The Last Prayer

[Diaolos 204]

 

 

 

 

Azzam Bin Hakim Al-Hattan

 

[!]On a breezy night , a man who was known to be the future of the Qalasheens, successor of the Protector of Farfolks woke up before dawn, heading to perform his religious duties as a slave to Allah, to pray to him before dawn.

 

He washed up and wore his modest perfumed clothes to walk out, Not before glancing at the empty room of his child and the royal bed he’s sleeping on alone. Remembering the incident that caused him to lose his newly formed family. Azzam  shook his head off and mumbled a few prayers to Allah as he headed out towards the Masjid or was most famously known as Masjid Al-bidayaah [The mosque of Beginning]. 

 

As he walked out of his palace really early before a prayer as he usually does, he shortened his steps and observed Allah’s creation as he walked, enjoying the cold breeze of night. He reaches the Harir’s market center. Pausing his march to take a glimpse of what he and many men who he loved as brothers built, inhaling largely. His sister's bakery who he was kicked out of many times. His dear Friend and the man he sees as his third brother’s Lounge. His late uncle and aunt's silk shop. His late brother-in-law's general shop and the man who almost controlled the trade of the Oasis. he chuckled a bit, remembering the chaos that always occurs within this lively place, wondering what will happen after everyone wakes up, eventually to perform their prayers. 

 

Azzam removed his shoes as he walked through the archway of the Masjid, sighing with a faint smile at the notes about “Kaffir books” loving how strict his people are when it comes to Allah. 

 

As he walks on top of the silky handmade carpet of the Masjid he stops for a moment looking uptop at the dome his father Nagged him to build when they start the constructing of the Masjid, chuckling slightly as he shook his head, walking forward to the spot behind the Imam.

 

His arms rose till his hands reached the level of his ears, As he unknowingly performed his last Takbirah. . . he smiled as he thanked Allah of the life he lived, the people he cared for, and how they cared for him, Forgiving those who has done him wrong and Misunderstood his intentions. He performed the first Rak’ah of his prayer and as he reached the part to lower himself, he did, not knowing he performed his last movement in this world. Azzam lowered himself in front of Allah, his body did not rise, but his soul was pulled away, In shaa Allah to Jannah. 

 

[!] Azzam Bin Hakim Al-Hattan died while doing the Masjid prayer, all alone, but not quite, his Allah was with him. . . and hopefully Allah loved him so much that he wished for him to be closer to him. 

OOC: I have tons of fun playing him. The time i had with him was amazing. he made me meet the community i am currently with and i am thankful that i did meet them. Truly blessed to have spent the time with you guys!. Yall know yourselves. <3

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Marah al-Hattan would remember her brother fondly. She would cherish the 41 years she got to share with him, through thick and thin. From catching him from a tree, to watching him bravely lead their people, she would always be proud to be his sister. She held her children closer that day, whispering quiet prayers for her brother, who had risen to Jannah, In Shaa Allah

 

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OOC: Loveeee you Diaolos, thanks for creating the best brother ever...also the most misunderstood brother ever...RIP Azzam The Misunderstood 😭

 

[Diaolos 204]

Just now, discojazz said:

Marah al-Hattan would remember her brother fondly. She would cherish the 41 years she got to share with him, through thick and thin. From catching him from a tree, to watching him bravely lead their people, she would always be proud to be his sister. She held her children closer that day, whispering quiet prayers for her brother, who had risen to Jannah, In Shaa Allah

 

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OOC: Loveeee you Diaolos, thanks for creating the best brother ever...also the most misunderstood brother ever...RIP Azzam The Misunderstood <img src=">

 

*Dies out of sadness*

 

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Naric Zarkan stood quietly as heard the news of Azzam's death, for many years he disliked the man but instead he shed a single tear. "Alhumdillah I was wrong, he was not a Kaffir, he died in a state that Allah honored him with.. May you all bare witness I forgive him for every thing he's done against me. May he forgive me for anything I done against him..

 

Let it be known, that I retract all statements against Azzam, anyone who says a word against him, shall be beaten with my hands! The way of his death is proof that Allah forgave him of all his sins."

 

Naric then went into seclusion and made repeated dua for forgiveness and prays that Azzam could forgive him for his behavior toward him.

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*Zayid let out a sad sigh as the news of azzam's death, shaking his head a few times while patting his horse neck "akhi... allah took you too soon from us, we might had our difference once you took leadership, but you are still my akhi, i still remember our childhood memorys... and they were really the greatest of all... may you rest in peace" zayid said with a quite tone before getting up to his horse back ridint back to the oasis too see his old friends

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[OOC]: Thank you for playing such a wonderful character. I've enjoyed every minute of our brother-sister feuds, pranks, arguments, rare wholesome family moments, Azzam's overprotective big brother-ness. R.i.p Azzam the Misunderstood.

[ImDrippedJr 361]

Upon returning from his quest, given by Azzam himself, Saalih would be greeted with a mourning city. The man cleared his tears as he heard the news from the passing of the second man he looked up to, the man who trusted him, who he would follow into death. He went to the Masjid, going to pray for his lost friend.

 

[ooc] Thanks for playing Azzam, Diaolos. It was an honor. I hope to rp with you soon again.

R.I.P. Azzam