everyone say a prayer she can come

Fox Mulder’s Guide to Falling (and Staying) in Love with Your Partner

For author’s note and story description, see the first chapter!

In case you need to catch up:
(1) (2)


It’s the little things, he’s decided, that he likes most about her.

It’s the way the she greeted him this morning when he picked her up for their drive to check out a case in Connecticut, coffee in hand. She knows exactly how he takes it, how much room to leave and, subsequently, how much milk to add. The temperature he prefers. And as she slid into the car, handing over a travel mug, one that resides in her apartment specifically for him, a gratifying smile accompanied her.

Her smile is contagious, he has no doubt about it. The way her plump pink lips curl slightly at the corners. And when, on the rare occasions, he catches a glimpse of her teeth, stark white in contrast to the color they hide behind, he loses cognitive function. He melts. She doesn’t smile enough, which, in retrospect, is better for his sanity. But lately, she has been smiling more. He hopes, selfishly, that she smiles for no reason other than she simply likes this journey that they’re on, whatever it may be. That they simply spend time together.

It’s the face she makes when she’s reading a map, absorbed. Her posture is perfectly square in the passenger seat. So much concentration etched in the subtle wrinkles that fall above her brow. The tip of her tongue grazing the expanse of her lips. Her delicate fingers, fingers that pull triggers and make Y-incisions and fold over each other in prayer and occasionally tangle with his, tracing the lines of the highways as she follows the pattern of their route.

It’s the way she fidgets with the cross around her neck. Especially when she’s hunched over files that are spread on a motel bed. It’s as if she uses her cross to help her focus, to recenter her thoughts. She touches her cross, and he thinks she comes back to reality. And he likes that her faith wavers at times; it makes her more human.

It’s the rhythm they fall into as soon as they take their places in the car. She had complained recently about not getting to drive more often, and he, regrettably, made a comment at the expense of her height. But if he’s being honest, he likes when he drives and she rides next to him. There’s something about their ability to navigate like this. It’s familiar, like they’ve been doing it their whole lives.

It’s the way she says his name. “Mulder.” He’s heard it thousands of times, but never quite like how she says it. It’s why she’s the only one who calls him “Mulder” on a regular basis. He had told her that everyone called him Mulder, but truthfully, he was fine with “Fox.” Until he met her. Until she said “Agent Mulder” and eventually just “Mulder” enough that his name coming from her lips was like a breath of fresh air. A whisper of a prayer into the wind. It’s significance meant only for him. She says his name, and he feels whole.

And her mind. Oh, her mind deserves its own category of likeness. The way she spits paragraphs of medical jargon at him. The way she challenges and attempts to invalidate his theories with her sophisticated vocabulary. Sometimes he thinks he can actually see the logic of her brain, the wheels turning, the path it takes to substantiate her conclusions. Her mind is intoxicating. And he wants to know every inch of it.

He wonders what keeps her here, in this car right beside him. If it’s the same thing that’s keeping him here. For him, it’s more that just a quest for a missing sister, the proof of an alien civilization. It is something that he never expected. Since her, it is now more than the need for unrelenting justice and virtue, authentication of a government conspiracy. No, most importantly, their journey has become about finding themselves through finding each other.

He also wonders if his fondness of her is obvious. He knows that he doesn’t tell her enough, if at all, just how much he appreciates having her in his life. How their partnership, friendship, whatever it is, has given him new meaning. He thinks of the lives they’ve lost, the amount of times they’ve almost lost each other.

Just recently, he turned a gun so quickly on himself, yet held back with everything he had to protect her. He saw how shaken she was, by the ease of which he didn’t hesitate pulling the trigger on himself, the precision of which he had placed the gun at his temple, ensuring that had there been a bullet in that chamber, there would be no chance for survival. The single tear that escaped her lid, her anguished plea for him to fight the mind control. It was if something inside him clicked. The potential that he could mean as much to her as she does to him. And later, he knew by the desperate grasp of her hand in his at the bedside of their latest demon that he had miscalculated how much the notion of his death could affect her.

He’s done everything in his power to make sure she doesn’t know the depths of his feelings for her. He wonders if she can see right through him anyway.

He takes a mental picture of her as they cross over into New York, more than halfway through their drive, surrounded by the waters below the George Washington Bridge. He could see her in New York, the hustle and bustle of big-city life, constantly encompassed by civilization. A life she would thrive in, and one where he would suffocate. But he doesn’t really want her to be here, if it means he won’t be able to see her every day.

He loves her, of that he knows for certain. But he will never voice it. He vows to never let that love become lust, to never be in love with her. Because having only just a part of her is better than having none of her.

So he lets the tires of the car continue to spin, and he dreads the moment they have to stop.

Fic: “You Know Your Mama Was Born To Die”

After the invasion, a woman and her son try to make their way in Washington, D.C.  AU, rated T, also here at Ao3.

I’ve had this idea for a while, but the last @fic-files write-in hosted by @lepus-arcticus gave me the impetus to get going and was very helpful in figuring it out.  So thanks!


Life is easier if you have a place.  You can get by, of course, without one.  But it’s better to have that home base to come back to, somewhere you can stash the meager things you have, somewhere you know you can go at night.

In the garage, they are eight.  The old man.  The two middle-aged brothers.  The tall woman.  The college-aged couple.  The woman with her little boy.

There’s not much there.  Three abandoned cars on their level: sedan, van, bright green VW bug. One metal chair with cushioned seats. Everyone has their corner.  No one talks to anyone else.  At night, they ignore the sounds they hear.

Coughing, coughing, ceaseless coughing.

“What do you think about what that guy said today?  Think we ought to try to make it out west?”

“Oh God…please…don’t take…oh God oh God oh God…”

Soft little sighs and gasps.

“Shh, sweetheart, it was just a dream…I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere…I’m right here.”

Keep reading


I clear my throat. By the look on her face, I can see she’s genuinely curious. She doesn’t know anything yet. She might be assuming, but she doesn’t know anything for sure. I checked myself in the mirror before I left Jackson’s house to make sure I didn’t have any physical marks, and I didn’t. She can’t prove anything, even if she has suspicions.

“I was studying,” I say. “For my AP tests.”

Keep reading

In the silence of the night, I can feel the cold air rushing through me. I get up from my bed shivering and slowly close my room door. Everyone in my family is asleep except my sister on the laptop chatting with some of her friends. I asked her to come pray Tahajjud with me. She refused saying she has some work to do.

I understood and prayed my Tahajjud prayer. I could feel so much peace in my heart. Tahajjud prayer is my connection with my Lord. He is my best friend and I feel great talking to Him no matter how cold it is. My Lord coming from the seven heavens to listen to my voice. I would not let my sleep or the cold weather stop me. I know someday I will meet my Lord and I love to meet Him soon In shaa’Allah. This is my precious time and I feel relieved telling Him about everything. Tonight I asked my Rabb for a pious husband. I know I am not pious myself but I am sure by marrying a man for his religious commitment, I can be very happy and please my Rabb In shaa’Allah. I also made dua for my sister and all my friends that they marry a righteous man.

After I was done with my prayer, my sister stood near my door and began staring at me constantly. I felt uneasy and asked her if she needed anything. She nodded and said, “What Dua did you make?”. I didn’t say anything. I felt silent.

She kept insisting on me until I gave up! I felt very shy and asked her what kind of a spouse she would want to marry. She thought for a while and said, “I know who I want to marry! Hmm. He will be very handsome. Let’s see. Blue eyes, curly hairs, tall…”
“Wait! Stop right there!” I said. “I get it now. You want to marry a good looking guy right?”
“Yep!”, my sister shook her head. I advised her to marry a man who is righteous and not for his looks. She ignored me and said, “Yeah! Yeah! Good looking guys are the best”. I said, “The person with a good heart is more beautiful than a good looking man for the beauty fades when one reaches old age.”

It was getting late, so my sister left my room. We both went to sleep. Next morning, me and my sister got ready and went to our College. I was walking through the hallway. Suddenly I heard two girls screaming. “Aaah! Guess who is going to be our new classmate!!”. I was confused as to what’s happening!! Sarah and Rafia got all excited and finally told me that the son of some famous Muslim architecture will be going our College. I told them, “What’s the big deal, it’s just another classmate”. They totally disagreed with me and went on all about him all day which almost ruined my day.

The bell rang! Time for English class! I entered the classroom and found that rich guy looking at me. I lowered my gaze and walked to my seat. My best friend, Farah invited me to her party. In the evening I went home. My life was usual and then the next day was a party at Farah’s house. I entered and met all my dear sisters. We had a great time together and Farah all of a sudden started a topic. Everyone started to talk about marriage.

A day later, a proposal came at my doorstep. It was the rich guy, Amir’s father and Amir who talked to my father asking for my hand. I met Amir and we both talked for a while. Amir’s personality was totally different than mine. He was not very religious. 

Allah’s Messenger (SallAllahu Alayhi Wa Sallam) said: “If there comes to you one with whose religion and attitude you are satisfied, then give your daughter to him in marriage, for if you do not do so, fitnah and mischief will become widespread on earth.” [Tirmidhi]

The next day, SubhanAllah! An amazing thing happened. My father received another proposal from a Muslim brother named Musab Abdullah and he was very pious mashaAllah. His personality and hobbies were similar to mine. He had a sound understanding of Islam and I agreed to his proposal.

A year after my marriage to Muadh, I found out that my best friend Farah got married to Amir. I was so busy with life that I was not able to attend her wedding; however I wished her the best in life. She was very happy mashaAllah.

After Farah’s marriage, Sarah and Rafia got married as well. Sarah chose a very good looking man as her husband. Some people said that he resembled a celebrity. Rafia married someone for his lineage from a very respectable family. All my friends got married Alhamdulillah and I still made dua that they be happy in their lives.

A few months later, I received a phone call from my best friend, Farah. She cried over the phone and I didn’t know what to do. I asked my husband and then drove my car to her house. She, Rafia, and Sarah were all there. They all just kept going on and about how unfaithful, arrogant, and ill-mannered their husbands were to them. I went into the kitchen and made some lemonade. I asked my sisters to first calm down. I thought for a while. I told them to be patient in this time of calamity.

Next, I reminded them about a Hadith of our beloved Prophet Muhammad (Sall Allahu Alayhi Wa Sallam):

“A woman came to ask the Prophet (SallAllahu Alayhi Wa Sallam) about some matter, and when he had dealt with it, he asked her, ‘Do you have a husband?’ She said, 'Yes.’ He asked her, 'How are you with him?’ She said, 'I never fall short in my duties, except for that which is beyond me.’ He said, 'Pay attention to how you treat him, for he is your Paradise and Hell.’” (Ahmad and Nasaa'i)

I then said, "O my dear sisters, I know you are all going through a lot right now. This is indeed a calamity upon you. Know that Allah Subhana Wa Ta'ala tests only those He love. In this time of grief, turn to Him. You are never too late for anything. Allah loves you all so much. Make Repentance and seek His help. Give lots of charity and make lots of Duas for yourselves as well as your husbands. Remember after every hardship comes ease. Do not talk about your husbands in front of others. Be thankful to them for whatever they are doing for you. If they behave in a rude manner, then remind them of Allah. Help them in their Deen and leave the rest to Allah Subhana Wa Ta'ala. If you feel you need to talk, I am here for you. Now wipe your tears, smile and have hope in Allah’s Mercy.  May Allah Subhana wa Ta'ala make it easy on you all. Ameen.“
After consoling my sisters, I went home. Alhamdulillah in a few years, my sisters became better in their Deen. They praised Allah Subhana wa ta'ala and thanked me. I felt very happy to see them smiling again. Alhamdulillah.
Allah says in the Quran,

"For Muslim men and women- for believing men and women, for devout men and women, for true men and women, for men and women who are patient and constant, for men and women who humble themselves, for men and women who give in charity, for men and women who fast [and deny themselves], for men and women who guard their chastity, and for men and women who engage much in Allah’s praise - for them has Allah prepared forgiveness and great reward.”  [Al Ahzab 33:35]

  May Allah Subhana Wa Ta'ala make us among the righteous and grant us righteous spouses Ameen Ya Rabb!

This is what I wrote 18 months ago on a page about Muffin

“Muffin is an ex abandoned young cat who came into a loving home about six months ago. From the start it was obvious that Muffin needed special attention as she had no fear or boundaries. She also had FiV. She was lucky that her home was situated on two acres of land in the middle of the countryside but still her guardians were concerned for her safety. Being a house cat was not an option as it was clearly stressing her being confined indoors. So over a period of several months Muffin was taken out for ‘walkies’ for about two three hours a day on a harness to get her used to outside, her territory and her boundaries. This turned into something all the other cats enjoyed and ‘walkies; would be a heartwarming sight of four to six cats walking around the garden in a group! None of the other cats were on a harness, they just enjoyed joining in.
After several months of this and a lot of hard thinking it was decided that Muffin would be allowed to go out without the harness. This worked brilliantly and she would come in whenever Malcolm (one of the guardians) would whistle for her. She was very content and stayed around in the large garden.
Then she didn’t come home one day. Her three guardians searched for hours for her, calling her but nothing. She had never done this before. Malcolm eventually found her down a rabbit hole where she had dragged herself to, to protect herself on the hottest day of the year. She had been hit by a car and was paralysed from the waist down.
This is where we’re at. Euthanasia is not an option unless t really is the only option. Her guardians would like to give her the same chances that we would give a human in the same circumstances. The experts say her chances of recovery are bleak. She is still at the vets but will be coming home soon for care and hopefully rehabilitation.
I am a great believer in the power of positive thought. I want this page to be a hub of positivity that can be directed to Muffin to help her recover. When trying to save a precious life, all means available should be utilised. Please offer positive thoughts and healing prayers on this page for Muffin and we will keep everyone up to date with her progress. Get Well Muffin.”

Today, she has a bad leg but apart from that she is healthy and happy.   <3

(submitted by @debbiedeboo)