A Love Broken And A Love United

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A Love Broken And A Love United



“When we were kids, We loved foolishly, When we were old, We loved as if it was our last hour.”- Arwa Bint Hakim Al-Hattan

In a cave within the sheikhdom was a family surrounding a goat skin bed. A daughter, Three sons, and a Husband were all that were there. The Sheikhess of the Sheikhdom laid in the bed tired, weak, and dying, her hand held closely by her Husband, as her daughter held the other hand kissing it, her son’s heads laying on her feet kissing them as well, while the sheikh stroked his wife’s hair, lip trembling, a tear rolling off his cheek. Arwa simply watched her husband with her loving smile, her hand gently lifting up toward her husband cheek as he closed his eyes sobbing. “We will break our fast in jannah habibi.” she looked toward her children “Oh my children, I am blessed to have you, Do not leave this faith we have raised you to embrace, even if the world would crash upon you..” she began to gasp before lifting a single index finger, her family went silent “He is Allah, the One and Only; Allah, the Eternal, Absolute; He begets not, nor is He begotten; And there is none comparable unto Him. There is only One God and that is Allah, and forever shall I follow His light.” A smile moved over Arwa’s face, as her hand fell.

Arwa remembered the sweet smell of the bakery in Oasis as a little girl, how she would steal sweets from Marah and Zahra as soon as they set them from the oven, how it burnt her hand, and how she giggled when they chased her. She remembered being kidnaped when so young for some experiment for magic, but saved by her father and friends. She remembered finding a small egg, how proud she was to show her father, how she nurtured it, and watched it hatch to be a small rat snake. She remembered her mother.. She remembered when her mother died, no less to the same sickness as her now. She remembered meeting her Husband, their secret nights in the markets of the world. She remembered her children. She remembered.

Her children hugged their mother’s body, holding her tight all but her husband, his eyes seemed empty of any feeling, his face was stained by tears, the bags under his eyes were left but black tiredness. He walked outside his home, his cave and gazed upon the city. He could hear her voice, her sweet soft voice. His feet dragged to the masjid, leaving his shoes at the door, he looked to the ninety nine names of Allah, tears rolling off his cheek as he fell to his knees, a throat parched harshed sob came to him as his head buckled low, he flailed his hands to his head, his face red as he lifted his hands in prayer to ALLAH. “My lord, you have taken what is yours, you have taken my only supporter, She was the one who brought me onto your deen, forgive her sins Ya Rabbi, Forgive her.” he sobbed, his body collapsing to prostation “My lord, Take me to your Jannah, Make a bird and fly back home, Let me see her one last-” his words cut in prostration, his heart giving out from the loss.
 

 

The Grand Imam, The Sheikh, Naric Ibn Idris Zarkan of the house Kharadeen laid dead in the Masjid in prostration. His memories flooded him, He remembered first meeting Arwa, he remembered she taught him to read, How to write, To pray.. He remembered being alone and cold, only to be warmed by her embrace. He remembered becoming Judge in the Sultanate, he Remember founding the Furussiya order, He remembered when Arwa gave him his first son Hassan, He remembered the Sandstorm, He remembered leading his people out of the sandstorm after they repented, He remember founding the Sheikhdom, he remembered his people turning their backs on their faith once more, He remembered Arwa holding him, comforting him, and supporting him though his own people abandoned him… He remember giving up the comforts of a home…so his people could sleep in a house.
 

Naric Opened his eyes, to find himself sweating in fear, A scale was before him, a thunderous voice shook his very core “What have you done to stop your people from turning their backs on my deen? What have you done when you violated the Sharia, and Allowed them to marry one another? What have you done with this life I gave you?”

Naric’s eyes filled with tears as he fell to his knees “My lord, I did nothing, I did nothing out of weakness!” he sobbed, Suddenly two Anguels come forward with two books, Naric could not help but watch as they put his actions on the scale, sobbing, his scale smashed with sins as he hung his head in shame, his good deeds now set hardly a feather’s weight. 

“My lord, I have no strength, For you have all Strength, I-” he was stopped with Four other Anguels approached. “This, is My Rahma, My Mercy.” said Allah. The first Anguel stepped forward and placed a book on the scale which threw all his sins off the scale with such force “This was the countless nights you shed your tears in fear of your lord.” The other book set down,  making a crack within the base of the scale “This was for your dedication in teaching your deen.” Naric could not but tear up at the sight before another book was set, cracking the scale further up “This was your teaching of your children your deen!” before another book set though it thundered, cracking the scale in half and to dust, and the very floor into a large crack “And this was your last act as sheikh.”

 

Naric trembled in fear and hope, his face soaked with tears before it was stated “Do you enter Jannah through your deeds, or my mercy?” Naric slowly stood himself up before announcing “Through your mercy, My lord.” A Anguel stepped forward and began to lead him into jannah, with the first level, All tears turned to tears of joy, at the second level, all heart break was removed, at the third, All illness was washed away, at the fourth, his youth returned to him, at the fifth, clothing of sultans was placed onto him, at the sixth, all joy filled him, and at the Seventh, he entered his Palace to find Arwa, and then All wants were given.

 

Arwa and Naric held each other close, and retired to their Palace, enjoying Jannah through Allah’s Mercy and finally breaking their fast together.

Upon Naric’s death a letter was written and sent out within the sheikhdom

 

“I Sheikh Naric Ibn Idris Zarkan of House Kharadeen, have left this Dunya, This is my final act and message to you all. We have come forward and established a Sheikhdom with the Creed of Allah, After he gave us mercy. We were in ignorance and we had left the worship of Allah, so he had punished us in the sandstorm, We returned to Allah, and came here to establish the sheikhdom on Rashidun laws. What did you do? You had turned your back on Allah, Had he not given you Mercy? Had he not given you a home? Had he not given you Food? You all live in complete disobedience of Allah, so much so, that even Shams, and My family have seen me ill from your transgressions. My wife Arwa, no one had come to aid her, no one sent salams or visited her, when she was the best amongst you. I leave this world ashamed of all of you. My family, I praise you for remaining steadfast in the path of Allah, continue to do so.

Go, Go transgress against Allah if you have no fear in him. BUT if you hold fear in Allah, than repent, remove yourselves of evil ways of Zina, Haram Relationships and marriages, Alcohol, pork, Stealing, harming, and pride! Return to the path of Allah.

Had I not given you your homes? Had I not lived in a cave, so you all may sleep on beds of wool, while I slept upon cold stone? Had I not fasted so you could eat?

May Allah forgive you all.. I shall not dictate whom shall be your next sheikh… I merely give two suggestions from amongst you, My son Hassan, and My Munavin Shams. If you wish to elect other than those you may do so.

All my possessions go to my children, for I had nothing but a wooden bowl, prayer beads, and my Kitab al Salam.

At my funeral, Give me the burial of the iman rashidun, with my wife Arwa, For she has attained martyrdom, and I shall break my fast in Jannah with her, for I love my wife, for she was my only faithful supporter, whom did not speak ill of me, nor my deen.

Select someone who has knowledge of the world, knowledge of your people, and Knowledge in your faith.

May Allah forgive us, and make us those who he smiles at.  I ask you, Repent to Allah, for he is our master, and from Allah we come, to him we shall return”

 

((OOC:

This is a pk post from me and Purrfect, there is no ooc hostility, we cut our char’s short of their reign as we want to foster the community’s rp rather than fight against it. Much love to everyone, and thank you for making this experience fun.

 

PS. Leave a comment if you knew us plz, would mean alot

((sorry just edited, for some reason didnt put all the post in

 

[Frisket 4538]

An Old Hyspian woman, Looked upon this, she gaze the hot sunny sky. The Dunes woodshed with a wind, a strong one as she sensed a drifting change, would it be for her, or someone she's met before. She knew of some qualasheen, some held so dear, she even knew previous rulers of the qualasheen people. But one stood out to her, in her mind she remembered thise two from the meeting, and how sweet and kind their words were. Unlike many who overlook the old hyspian. They truthfully shared a grand belief, a belief. Which gave them hope, and also gave her hope too....

 

"Ahhh I wonder how they are doing now...."

 

 

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To be fair, I haven't written Ailas Pk post yet, but I knew Ibrahim from his al-hamad days, and purrfect too!

 

They are based people for making a good rp story for their community. And I can't wait to continue reading more stuff like this.

 

Strength to the Farfolks!

 

[carebear 1291]

reserved (i will add onto this once i'm out of class!! much love to ibraheem and purrfect <3)

[oryP 1068]

Qadir Ibn Qamar Al-Nabeel glanced over the parchment briefly before setting it into the sands of the desert, continuing to wander. Shedding few tears to the passing of the dictators. “ Once I find Abee and Ummi, they will fix everything. ” The young adult allowed the tears to flow, before wiping them away and furthering his treacherous search. Alone.

 

Spoiler

Good people, both of them. I hope they’ll come back around to the community one day. Can’t say I knew them long but I was around enough to chat with them. 
 

They generated good roleplay and did their very best of a dire situation with the Farfolk group.

 

props to them.

 

[camocat9 1024]

Hassan ibn Naric Zarkan closed his eyes, dipping his head low to the ground as he sat on his knees in the Masjid of the Sheikhdom. Both his parents taken from him in a matter of days- in one single swoop. Hassan did nothing but pray for the next day and night- his knees sore, and eyes filled with tears as he prayed for their ascension to Jannah. His prayers were silent, though when he finally stood the next morning, eyes tired after his full day awake, he murmured quietly to himself, "Baba, mama... I will do all I can to make you proud."

[AfroJoeTheOlogBro 1095]

A mechanical lord sat brooding within his lofty lighthouse, pausing in his scribing and planning to look out the grand windows into the ebon night. He knew it not, but the plaguing shadow of loss had spread to not only him, but farther too...

[Generi 621]

An aging woman's bubbly demeanor vanished when she heard the news, lips pursing into a frown. "It's a shame to see them go... some of the last few decent people in this town. May Allah grant them mercy." And with that, she returned to being a housewife

[Hermit_Jack 538]

A halfling stands with a screowl perched upon his staff, a long breath released upon hearing the sad news of Sheikh Naric's passing.

 

Though the time he knew Naric was short, he held a great respect for him... only hoping that the Qalasheen peoples would continue to thrive.

 

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Beautifully written post.

 

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Daliah al-Hattan whispered a quiet dua for Naric and Arwa as she learned of their passing. "Two of the greatest of us all"
She, along with Nura, would travel into the desert for three days as they mourned their passing. 

As Arwa reached Jannah, she would be welcomed by Marah, her older sister, who was forever proud of Arwa's kindness, compassion, and persistence. 

 

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OOC: Much love Ibra and Purrfect!! Thank you for getting us as far as you've done! Grateful for you both!