eastern wind

To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne?
Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show
Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow!
That pure congealed white, high Taurus snow,
Fann’d with the eastern wind, turns to a crow
When thou hold'st up thy hand: O, let me kiss
This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss!
—  Demetrius (A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act III scene ii)

The cold Eastern winds were making their presence known. It whipped by every passerby, enveloping them in a blanket of ice. Many had barred themselves inside. But not Bexley. Her face was flushed from the wind trying to take her breath from her and her hands were paler than usual. She almost staggered as she tried to walk back home. Bexley’s hood was pulled over her head and her head was facing the ground. However, when she heard another person braving the winter winds, her head instinctively snapped up. As the light hit her face, it was obvious to the other that she had been crying. “…Hey.” she called out, her voice unsteady. “What are you doing o-out here?”  

صبا جنابِ علی سے سلام کہہ دینا

نجف کے شاہ سے دل کا پیام کہہ دینا

Oh eastern winds, send Ali my salutations

Inform the King of Najaf the qualms of my heart

Parties in Jannah (Paradise) – By Habib Kadhim al-Saqqaf, translated by Shaykh Ibrahim Osi-Efa.

Every single level of paradise is big enough for everybody. The prophets inside of paradise will hold parties… yes parties. And they will invite everyone inside of paradise to those parties. But the biggest party is the party of the prophet ﷺ.

يَارَبِّ وَاجْمَعْنَا وَ أَحْبَابًالَنَا فِيْ دَارِكَ الْفِرْدَوْسِ يَارَجْوَانَا
Oh Lord! And gather us and the beloved ones In your abode of Firdous (the highest place in Paradise) for we have hope in You.

بِالْمُصْطَفٰى صَلِّ عَلَيْهِ وَآلِهِ مَاحَرَّكَتْ رِيْحُ الصَّبَا أَغْصَانَا
(To gather us) With the Chosen One, and send Your Mercy upon him And upon his family so long as the Eastern winds sway branches

For us to attain Firdous due to our good acts, that’s far-fetched. But for us to attain Firdous due to our prayers, that’s more realistic.

  • Yoongi: *changes hair colour*
  • Me: *calls out to the eastern winds* ...is this..a sign? ..a possible com-no, it couldn't be....or could it?
  • *after five seconds of deep contemplation*

Jade Wind

Companion piece to Imperial Gold
Another collaboration with Akryl <3 I greatly love working on traditional art with him. It’s always fun and we always take our time. This kind of art makes me go back to my traditional “roots” and enjoy this kind of creation again and again :D
I did sketch, Akryl did lineart and we both colored it ;)
Click for WIPs here.

Jade Wind was inspired by Guild Wars: Factions and Jade Sea <3 I can’t get over it and how pretty that place is. A lot of inspiration came from Kuunavang as well, but we tried to keep it all as ‘our’ own thing, rather than Kuunavang recolor or something straight from GW universe

Original is sold.

War Memorial

Had a weather vane at it’s acme, rooster;
Where the eastern wind congregation was
Unperturbed by the echo of silence and every
Scout walked with hands behind their back; on
Sundays, when I was in the dining hall, my friends
Overslept, skipped the mass, the padre, with plain
Composure, dragged them to the chapel; and those
That escaped gobbled up sausages and omelettes.

i give my hunter peonies

full of lower case letters: me, me,
while you are, what i only whisper,
as if hunted by epilogues, by primal tides
and things that rule more my night than day

my daughter speaks of i and mine
concluding that all eyes rest on her,
i give her peonies, the ones
a past eastern wind lets grow
and has left to tied knots under the earth,
where some wayward roots have thirstily spread out

and there again is the hunter in my child
with green eyes of a river bearing a trout,
waiting only for i to tell me the story of her.