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JAMI’ at-TIRMIDHI: The Book on Fasting: Hadith 330

‘Abu Hurairah narrated that:
the Messenger of Allah said: “Whoever fasts Ramadan and stands (in the night prayer) for it out of faith and seeking a reward (from Allah), he will be forgiven what preceded of his sins. Whoever stands (in the night prayer) on the Night of Al-Qadr out of faith and seeking a reward (from Allah), he will be forgiven what preceded of his sins.”

JAMI’ at-TIRMIDHI: The Book on Fasting: Hadith 2/127

The orphan (Pt. 1) - Edmund Pevensie (The Chronicles of Narnia)

Pairing: June Anastasia Archer (OC) x Edmund Pevensie (THEY’LL BE TOGETHER LATER)

Warning(s): None

A/N: Lmao i know, the “May we meet again” thing from The 100. I suck at titles, i apologize. Anyway, flashbacks are written like THIS. 


[FLASHBACK: The conversation between the four Pevensies and the beavers]

“Is there nothing we can do about Mr. Tumnus?”

“Well… There’s hope!”

“Yeah, there’s a load full of hope… Aslan and June are on the move”

“Who’s Aslan? And June?”

“Aslan and June…you silly little blighter…you don’t know do you?”

“Well we haven’t exactly been here very long”

“He’s only the king of the whole wood, the top geezer, the real king of Narnia… She’s a knight, ready to fight the White Witch. And they’re waiting for you!“

“Waiting for us?”

“You’re bloomin’ joking! They don’t even know about the prophecy!”

“Well, then…”

“Look, Aslan and June’s return, Tumnus’ arrest… the secret police! They’re all happening because of you!”

“You’re blaming us?”

“Not blaming you dear, thanking you”

“There’s…a prophecy, When Adam’s flesh and Adam’s bone sits at Cair Paravel in throne the evil time will be over and done”

“You know that doesn’t really rhyme”

“I know, but you’re missing the point!”

“It’s long been told that two sons of Adam and two daughters of Eve will appear to defeat the White Witch guided by the orphan from the same land, and restore peace to Narnia”

“And you think we’re the ones?”

“Well you’d better be, Aslan and June had already fitted out your army!”


[TIME SKIP: Aslan’s camp]

“The Witch has denounced her claim on Edmund” i heard Aslan’s voice once he stepped out of the tent behind the White Witch. I looked at him, something’s wrong. 

“How will I know your promise will be kept?” the Witch said and Aslan roars in response. What are they talking about? What promise? Aslan sighs and walks back into his tent. Realisation hit me. I rushed behind him ignoring the cheers and laughs.

“You did not-” i started when i stepped into the tent.

“I did” Aslan interrupted sending me a stern look.

“But why? He’s a traitor! And now she’ll kill you instead!” i shouted angry.

“You’re old enough to understand that he’s just a kid and the proph-”

“Maybe i am old enough and i am well aware of his age but i don’t care about the prophecy. He got what he asked for” i said through clenched teeth.

“June, as a knight you should look after those kids. ‘Two sons of Adam and two daughters of Eve will appear to defeat the White Witch GUIDED by the orphan, and restore peace to Narnia’  he said and looked at the floor. Tears threatened to fall from my eyes as i thought about the first time i met Aslan.

I was just a little girl, Edmund’s age or a year younger maybe. My parents died and i had to pack my stuff. I was supposed to live in the nearest orphanage. I was taking my toys from under the bed when i felt something cold brushing my hand. I went under the bed and well, i found myself in Narnia. Aslan found me about to freeze to death. A skirt is not something to wear in winter. He took me under his wings and took care of me. With his help, i became the best knight to fight the White Witch.

“I’m going to miss you” i whispered snapping out of my thoughts and hugging him for the last time.

“Me too, my dear. But you need to keep them safe” he said and i exited the tent, wiping my tears away.


[TIME SKIP: Aslan’s camp, the next day]

“She’s right, he’s gone” Peter said walking out of the tent. I had to fight back my tears.

“Then you’ll have to lead us. Peter, there’s a whole army out there that’s ready to follow you” Edmund said. He’s finally useful.

“I can’t” Peter responded. 

“Aslan believed you could. And so do i” i interrupted looking at the boy. I smiled weakly telling him i’m with them and walked away.

For Narnia, and for Aslan.


[TIME SKIP: Cair Paravel, coronation]

“To the glistening eastern sea, I give you Queen Lucy the Valiant” Aslan put the crown on Lucy’s head. She smiled brightly.

“To the great western woods, King Edmund the Just” the young Pevensie smiled looking around.

“To the radiant southern sun, Queen Susan the Gentle” she gave him a thankful smile.

“And to the clear northern skies, King Peter the Magnificent” the oldest Pevensie looked proud of him. “Once a King or Queen of Narnia, always a King or Queen” 

“Long live King Peter! Long live Queen Susan! Long live King Edmund! And long live Queen Lucy!” everyone cheered.

“Let’s not forget about you, my dear” Aslan said, approaching me. “They’ll call you a knight, which you are. Go and keep them safe. I’m afraid our adventure will end here” he said quietly.

“May we meet again” i smiled sadly and let him go.


[TIME SKIP: The forest, many years later]

“What is this?“ Peter said and we got off our horses. As their best knight, i was with them everytime i had the chance. Just to keep them safe, just like i promised Aslan. We looked at something that looked really similiar to me. A lantirn? Lantorn? Lantarn? What is it called again?

“Please, be careful. We don’t know what it is” the truth is, we all had the idea.

“It seems like a dream…” Susan said completely ignoring me. I scoffed.

“Or a dream of a dream… Spare Oom” Lucy added looking at it dreamingly. She runned somewhere and i was quick to react, running after her.

“Not again, guys” i said trying to catch her.

“Come on” she said and everyone started following her. Great, just like children.

“She’s always running off” i heard Edmund’s voice somewhere behind me and i laughed. Maybe i am their knight but after all those years we became best friends. Amazing isn’t it?

“These aren’t branches…” this time, it’s Peter.

“They’re coats…” Susan noticed and i panicked as her voice started to change.

“No, it’s not Narnia anymore! We need to-” i became silent when i suddenly found myself in a child room. MY room. I was a kid once again. “-get back” i finished before dropping to my knees and letting a heart-wrenching sob.

Will i ever go back?’ i though as i got up, leaving the old room. It’s time to find the old Kings and Queens of Narnia again.

Camp was a welcome sight after a week in a dark cell and another week in a hospital. It was too bad, then, that Brent was stuck laying around instead of actually enjoying it. Taking it easy, as he was directed to do, turned out to be doing next to nothing for an indefinite amount of time. He had been back for less than a day and was already restless. How he was going to manage the next few months was beyond him.

Eventually, Brent decided that he could sit around outside, at the very least. What harm could that do? So he hauled himself off the couch, grabbed an apple, and went to the campfire. He resented that he needed to sit after such a short walk, but he tried not to dwell on it. He bit into his apple and focused on fresh air instead of the ache in his spine. It could be worse, he reminded himself— a minimally comforting thought.

Gabriel walks out of the Dionysus cabin, closing the door behind him. He holds the last bottle of wine he has in his hand as a peace offering. Looking over at the Hebe cabin, Gabe sighs and walks over to it. He knocks on the door to the Hebe cabin with his bandaged hand. Tears in his eyes, Gabriel waits for an answer.

Harley’s inside the Ares cabin, lying on Tristan’s bed, wearing the sweatshirt he gave her. She’s worried sick and she doesn’t know how to deal with it. When she hears someone enter the cabin she hides her face under Tristan’s pillow. “Please. Leave me alone. I don’t want to eat, train, or do anything at all. Leave me alone.” her voice cracks a bit.

In the Ares cabin, music plays at a higher volume than normal, enough that you can hear it if you’re just outside the door. Brent stands in front of his bed, his hair and torso still wet from the shower he just took. Freshly washed clothes are folded on his bed next to a large black backpack, a rather large wallet, and various weapons. All he has to do now it pack, and he’ll be ready to leave. He dries his arms with his towel before he tosses it down and starts to pack.

kaitlinliveshere  asked:

pairing: jasico, prompt: one word: "life-raft". make of it what you will! :)

life raft

noun

  1. a raft, typically inflatable, for use in an emergency at sea.

“You’re stupid, you know.” Nico conjures enough energy to roll his eyes before flopping onto his stomach. The pain shoots up and down his spine. Renders him unable to add a bite to his bark. It hurts so badly, like a thousand shattered pieces of glass grinding against his bare flesh. He chokes on a breath, unable to finish saying, What about the prophe—and has no choice but to bury his face away in the sleeping bag. 

Jason’s stench fills his nostrils, the light fleece pressed to his nose. Their earlier conversation flickers through the wrinkles of the other demigod’s sleeping bag. 

Slowly and gently, he feels Jason’s fingers undo the bind Nico has over the sleeping bag. Jason splashes nectar down Nico’s back, soaking the white bandages and filling the tiny crevasses of scars. 

It stings at first, but then starts to heal. 

“Can’t give you too much at a time,” Jason murmurs. “You’ll get feverish. 

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Marriage and observing that which is apparent - Shaykh Uthaymeen

While explaining the hadeeth of Fatimah bint Qaes (may Allah be pleased with her); in which she approached the Prophet (peace and blessings be upon him) and informed him that individuals have approached her for marriage, upon hearing the names of these individuals the Prophet (peace and blessings be upon him) replied: 

As for Abu Jahil, he does not remove the stick from his shoulder (he beats women), and as for Mu'awiyah, he is poor. Instead, marry Usamah. (Saheeh Muslim) 

Sheikh ‘Uthaymeen commented (in summary):

If it were said: How can the Prophe (peace and blessings be upon him) say: “As for Mu'awiyah, he is poor”, while he (the Prophet) doesn’t know?

It’s possible he (Mu'awiyah) will become wealthy (in the future). And actually, this did take place. Mu'awiyah became a ruler; in fact he became one of the wealthiest rulers.     

Thus, we say: From this hadeeth a vital benefit can be derived, which is: That which should be considered is what is apparent, not what will possibly occur in the future.

Pay close attention to this principle. An individual is not commissioned to (consider) matters of the unseen, but rather, he is responsible for that which is in front of him.

Consequently, we know the answer for a commonly mentioned question (issue). This occurs when a man who is not practicing seeks to marry a practicing female. The female would like to marry him and thus she says: It’s possible that Allah will guide this man by way of me.

This action (him changing) may or may not occur in the future. She does not know, but that which is presently apparent is that this individual is not practicing. If the female was to say: It is possible that Allah will guide him by way of me, we will respond: It is (also) possible that Allah will lead you astray by way of him!

Both of these outcomes are possible, and you (the female) being led astray by way of the man is more likely, due to the fact that the authority and influence of the man over the woman is much greater than her authority and influence over him.

Likewise, how many men put pressure on their wives to perform something that the husband wants, and due to his pressure, the female falls into something she herself dislikes. This is something which is known and proven.

The most important benefit in this issue is that a person is responsible for that which is apparent, not that which will may or may not occur in the future.

Source: Fathul Thee Jalalee wal Ikram bi Sharh Bulough al Maram, Vol. 11, Page 201