flat upon the notepad. “It was my first assignment after the separation, Robbie was fighting the divorce, everything was messy…”

“You’re worried you missed something.” He says knowingly.

“I didn’t give it my full attention.” You admit, toying with the sleeve of your sweater. “I thought she’d deserted, I didn’t think we’d find her in an unmarked grave almost a decade later.”

You haven’t given him the details of the case not until now but he’s seen flickers of it on the news. A mass grave found in a contractor’s yard, six women including a naval officer in various stages of decomp.

“Her sister works for the Cold Case Unit in the basement, her reaction when Nick told her…” You trail off, your lips pursing together grimly. “I don’t blame her for giving it to me with both barrels.”

“She’s grieving.” He says softly, his forehead coming to rest upon yours. “Sometimes as investigators we don’t have the experience, the knowledge to make the pieces fit.”

“I just want to make it right.” You whisper.

He understands that drive, he’d had it after Diane had murdered. He hadn’t been there when she’d needed it and it made him feel culpable. He had run himself into the ground on that case, he couldn’t see what was right in front of him until years later when he’d finally confronted her killer.

“You can’t do that if you can’t function.” He reminds you before he gently tugs you to your feet. “You need to rest, get some sleep.”

“Just a couple hours.” You concede, his fingers entwining with yours as he leads you towards the bedroom.

“Uh huh.” He says non-committedly as he draws back the covers for you.

Harm has no intention of setting the alarm. You’ll sleep for as long as you need to. You’ll be spitting mad when you do wake up but in this case it’s better to ask for forgiveness instead of permission. He doesn’t want you out there, hunting down a killer if you aren’t at your best.

He climbs into bed alongside of you, gathering you up in his arms and you tuck yourself against him. Already he can feel you settling, the tension slipping from your body. His lips brush over your forehead as he whispers.

“Goodnight sweetheart.”

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asma-al-husna · 1 month

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Allah calls Himself Ar-Rabb— The Lord, the Master— on more than 900 occasions in the Quran. Ar-Rabb is the only one who truly takes care of the whole creation, nourishing it in the most perfect way. He is the one who created us, who sustains us, who fosters and regulates all beings from the earliest state to that of the highest perfection!

The Lord, the Master, the Creator and Nurturer

Rabb comes from the root raa-baa-baa, which points to three main meanings. The first main meaning is to be lord, owner, or master. The second main meaning is to take care of, nourish, sustain, and provide for, and the third is to raise or bring up.

This root appears 980 times in the Quran in four derived forms. Examples of these forms are rabbee (“my Lord”), al rabaaniyoona (“the Rabbis”), and ribbiyyoona (“religious scholars”).

Linguistically, Rabb is a term used for the owner (maalik), the master (as-sayyid), the one who takes care of, sustains, nourishes (al-qayyoom), and provides or takes care of everything (ar-razzaaq). [Lisan al-Arab by ibn Mandhoor].

The word tarbiyyah is also derived from the same root, and it means to take care of. It is often used to indicate how we bring up and nurture our children.

Rabb is also used with an adjective to refer to people, indicating the “master” or the one who is obeyed, for example rabb ud daar— the master of the house. Only Allah is Ar-Rabb; He is the true and complete owner of everything in existence and the only one who takes care, nourishes, and fosters everything that exists through every stage of existence.

Ar-Rabb Himself says: . . . [All] praise is [due] to Allah, Lord of the worlds [Quran, 1:2] . . .And [mention, O Muhammad], when your Lord said to the angels, Indeed, I will make upon the earth a successive authority . . . [Quran, 2:30] and . . . At that, Zechariah called upon his Lord, saying, My Lord, grant me from Yourself a good offspring. Indeed, You are the Hearer of supplication. [Quran, 3:38]

The Tawheed of Lordship

One of the types of tawheed a true Muslim should believe in and live by is tawheed ar-ruboobiyyah, the Oneness of Allah’s Lordship. This means that you affirm Allah is one and unique in His actions. Examples are creation, controlling affairs, provision, giving life and death, and sending down rain. It is firmly believing that only Allah nourishes and sustains and that no other being can do the things Allah ‘azza wa jall does.

For example the Mushrikeen among whom the Prophet salallahu ‘alayhi wa sallam was sent did not disagree with this type of tawheed; they affirmed it in general terms. Allah Ar-Rabb says: And indeed if you ask them: Who has created the heavens and the earth? They will surely say: The All-Mighty, the All-Knower created them. [Quran, 43:9] However they did not affirm tawheed of worship and divinity (tawheed ul uloohiyyah), and worshipped idols.

Only affirming the Lordship of Allah is not sufficient for someone to be a true Muslim; you must also affirm what is implied by this— the oneness of the divinity of Allah— and thus devote your worship to Allah alone!

How Can You Live By This Name?

1. Feel it when you say “Rabb-il-‘Alameen.”

In your five prayers, you recite surah Al-Fatiha seventeen times a day, and which ayah do you recite as part of this opening surah? Alhamdulillahi Rabb-il-‘Alameen– All praise and thanks are to the Lord of the Worlds. Next time you say this, feel the greatness of your Rabb and imagine He is not only the Rabb of the world of humans, but also the Rabb of the angels, jinns, and all the galaxies, and He takes care of everything in existence 24/7. Let this increase your love, fear and hope in Him each time you say “Rabb-il-‘Alameen!”

Did you also notice that in each prayer, in each rukoo’, you say ‘subhana rabbiyal-‘adheem’ and in each sujood ‘subhana rabbiyal-‘alaa’? Each time you say these beautiful phrases of remembrance, truly remember that Allah is your Rabb. Each prayer is filled with this beautiful name!

2. Live by tawheed ar-ruboobiyyah.

Realize what tawheed ur-ruboobiyyah means in your daily life and really live by the fact only Allah is your Lord, Provider, and Sustainer. How many times do we turn to other people instead of Allah for our needs, when we have to make certain decisions? So when you or others are in ill health or afraid to sacrifice in the path of Allah, know that only Ar-Rabb can give life and death. When you are worried and distressed, know that only Ar-Rabb can bring benefit and ward off harm, and when you need something, know that only He answers prayers.

3. Use the “Rabbanaa” supplications from the Quran.

The most comprehensive and beautiful supplications can be found in the Quran and Sunnah, made by the prophets, messengers and pious before us. In the Quran you can find a selection of supplications starting with Rabbanaa, our Lord, or Rabbee, my Lord.

Use them in your daily life and memorize these Quranic dua which cover a wide range of topics. You can read and listen to them here.

A beautiful example is the supplication to make for the parents: And lower to them the wing of humility out of mercy and say, “My Lord, have mercy upon them as they brought me up [when I was] small.” [Quran, 17:24]

4. Trust in your Lord.

Know that Ar-Rabb takes care of you in all situations and trust in all His actions because they are good for you. Take inspiration from this beautiful ayah: [Moses] said, “No! Indeed, with me is my Lord; He will guide me. [Quran, 26:62]

Wallahu ta’alaa ‘alem.

O Allah, Ar-Rabb, we know that You are our Lord, Master and Sustainer. Adorn us with a firm belief in and acting upon the Oneness of Your Lordship and aid us to call upon You in the best ways, described in Your Book and the sunnah of the Prophet salallahu ‘alayhi wa sallam. Beautify us with trust in You and contentment with all of Your actions, ameen!

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lightup0nlight · 3 months

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Do you remember the story in Surah al-Kahf, where the rich owner of the two gardens boasted his success to his friend, saying: “I am greater than you in wealth and superior in manpower”? Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala recorded the friend’s response in the following aayat:

🌺 ❛Perhaps my Rabb will grant me [something] better than your garden, and send down upon your garden a thunderbolt from the sky, turning it into a barren waste. Or its water may sink [into the earth], and then you will never be able to seek it out.❜ 【Surah al-Kahf 18:40-41】

Some scholars said that the poor friend was so hurt by the arrogance of his rich friend, that he handed his grief and sorrow to Allah in du'a, and said the words in the aayat above. What happened next?

🌺 ❛And so all his (i.e. the owner of the two gardens) produce was [totally] ruined, so he started to wring his hands for all he had spent on it, while it had collapsed on its trellises…❜ 【Surah al-Kahf 18:42】

So be afraid of the du’a of the people whom we’ve wronged, because Allah will answer their supplications either sooner or later. One of the frightening things about Allah’s punishment is that sometimes Allah punishes the wrongdoer without him realizing it. A person may have wronged someone many years ago, but the effects of his sins were only felt 20, 30 years later, and he would attribute the hardship that he suffered as something natural, not realizing that it was because of his past oppression. Allah allows a person to experience istidraj, until one day he finds himself in ruins.

So do not intentionally wrong people, and take ownership of your transgression. If the oppressed raises his hands in du’a to Allah against us, we will be ruined. And even if Allah does not give his retribution in this dunya, the consequences in the akhirah are much more severe. Allah says:

🌺 ❛And never think that Allah is unaware of what the wrongdoers do. He only delays them for a Day when eyes will stare (in horror).❜ 【Surah Ibrahim 14:42】

May Allah protect us from wronging others, and being wronged by others.

Your sister in Deen, Aida Msr ©

#qur'an reflections #salafiyyah #surah al kahf #islamic reminders

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lazyrants · 7 days

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The Great Crystal Caper (prod 105)

Original airdate: August 18, 2004

Story by Magnus Scheving, Mani Svavarrson

Written by Noah Zachary, Micheal Rabb, Magnus Scheving

Directed by Magnus Scheving, Steve Feldman

Executive producers - Magnus Scheving, Ragnheidur Melsted, Raymond P. Le Gue, Mark Read, Brown Johnson, Kay Wilson Stallings

Starring Magnus Scheving, Stefan Karl Steffanson, Julianna Rose Mauriello

Puppeteers - Ronald Binion, Gudmondor Thor Karason, Jodi Eichelberger, David Matthew Feldman, Julie Westwood, Amanda Maddock

Crystal Caper is the fourth episode of LazyTown. Sportacus' crystal gets swiped and everyone in LazyTown is looking for it. With plot twists, you'll never believe who took it, and you'll never believe who "found" it!

The episode begins with Sportacus flipping his water bottle around then chugging it all up in two seconds. What a promising start. Anyways, after drinking it, Sportacus' crystal beeps. That dang cat is up on the tree again. Sportacus saves him like usual, but what's the best part is that he does a frontflip up in the air and grabs the tree branch, holds the cat with one hand then jumps off. Couldn't he just have used a ladder..?

Ziggy has seen the whole thing and is talking to it about his friends while trying to imitate Sportacus. Sportacus is right behind him, though. This also happened with Piper in the Power Play Summer promo, so it's not very funny anymore. Anyways, everyone wonders how he did it, and he shows them the crystal.

Everyone's amazed by it, especially Stingy.. a bit too amazed. He asks Sportacus to keep it, but he says the following "You want it, but I need it." Stingy is for no reason at all offended then he starts going on and on about how he's going to look at HIS stuff and drive HIS car. All in all a very funny performance from Jodi Eichelberger (voice and puppeteer of Stingy). Stephanie tells Stingy not to be mad, but Trixie calls him a big baby. Stingy drives on a road that had a hole on the middle of it and Sportacus has to save him.. by covering up the hole with his body himself, resulting in Stingy driving over Sportacus. Many like to re-edit this scene to their liking, but I think it's funny just the way it is.

Sportacus' crystal falls off, and he doesn't notice, but Stingy does. He decides to tell Sportacus about it, but he instead ends up thanking him. "Oh, Sportacus needs this to save the lives of the citizens of our town? Meh, imma steal it!" Stingy considers keeping it for a few seconds, minutes, then hours.

In the lair, Robbie recieves a letter from a library saying he needs to pay $600.03 for an overdue book. He doesn't even read the whole thing and throws it away. I think we've all wanted to do that at one point. Oh, the life of being a villain.

In the airship, Sportacus jumps and flips into the airpod (for the record, the editors reused clips in which he OBVIOUSLY HAS THE CRYSTAL ON) and then realises the crystal is gone.

He goes to the town hall where Bessie and Milford are and asks Milford to see if anything about him his different. His guesses are - "You've grown a mustache", "Your muscles are bigger", and "Your crystal is missing". Sometimes I wonder how a man as dumb as Milford got to be the mayor of a town. But, in all honestly, it doesn't take a genius to manage a town with only eight citizens.. well, nine, if you count the cat.

Milford announces a reward for anyone who finds the crystal, being one wish. Then proceeds a montage. Bessie rings up the phone of every single person in town (including people who live out of town, and Robbie), and Pixel makes some posters. We now know that everyone in LazyTown has a phone. Everyone looks for the crystal, including Sportacus.. and for some reason, a new shot looking over for the (tiny) crystal on his ladder that wasn't seen in any other episodes has him WITH THE CRYSTAL.

Robbie isn't looking for the crystal and is enjoying every second that the crystal is lost. He finds a poster over the telescope and has the idea that if he wins the reward, he will get a wish, and he will use it to make Sportacus leave town FOREVER! (ever, ever, ever, ever..) Anyways, we're now with Stingy and he is in his car. He worries that they will notice he has the crystal, then he becomes too confident and decides to have it for a whole month. That whole month could bring LazyTown to shambles. Robbie is in his lair and has a lot of shiny things, which he uses to make a fake crystal that doesn't do anything. Stingy is now using the crystal as a hood ornament. Let's just hope he doesn't get into a car crash. While the gang are looking for it, he comes to town to show everyone the "crystal" he "found". Honestly, a pretty good plan.

Stephanie's suspicious of the whole thing, but then she realises that if Robbie Rotten can change then anything can happen. Then they do a whole song-and-dance routine about it, with multiple shots that would become iconic and recognized with the online fandom. Once it ends, Robbie just wants his wish, but Stephanie is getting ahead of herself, wanting to host a party (which they do, but she's going crazy on details) See, if any of the kids did it, nobody would care. Once a good person does something good, nobody cares. Once a bad person does something good, they're suddenly the most amazing person in history. Anyways, Sportacus says they have to tell Milford. He puts the stage up (last seen in Defeeted) but Robbie is annoyed. He just wanted the prize.

However, during his monologue, he falls into the hole that almost killed Stingy. How did that get there? Did he dig it? Nobody has fixed that since 3 episodes? Anyways, while climbing back up, he looks up only to see Stingy driving his car on the road. He then notices the real crystal on Stingy's hood. Ka-ching! They make a deal - Stingy gives Robbie the crystal, and Robbie in exchange gives him something expensive. They organize a meeting at the treehouse.

Robbie is still in the hole, and he starts talking about his smartness and how he scares himself. However, he screams because the cat at the beginning of the episode was crawling on his legs. LOL!

Sportacus is sitting on a bench and Stephanie comes up to him. Sportacus looks a bit concerned, he reveals to Stephanie that he has a feeling. Sportacus says it's nothing.

Stingy is glorifying the crystal in his treehouse alone. Robbie comes up to him with a stack of comic books, coins all over the world "including Iceland!", and a coffee cup with the map of Texas on it.

While it's tempting (I'd have accepted at the word 'comic'), Stingy says he can't do it. Robbie tells Stingy he'll snitch about the crystal, but he declines. Robbie says he's in deep trouble. (foreshadowing much..??) Money, comics and a cup! It woulda taken me all my strength to decline. Robbie throws the ladder away after he leaves the treehouse.

The real crystal beeps, and Stingy realizes that he is in trouble. He yells for help as loud as he can. At the award ceremony, Robbie is trying to grant his wish for Sportacus to leave town, but Stephanie hears the yells of Stingy and Sportacus' crystal doesn't beep, he then realises the one Robbie gave him was fake! It wouldn't have taken a genius, it didn't have the same glow as the real one. He confronts Robbie and goes to save Stingy.

Stingy is waving his underpants on a stick around hoping someone will notice, and then Sportacus comes to the rescue! Sportacus puts the ladder back and carries Stingy out. The footage of Stingy thanking Sportacus has actually been taken from Welcome to LazyTown after Sportacus saves him from flying off the seesaw. However, this episode was filmed before that one, meaning that Welcome to LazyTown is the episode that re-used footage. Now we know that the seesaw is right next to the treehouse... pretty bad placing if you ask me.

Sportacus takes Stingy to the ceremony to give the crystal back and he also tells Stingy that what you're doing affect others as well. Stingy says that his wish is to never take anything that doesn't belong to him.. and to own that stack of comic books Robbie bribed him with. Nah, just kidding. But if I was Stingy I would say that. Anyways, they celebrate by performing Bing Bang (the footage in this episode's Bing Bang was reused multiple times throughout Season 1), and Trixie kisses Stingy (on the neck) I never liked that bit. Not because I'm an immature boy who thinks romance is icky and stuff, but because it doesn't really fit in a show like LazyTown, and with eight year old characters.

In Robbie's lair, he is sent flying in his chair, along with the comics, coins and mug. He takes a sip of the mug and gags. In the uncut version (which has not been found), he says that it 'Tastes like oil'! It was cut out by Bush Administration because it was accused of propaganda against the US (the elections were going on at the time of filming).

I really liked this episode a lot! It offers the spotlight on a character other then Stephanie or Sportacus, and it does it pretty well. Funny dialogue, good song, but using reused shots that had the crystal in it in an episode that was centered about Sportacus losing the crystal is just a mind numbing move. It's ridiculous.

If you have the time, watch it. It's pretty good.

9/10

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Homeless in Hylewood

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Welcome to Hylewood, it’s a wonderful little town set on an island, out of the way of the urban rush, and great for people to get away from it all...

…but not when you’re the first group of people to ever set foot in this place.

After putting in their twenty in the service of the people of the United States of America, this little group decided to uproot everything they knew and head for the hills…er…island. This cute little island off the coast.

Captain Harmon Rabb Jr., United States Navy, former aviator and judge advocate decided to pool his money with his old RAG buddy, Admiral Tosh “Animal” Nakamura who even at his advanced age; he’d completed thirty years in the Navy and was still single, was still a strapping individual and muscular.

Animal’s former XO, now with eagles herself, Captain Kimberly-Anne “Jugs” Benton had also retired after serving her twenty and pitched in her investment money.

Harm had gotten his best friend, Mac to join in with some of her money and after not having heard from one Meg Austin for quite some time, she had popped back up, asking after Tosh and his whereabouts. Harm’d let her in on their little venture with a bit of a discount on her cut – she was a friend after all…and a friend in need… Needless to say, Mac was not pleased. But then again, when was that Marine ever pleased about anything?

Well, evidently, they got smoked…good. Because all the talk about cabins from the owner vanished once he’d gotten a hold of the money. He’d signed over the deed by himself at the city hall and sent the papers over by courier…

…and promptly amscrayed to the Bahamas presumably, which meant that they were completely pee out of luck. They had a property…and no cabins. Needless to say, it was a big property and one that could potentially be developed, but unfortunately, as far as they were concerned, they were out in the cold (quite possibly wet and miserable too, if there was an itinerant hurricane).

And then to top it all off…the Navy carked up the disbursement of their retirement pay. So…now on top of being homeless…now they were broke at least until their disbursement of their initial retirement pay came in – goodness knows when that will be.

And then, guess who shows up but their resident favorite pain-in-the-posterior-end, Lieutenant Commander Phil “Metalman” Burrows.

After hearing that his favorite CO and unrequited love interest Kimber had retired, he’d tossed in his hat too, since he’d completed his twenty in 2010 and decided to head out to the last known locale that he’d known her to be and was told that she had gone to the “island”. After carefully putting two and two together, he’d come to the conclusion that her parents were talking about Hylewood so he hired a boat and asked the driver to take him out here.

“Looks like a bloody campground.” was Animal’s first assessment of the location once their tents were pitched and a place to excrete was dug out and a rock-shower was implemented so that they could at least keep clean for however long it would take in order to get some sort of finances straightened so that they could build something on this lot.

Things couldn’t be worse…Harm thought to himself, tempting fate to give them another one-two combination. Of course he was interrupted in his train of thought by a jingle.

Oh goody, a food truck that we can’t afford to eat from and it decided to park right across from us. This was going to be torture.

How exactly were the six going to eat with absolutely no money? At least there were some apple trees on the property, thanks to a magnanimous Watcher. And Lieutenant Colonel Sarah “Mac” Mackenzie decided to head over and harvest the apples to distribute amongst the six. When she was done, she came back over and started distributing the apples to the rest of the group. “Admiral, I’d suggest saving those apples until later on in the day to eat.”

“Good idea, Colonel.” Animal replied. “You heard the Colonel…” he raised his voice to the rest of the group. He’d interrupted Phil who was in the middle of taking a bite. The lunatic never bothered listening anyways. Now he was overstuffed and out of an apple. He was going to be ravenously hungry in the morning because he wasn’t getting another one.

Animal suggested that since they were surrounded by water, that perhaps now might be the time to learn to fish. Taking the admiral’s suggestion as an order, the other five decided to head down to the beach and start casting their lines into the water. The admiral had come down following them.

He idly picked an azalea flower and then went off by himself to toss a line in the water.

Harm’s eyes followed him. His friend, being of flag rank, kept to himself most of the time and even when retired, Animal tended to carry himself with a military bearing, meaning that fraternizing with non-flag-ranks were strictly metered – he simply refused to be a part of the regular group.

Meg, on the other hand, thought that it was sad that Animal seemed to think that the rules of the Uniform Code of Military Justice and its rules regarding fraternization still applied to him and to his interactions with his friends. Kimber or Jugs as she was called by the aviator community, also agreed with her assessment. And even though Meg was suspicious of Kimber and her ties to the admiral, she was certain that Kimber worried about her former CO as well.

(Prologue to be continued)

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ISLAM 101: Allah (God Almighty): The All-Beautiful Names of God: Part 6

THE NAMES INDICATING THE DIVINE ESSENCE

Allah: God, the Proper Name of the Divine Being

(Ar-)Rabb: The Lord (God as the Creator, Provider, Trainer, Upbringer, and Director of all creatures)

(Al-)Malik: The All-Sovereign, the Owner and Master of everything

(Al-)Quddūs: The All-Holy and All-Pure (Who is absolutely free of any defect)

(As-)Salam: The Supreme Author of peace and salvation

(Al-)Mu’min: The Supreme Author of safety and security

(Al-)Muhaymin: The All-Watchful Guardian

(Al-)‘Aziz: The All-Glorious with irresistible might

(Al-)Jabbar: The One Who manifests His Will and Grandeur

(Al-)Fard: The All-Independent, Single One (free from having any equals or likes in His Essence and Attributes

(Al-)Mutakabbir: The One Who has the exclusive right to all greatness and manifests it

(Al-)‘Aliyy: The All-Exalted

(Az-)Zahir: The All-Outward, Whose existence is the most manifest

(Al-)Batin: The All-Inward, Whose Essence cannot be comprehended

(Al-)Kabir: The All-Great

(Al-)Jalil: The All-Majestic and All-Supreme

(Al-)Majid: The All-Sublime, the All-Illustrious

(Al-)Haqq: The Ultimate Truth and Ever-Constant

(Al-)Matin: The All-Forceful and All-Able

(Al-)Wajid: The Ever-Present and All-Finding

(As-)Samad: The Eternally All-Besought, Himself being needy of nothing

(Al-)Awwal: The First Whom there is none that precedes

(Al-)Akhir: The Last Whom there is none that will outlive

(Al-)Muta‘ali: The All-Transcending

(Al-)Ghaniyy: The All-Wealthy and Self-Sufficient

(An-)Nur: The All-Light, Who is the unique source of all illumination

(Al-)Warith: The One Who survives all beings and inherits them

Dhu’l-Jalal wa’l-ikram: The One of absolute Majesty and Grace

(Ar-)Raqib: The All-Watchful

(Al-)Baqi: The Eternally All-Permanent

(Al-)Hamid: The All-Praiseworthy

(Al-)Wahid: The One of absolute Unity (Who is absolutely indivisible and having no partners and equals)

(Al-)Ahad: The All-Unique of Absolute Oneness (Who is beyond all kinds of human conceptions and absolutely free from having any partners, likes, parents, sons or daughters)

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incorrectjag · 1 year

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Admiral Chegwidden: Colonel, please keep an eye on Rabb today. He’s going to say something to the wrong person and get himself punched.

Mac: Sure, I’d love to see Harm get punched.

Admiral Chegwidden: Try again, MacKenzie.

Mac: I will stop Harm from getting punched, Sir.

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Just for tonight… pt2!

Plot: bam takes you out to relive your teen years

Warnings: public nudity, drug misuse, alcohol, mention of death

This ones more sad and short i guess i kinda vented through it 😭

It was 1:50 now and you started changing into thicker clothes to shield yourself from the cold. Bam had sneaked out to get his skateboard, he would be back in ten minutes. God you felt alive again, like a child sneaking out for the first time. A loud wolf whistle sounded from outside your window and bam stood with a backpack and his skateboard in hand. You grabbed your camera and your skateboard you barley knew how to ride in your bag and climbed onto the roof that sat below your window.

"Hey bambam" you greeted him, hopping off the roof "hey y/n y/n, i know where to go follow me" you pulled out your board and followed behind him, you could ride, just not do tricks "supprised you can still ride" he shouted behind him, no doubt waking up a few neighbours "same to be honest" a laugh escaping your lips.

"DICO" bam shouts, next minute dico stands out of the shadows waving "hey shit heads whats going on?" The blunt balanced in his mouth and the lamp post that shon brightly was the only things lighting him up " what are you doing?" Bam asked, you stopped your board next to him, using his shoulders to get you off it "just hanging out with frantz in the skate park, we have weed"a devious smile spread on his face, that wasn't unusual though "cmon y/n" bam took your hand and led you over the small hill in the darkness to a small skate park where you could see frantz lying back on a bench, a cloud of smoke drifting away from him "frantzy we have visitors" fratzs head turned fast at the mention of his name "oh hey guys!"

The atmosphere was AWKWARD, bam skated around while you sat inbetween frantz and dico who were cracking jokes to eachother and reminiscing on childhood 'dramas' that werent so dramatic anymore "oh god i wish i had past me's struggles" frantz laughed passing the almost finished blunt to dico "speaking of past dramas and struggles... y/n! Hows that nose doing?" Wow dicos using your name for once "dented, look" dico and frantz both squint at your nose "still small but you can see the stiches, neat" frantz speaks softly "yeah it was a bugger to deal with" the silence was undoubtably awkward again "im sorry for calling you fattie i thought you found it funny" "ofcourse i didnt you idiot" you both laugh awkwardly "so y/n, where did you go?" "Delaware" they both tilt their heads in confusion "yeah ive got my own apartment and i play the electric guitar in the local pub" "when are you going back?" You paused a little after frantz question, god you didnt want it to be true "tomorrow..." "yikes..."

Bam returned, out of breath and smiley "cmon y/n follow me" you followed him and waved goodbye to frantz and dico. He led you to a flat ground and took his backpack off. 3am it was, Cold but the sky was slowly getting lighter and the air was crisp "finally old enough" bam says pulling his backpack off his shoulders, sitting down after it. You sat too, confusion on your face visible "drink! Here i know ciders your favourite" bam passed you four big bottles of cider before pulling his own drink out "bam thats too much! How much?" He flings his hand your direction "forget about it, i owe you it anyways" you open your first cider and put it to your mouth, the bitter yet sweet alcohol swimming down your throat "i guess so. So what have i missed with you bam, whats been going on?" He stared at the sky with a unreadable expression "im miserable, utterly miserable" bam flumps down onto his back, you following after him "you know i got a ton of money, chicks are coming for me left and right yet im still not happy. Is there something wrong with me?" You giggle slightly at his dramatic tone "no bambam nothings wrong with you. Close your eyes and think of what you REALLY want, then tell me." "I cant do that its embarrassing" "bam we might never see eachother again, try it" he goes silent for a minute giving you time to gulp your cider

"Fuck fine okay" you lay back down next to him and he closes his eyes "i uh... um... i kinda want... you?" A army of guilt stabs your heart, god why didnt you just wait at west chester "im sorry bam... you got me for tonight" "just for tonight?" "Just for tonight..." suddenly he pounces on you, kissing you like he was starving. Without words you both take off your jeans and shirts KNOWING what was about to happen "are you okay with this bam? I mean like public" you where down for doing it anywhere but bam was more private, he didnt like anything out of his comfort zone "its going to be okay, im going to do things how you wanted them" he moves his body so that he was kneeling between your legs handing you a bottle of cider, getting his own too "cheers" with that you both downed as much as you could, putting the bottles down carelessly and continuing the kiss, the strong taste of cider from both your tongues making the experience so much better.

*CRUNCH*

Both of you froze as you head leafs and branches shuffle arounf, the sound was far enough but it soon became closer "quick! oh shit" bam whispered frantically, shoving his clothes on, you started too aswell "WHOS THERE?" You hear from behind you, a deep manly voice followed by a flash light that shon on the both of you. Bam had packed the drink back into his bag and got his skateboard ready, you had everything on but your shirt, failing to find it "FUCK" you screamed, picking your board up and the shirt that conveniently hid under it.

You both ran for your lifes, giggling like the kids you once where "BAM MY SHIRT!" He turned round and his face dropped "oh my FUCKING GOD" you both continued to laugh, running through the streets that where dimly lit by the years old street lamps and the moon that went down slowly untill you met a black alleyway "how the fuck did that happen" he says breathlessly "i couldnt find it!" You shoved it back on and stopped for a breath too, god that was fun.

You spent the next two hours drinking the rest of your ciders and taking photos of bam trying to skate untill the sun came back up. The fact that pedestrians started walking by made you realise that it was time to go, tome to say goodbye to westchester, to bam “bambam…” “yea babe?” God hes got far too comfortable “i need to go home now”

His eyes got watery and he faced away to hide from you “ill take you, lets go”

The skate home was sad, no words where spoke and bam done none of those unnecessary flips that are only just to show off. You got to your bedroom window and he just stood. He wasnt the man you met two days ago, he was the boy you knew six years ago again. The same expression on his face when you would be upset with him or when he had a bad day and came for you for hugs and a cheering up. The morning breeze blew your hair gently, it all seemed too perfect, perfect weather, perfect breeze perfect couple or so someone passing would think. “I need to go bambam” he just shrugged his shoulders and kept his head facing down “enjoy delaware” “i will…” with that you climbed back to your window, no goodbye.

Your parents woke you up at 2pm and you said your goodbyes, you knew once you left it was never going to be the same. Next time you see your dad it would probably be at your moms funeral and the same with everyone else is this ‘perfect’ town.

The car journey home was grim, no music, no dancing, no goodbye.

1am. you sat in your bed, you werent exactly sad but you felt empty like westchester was the reason for that huge hole in your hard that was never filled.

*tink*

*tink, tink*

You opened your blinds to your window hoping that the magpies werent banging there beaks off it again

“Hey sunshine! Wanna let me in its fucking freezing out here?” “BAM!”

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randomqueero · 1 year

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Photodump that reminds me of this song while I listen to this song

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supernote · 8 months

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Either "hardships" or "blessings", it is a "rope" that has enabled us to tug tighter and closer to our Rabb. And it is a rope that Allah SWT has chosen Himself for us.

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bullet-prooflove · 2 months

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What You Need: Harmon 'Harm' Rabb x Reader

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Harm has never been a bath guy, part of that is due to opportunity and the rest practicality. He’s used to three minute showers with a break in the middle for lathering. He’d had it down to an art by the time you’d come along. It’s the one thing you’d hated about being the agent afloat on the carrier.

“You’re a city mouse.” He’d teased you when you’d complained during one of your runs on the flight deck and you’d given him the middle finger.

One of his favourite things about being home is the fact he can shower for as long as he wants. It’s the first thing he does when he gets off deployment. At least it was until you got a place with a bathtub. He’d never had one in the loft, he didn’t see the point. It’s only now as he’s getting older he feels the benefit. All those injuries he’s sustained over the years, they make him ache more days than not, the baths help with that, they sooth over his sore muscles and tired bones.

It's bad today because he’s still acclimating to the change of air pressure, it’s a common issue when you’ve had a couple of broken bones and Harm, he’s had more than just a few. He’s lost count of them throughout the course of his career. He’d tried to hide the stiffness from you this morning, he thought he’d gotten away with it too until you put two painkillers alongside his coffee mug.

It’s hard for him making the switch to being back home sometimes. On the carrier he’s used to putting up a facade, not showing weakness. It’s tough to make the adjustment when he’s back on land. That’s one part of it at least, the other part is he doesn’t want to admit he’s getting old.

He’s still in the prime of his life. He runs five miles a day, he eats well, he stopped smoking years ago but his years with the Navy have been punishing on his body. It’s the cost of doing business.

You’ve already run him a bath by the time he’s finished with breakfast. He can never ask for these things, not in the first couple of days and you understand that. You’ve developed a shorthand over the years, you can deduce his needs before he even acknowledges them.

The thing he loves most about the new house is the tub, it’s a large modern freestanding affair with enough space for two people, which suits him because he’s six foot four. The scent of patchouli and frankincense floods his senses as he lowers himself into the hot water, the heat soothing over his weary bones. The bath oil caresses his skin and he closes his eyes as he sinks even further into the water.

An aromatherapy experience you call it.

God damn heaven is what it is.

His eyes flicker open as you enter the bathroom. You’re wearing that pretty floral kimono he brought back from Singapore, the one that falls mid-thigh. It clings to your form as you set a fresh towel down on the small side table you use to set your book upon. His hand captures yours before you can pull away.

“Join me.” He requests.

“You’re not too sore?” You say softly.

“I just want to hold you for a while.” He assures you.

You’re conscientious when he has days like this and he can’t express how appreciative he is of that. As much as he would love to ravage you again, he’s just not up to it this morning and he knows that’s ok. There’s no pressure when it comes to you, in this or anything else.

He watches as you undress, fingers slowly uncinching the belt of the robe before it slips from your shoulders into a pool on the floor.

Christ you’re beautiful, you take his breath away all the God damned time.

You’re careful as you step into the tub. He clasps your hand, steadying you before you slip into the space in front of him. Your back comes to rest against his chest, his arms wrapping around you as he cradles you close, your head tucking into the hollow of neck.

“Thank you.” He whispers, his lips brushing over your forehead. “Thank you for always knowing what I need.”

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Allah calls Himself An-Nur—The Light, The Illuminating— on one occasion in the Quran. He is the one who is the light and from whom comes all light. An-Nur is the light of the heavens and earth, and His light clarifies and reveals, both physically and spiritually!

The Light, The One who reveals and illuminates

An-Nur comes from the root noon-waw-raa which points to four main meanings. The first main meaning is to give light and illuminate and the second to make visible, reveal,, and clarify. The third main meaning is to be flaming, blazing, and apparent to the senses, and the fourth main meaning to enlighten or give advice.

This root appears 194 times in the Quran in three derived forms. Examples of these forms are an-naara (the Fire), nuruhum (their light) and muneerah (illuminating).

Linguistically, nur is used to indicate anything that gives off light, in the form of rays for example, and is that which makes things visible. Referring to Allah ‘azza wa jall, He is the one by whom everything is made visible, whose attribute is light, and He is the One who illuminates (munawwir) and the One who guides (Haadi) the heavens and the earth!

An-Nur Himself says: Allah is the Light of the heavens and the earth. [Quran, 24:35]

The essence of Light

In the Quran and Sunnah we can find that Allah ‘azza wa jall has a nur (light) related to Him as an attribute of His essence. This is the same as His other attributes, for example sight, knowledge, might, etc. An-Nur says: And the earth will shine with the Light of its Rabb. [Quran, 39:69] This refers to the magnificent moment Allah ‘azza wa jall will come on the Day of Resurrection to judge mankind.

The Prophet salallahu ‘alayhi wa sallam stated about Allah’s attribute of nur: You are the Light of the heavens and the earth.[Al-Bukhaaree] He salallahu ‘alayhi wa sallam also said the very weighty words: Light is His hijaab (veil), if He uncovers it then the subuhaat (brightness and splendour) of His Face would burn His creation so far as His Sight reaches. [Muslim]

A beautiful comparison

The scholars mentioned the light that is a part of Allah ‘azza wa jall and His attribute and the light given to the creation, both perceived— like from the sun and the moon— and spiritual. In surah An-Nur, ayah 35, Allah ‘azza wa jall describes His Light: The example of His light is like a niche within which is a lamp, the lamp is within glass, the glass as if it were a pearly [white] star lit from [the oil of] a blessed olive tree, neither of the east nor of the west, whose oil would almost glow even if untouched by fire. Light upon light. Allah guides to His light whom He wills. And Allah presents examples for the people, and Allah is Knowing of all things. [Quran, 24:35]

Ibn al Qayyim rahimahullah explained it as a spiritual light bestowed by Allah ‘azza wa jall upon the heart of His believing slave [Ijtimaa’ al-Ju-yoush al-Islaamiyyah] The niche is compared with the chest of the believer; inside the niche is a glass, of the most crisp and clear kind, and this glass resembles the heart of a believer. It sees the truth by virtue of its clarity and, similar to the olive oil, is the substance of the believing heart;it is from the “tree” of Revelation (that which Allah ‘azza wa jall revealed in His books). [Ibn al Qayyim’s al-Waabil as-Sayyib] The stronger a believer adheres to the revelation, the stronger the roots in his heart are!

How Can You Live by This Name?

1. Know what to follow for success.

An-Nur says: There has come to you from Allah a light and a clear Book. [Quran, 5:15] This light is the Prophet Muhammad salallahu ‘alayhi wa sallam. The first step is to really treat the Quran and Sunah as your guide and deeply realize that only they are your way to receive the spiritual light of An-Nur. Through them you can see the reality of things and you will learn to clearly distinguish between good and bad.

2. Strive for His light.

Strive for His light by making understanding the Quran a priority in your daily life. Each day at least read one ayah and its meaning and practise it. Learn to understand the original language of the Quran. The light which An-Nur puts in your heart when you submit is faith in Him, knowledge, and love and remembrance of Him. Make the Quran and sunnah priority in your daily life so An-Nur will guide you and bless you with spiritual clarity.

3. Increase your good deeds.

Do many good deeds for the sake of An-Nur so that He will put light on your face in the Hereafter: [Some] faces, that Day, will be radiant, looking at their Lord. [Quran 75:22-23] A beautiful way to increase your worship is to think about your intention consciously throughout the day and re-invent your intention by changing random deeds like cleaning, cooking, working, etc. with the intention of pleasing Allah ‘azza wa jall.

4. Think of the light on the Day of Judgement

The more your heart was responding to the light of the revelation (Quran and sunnah) in this life, the stronger your light will be on that dreadful day! So increase in doing good by seeing these deeds as a reason for light in the darkness of the Hereafter in shaa Allah!

5. Be thankful.

Each day realize that An-Nur has guided you from the darknesesses of disbelief to the light of Islam and thank Him from the bottom of your heart.

5. Ask An-Nur

Use this supplication from the Quran related to light: يقولونربناأتمملنانورناواغفرلناإنكعلىكلشيءقدير

They will say: Our Lord, perfect for us our light and forgive us. Indeed, You are over all things competent [Quran, 66:8]

And this beautiful invocation for when you go to the mosque:

‎“اللَّهُمَّاجْعَلْفِيقَلْبِينُوراً،وَفِيلِسَانِينُوراً،وَفِيسَمْعِينُوراً،وَفِيبَصَرِينُوراً،وَمِنْتَحْتِِينُوراً،وَعَنْيَمِينِينُوراً،وَعَنْشِمَالِينُوراً،وَمِنأَمَامِينُوراً،وَمِنْخَلْفِِينُوراً،وَاجْعَلْفِينَفْسِينُوراً،وَأَعْظِمْلِينُوراً،وَعَظِّمْلِينُوراً،وِاجْعَلْلِينُوراً،وَاجْعَلْنِينُوراً،اللَّهُمَّأَعْطِنِينُوراً،وَاجْعَلْفِيعَصَبِينُوراً،وَفِيلَحْمِينُوراً،وَفِيدَمِينُوراً،وَفِيشَعْرِينُوراً،وَفِيبَشَرِينُوراً

O Allah, place light in my heart, and on my tongue light, and in my ears light and in my sight light, and above me light, and below me light, and to my right light, and to my left light, and before me light and behind me light. Place in my soul light. Magnify for me light, and amplify for me light. Make for me light and make me a light. O Allah, grant me light, and place light in my nerves, and in my body light and in my blood light and in my hair light and in my skin light [Al-Bukhaaree]

O Allah, An-Nur, we know that You are Light and all kinds of light come from you. Guide us in following Your revelation, so it can be a source of light for us in this life and the next. Aid us in doing many good deeds so our faces will be shining with light in the Hereafter, light will emerge for us on the siraat so we can witness Your Light in Paradise, ameen!

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