Ya amaneció el segundo día, hoy, 20 de diciembre, falta un día para que pase quien sabe que. Como que ya va siendo hora de que desenpolven sus escudos y sus espadas o que vayan pensando una manera de regresar el tiempo. ♥
Ash leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed. Bay’s pulse was elevated but Ash could hear the thrumming of his fingers against the back of the chair. He could almost smell the anger directed at him, feel his eyes directly on him.
“Are you going to come in or are you going to run again?” Bay asked.
Ash pulled up a chair, his elbows on the back of it. “How was the Blood Rite?”
“Fine.” He knew Bay’s face was a forced calm. Knew that Bay was trying to keep his mouth shut. Too bad where Ash was concerned, he had the ability to piss everyone off without much of an effort.
“That’s it? Just fine? Nothing exciting happened?”
Mordred had his disagreements with the Inquisitor, but at least he was straightforward when he wanted something.
Which was what he told himself when Fael mysteriously appeared in his room at the ass crack of dawn on the second day since they dragged their waterlogged, miserable bodies back from the Fallow Mires, yanked the blankets and four cats off him, and said, “I need your help with baking.”
“Baking!” Mordred exclaimed, flailing just fast enough to rescue one cat. He held the yowling creature away from Fael, bleary mind almost dead certain the Inquisitor was going to do something despicable to it if he let him. “Is that– What’s that new code for?”
“Mixing flour and eggs and I think water into a pan, then let it rise, then put it in the oven so the fire un-raws the dough,” Fael replied, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. He leaned down to sweep up one of the hissing, slighted cats, scratched the thing absently under the chin, and let it back on the bed. And grabbed Mordred by the shoulder. Looked into his eyes, said very seriously, “In four hours it will be Dorian’s birthday.”
“You gonna give your Smustache a fucking cake,” Mordred said dumbfoundedly. Somehow, between the ancient magister frolicking with abandon in the countryside and the tear(s) in the fabric of reality, this sounded bloody absurd.
Fael scoffed at him. “The cake is for eating. I will do the fucking. And I only need your help with the cake–”
“So come on. You’re Andrastian, right?” Fael wiggled the fingers of his left hand mockingly in front of Mordred’s face. “The conventional proof of your faith compels you. Come on.” And tugged on Mordred until he was forced to abandon the blankets.
Today Hujjaaj will start gathering in Arafat, this is the 2nd step of Hajj.
May Allaah make easy their Hajj & accept their Hajj.
A white sea of the faithful flowed to the plains of Arafat under cold, breezy and overcast conditions as dawn broke on the second day of the five-day pilgrimage. Waves of men in seamless white robes and women in flowing overalls joined voices in a crescendo chanting “Labbaik Allahumma Labbaik” (Here I am O Allah, answering your call).
The Messenger of Allah (salla Allahu alayhi wa sallam) said: “ الحج عرفة “ or “Hajj is Arafah“. The Arabic text implies a very important concept of the meaning of Hajj. This short statement means that the whole hajj and its validity is confined in the actual day of Arafahi.e. Hajj becomes valid only when the day of Arafah is observed and witnessed by those who undertake the journey, the pilgrims. Regardless how long the hujjaaj stay in Makkah, if they missed that single day, they have then missed the whole Hajj.
The name Arafah عَرَفَة was mentioned in many ahadith such as hadith of the Messenger of Allah (sal Allahu alayhi wa sallam): “ الحج عرفة “ or Hajj is Arafah (reported by Imam Ahmad and the four sunan). The name Arafat was mentioned in Surat al-Baqara 2:198
“It is no crime in you if ye seek of the bounty of your Lord (during pilgrimage). Then when ye pour down from (Mount) Arafaat, celebrate the praises of Allah at the Sacred Monument, and celebrate His praises as He has directed you, even though, before this, ye went astray”
Here Hujjaaj have to pray Dhuhr and Asr prayer combined and shortened, each performed in units of two rak’ah with one adhan and two Iqamas.
Summary: Kuro was made for one purpose: to kill and be killed. Everything was planned, from the moment he was made to the moment he was supposed to die. The paladins were his enemy, and she was his everything.
Then what wasn’t supposed to go wrong went wrong, and Kuro doesn’t know how to act: what he’s been taught as fact isn’t right. The universe has been turned upside down, even though there is no direction in space.
Maybe they’re right. Maybe Voltron really does save lives.
“And whenever I blink, you die,” Green said. “And when I open my eyes you’re back again. Of course, only I know all of this, so by default you know this too.”
With the eclipse today, I was reminded of the classic 80s movie Ladyhawke. If you aren’t familiar with the story, it’s a Medieval fantasy (with 80s music soundtrack). The hero and heroine have been cursed by a jealous bishop into the forms of a wolf by night and a hawk by day, respectively. The only way the curse can be broken is if they can see each other when it is both day and night–which of course means a solar eclipse.
And now I want an AU. The Doctor as Navarre, the former captain of the Bishop’s guard who has fallen in love with the beautiful Lady Rose. The Master or any other Doctor Who villain as the evil Bishop of Aquila, who curses them when he discovers Rose has fallen in love with the Doctor instead of him. (Or honestly, if you go with the Master as the bad guy he could be jealous that the Doctor has fallen in love with Rose instead of him.) The two of them living in an endless cycle of day and night, only seeing each other face to face for a few seconds at dawn and dusk. Until one day, they discover the way to break the curse…
Of course, given this is Rose, I would expect her to be the wolf and the Doctor to take either the hawk form, or some other animal that seems appropriate.