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Username: ibraheemc2000 Character Name: Sir Zubayr Bin Shamil Al-Assad 'Sandsworn' Affiliation: Empire of Man, Knight of The Imperial Order of The Red Dragon. Desired Rank : Vanguard "SEND ME TO THE FRONT LINE!" Which games will you be attending?: THE TRIALS OF HONOUR & THE BATTLE OF ELDMYR

A Qalasheen Imperial Dragon Knight looked upon the proclamation, He remembered when Hadrian, before taking most official duties was just a prince, it was him who Assigned him and made him a Squire in the Order. It was this man, whom weakly, yet cunning, That conquered The world. It was within this realization, As he stood beside his Emperor on the Throne, The Throne which now conquered the world, that made him see; From a starved Badawi in a refugee tent torn, To A Imperial Dragon Knight tasked to defend the Emperor of Azuras. . . That if you help a man climb a mountain, You to will be there with them when you gaze upon the world at it's peaks. He could only then, Go into Sajdah, In Prostration next to the Emperor, In thanks to Allah, for granting such stability to the world through their hands, honoring them in such a way. Surely This conquest and gain of Hadrians, was granted to him due to his allowing his Qalasheen subjects, to do the act of worship that Sir Zubayr 'Sandsworn' was partaking in just now. Ave Imperium.

A knock came quietly at the door in the night, Sir Zubayr 'The Sandsworn' opened the door to find one of his Tribal Men at Arms with a letter, remounting his dune rider and rode off. The Knight's eyes squinted to the letter as he made his way toward the roaring fireplace for the light as he opened it, and propped his back against the brick side of the fireplace. His weary eyes scanned the contents of the letter causing the Knight to slink slowly to the floor, a knee propped to his chest as the weight of the news hefted like a Warhammer to his chest. He hung his head in silence as he felt the painful throb of a heart in his throat that caused a waft of emotions to surge and cause the Old Apprentice to break into a silent shedding of his tears; Martius had been his Mentor, The one whom squired him, taught him, and been like a father to him. It was this Man who was among the first to treat the Qalasheen Knight with any form of dignity in The Empire, and had been the catalyst of his life within the Empire. He thought only but a few weeks ago he had spoken to the Knight, and thought of Sir Martius's final request to Sir Zubayr. It caused the Knight to shed what bitter composure he had left into a soft sob, daring not to wake his wife and child. "You have left a very difficult and honorable path to follow, Oh Martius, I fear The Order will not ever recover from your loss." He'd say after hearing the cruel fate of his mentor, denied the path of Martyerdom. Sir Zubayr would set it in his heart, to make a visitation to Sir Martius's grave with his children, so that they may know what Good men that had existed and made their future life possible within the Empire.

RAMADAN HAS ARRIVED! Ramadan has come once more, it has been around since 2016? 2017? Since I have been writing a Ramadan post for LOTC and once again, it is an honor to do such in this blessed month of Ramadan, Almost 10 years. Yikes I need to get off this server. Now for those new to this, Let me begin with one simple Question. “What is Ramadan Ibraheemc2000 you absolute unit?” Well I am glad you asked, please please relax I am just your normal block game Roleplayer that isn't as weird as you guys! Edhem. . . Sorry. Ramadan is the Ninth month of the Islamic Lunar Calendar, but I hear you already asking? “Why is the ninth so special?” Well my friends Ramadan is the month in which the Quran & Revelation was sent down to the Prophet Muhammad (S.A.W). In this month, because of such a blessing, and commandment from GOD(I am going to start saying GOD’s name in the Arabic language as it glorifies him the most, Cough even Arab Christians use Allah.), Muslims from around the world begin fasting from food and drinks from Sunrise(Fajr) and sunset(Maghreb), In the Quran it is described as “Better than a Thousand months”. For many of you who are not aware, LOTC has a large Muslim player base, many of them will be taking part in this great month of efforts, and it is good to know and understand why so many of our playerbase, might be even taking the ENTIRE MONTH off of LOTC! PLEASE STICK TO THE END OF THE POST FOR YOUR ANNUAL LOTC RAMADAN CHALLENGE(Yes everyone can partake) “Okay Ibraheem, that's cool and all, but is there anything else?” To that I say, Well I am glad you asked! In Ramadan Muslims believe in a large plethora of Blessings and rewards in Ramadan! Some of these Massive rewards, is that we believe when fasting in faith, your previous sins are forgiven! Another is that we believe that the Gates of Paradise are opened and the gates of Hell are closed AND the Shayateen(Devils) are locked up! That a single good deed is multiplied by 70! That means One smile in Ramadan racks you up to 70 good deeds! JUST FOR SMILING!(You know my cheeks gonna be hurting) That Fasting Serves as a Shield from Hell fire! That the Dua(Sublications/ Requests) made during this month have a significantly higher chance of acceptance or given something 10x better for that person! Unites the Ummah! Now, now, I hear you wannabe Imams out there “Ibraheem, Astagfirallah, give them some more understanding on FASTING.” to that I say. “I AM SORRY AMU! PUT THE SHOE AWAY!” Edhem.. Sorry I get a little too excited this time of year. One of reasons Muslims fast is to Humble themselves to remember the unfortunate, Those that one any day of the year, might have not had food for days, no water, and gone through immense difficulty. In a very firm seriousness it reminds us to 1. Be grateful to Allah for all the blessings we have. There are those who do not even have the warmth of jackets, nor the softness of a bed And 2. It provides a discipline, and strong will to control our desires, even those that are Halal(Permissible) for us, such as Food and Drink. It teaches us and trains us to overcome our own selfishness, and look inward for better personal development. Another great blessing is, if Fasting correctly(more on this in a minute) You will gain an immense amount of health benefits. I can already see those chads here who like to go to the gym and get fit leaning into their screen like it's the last 5v5 in a 400 v 400 warclaim! When you fast in this way, it actually detoxes the body. Now here is the breakdown of each stage of the thirty days of fasting! Stage 1, during the first couple of days of fasting both blood sugar level and blood pressure level drops, and the body begins the cleansing process, the first few days are the hardest as they are usually accompanied with headaches, dizziness, nausea and intense hunger. Stage 2, during the second stage, the body becomes accustomed to the fasting schedule, and the digestive system is able to rest. The Digestive system’s energy now focuses on cleansing the body and healing the cells as the white blood cells start to become more active. During this stage the organs start their repair process as well. Stage 3, by the third stage energy levels will have increased, your mind is able to concentrate better, and an overall feeling of wellness, During fasting the body’s healing process becomes more efficient, and so the body repairs any damaged cells during this stage, during this stage the colon, liver, kidney, lungs and skin are detoxing by eliminating toxins. Stage 4, during the last ten days of fasting, the body has become accustomed to the fasting process, your body becomes more energetic and you experience of improved memory and concentration, at this stage the organs are finishing up their healing process and once all toxics are removed the body is able to function at it’s maximum capacity. These are just SOME of the physical benefits of fasting that will take place in the body. But your good deeds you do this month will feel FAR better than anything you do this month! What's that I hear? “Ibraheem! This is Amazing! You get Self Disciplined, You become self aware, There are some blessings, and MASSIVE HEALTH BENEFITS! What else can such a month do! This has to be it right?” Hehehe *Insert Cool Main Character voice* “IF ONLY YOU KNEW!” *Cracks knuckles* Not only this, because of the immense blessings this month (x70) Muslims go Hyper Driven and Competitive on their charity! Now I can tell you are asking “Thats cool but that doesnt see-” WRONG! You see, it is an innate part of Ramadan. Remember when I told you about how it humbles you and think about those who are least fortunate? Well It is an actual part of Ramadan to go out and give charity or do charitable acts! Do we fast from sunrise to sunset? But some people don't eat for days, they sit in harsh winters in the elements, and it is a duty upon every muslim to act and do what they can either by taking action, paying, or making hefty dua. Remember that part on Discipline, it teaches us, that with that money, yeah, I could have bought a cool minecraft roleplaying server’s specific V.I.P, Sure I could have gotten the new cool friend group game we will only play 4 times before it goes on the shelf with the other games *Internal sobs*. No, instead, we learn to do the selfless act, and give it out. It's a lot easier to say, than to do for many, if not a majority of people. Now, I did mention one thing, Fasting the right way. I can already hear some fancy pants person as I always get EVERY year, keyboard warrior style typing; “IBRAHEEM FASTING IS BAD FOR YOU! RAAA! YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE PEOPLE GET SICK BY NOT TAKING THEIR MEDICINE OR NOT HYDRATING AHHHH!” First of all. . . Chill bro habibi, I got you, lemi lay down a few things. . . and brush your teeth, you got bad breath like uncle from overseas who has not brushed since 1979! Edhem. . . You are exempt from fasting if you poor, on your time of the month(women stuff), medical needs such as medicine or emergencies, and if you vomit and extra, please consult with your local imam for more details or look online, TDLR Fast if you are able, and do not fast if you cannot medically) Fasting actually super healthy for you, IF YOU DO IT CORRECTLY, you are not supposed to have giant feasts, but small healthy dinners, and not overeat, a common mistake which takes place when fasting, because people fast all day and when they can break their fast, they go all in with a huge plate, instead they should eat small portions and healthy foods, and hydrate well! This is heavily encouraged and how the Prophet (S.A.W) and his companions would do their Ramadan. With that said, in Ramadan we are told to learn to control our tempers, our tongues, and our desires. To build ourselves to be better, and to help build our local communities. Now as promised. RAMADAN CHALLENGE! Now for those who are unaware, Every Ramadan, I give a Challenge to all the non Muslims and the Muslims during Ramadan, Last year was completely insane. More people partook than I had seen before. BUT I believe we can crush last year and absolutely destroy this year's challenge. This year, I want you to 1. Comment and ping someone and express your appreciation to them 2. Comment ONE THING you appreciate about LOTC, be it the community, the friends you made or even lessons. The more you ping or the more your comment, the better! Remember even a SMILE is charity so is a good comment, So reap your first 70 times good deeds now! FOR THOSE WHO WANT TO PARTAKE THIS RAMADAN With this said, We have had a great influx of Muslims joining LOTC and many others who want to learn and/or just be supportive! That is why I am proud to announce, with the great help of several members @APurrfectPossum, @pexchysa @AquaticWolf. We have fully Ramadan-ified The Qalasheen Discord. Holding an entire Ramadan section with planned events from Ramadan Islamic movie nights, lectures, Q&A, and even a Ramadan bingo! A special thanks to @APurrfectPossum for making the new discord Ramadan logo with our Rp Tribe banner and another special thanks to @pexchysa for her hard work and efforts in helping set up this wonderful Ramadan discord section! https://discord.gg/Erp5xzsY You didn't think I’d forget your Ramadan memes did you? AND NOW YOUR RAMADAN MEMES

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Oaths Sworn On Sand “We were left starving at Kurgmar’s gate, for refusing to abandon the Faith of Allah.” - Shamil Bin Assad Al-Shaheed Misty pre dawn fog softly brushed the mountain side of the Qalasheen estate, however north of it emanated a soft faint glow from a window from a simple poor hut. The crisp smell of pine and soft ambering leaves, the last flowers of the season as a soft frost made the lemon tree glow with radiance of the sweet smell of citrus. The hill was soft and quiet beside the soft hum of the old hut, inside was a light glow of the humble fireplace in the cold home, books laid upon an old worn oak bookshelf that was simple and yet crude and elegant in its own humble way. Beside it were a few humble cushions of wool and a small wooden Rehal, which held a Kitab Al-Salam within it open. Though nearby was a faint smell of musk and lemon grass that wafted the room, more musk than lemon as a figure lifted themselves from prostration, the dancing glow of the fireplace highlighted an outline of a man on his knees, a soft beard from his chin which subtly bobbed in the glow in muttering of worship. Upon a soft pelt of gray did the head turn, his hair slicked back brushed against his shoulder, a few strands brushed over his face as his voice, deep and thick, puffed mist as he spoke a soft ending to his prayer. “There is no God but Allah, There is no God but Allah.” He slowly raised his hands cupped and made silent dua, before wiping his hands over his face. His hands laid in his lap in deep thought. His gaze laid to the rug in deep thought as soft puffs of smoke and mist brushed past his nose from the coolness of the morning. He slowly raised and took the rug, and folded it softly and set it upon the top of the bookshelf. His standing nearly scraped the beams of the small tiny humble hut, though his stoic gaze turned toward the holy book upon the old warn Rehal. His gaze softened as he gently kneeled as if one would to avoid waking a baby. His rough hands gently tucked underneath it, a brush like dragon’s flame of cold breath brushed against the air in the soft glow of the hearth. He slowly stood to tower in his home, cradling the book as he softly brought a hand to gently caress the pages in passion as if from heart break to close it. His fingers brushed across the page against the lines: (8) Place his sword beside him, his shield upon his chest, and his helmet at his feet. That he may rise again with dignity, and bear witness to his struggle in My name. (9) And We shall bring forth the martyr before the Throne, and We shall say: “You have died for My sake, what do you ask of your Lord?” (10) And he shall say: “O my Lord, send me down again, that I may fight for You once more. Let me die again for Your cause. Let me taste death again, so that Your Word may remain exalted!” (11) And I shall smile upon him, and say: “You have done well, O My servant. Now rest. Rejoice in all that you desire. Sit beside Me, and be a friend to your Lord.” A warm smile crept upon the sun kissed face of the Qalasheen Warrior, as he read the last sentence, over, and over again. “And be a friend to your lord.” he would close the book and let out a soft and long sigh. Head turned to the hearth he placed the book upon the rug. Moments had passed as the sun had just begun to crest and paint the mountain side in a soft glow, birds chirped and began to wake, though most would be asleep in the region of Tarnavon, Winter had arrived and the harvest had just been completed. The man looked to the dying fireplace as its embers still offered enough glow to see in the home, its amber hue bounced little against the Black Ebony gauntlets. As a chest plate soon found itself sliding atop an old gambeson with embroidered in red verses of the Kitab Al-Salaam, The Order of the Imperial Dragon Knights armor cladding the man, as he lifted the gambeson coif atop the head, then the chainmail, his gaze peered across the cold room, a long cold misty exhale brushed forward as his eyes pierced to show a scar across his cheek under the eye before an ebony helm rested firmly atop the head. The Knight took his steps toward the door, taking a simple sack and brought it over his shoulder, and opened it to expose the faint gray light outside. Surely the tribe below the mountain side will wake up a bit, but it caught him by surprise to see a figure sitting outside upon his chopping stump. The night brought some snow, just to the ankle, a ray of sun from the warm sunrise glistened some branches but more surprisingly some soft snow upon a dark evergreen scarf wrapped around a face of a woman, her dress was that of a warm amber orange, almost asleep which awoken by the door, she stood and turned to look at the ebony helm. Her snow white skin had a warm rose tint due to the cold as her brownish gray eyes glistened as she saw the towering figure made way over. Her fingers a soft tint of red from the cold held a green fabric in hand, as her gaze lowered in modesty, the non Qalasheen women, stood in silence head lowered, with the Qalasheen Dragon knight, his gauntlet brushing soft snow from her shoulder, till she brought her watery yet soft gaze toward the man. A soft smile as she offered a small handkerchief cut from the edge of her green hijab scarf, a fine linen softened by wear and careful washing unlike that of the man’s own poorer lifestyle. The fabric still carries the faint warmth of having been close to her as he took it into his gauntlet, the ebony helm raised slightly to meet her gaze, still craned down to the smaller women. Her voice was soft and sweet and intoxicating “Meant to be folded and kept near the heart.” Along one corner, she embroidered a white dove by hand, each stitch slow and deliberate. The bird is shown mid-flight, wings gently outspread, a slender branch held in its beak, a representative of martyrdom and the man’s desires which she so lovingly supported no matter how painful. From the branch hangs a single lemon, bright against the pale thread—an emblem of hope, endurance, and safe return. Though simple in size, the cloth bears the weight of quiet prayers, meant to be carried into battle as a reminder of peace waiting beyond the noise of war. His metallic thumb rubbed over it, as he gently folded it, and tucked it beneath the chest plate, right to his heart. His gauntlet pulled out and turned to a fist which he set upon the chest plate twice to show it’s firmness in place. Another gauntlet reached to her cheek to brush a single tear away. “Do not cry, for it is a waste of precious water, Ya Omri(My Darling/My life). I answer a just call, and ride to avenge my mother, my people’s suffering. So that one day, we can be allowed to marry, and worship in peace.” The knight kneeled into the bitter cold, so that he could slightly raise his head to her, pressing the back of her hand to his metallic helm as a kiss, then placing the same spot to his metallic forehead. She quickly rushed and did the same to his gauntlet, a soft sad yet blushed scoff emitted from the women who waited too early for the man in devotion. The sun now was above everyone, as tribes men and women met the Knight and his retinue of Tribal warriors before their leaving. Women hugged their husbands, brothers and sons, offering them small gifts and well wishes, and a few small children waved Tribal flags with religious statements upon them. The Knight stood stoically alone, the same women among those in the group giving well wishes waved to the soldiers though unable to show her direct love, she hoped he would know her intent. A young man approached the man with an armored horse with its mane of a bright warm red. A gift from the Imperial Prince for his service in a time of turmoil, he now prized, The Knight inspected the horse and dipped his head toward the black haired young man. “Thank you Thomas, You have served me well as my aid, however, The estate needs you. Take care of them for me hm? And keep to your training." His gauntlet did not wait for response as it planted firmly against his new shoulder, that was originally lost to an Orcish attack upon the home, made new by The knight’s sister, a quiet and sweet gesture. He mounted the steed, which Thomas soon offered him his lance and shield, he bobbed his head, before turning to the Mujahideen, he raised a single gauntlet with no words but erupted in the glorification of Allah came from the men and tribe. As he began to lead them down the road. A small goblin, shroom, tossing roses weirdly shaped as mushrooms down to the soldiers as they passed. “I will keep our love safe, while you keep our empire and family safe.” Sir Zubayr The Sandsworn, Of the Banu Shaheed, rode forward to the frontlines, with hope in Allah that his enemies may never have. “Sir, Sir, Wake up, you are needed.” The knight bolted awake remembering the scene of leaving, his gauntlet rubbed to the helm he slept in. “What is it Hasan?” he said as he stepped out of the tent to the loud bustling of soldiers at a warfront checkpoint north of the empire past Urguan. “Some reports, scouts report some dwarves in large groups are mustering up and so forth.” he stated unworried, “like due to the increased bandits and the war that's been on their borders.” he finished as he looked to Sir Zubayr looking over the sea for any ships coming from the horde. “We will be sailing in five days when the rest of the navy is here, but our ships are ready. . . and you have a letter.” he added to the silent Knight, which caused the Ebony helm to turn from the sun glistened sea. “Shukran Hasan.” he took the letter. It had been a Year since he left, yet he received no word from home. A soft smile grew beneath the helm as he read the letter from his sister on pilgrimage, though she was not home, it was a warm welcome to the knight as he loved his sisters to the highest degree. On the same letter he flipped it and began to write to her; @Frisket After sending it upon the falcon a few moments past before a roar filled the camp, the knight rushed to find dwarven and orcish flags coming from the woods. “Bastards! We are cut off. Hassan! Get the women and children onto the boats and load up, We sail early ahead of the army! You men.” his Qalasheen Shamshir pointing toward ten “With me!” Blood and fire and shit, the smell was otherworldly as the ships sailed away. The Knight and 4 remaining of the ten stared as the dwarves and orcs burned what was left. Luckily everything was loaded, and few casualties were sustained because of it. The Knight cursed under his breath, as they were unable to send word of Urguan’s treason. “Signal the ships, send the soldier’s families and camp followers to the empire, they need to report of Urugan's treason, The rest of us sail to Krugmar!” he bellowed out. An official report of the outcome was written and signed to be given to the Head of the Dragon knights and the Emperor. No doubt they would hear of a ‘defeat’ before his letter, but it mattered not, they were but a small vanguard. The letter entitled a total of 9 casualties, though the small warband was safe. The camp was set to fire to prevent enemy use. The luck and will of Allah mentioned for the quickness of the band and its preparation. The ship met up with the imperial navy and turned back to report the oncoming events. However Zubayr and his ships met trouble, A storm, black and thunderous met them, and now. . . Sir Zubayr and a small warband of the imperium of Man were lost somewhere in the deserts of Krugmar shipwrecked. “Wait for it.” muttered a Qalasheen voice as they sat atop the mountains blanketed in Straadoth hides that camouflage them, A orcish patrol and war caravan crept down the road, before halting as the Ebony armor slowly walked onto the road, his Qalasheen longsword twirled in hand before planting it into the sandy sandstone road. “Ya orcs, I give you this one and only warning, lay down your arms, leave your carts and you shall leave alive. Or I swear by Allah, I bring men who love death, just as you love your lives. Choose your next words carefully.” A orc slowly raised his great warhammer, and bellowed our words of blah that was hard to understand to the Knight although fluent, a few steps into his charge, a Bolt pierced his skull and slammed into the sand behind him in a loud thud, more Saqr Al-Nahashes opened fired and pelted the war caravan, rocks beside the road lifted as Qalasheen warriors belted from the sand and cut down the unprepared warriors. The sand would soon settle, the desert now crimson, as Kha warrior and Orc laid upon the sand. The Knight brushed some sand off a crimson covered Tusk and put it into his satchel. “Take what we need, burn everything else but the bodies. Let the horde know we were here. Give them a little chance to catch us.” he ordered Hasan, who was pulling his Badawi spear from Kha's body. “Yes sir.” Calls soon came upon the dunes. “Allahu Akbar!” Sir Zubayr The Sandworn, was in the land of the Horde, and had come to avenge the starved refugees of his childhood. The sons of Krug thought they knew ‘Rage’ soon, they shall learn it from a master.

The Anniversary of The End of The Farfolk Oppression The End of The Soraya Kharadeen ‘The Betrayer’s Reign 18th OF MALIN'S WELCOME, 1656 It has been 7 Qali years since The Mahdi had finished the liberation of the Farfolk from Soraya Kharadeen’s reign. Many years did the Farfolk oppression take place, beginning when Soroya Kharadeen had betrayed her people, allowing the massacre of her own people for the sake of power, and the consequences were dire. The first major incident was when a caravan designated by the masjid of primarily women and children was attacked upon the road to Haense on a Zakat mission. Later it was found that it was Soroya, angered by the inability to take the Zakat for themselves, did they give the information to a canonist extremist group, which resulted in the burning of several women at the stake, one of which being the infamous pregnant women Hafsah Kaneen who was martyred that day. It was this event that began the marking of the great Farfolk oppression, Where Soroya Kharadeen began the destruction of the Masjids, and banning of religious and cultural wear, and the worship of Iman Rashidun. Many innocents were arrested, and many were martyred. It was then when the magnificent Auda Kharadeen, The Mahdi, created the intifada, and for several long years he fought the super powers of the world, and overcame them. Having many of the farfolks resided in Haense, cousins of the Mahdi that were related to Soroya had urged Auda to return the Qalasheen to Santegia-Haria offering promises of change. Tensions were high within Santegia-Haria, but the pain of the oppression of Soroya still stung, her influence destroyed over the farfolk through the valiant Mujahideen of the Kadarsi. However, it did not last for long, rumors wafted about that a plan was in place against the Kadarsi and the farfolks by the Betrayer once more and one fateful evening, Soroya Kharadeen, upon a walk within the city, stumbled against a poor Qalasheen women. She had ordered her guards to tear her hijab off, and some incidents report she was forced to drink wine. This caused the eruption of the farfolks, and through a large protest which overwhelmed the Santegians and through the honorable and valiant few Santegians, forced Soroya to surrender all leadership of the farfolks and return the titles of Haria. It was this day of the 18th of Malin’s welcome, 1656 did the Qalasheen receive their independence and toppled the tyrannical Dictator and freed their country. It is why as we approach this historic day once more, we will host the great celebration of the official end of the Farfolk Oppression and the Qalasheen independence! Come and join us as we shall host food, drinks, a lecture, and memorial for those who were martyred and for the brave heroes who sacrificed all they could, So the Farfolks may now be free. The following was the chant of their freedom. Oh, my father, oh, my father We don't want Soroya's rule, oh my We don't want Soroya's rule, mother, we want freedom Oh, my father, oh, my father We don't want Soroya's rule, we want freedom Oh, my father, oh, my father We don't want Soroya's rule, we want freedom Oh, woe is me, Haria Oh, rose shining with a candle We started chanting for you every Friday And calling for peaceful resistance Oh, woe is me, Damashq Land of dignity from the heavens Your youth understand and know Long live the youth of peaceful resistance Oh, my father, oh, my father We don't want Soroya's rule, we want freedom Oh, my father, oh, my father We don't want Soroya's rule, we want freedom Oh, woe is me, Al-Faiz They shot our women with bolts And the men of Kaneen will not be trampled upon They are all courageous and honorable Oh, woe is me, Fakhr Oasis Land of martyrdom and land of glory Your wolves and lions are men of honor Long live Fakr and Aladeen Oh, my father, oh, my father We don't want Soroya's rule, we want freedom Oh, my father, oh, my father We don't want Soroya's rule, we want freedom Oh, woe is me, Al-Khaleed Your rivers is sweet and never dries up And they sprinkled incense on the revolution Long live the youth of Al-Mona Oh, woe is me, Khalestine We don't love anything but freedom Our revolution is a flame that will intensify And shake the land of the Santegians Oh, my father, oh, my father We don't want Soroya's rule, we want freedom Oh, my father, oh, my father We don't want Soroya's rule, we want freedom Oh, woe is me, Kadarsi Your love is precious to my heart The waves of the sea call out to you And we want to revive Al-Wakrah Oh my, oh my, oh square Oh thorn in the throat of the regime May God bless you, people of Damashq And long live my country, Haria On the Kitab Al-Salam, oh father, on the Shuhada We don't want Soroya's rule, we want freedom On the Kitab Al-Salam, oh father, on the Shuhada We don't want Soroya's rule, we want freedom Oh father, on the Kitab Al-Salam, oh father, on the Shuhada We don't want Soroya's rule, oh my We don't want Soroya's rule, mother, we want freedom

Worked really hard on this to make sure it is separated from RL Islam. As All the writers were Muslim, we put alot of effort to make sure we did not make a mockery of Islam, and also respect the original lore built by our predecessors. While also adapting to the many new server rules, which made some parts of the rp religion bannable. This was made with the full intention that every defendant race can worship, and fit with the ORIGINAL lore of the server as the Rashidun faith was intended to be as. We thank you all for your love and support!

Make it a additional thing, Don't make it a MA, let us common men study the stars and do cool things with it! Not magic! We need cool NONE MAGIC STUFF :( Cool lore thu, i gada state ;)

A Imperial Dragon in gold nodded toward his Grand master, a bow of the head "Your wish, Our hands." he remarked, at their side.

Sir Zubayr Bin Shamil took the notice in hand, as it was offered to him. His gaze looked toward the fire for a moment in thought, a slow smile crept upon his face as he went to hang the declaration in his home. Dawning his armor he made his way toward the sheikh, and awnsering the call of Jihad. Preparing to help enflame all the fronts and take their battle to them. Seeking maryterdom or victory as he had hope in Allah, that his enemies will never have. "Glory be to Allah, we shall ride forth first to help our empire and people. What is more noble? To sit at home and speak about the injustices? Or to right the wrongs with the blade of Haqq against the shattered neck of falsehood."

The Kitab Al-Furrusiyyah Series When you find this book, either by old scrolls, a vast library, or a dusty bookshelf in old ruins. It still smells of musk, History wash through it, bearing witness to heroes, martyrs and brave men. One could dare say, nasheeds of an old ring in the ear as you find yourself almost teleported with this book, to a simpler, and more honorable time. ♫♪♬♫♪♬ [This is for a link attached to a book series that can be found in game. Good luck, and enjoy being an adventurer and student of knowledge. This is some music to listen to as you delve into it!] [Hey, why don't you leave a comment in the end if you enjoyed my book!]

Zubayr Bin Shamil gazed upon a stall for Jaza'aa he stumbled upon. Beneath the helm a corner of his lip crooked up as he let out a scoff. "Damn, Jaza'aa always on top of your craft." He said lifting a blade and inspecting it. "Out of all the heart strain he gives me, brings me good comfort to see his heart done well in this." The helm nodded approvingly as he made his way toward a location undisclosed beside a select few.

Zubayr rested in the cushions of the Qalasheen camp as he listened to Nickolai preform such a song as he watched his sisters speak to their future courters. A warm smile on his face as peace resided within the camp.