prayers and condolences

Can we talk about Pulse?

Can we talk about the Pulse shooting? I mean, today is the 1 year anniversary.
I heard about Pulse when I was out of the country, in India. I was home alone- My aunt had gone to work and our housekeeper had just left, and was looking at the news on CNN when I heard. 

Immediately afterward, I found people taking to Twitter and Tumblr, and Instagram, posting prayers and updates and condolences. I also found people who were angry at the fact that it had been labeled the largest American mass shooting in history, stating that POC were shot in larger numbers in the past. To those people, as a WOC, I have to say, there is a time and place, and that was not the time to start. 

In complete honesty, I started crying, and the more I thought about it, the harder I cried, which at the time, seemed absurd- why would a teenage girl with no family or friends in Florida cry? It didn’t affect me, right?

Well, in the days following it, I began to understand. A community I am a part of was specifically targeted. And despite the fact that 49 people were killed, there were still people who would say that we deserved it, or that we had it coming because of who we are. That made me feel completely and totally alone. It launched me into a pit of self-loathing- how bad were we if people wouldn’t stand with us, even after that many people had died?

It’s been a year, and I’m still learning how to accept myself, but I have learned one thing. As a community, we are strong. We are loving. We will stick together. And we will support each other as much as we can.  

Our hearts may be broken, but our pulse is strong. 

its 7:30pm, i’m not even halfway through my business revision for my exam tomorrow, and i just made a triple shot coffee with 2 sugars in it so feel free to submit ur prayers and condolences to me when u get the chance bc im about to ascend to a different universe

Pray for the world

Yesterday, there were, I believe four terror attacks in different parts of the world. Syria, Bangkok, Marawi, and Manchester. In Manchester, there are 22 people confirmed dead, including an 8 year old girl. I have been crying non-stop since I found out. Please, everyone, just pray for them. It doesn’t matter what religion you are, just offer up your prayers, your condolences, your shared grief for these people and their families. This is one of probably at least a dozen attacks just this year, and I doubt it will be the last. Don’t lose hope. Stick together, confort each other, pray for each other. We’ll get through this. Just, pray for them. And hold your own loved ones close. Let them know you love them.

Ariana Grande confession

It’s shatters my heart how every time there’s a bombing, shooting, terrorist attack, or whatever Ariana is always posting her prayers and condolences to those affected and doing anything she can to help and now there’s been a bombing at her own show that killed 20+ of her fans and injured many more. I pray for those families and friends who lost loved ones and I pray for Ariana and her team.

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anonymous asked:

I live in the US and following Trump's election there has been a spike in hate crimes. I myself am queer, I have friends who are queer, poc, and Muslim. I want to ask Thor for protection over my loved ones right now

My thoughts, prayers, sympathies, and condolences are with the POC, Muslim, Jewish, and LGBT+ communities of the US; may that monster never find peace…

I assume you would like me to write a protection piece for all the affected people, which i will

until then, please use this (note you can replace “me” “my” and “I” with “us” “our” and “we” to make it apply to everyone you want)

May Thor protect you and your loved ones,
Hail!

For those who don’t know, martial law has been declared in Mindanao soon after a terrorist group called Maute (not ISIS) attacked the city of Marawi, Philippines. Civilians are seen waving a white flag as they displace, yet I keep hearing civilians in Marawi every now and then being killed, injured, etc. on Philippine news channels.

Universities around Philippines and the Philippine Red Cross have set up specific donation programs to help civilians, especially since Philippine products are preferred for the nation’s economy and the food donations have to be sensitive of Ramadan for Muslim citizens.

Wish I knew of more ways to help as someone who lives outside of Philippines. My prayers and condolences go to families being affected by the attacks.

anonymous asked:

twdmbm's post to those who lost lives in manchester (coupled with a caryl parallel post) has the tags: #Beth Greene Lives, #Beth is Alive, #Beth is Coming, #Bethyl reunion, etc....on her post about sending 'Thoughts, prayers and deepest condolences to those touched by the vicious attack. We stand with you. '.... finishes it off by "boasting" her dead fictional character is alive... And noone on their side sees and calls out this disrespectful bs? Oh, forgot for a sec td are pieces of shit.

I got to this late but woooow.

Big Angel Ang!

RIP Angela Raiola! Heaven is lucky to have you! Prayers and thoughts to your beautiful family! you will be so missed! The world will not be the same without you! 

anonymous asked:

I'm so sorry! Glad you both ended on good terms though. Praying for you as well!

Thank you so much. If there are any positives about the past couple of days, there are two: 

1) I have the best parents in the world, y’all don’t even know. They’re doing their best to grieve this along with me and I’ve gotten nothing but love and support from them.

2) Same goes for you guys, I can’t believe how many friends I actually have here. It’s been nothing but message after message of people offering their prayers and condolences and letting me know I can talk to them if need be. I just… I freaking love you all. 

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I thank deeply for everyone’s prayers and condolence for my grandma, it’s sad her time was finally took on. Our family will still keep strong as we’ll always remember her with us.

(Admin: I’m in mourning. My home city of Manchester has been threatened before, and bombed before. During World War 2 by the Nazis, and again in 1996 by the IRA. But last night’s suicide bomb attack was at a concert being attended by families and children. 22 dead and over 50 injured. Children and teenagers are among the dead.

I’m lucky that my father got home eventually, after being stranded from the roads being shut off and trains not running. I hope that all the missing children are found safe and alive today. And my thoughts, prayers and condolences go out to the families who have lost loved ones in last night’s attack.)

this is my city, my home, and despite the devastation I am proud of this place. the way in which the community here has reacted has been incredible; the worst times bring the best out of people, what an odd paradox.

i want to send my prayers and condolences to the victim’s family and friends, and most importantly my respect and farewells to the beautiful young people who were murdered last night.

i don’t want to hear any comments about religion, it makes my blood boil. terrorism doesn’t cross borders, it knows no country, race or religion. it comes from inside the mind of a sick and twisted person. blaming a majority for a minuscule minority doesn’t solve anything, the minority of every country on this planet can bring out the worst in the world.

My heart, prayers and deepest condolences are with the victims of the Manchester Attack and their loved ones. There is nothing I or anyone can do to take away the pain you are feeling or to make this better. However, I extend my hand and heart and everything I possibly can give to you and yours, should you want or need my help in any way. The only thing we can do now is choose how we let this affect us and how we live our lives from here on out. I have been thinking of my fans, and of you all, non stop over the past week. The way you have handled all of this has been more inspiring and made me more proud than you’ll ever know. The compassion, kindness, love, strength and oneness that you’ve shown one another this past week is the exact opposite of the heinous intentions it must take to pull off something as evil as what happened Monday. YOU are the opposite. I am sorry for the pain and fear that you must be feeling and for the trauma that you, too, must be experiencing. We will never be able to understand why events like this take place because it is not in our nature, which is why we shouldn’t recoil. We will not quit or operate in fear. We won’t let this divide us. We won’t let hate win. I don’t want to go the rest of this year without being able to see and hold and uplift my fans, the same way they continue to uplift me. Our response to this violence must be to come closer together, to help each other, to love more, to sing louder and to live more kindly and generously than we did before. I’ll be returning to the incredibly brave city of Manchester to spend time with my fans and to have a benefit concert in honor of and to raise money for the victims and their families. I want to thank my fellow musicians and friends for reaching out to be a part of our expression of love for Manchester. I will have details to share with you as soon as everything is confirmed. From the day we started putting the Dangerous Woman Tour together, I said that this show, more than anything else, was intended to be a safe space for my fans. A place for them to escape, to celebrate, to heal, to feel safe and be themselves. To meet their friends they’ve made online. To express themselves. This will not change that. When you look into the audience at my shows, you see a beautiful, diverse, pure, happy crowd. Thousands of people, incredibly different, all there for the same reason, music. Music is something that everyone on Earth can share. Music is meant to heal us, to bring us together, to make us happy. So that is what it will continue to do for us. We will continue in honor of the ones we lost, their loved ones, my fans and all affected by this tragedy. They will be on my mind and in my heart everyday and I will think of them with everything I do for the rest of my life.
—  Ariana Grande, following the bombing at her concert in Manchester

I’m utterly speechless about the tragedy that happened in Manchester yesterday. It’s my home town. I’ve been to countless concerts at the Manchester Arena, and I have so many happy memories of being there with my family and friends. That a concert which should have been such a wonderful occasion for so many young girls has been turned into this horrific event is heartbreaking. That so many young people haven’t returned home after a harmless night of fun is just unbelievable. 

But I am so moved to see the outpouring of love and support and generosity from people in Manchester and around the world as they banded together to get through this difficult time. The human spirit can be amazing. My thoughts, prayers, and deepest condolences go out to all of those affected, and my thanks go out to all of those who have responded in a positive way. I <3 Manchester. 

What are the daily, weekly and monthly acts of worship?

Firstly:

The topic of acts of worship and obedience is very broad, and there is not room to discuss it in full here.

The questioner may refer to the following books for details on this matter:

·  At-Targheeb wa’t-Tarheeb by Imam al-Mundhiri, along with Saheeh at-Targheeb wa’t-Tarheeb and Da‘eef at-Targheeb wa’t-Tarheeb by Shaykh al-Albaani, for information on the verdict on the soundness and weakness of the hadiths.  Riyaadh as-Saaliheen by Imam an-Nawawi, especially the section entitled Kitaab al-Fadaa’il.

Secondly:

The daily acts of worship include :

  • The five daily prayers and doing wudoo’ for them; 
  • Using the miswaak when doing wudoo’ and praying; 
  • Praying in congregation (jamaa‘ah); 
  • The regular Sunnah prayers, 
  • Duha prayer, 
  • Qiyaam al-layl (voluntary prayers at night); 
  • Witr prayer; 

The adhkaar for :

  1. Morning and evening; 
  2. Adhkaar to be recited by day and by night (when entering and leaving the home, 
  3. When entering and leaving the Masjid, 
  4. When entering and leaving the washroom, 
  5. When eating and drinking, 
  6. Following the prescribed prayers, and so on); 
  7. Repeating after the mu’adhdhin.

The weekly acts of worship include :

  • Jumu‘ah prayer; 
  • Reading Soorat al-Kahf on the night before Friday and on Friday; 
  • Sending a lot of blessings upon the Prophet (Sallallahu alaihi wa sallam) on the night before Friday and on Friday; 
  • Fasting on Mondays and Thursdays.

Monthly acts of worship include :

  • Fasting three days of every month (and it is preferable for that to be on al-ayaam al-beed, i.e., the 13th, 14th and 15th of the Hijri month).

Annual or occasional acts of worship include: 

  • Fasting Ramadan; 
  • Praying Taraweeh in congregation in the mosque; 
  • Offering the Eid prayers;
  • Hajj for those who are able to do so; 
  • Giving zakaah for those for whom the conditions of it being obligatory are fulfilled;
  • Spending the last ten days of Ramadan in i‘tikaaf;
  • Fasting six days of Shawwaal;
  • Fasting ‘Ashoora’ and a day before it or after it;
  • Fasting the day of ‘Arafah; 
  • Doing a lot of good deeds in the first ten days of Dhu’l-Hijjah.

There are also deeds that are not connected to a particular time, so they are prescribed at all times, including deeds of the heart as well as physical actions. 

These include: 

  • Offering voluntary prayers at times other than the times when praying is disallowed; 
  • Observing voluntary fasts; 
  • ‘Umrah; 
  • Remembering Allah (dhikr); 
  • Reading Qur’an; 
  • Sending blessings upon the Prophet (Sallallahu alaihi wa sallam); supplication (du‘aa’); 
  • Praying for forgiveness (istighfaar); 
  • Honouring one’s parents; 
  • Upholding ties of kinship; 
  • Giving charity; 
  • Spreading the greeting of salaam (peace) among the Muslims; 
  • Having a good attitude; 
  • Controlling one’s tongue; 
  • Loving Allah, fearing Him and putting one’s hopes in Him; 
  • Putting one’s trust in Him; 
  • Contentment; 
  • Certainty of faith; 
  • Seeking His help, may He be glorified and exalted.

And there are good deeds that are done for a reason, in which case it is prescribed to do them when that reason is present. 

These include: 

  • Visiting the sick; 
  • Attending funerals; 
  • Offering the funeral prayer; 
  • Offering condolences; 
  • Saying Yarhamuk Allah(may Allah bless you) to one who sneezes; 
  • Returning greetings of salaam; 
  • Accepting invitations; 
  • Praying istikhaarah; 
  • Offering the prayer of repentance (salaat at-tawbah); 
  • The eclipse prayer; 
  • Prayers for rain; 
  • Reconciling between disputing parties; 
  • Lowering the gaze; 
  • Refraining from harming others; 
  • Bearing annoyance and calamity with patience; and so on.

The salaf (early generations) liked to combine four acts of worship on one day, namely: 

  • Fasting, 
  • Feeding the poor (charity), 
  • Attending funerals and visiting the sick. 

The Prophet (Sallallahu alaihi wa sallam) said concerning these actions: 

“These qualities are not combined in a man but he will enter Paradise.

”Narrated by Muslim (1028).

And Allah knows best. Islam Q&A

Grieving 2/?

Because I am an emotional mess™ with everything that’s going on right now in my life, I’m going to write it out. That seems to be the only healthy way at the moment because I absolutely hate crying when it comes to serious things and I hate talking about my feelings, so this is a win for me and hopefully a win for you as well. Anyway, rant over.

Word count: 810
Warnings: Death, Sadness, Angst
Pairings: Bucky x Reader
Summary: Things suck. Life sucks. People are dying. But Bucky’s there to help you through it all. 

Part 1

Originally posted by pleasingpics

Bucky’s hand held yours tightly as you sat in the seats in front of your grandmother’s open casket. People had flocked from all over the world to say goodbye to her one last time. You marvelled at how many people loved her.

“She was one hell of a woman.” A French man had laughed when he gave his condolences, squeezing your hand tightly before meeting his friends in the corner of the room. You shook your head, a quiet laugh breaking free, your grandmother must have had an amazing summer with him.

Bucky kissed your temple gently. He scanned your tired face, noting the dark bags under your eyes; his were nothing in comparison to yours. Sleep had been a rarity for you these past few days, which meant Bucky had attempted to stay up and comfort you. You rested your head against his shoulder, eyeing the casket with a mixture of grief and fear; you didn’t want to say goodbye just yet.

Just then, the priest walked in, smiling at the large crowd as they scurried to find seats; many of the men were forced to stand against the walls, boxes of tissues in hand to give to the women that were seated.

“Hi, everyone,” He greeted, clutching his bible to his chest, “Everyone here is grieving, I can see. Even I am! She was an amazing woman; I never saw her without a smile on her face! At bible study, she was the only woman that could speak of Jesus as if he were an old friend, and now… Now she’s with him, meeting him, befriending him.”

You inhaled shakily. Bucky squeezed your hand tighter.

“Death, ladies and gentlemen, is not the end. Death is merely a new beginning. She has started her new life in the Kingdom of Heaven with all of the Saints, angels, and other people that have passed. She was loved here and now she is loved there.”

The priest spoke of his personal experiences with your grandmother, making the crowd laugh at her friendliness. Every time he mentioned a cringe worthy joke she had told, the crowd laughed so loud, it felt as if the sadness was being washed away.

He prayed her favorite prayer, gave his condolences, and then gestured to your family.

“She may be gone, but she won’t be gone forever. You’ll meet her again in heaven. She’ll probably have made some more friends.”

You laughed lightly, leaning into Bucky with a new feeling of peace. Your grandmother wouldn’t have wanted you to mourn her death, she would have wanted you to celebrate! Throw her a party! Dance the night away! And, hell, you wished you could do that, but you were having a difficult time.

As the night came to a closing, and people were saying their goodbyes, you eyed the casket again, feeling ready to say… something. Maybe not goodbye, but you could at least say something.

You squeezed Buck’s arm and told him to wait for you before approaching her slowly. You kneeled, looking down at her with fresh tears.

“Hi, Grams,” You whispered, “This is weird, huh? You’ve never been quiet before.” A dry laugh bubbled past your lips, making Bucky cringe from his spot behind you. He decided to give you some privacy and began speaking with your mother.

You wiped at your eyes, “Grams, I… I’ve never had to go a day without you. Even when you were in some foreign country, I always knew I could call you and you would come running back to help me with my problems.”

A lump formed in your throat as a sob fought its way to your lips, “But now you’re not here. Now you’re somewhere I can’t call you. You won’t come running to help me anymore. I miss you, Grams, I miss you so much it hurts my soul.”

Your chest felt like it was being sat on, everything just felt so heavy. Every limb on your body felt weighed down by the world. You couldn’t believe she was gone.

“Yesterday, I resented you for leaving me, but today…” You sobbed quietly, “Today, I feel broken.”

Your eyes flickered over her face, “I used to be the strong one, Gram. I used to be the one the family would come to when something bad happened, but I can’t do anything lately. I’m so sad. Why’d you do this? Why’d you leave me?”

Bucky watched you silently. You were the last two in the room, your family had left and had told him they would see you tomorrow. They knew you needed time.

He stood up quickly when he saw your shoulders begin to shake with silent sobs.

“Baby,” He murmured, grasping your arms gently. He didn’t know what to say. So for now, he just held you close, whispered soothing things and quiet apologies.

Today was my first Thanksgiving with my mom’s side of the family and I honestly don’t know what I was expecting so here are some highlights:

- The crazy old lady next door ran outside screaming about pot smoking and one of her guests had to call the police

- My mother tried to solicit a random man off the street to come remove a dead mouse from our basement; My cousin eventually agreed to do it for us out of pity, and this enraged my grandmother who referred to us as “wimps” for the rest of the night.

- My aunt went into detail about the mummified squirrels they’ve been finding in their backyard, offered to go get one to show us.

- A turkey-vulture tried to abduct my six year old cousin

- One cousin showed up in an inflatable T-Rex costume, told us of his plans to go to the Jurassic Park exhibit at the museum while wearing it

- We were all almost too full for dinner because we fucking gorged ourselves on wine and cheese in a pathetic attempt to feel like classy people for once in our damn lives

- One relative decided they were mad at the Eagles and cheered for the Cowboys all night when that game was on; Tensions were high.

- My Grandmom, unprovoked, told us “I was nineteen when I first killed an animal. Baby on my hip, broom in my hand, screaming at the top of my lungs in my apartment. And I was in Georgia!”

- My uncle briefly pulled up his pant leg to scratch his leg, and his wife looked at him in horror and asked “Why are you wearing my pantyhose?” to which he looked equally horrified and said “I have no fucking idea.”

- My uncle accidentally revealed that the two pies he brought were from his drug dealer. He said he got looks when people saw him go into an alley and come out holding desserts.

- My uncle, upset about loosing money from Kanye’s canceled shows, accidentally opened up a debate about Yeezy; Luckily, we at least all agreed that his earlier music is superior to his newer stuff.

- My favorite baby cousin is now a foot and a half taller than me and his voice has changed; Upon realizing this, I literally collapsed out of my chair.

- My aunt told a riveting tale from the 80′s that involved my then teenage uncle in daisy dukes, a wet and soapy car, and the previously mentioned crazy old lady next door checking him out.

- When we were going around saying what we were thankful for, my cousin deadpanned “Our new overlord Trump” and then chugged his wine before saying “God save us”.

- Way too many stories about mice terrorizing our family where exchanged.

- My aunt told the exploding rabbit story for roughly the millionth time.

- Someone checked facebook and noted my cousin Jesse saw Hamilton last night and threw it out there. My mom, across the room, yelled “WHAT THE FUCK THAT BASTARD!” in response. My mom really wants to see Hamilton and feels personally betrayed by everyone she knows who goes without her.

- My 13 year old cousin Jenna communicated with the family solely through eye rolls and scoffs the entire night, before locking herself in her room for three hours under the guise of brushing her teeth.

- My 70 years young uncle has acquired a leather jacket; Please send prayers and condolences.

- My one uncle was very excited to get to carve the turkey; his excitement died when my aunt and grandmother stood behind him the entire time telling him how to do it. At one point I heard him whisper “I’m 43″ in a defeated tone.

- My 11 year old cousin who was wearing shorts threw his leg up onto the table in front of me and said “Wanna feel?”

- We successfully managed to avoid bringing up politics all night, until after dessert when we somehow managed to get in a huge debate about the Hamilton cast’s message to Mike Pence.

- By “huge debate”, I mean my three screaming aunts versus me and my exasperated cousin Abbey. My mom halfheartedly tried to defend us but apparently we don’t know what we’re talking about because we’re “too young” (we’re adults and she has her own business). My cousin Griffin clearly sided with us but decided to make trolling joke comments instead of actually getting involved, which lead to his mother (the Main Screaming Aunt) threatening to not buy him anything for Christmas, to which his only response was “I’m thirty.”

- “I’m gonna make love to this stuffing”

- My one cousin never showed up so we took the opportunity to yell about her awful decisions when it comes to dating.

- We all got bitter upon discovering my great grandmother’s ex-husband literally invented the machine that slices bread but didn’t get a patent so he never got any money for it.

- One cousin started playing the song “Christmas Shoes” on her phone and my mom locked her out of the house.

- An intense debate about whether or not Legally Blonde the musical is better than Legally Blonde the movie. Despite having never seen the musical, my grandmother will not be swayed. Got very mad when I started singing “Bend and Snap”.

- It was discovered that literally every woman in my family wants to hook up with Christian Borle.

- My one aunt kept getting the times wildly wrong- at 4:45 she yelled “Why aren’t we eating! It’s almost 7!” and just kept getting higher and higher from there. Around 6:30 she said it was almost 11 so we told her it was past her bedtime.

- My uncle got upset that the dessert I brought went fast and almost no one touched his drug dealer pies.

- My mom left without me and it took her entirely too long to notice.

Happy Thanksgiving, guys. 😂