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“ Alametlerini her fırsat, zemin ve mekanda bizatihi görüp ;
” Fe eyne tezhebun" dediğimiz, kalplerimize ateş, akıllarımıza kaygı, gözlerimize kir bulaştıran manzaralara neredeyse son on senedir daha ziyade maruz kalmaktayız.

-Farzın, tarz adına moda cinnetinin en pespaye hallerine nasıl kurban edildiğini
-LSD ekran gözlüklerin, çanak anten formunda baş örtüleri(!) üzerinde kamp çadırı kurduğunu
-Edebiyat bilgisi, edebinden fazla olan kızlarımızın, sevgililerinin omuzlarına tırmanıp sergilediği hayasızlığını
-Entelijansiden sayılmak sevdasıyla, kitap evlerinde ;
“ Görenlere, görmeyenlere.. Bakın bana nasıl da güzel kitap okuyorum” teranesiyle sosyal çirkef ağlarına kendini teşhir edişini
-Nargile keyfi yaparken, fıkhî eserleri konu mankeni yapışını
-Lüks araçlarla ihale avına çıkışını
-Etiketleri kalıplarından ağır gelen burjuvazinin yakın mesafe takipçiliğini
-Aslını, neslini, özünü, önünü, ardını unutup Decart'a, Nietzche'ye, Marks'a , Hegel'e, örnek alınmayan Hazreti Muhammed (a.s.v) ‘den fazla muhabbetle bağlanışı
Ve maalesef daha nice hayırdan uzak, şerre yakın amel peşinden sürüklenen başı esrik, ayakları kötürüm, aklı zebun “mış’ lı, miş'li” Müslümanlıklarını gördük ve dahi görmekteyiz.

Haya mefhumunun gittiği yerde, belanın kök salacağını bize haber veren Hazreti Peygamber (a.s.v) sünneti ve ulemanın eserleri ne yazık ki, minderde rakibini tuş etmeye çalışanların gösteriş gayreti oldu.

Ayağa düşen ilmin, başlar üzerine çıkamamış halleridir bizi bugün şu mektubu yazmaya memur kılan neden!
Göstere göstere yaşadığımız özçekimi bol hayatların, içi boş çanaklarını yalamaktan kuruyan dillerini anlatabilecek sözcükler bulmakta müşküle düçar oldum. Canımın acısı, aynı acıyı yakîn ilimle bilen kardeşlerimin de acısıdır biliyorum.

Elif gibi sevmek diye sazı eline alanlar, abdest suyu sakalından damlayan adamların hayaliyle yandılar !

Mus'ab Bin Umeyr'i hiç mi hiç tanımadılar!

Hz. Hatice'yi anlamadılar!

Hz. Fatıma'yı yaşamadılar !

İman tahtası sayılan boyunlarını açıkta bırakan şallarıyla “ edeb ya hû” dedirten kıyafetleriyle iffet abidesi bir Yusuf aradılar!

“ Kasiyatün ariyatun” buyuran Allah Resulüne böyle mi ümmet oldular?

Vav’ ı kolye yaptılar
Mim'i felsefe kitaplarına ayraç!“

k.banu dağ
Something Good | Nathan Prescott X Reader

English isn’t my first language, so please excuse any mistakes.

Characters: Nathan/fem!reader, Evan, Hayden.

Word Count: 1498 words.

Vortex Club. The elitist club that someone could imagined. At least that’s what most people said. Half of Blackwell students hated them, and the other part was made up of members or people who wanted to enjoy in. (Y/N) was in the middle term. She didn’t personally like the people who were part of the group and had no desire to get into this mess.

But that was a different day. After losing a bet to her friend, Evan, she would have to go to in a Vortex Club party. The girl couldn’t deny that she was kind of excited, her life was getting stressful lately. Tests, homework, an asshole ex-boyfriend, a lot happening in a short time. A party would be good to her. At least that was what she expected.

When she arrived at the pool area she was surprised to see that she knew most of the people who were there. But they certainly wouldn’t do her much good as company, everyone was absurdly high. She started to walk around and regret started to appear in her mind. Most of the party was covered by smoke, which made her cough for a long time before the idea of leaving pass through her head.

“You came!” (Y/N) heard a familiar voice behind her shout. Evan. Finally.

“I don’t want to pay the bet running through Blackwell only with my underwear, thank you.” the girl smirked, which made Evan laugh. “What are you doing here? Thinking of joining some group in the midst of this smoke?”

“Actually I just wanted to see if you would come.” he shrugged. “Besides, parties are always a good way to socialize. Socialization leads to people indicating your work for other people. You should try sometime.”

“Oh yeah, I’m sure my career is guaranteed if I become Hayden’s friend. Thanks Evan.”

“Not him. This is a good way to learn with whom to talk to, little bird.” he gave pats on the girl’s head. “Only sober people.” and then he began to walk away. “I’ll let you fly alone. See you around.”

“Moron.” (Y/N) shout for him to hear, making him laugh and answer something that she could not hear due to the volume of the music that seemed louder with each passing second.

People jumping, dancing, rubbing at each other was what she could see at everywhere she looked. How did Evan manage to find someone sober to “socialize”?

The girl sighed, heading toward the nearest wall to lean on. She never would bet anything anymore.

“Look who’s here.” a male voice drew her attention for its proximity to her body. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N) came to our party.”

Nathan Prescott. The “leader” of the Vortex Club. She’d seen him around the campus, they exchange some looks, but (Y/N) always tried to stay away from him, she didn’t want to see his bad side that everyone was always talking about. And for the lack of contact between them, she was surprised that he knew her name.

“Yeah, I’ve always been the party gurl type.” she shrugged, making the boy smirk.

“Sorry then, parties master.” he leaned against his side. “I hope our party is pleasing you.”

(Y/N) looked around. Evan was talking to a group in a quieter part of that place. Some teenagers she didn’t know were throwing random people in the pool. And she swore she had seen someone without the bottom of the bikini. Ew.

“A bit extreme.” her voice rose when the music started to get louder than before.

“Don’t be so lame.” he reproved. “We’re just having some after this shit week we had. You should try to do it too.”

“Yeah, okay.”

“I’m serious.” Nathan got away from the wall and pulled the girl by her arm carefully. “Come and have fun.”

(Y/N) knew that was probably no use denying it. She was there for that anyway, forget the shitty week she was having. She just didn’t expect that Nathan Prescott would be the one to help her forget everything.

The girl let herself be led, until she realized that he was leading her out of the party. What he was planning? She let go of the boy’s grip, making him roll his eyes and hold her arm again, now with a little more force. (Y/N) sighed and looked back before walking out the door of the place. She could see Evan staring at her, he didn’t seem pleased with what he saw, but let her go anyway.

Finally, after a few minutes walking, she found out that Nathan was taking her to the boys’ dorm. She froze, and even when Prescott tried to pull her again she continued in the same place.

“I won’t go in there!” she exclaimed as if he were crazy for considering this idea.

“Don’t be so lame.” Nathan muttered, trying to draw her with him.

“No!” the girl let go again. “I can be expelled if someone caught me there, Nathan!”

The boy looked at her like she was crazy.

Then it hit her.

Nathan had the school and the principal on the palm of his hand. She would have no problems while she was with him.

(Y/N) sighed, starting to walk by her own toward the dorm. That action seemed, somehow, please Nathan, who laughed while following her.

The girl stopped when she reached the hallway, looking at the rooms and trying to guess who they belong to. Or at least trying to find Evan’s, which was not difficult, since it was at the entrance of the place. “The Vortex Club sucks ass - love, Evan”. Original. She erased it, writing in its place a simple “Friendship is Magic” with a small pony.

“Done.” she muttered.

“I’m not going to ask.” Nathan said around the corner. “Come.”

(Y/N) entered the boy’s room. Weird was the first word that passed in her mind. On the floor, Nathan put a nargile. The girl’s eyes widened. It was THIS the fun that he had talked about?

Nathan sat around the object. And after a few minutes without any reaction of (Y/N), he pointed out that she should sit as well, what she did cautiously.

“I don’t know how it works.” she said leaning against his bed while he lit the fire under the object.

“Suck it.” he answered without even look at her. “Then release it.”

(Y/N) slowly pick one of the hoses, doing what Nathan had told her. She sucked the essence, choking with the smoke, which made the boy laugh. Then she started to repeated, until she got the hang of how to do it properly.

After some time talking with Nathan and seeing him join drinks into their party, she was sure he was having fun. He seemed to be a little out of his mind due the mix he had done. And at some point, he began to face her and smiled.

“You’re kinda cute.” he muttered.

“And you’re high.” she laughed and Nathan crawled to her side, leaning agains his bed.

“Nah, I always thought that.” he shrugged while he stared at her deeply. “I want you for a long time already, but you always go away before I have a chance to talk to you.”

And in the next moment, Nathan’s lips were connected with (Y/N)’s. She didn’t know how to react at first, but then her eyes closed and her hands went into his hair. The boy directed his own hands to the girl’s waist. And they stayed that way until they needed to recover air.

“What the hell was that?” she whispered.

“Us.” Nathan leaned against his bed. “‘Us’ becoming real.”

(Y/N) felt an unusual happiness fill her body. She didn’t know if it was Nathan or the nargile they used. Perhaps a mix.

She laid her head on the boy’s shoulder, he had returned to put Maya’s hose in his mouth. The girl allowed herself to smile and closed her eyes. She had fun. She didn’t remember what was upsetting her anymore.

The Prescott boy watched her fall asleep on his shoulder and smiled. He put one arm around the girl’s waist, pulling her body closer to him, closing his eyes and relaxing afterwards. Nathan must have fallen asleep at the time, because when his eyes open again, though it seemed to haven’t passed any single minute, the light shone into the room and (Y/N) was no longer in his arms. She wasn’t anywhere in his room.

That bothered him for the rest of the morning he spent in his room until he finally decided to leave the place, meeting Hayden, who gave him a sly look.

“Had a good night, huh?” the friend ask him before going into his own room.

Nathan got confused and stopped in the hallway for a few seconds before turning back to the board next to his door, noticing that the classic “The Prescotts rule this town” had been replaced by “A shitty week doesn’t seem so bad anymore”.

17 aralık cumartesi. Hayatımın en güzel günüymüş ve ben tam bu sahneye kadar farkedemedim. İzmire gittik bir okul gezisi sebebiyle. Küçük bir mekâna girdik nargile içmek için. Seviyor beni, biliyorum. Hiç yüzüme söylemedi ama bunu. Benim görmediğimi, ona bakmadığımı sandığı anlarda yüzüme bakar hep. Öyle anlardım nasıl sevdiğini. Ben de hiç söylemedim. Ta ki o güne kadar. Grip olmuşum arkadaşlar. Saçma sapan burnumu çekiyorum öksürüyorum falan. Boğazım da ağrıyor. Nargile de naneli miydi neydi hatırlamıyorum ama çok öksürttü beni. Otururken kalktım lavaboya gittim. 5 6 dakika oyalandım saçımı düzelttim falan. Herşeyden habersiz çıktım lavabodan. Kapıya kadar geldiğimde herkes bana dönmüş, onun elinde gül vardı. Kalakaldım öyle. Çıktım dışarıya saçma sapan bakınıyorum. O anki bana bakışının bana nasıl mükemmel geldiğini size anlatamam. Öyle utandım, öyle utandım ki. Seni seviyorum diyebildi sadece. Arkadan da o an müzik ayarlamışlar. Teklif etti. O kadar güzeldi ki. Bir insan ancak bu kadar sevebilir. İzlerken gözlerinin içinin güldüğünü gördüm. En derin duyguları hissettirdi bana. Ben sevmeyi unutmuştum aslında. Bana bunu yeniden öğretti. Sevilmeyi hatırlattı. Mutluluğumu sizinle paylaşmak istedim. Umut var arkadaşlar. Bir yerlerde sizi seven, sevecek olan insan var.

danla bilic aslında kadınları eleştiriyor ama iyi ki eleştiriyor Türkiyede o başlıklar altında ki kadınlar onun attığı videolardan sonra o yaptığı saçmalıklara devam edemiyorlar her hafta nargile içip snap atan çocukluk arkadaşım bu hafta atmamış gerçekten şaşırdım

abim ilen kendi çapımızda süleymaniye’de dolaşırken popülerin gözüne vurmak ve birer çay içmek üzere ağakapısına geçtik. terasa. rahibe olmayan. terasa geçtik. yer yoktu. yan taraflarındaki teras da onlarınmış. oraya geçtik orda da yer yok. şu ilerisi de bizim dediler. burası boştu. biz damdan dama atlaya atlaya nerdeyse süleymaniyeye gelmiştik. adamlar çaktırmadan süleymaniye’yi ele geçirmişler. süleymaniye bundan hoşnut değil. ruh kokan süleymaniye’ye karşı ruhsuzca tüttürülen nargile ve sigaralar süleymaniye’yi kahrediyor belki emin değilim. ama önümdeki pastayı çatallarken “sen de mi leyla” diyen minareleriyle bana baktı ondan eminim.

Sahi Ya Ne Oldu Bize?

Bir kız gördüm sokakta başı kapalı nargile içiyor..
Sigarası elinde kendinden geçiyor.. 
Bacak bacak üstüne atmış, arsız arsız gülüyor…
 İNANÇ HAZRETİ FATIMA OLMAKTI NE OLDU BİZE…

Çık sokağa başı örtmek şıklık ve gösteriş olmuş..
Parkta sevgilisi ile, haya ve iffeti şeytana sunmuş,
Bahane hazır hemen nefsine uymuş.
İNANÇ HAZRETİ HATİCE OLMAKTI, NE OLDU BİZE…

Kocaman topuz başında, arsız hareketler cabası.. 
Yanındaki sevgilisi ama, sanki kırk yıllık kocası,
Siyonistler veriyor sana dünya kupası. 
İNANÇ HAZRETİ AİŞE OLMAKTI, NE OLDU BİZE…

Rektör başını aç demiş hemen açıyor,
Farzdan taviz verip hemen kaçıyor, 
Dünya için ağlıyor sitem saçıyor..
İNANÇ HAZRETİ SÜMEYYE OLMAKTI, NE OLDU BİZE…

Erkeği küpe takmış, modaymış yırtık pantolon.. 
Ona göre hayat eğlence, gez toz her şey monoton.
Camide gençleri göremez olduk, yaşlıya mı sadece son.. 
İNANÇ HAZRETİ EBU BEKİR OLMAKTI, NE OLDU BİZE…

Adalet görülmez oldu caddede sokakta, 
Erkek zina yapınca olur hovarda.
Aynı şeyi kadın yapsa, zinacı haspa 
İNANÇ HAZRETİ OSMAN OLMAKTI, NE OLDU BİZE…

İlim öğrenmek farzdı, bütün kadın erkeğe, 
Öğrenmedi, okumadı dinini, nefsi bahane, 
Kitaplar tozlanmış kütüphanede
İNANÇ HAZRETİ ALİ OLMAKTI, NE OLDU BİZE…

Sokaklar hayadan habersiz, yürüyor adım adım, 
Adalet gelecek bir gün, budur muradım, 
Çocuğa zina edeni etmeli hadım. 
İNANÇ HAZRETİ ÖMER OLMAKTI, NE OLDU BİZE…

Hani mücahitler, sözde esip gürlüyor.
İcraata gelince pusup susuyor. 
İslam’ı haykırmaktan geri duruyor. 
İNANÇ HAZRETİ HALİD BİN VELİD OLMAKTI NE OLDU BİZE…

Doksan yaşına gelmişti Eyup El ensari.
Bir hadis uğruna, İslam askeri, 
İstanbul’a geldi davası için, O piri fani.. 
İNANÇ EYÜP EL ENSARİ OLMAKTI NE OLDU BİZE..

İki kılıçla savaşırdı hazreti Hamza. 
Önüne geleni devirirdi Allah aşkına..
Karşısına çıkanlar dönerdi şaşkına. 
Benimle dövüşecek olan çıksın karşıma..
İNANÇ HAZRETİ HAMZA OLMAKTI NE OLDU BİZE…

Annesi gözünün önünde şehit edilen Ammar… 
Dininden dönmedi Dedi ALLAH var. 
Annesini şehit ettiler İŞKENCE künhar. 
İNANÇ HAZRETİ AMMAR OLMAKTI NE OLDU BİZE…

Ümeyye denilen zalim işkence yaptı ona. 
İslam’dan taviz vermedi canı uğruna… 
İslam’ın müezzini oldu sabrın sonunda 
İNANÇ HAZRETİ BİLAL OLMAKTI NE OLDU BİZE….

Dedi Güneş’i Ay’ı, verseler de elime, 
Cahiller edemedi , bir tek kelime, 
Kapılmadı hiçbir zaman dünya seline, 
Yürekler hasret dolu o Dünya güzeline, 
İnanç PEYGAMBER’I SEVMEKTİ NE OLDU BİZE?