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Zubayr would write his vote with the Qalasheen Voting block! before submitting it into the box, nodding in approval.

Zubayr was riding by himself in the forests of the northern lands of the Empire, His Qalasheen Dune horse snorted mist from the cold air as Dawn began to break. His eyes adjusted as he patted the mane of Turfa. Suddenly A call from his falcon, Al-Taheer, sounded Infront of him, swooping down as he instinctively raised his forearm, To it's back, a note, reading it. His helm nodded reading it "Khair Inshallah, Let us decide, As true sons and daughters of the Banu Shaheed."

caliphate 3.0 when? will you make Aqua caliph this time or nestro

Beneath the Moon of Burgundy: The Trial of Zubayr bin Shamil Al-Assad [Event post] ¸.·´¯`·¸¸.·´¯`·¸¸.·´¯`·¸¸.·´¯`·¸¸.·¸.·´¯`·¸¸.·´¯`·¸¸.·´¯`·¸¸.·´¯`·¸¸.·¸.·´¯`·¸¸.·´¯`·¸¸.·´¯`·¸¸.·´¯`·¸¸.·¸.·´¯`·¸¸.·´¯`·¸¸.·´¯`·¸¸.·´¯`·¸¸.·´¯`·¸¸.·´¯`·¸¸.·¸.·´¯`·¸¸.·´¯`·¸¸.·´¯`·¸¸.· The night winds howled through the peaks like the wailing of ancient spirits. Thin curtains of mist slipped around towering pine trunks, and frost clung in silver filaments to the bare crags above. Far from the flickering lights of Burgundy’s grand cities, a lone tent stood amid a cluster of boulders, its leather hide patched and weathered from desert storms and mountain snow alike. Inside, a clay pot hissed softly atop glowing embers. Spices lingered in the steam—a warm scent of cumin and coriander, so achingly familiar that it felt like a tether back to a life long lost. Zubayr bin Shamil Al-Assad sat beside it, shoulders bowed, head low, fingers tracing the worn seams of his Badawi armor. He was a man carved of strong lines and hardened muscle, yet the weight pressing upon his back seemed to dwarf him utterly. In his dark eyes flickered a tempest of sorrow, regret, and yearning that no soldier’s discipline could subdue. He was Qalasheen—a son of the desert sands, born under suns that blazed with a heat the Empire of Man could scarcely imagine. Yet for years now, he had dwelled among strangers in Burgundy: a realm of Canonists whose great cathedrals burned with holy flame, whose priests spoke of salvation through the blood of a god-man, and whose courtiers wrapped their truths in honeyed words. To Zubayr, whose faith taught him that Allah alone was One, Eternal, without partner nor son, the sight of flames in sacred rites brought to mind the substance of Iblees himself—formed of fire, tempter of mankind. Yet though his tongue ached to speak the truth of his creed, Zubayr dared not utter it openly. He wore silence like a mask, for fear that even his friends among the Imperial Guard would turn their steel against him should they discover the secret he carried. But secrets weighed heavy. And guilt weighed heavier still. For months past, Zubayr had borne the memory of the woman he’d been ordered to kill—a deed that had shocked his comrades to the core. The blade had fallen at his hand, though his soul recoiled with every drop of her blood. His friends had looked upon him with eyes sharp as drawn sabers, their forgiveness slow, pained, and incomplete. The echo of her dying breath lingered between them all, poisoning every jest, every smile. And now, the Empire itself felt ever more distant. The feasts and triumphs, the drills and parades—all rang hollow in his ears. His service as an Imperial Guardsman had brought neither honor nor promotion. Children, or men with softer hands, were lifted over him time and again, praised for virtues Zubayr could not see. The sting of injustice burned in him, though he buried it beneath duty and prayer. Yet the deepest wound was one time could not close. A few short weeks before his flight to the mountains, a small boy—an adopted brother of the Imperial Guard—had collapsed into sudden sleep. The child, cursed with narcolepsy, lay there as limp as a marionette whose strings were cut. And in that single breathless instant, Zubayr was no longer in Burgundy, nor under its cloudy skies. He was back under a desert sun, watching his own little brother fall. He saw the boy as he had been: slender shoulders wrapped in a dust-stained keffiyeh, gripping a spear too tall for him. He remembered how his brother, no older than thirteen, had begged to ride with the warriors of their tribe as they prepared to battle a savage clan of Iblees-worshippers who preyed upon refugee caravans. Against their elders’ judgment, the boy had been allowed to join them, eager to fight fi sabilillah—in the path of Allah. He had fallen amidst fire and shrieks and iron blades, slain while fighting recklessly beyond his years. Zubayr’s scream that day had torn his throat raw. His mother’s wails still throbbed in his ears. And so, when the cursed child fell asleep in Burgundy’s fortress hall, the ghost of Zubayr’s brother reached across the years and dragged him into grief anew. He could not endure the weight of memory. He fled. Into the mountains he went, climbing ever higher through pine forests and stony ridges, until the stars seemed close enough to pluck from the sky. For months, he lingered there, half-starved but yearning for silence, away from the voices of men. On one such night, beneath a vault of stars, Zubayr left his tent and stepped into the chill. Moonlight flooded the cliffs, casting pale glows across the snow-crusted stones. The wind tugged the tail of his turban, and frost glimmered on his beard. Slowly, as though drawn by unseen chains, he dropped to his knees. One knee struck stone, then the other. He placed a trembling hand against the leather armor over his chest, feeling his heart thunder beneath. His eyes, rimmed red from sleeplessness, lifted to the shining orb of the moon. [!] “Oh my Lord… Only You do I worship, and You alone I call upon, Oh Allah. I am but a humble slave, a mumineen. Upon Your slave’s lips is the declaration: ‘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.’ My Lord… I am a foreigner in these lands, alone in Your worship, living among people who worship the flame—that of which Iblees was made. My Lord, I am drenched in sin. You are the Most Merciful. You have mercy for the wayfarer—am I not a wayfarer? If not, I am misguided. And if I am misguided, I seek Your guidance. As Your mercy is upon those who seek guidance—am I not seeking it? If not, I am indeed among the needy, for You have said You are merciful upon the needy. If I am not needy, I am wretched—and You said Your mercy is upon the wretched. So have mercy on me! My Lord… give me strength and guidance. How can I do anything without Your aid? I am surrounded by fitna, transgressions, and the forbidden. Guide me as You guided Your servants to the mountains when Akangi came. Give me roots deep, like that of the tallest, mightiest mountain that rules above all its valleys. My Lord… guide me!” Tears streamed down his cheeks, soaking into his beard, trembling like dew upon a spider’s web. His voice cracked, a sound torn from the depths of a soul battered and raw. The night seemed to hold its breath. And then— THUNDER cracked like the strike of a celestial whip. The ground beneath him shuddered. Bats erupted from crevices, wings black against the moonlight, screeching as they spiraled into the skies. Figures emerged from the shadows around his camp—warriors in armor black as pitch, bearing sigils unseen for many years. They carried curved blades and cruel hooks, and their voices hissed with inhuman sibilance. Zubayr’s eyes widened as he recognized them for what they were: true Iblees-worshippers, long thought purged from these lands. Overhead, monstrous creatures took wing—twisted shapes that once might have been eagles or griffons, now warped by foul sorcery, spitting arrows of fire down upon him. Zubayr seized his Father's Shamshir, the steel flashing in the moonlight. He roared the name of his Lord and lunged into the melee. One by one, monstrous champions challenged him. Each duel left blood on the rocks. Zubayr staggered, battered, slashed—but he refused to fall. Sparks flew as blades rang against his Father's Shamshir. Dark blood smoked upon the stones. His breath grew ragged. His vision swam red. And then— From the depths of the storm clouds above, a colossal shape descended, beating wings that shook the mountain. Fire bellowed from its jaws, scales glimmering like embers. Its voice was thunder, proclaiming itself a servant of Iblees, come to end the slave of Allah who dared disturb the mountain. The battle was chaos. Explosions of flame split rock. Pine trees burst into cinders. Zubayr dodged, rolled, and struck, chanting prayers between gasping breaths. His Father's Shamshir bit into scaly hide again and again until finally, with a roar of defiance, he drove the blade through the creature’s throat. The great Champion of Iblee’s corpse crashed down the mountainside, its bulk scattering rocks and splintered pines like toy soldiers. The roar of fire and wind faded, leaving an aching silence behind. Zubayr staggered, chest heaving, his sword slick with blood both black and red. The rain fell, cold and relentless, pattering on the scorched earth. All around him, the mountain lay in ruin. Trees were charred to skeletal husks. Jagged rents gaped open in the stone. Rubble lay where once there had been mossy slopes. The air stank of brimstone and burned flesh. Smoke twisted upward in ragged columns, smothering the stars. Zubayr dropped to his knees, staring at the devastation. A low moan left his throat—a prayer half-formed, lost in exhaustion. Then, as if some veil were lifted, a hush fell across the peaks. A breeze stirred, cool and gentle, rustling the torn canvas of his tent. It carried a scent of pine sap and damp earth. Above, the storm clouds began to dissolve like ink swirling away in clear water. One by one, stars emerged, scattered like silver coins across velvet skies. The moon shone down, pale and luminous, casting a soft glow over the wounded slopes. And before Zubayr’s eyes, the mountain began to heal. The charred trunks of trees quivered, then straightened, blackened bark falling away like scabs as fresh green wood glistened beneath. Branches unfurled new needles, dew sparkling upon each slender tip. The scorched moss upon the rocks swelled and spread, creeping across stone with impossible speed, until the mountainside wore once more a cloak of emerald. Great rents in the earth closed slowly, stone folding back upon itself as though the mountain exhaled in relief. Splintered boulders knit together, veins of quartz glinting in seamless lines. Ash melted into soil, dark and rich, giving off the faint fragrance of rain-soaked loam. Even the air itself seemed to grow clearer, as if the smoke were drawn away by unseen hands. Zubayr blinked tears from his sore eyes, unable to look away. He could hardly breathe, so profound was the beauty unfurling around him. In moments, where there had been ruin, there stood once more the quiet, ancient majesty of the mountain. Only the bodies of the slain remained, grim testament to the battle that had raged. The moonlight bathed the restored slopes, and in that silver glow, Zubayr felt a trembling certainty deep in his soul: This was a sign. He lowered his head, pressing his brow to the damp earth, tears falling freely. “My Lord… is this Your forgiveness? Or Your promise? Show me the path You would have me walk…” When he rose, the wind whispered around him, carrying the hush of pine needles and the soft music of distant water, as though the mountain itself whispered back: Stand. Go forth. Your trial is not in vain. And so Zubayr stood, gripping his sword, and turned his eyes back toward the Empire of Man. There, alone among the peaks, Zubayr wept. For all he had lost. For all he could not say. For all he hoped might yet come. And when dawn broke, he gathered his few belongings, tied his turban, and began the long journey back toward Burgundy’s gates. Somewhere deep inside, he carried a new resolve. A sense that the Almighty’s eye still watched him. Though he was a stranger in a strange land, his purpose was not yet fulfilled. Zubayr bin Shamil Al-Assad, Qalasheen son of the desert, servant of the One, returned to the Empire of Man, still a foreigner—but now carrying a spark of divine promise burning quietly in his chest. Dawning his Imperial guardsmen armor once more. ¸.·´¯`·¸¸.·´¯`·¸¸.·´¯`·¸¸.·´¯`·¸¸.·¸.·´¯`·¸¸.·´¯`·¸¸.·´¯`·¸¸.·´¯`·¸¸.·¸.·´¯`·¸¸.·´¯`·¸¸.·´¯`·¸¸.·´¯`·¸¸.·¸.·´¯`·¸¸.·´¯`·¸¸.·´¯`·¸¸.·´¯`·¸¸.·´¯`·¸¸.·´¯`·¸¸.·¸.·´¯`·¸¸.·´¯`·¸¸.·´¯`·¸¸.· Thank you to the ST who helped give me this wonderful PVE/CRP event, I know it had a lot of funny shenanigans but it genuinely brightened my day. I had to honor you guys by posting a little rp post on it. This was genuinely one of my favorite experiences on LOTC! For the St's that were there I love you guys. Images from event: (boats were labeled Dead Infidel <3) Here is a video I made prior to the event and had Adam post for me <3

Eid Mubarak!

Here king, you dropped your crown 🤴

Dear Members, As we observe Men’s Mental Health Awareness Month this June, I would like to take this opportunity to reflect on a matter of profound importance—one that is too often marginalized or minimized in public discourse: the mental health and emotional well-being of men. Across cultures and communities, men are frequently subjected to deeply ingrained expectations regarding strength, composure, and self-reliance. While these traits can be virtues, the societal pressure to appear invulnerable often discourages men from acknowledging their inner struggles, much less seeking help. The result is a silent crisis—one that can manifest in depression, anxiety, substance abuse, emotional isolation, or, tragically, suicide. The Scope of the Problem Statistics reveal a stark reality. In many countries, men are significantly less likely than women to seek mental health services, even when they are in distress. Yet they are disproportionately represented in suicide rates, particularly in middle-aged and older demographics. Factors contributing to this imbalance include: Stigma around expressing emotions or seeking therapy Cultural norms that equate vulnerability with weakness Lack of mental health education or awareness Social isolation or lack of meaningful support networks Undiagnosed conditions, such as depression, PTSD, or ADHD This situation is not inevitable. It is a call to action—both individually and collectively. What Can Be Done? 1. Promote Open Dialogue One of the most effective ways to combat stigma is through conversation. By normalizing discussions around mental health, we begin to dismantle the barriers that prevent men from speaking up. Whether it’s within families, workplaces, schools, or online communities, creating space for honest, judgment-free dialogue can make an immense difference. 2. Educate and Raise Awareness Awareness must be rooted in understanding. Education about mental health conditions, warning signs, and available treatments empowers individuals to recognize when they or others need support. It also helps foster empathy and reduce harmful stereotypes. Some signs of emotional distress may include: Withdrawal from social activities or relationships Sudden changes in behavior, sleep, or appetite Increased irritability or anger Persistent feelings of hopelessness or fatigue Reliance on alcohol or substances to cope 3. Encourage Professional Help Therapy, counseling, and psychiatric care are not just for crisis situations—they are valuable tools for growth, healing, and resilience. Encouraging men to explore professional support without shame is crucial. Mental health services can be life-saving, and early intervention can prevent more serious consequences down the line. 4. Foster Meaningful Connections Social connection is a powerful protective factor. Whether through friendships, mentorship, peer support groups, or shared activities, meaningful relationships provide emotional grounding and a sense of belonging. Reaching out to someone—even with a simple, “How are you really doing?”—can open the door to support. 5. Model and Practice Emotional Honesty Those in positions of leadership or influence—be it at home, in the community, or in the workplace—can help reshape the conversation by modeling emotional honesty. Vulnerability is not a weakness; it is a sign of courage. When others witness this, they are more likely to open up themselves. 6. Engage in Self-Care and Resilience-Building Activities Encouraging men to care for their mental health means highlighting habits that support emotional well-being: Regular physical activity Mindfulness practices such as meditation or journaling Healthy sleep routines Balanced nutrition Time outdoors or in nature Limiting exposure to toxic media or environments Setting boundaries in work and relationships Moving Forward Men’s Mental Health Awareness Month is not just about raising awareness—it is about fostering change. It is about reminding every man that his mental and emotional health is just as important as his physical health. It is about telling boys and young men that their feelings are valid, that asking for help is not a betrayal of masculinity, but a profound act of self-respect and strength. Let us use this month not only to advocate, but to listen. Let us check in on the men in our lives—not just when something seems wrong, but routinely. Let us extend compassion not only to others, but to ourselves. And let us be active participants in creating a culture where men can speak, feel, and heal without fear. Thank you for taking the time to reflect on this. If you or someone you know is struggling, I urge you to reach out. Help is available, and recovery is possible. With respect and solidarity, Your beloved Jihadi Ibraheem Ps. We love you boys Keep up the good fight! and thanks chat gpt.

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As he should be, I over stepped my bounds!

My only issue is the lack of a desert

Assalamu Alaikum Wa Rahmatullah Wa Barakatuh! It is I! Hello! It has been a long time since I seen the blocky field and towering castles, the proud elves, and strong dwarves, Chaotic humanity, Wholesome Halflings, and merchant khas. Firstly I would like to state I miss you all, and I am very interested in hearing what I have missed! Tell me the state of affairs that I had left you all to? What great stories have come, Nations that have fallen, and nations that rose! Ask me anything, I miss hearing the stories of my old companions. I had taken a glance on the forums but I know nothing, and I want to know more! Also how is pvp on the server? Do we have a pvp default? Is it a RP default? Tell me ye old adventurers! Side note @Aesopian I saw your star add on, I miss you oh sultan of coding, my heart misses your company and greatness! How are you habibi @Telanir How are you old friend? Is the server still at the Admin’s throat every weekend for something they cant control? @squakhawk Well well well, if it isn't the one a great and mighty Squak, master of lore and storytelling! How are you? Are players still spamming for their own private events from the story team and wanting their epic overpowered monster pets to be accepted?

Shamil would receive news, and simply place his hands into his face and wept, For a great man had perished, and a good teacher and friend, he made dua to Allah for his forgiveness and entrance into seven skies, and only wished he was able to say a proper goodbye after his peoples eviction from Hyspia. "Goodbye Ya Sahibi, May Allah reward you a great home in Paradise, I hope your family will continue to honor you as a man of their word, and standing on the principles of fairness. Ininna li-llahi Wa-Inna Ilayhi Raji'un, From Allah We come, and to him we shall return.."

Shamil A Qalashen Badawi did not know anything much of the lady who had died but made a through dua for her to enter Seven Skies.

Shamil Bin Shaheed Al-Assad took the paper and read it, his brows raised at the rise of the tribe's women to be given such a honor, "Subhan Allah, All glory is to Allah, I hope she can achieve for such a task, it is nice to see her status rise superior than the rest of us. Alhumdillah." He offered the paper back to his fellow tribesmen as he went back to fletching arrows in their new temporary home.

Wtf have I been missing, how do I get into this, need room for more rashidun Mujahideen

Vandalism & Principles [!] Two Qalasheen cleaning their hands after the fact Upon one simple day, a land turned violent not against others but to themselves, angry mobs egg suspected culprit homes, while others took advantage of the chaos and vandalized and egged the city’s markets, clinics and homes across its boundaries. Hyspia, after a great disturbance of rat traps within their tax office, placed a bounty on the one who may be placing them. A singular Mousin terrified and a population bent on anger, egged homes, and either them, random children interested in some mischief or suspected culprits egged the rest of the town. With all this chaos, it was the Qalasheen who stood to the side and watched the chaos happen. They themselves soon find themselves without a home in the land of Hyspia, being evicted for unknown or undisclosed reasons, causing a great distress within their own individual community. Returning from their holy pilgrimage, they found most of their possessions gone, herds stolen and lost, and then the eviction though even with the calamity befalling them, Traditions, Honor, Discipline and Principles shined through once more. Just after returning to the city, Two Qalasheens and a little boy came from the desert from a hunt, coming back empty handed and exhausted they made their way into the city. Standing by the gate, the two found the markets and homes littered with vandalism and trash. One spoke up speaking to the other “Oh Shamil, take the cloth, let's clean this, May Allah forgive us, inshallah.” Though upon saying this, Harassment soon befell the man from a young Hyspian guard, insulting their intelligence yet in the face of such was wisdom, the Qalasheen man simply walked away, but in spite of this, the guard withdrew a great executioner’s Sword. Spotting the drawing of the sword, Shamil stepped forward and raised a hand, placing himself between the guard and the other Qalasheen man and boy. “Are you threatening the Sheikh? You are a guard! Act with some dignity!” spoke Shamil, The guard stared with resentment towards them, taking out a cigar and puffed it, and rested his blade on his shoulder. Finally Sheikh Abdur spoke “Weapons are not meant for threats, young one, if you are not to use it, keep it sheathed, and fear Allah.” The guard in some strange bout of pride spoke once more “Stop acting like ******* childern.” As the Qalasheen men went about cleaning the eggs Shamil spoke “You have lost your argument as soon as you lost your temper, and began to curse, Patience is what you must learn, I pray you learn it well.'' After such an incident, the Qalasheen men returned to cleaning the city, Hyspians sat and watched, some offered bitter insults. The young boy looked up to the sheikh “Baba? Why did you not box him upon the ear? Why must we clean this when they do all this?” Sheikh Abdur simply smiled to the boy as Shamil struggled to clean a balcony from a egg that was zealously thrown high. Taking a knee and placing a firm hand upon the boy’s shoulder the sheikh spoke once more. “Oh my son, even though I am a sheikh among our people, leading them in affairs and tribulations. I am a man, A slave of Allah, when I go before Allah, I will be asked what I have done in sight of this. Through these sufferings, I may say, ‘Oh my lord, Through these troubles, I have shown them my hand of mercy, even when it was not befitting to do so, in hopes you my lord, the most merciful, may show me mercy.’..." The sheikh was silent for the moment before looking to his son more sternly, firming his hand upon the boy’s shoulder “Dignity in one’s faith, and the bravery to follow it’s principles in all times. Remember this of our Furusiya(Qalasheen Code of Chivalry), my son.” The boy nodded, and following the guidance from his father, and a warm smile on his face, he picked up the shells of eggs, Shamil and Abdur watched in silence for a moment nodding in a grin, proud of the boy’s ability to learn, and then take action of the knowledge for the pleasure of Allah. Hyspia was cleaned, and in prayer to GOD, may it’s hearts be washed as well. Inshallah. [This was a roleplay that took place in Hyspia, in no way this is any shitpost or insult to Hyspia or anything, rather a forum post on character development.]

A Qalasheen of old age gets a large bundle of eternal leaf for his aging back pain! ----- A Qalasheen nodded a few times as he received orders from THE DRUG LORD, and began to run off, to begin the operation once more as puffs of smokes begin to fill the area behind him as exotic music plays.

yes make a skills plugin plz

Shamil reads the missive and nods approvingly "May Allah strengthen their command structure and grant them victory, They seem to hold great honor, Perhaps I shall visit soon."

Ramadan Kareem As normally I got you with the click bait, man, I have been doing this for years now, but regardless I will be writing about this great event as I do every year. To all my fellow EPIC MINEMAN AND LOTC PLAYERS who are not aware exactly what this post is and what is going on! Every year I, yours truly, write ‘THE RAMADAN POST’ in which I express what Ramadan is, The values of Ramadan, and of course THE LOTC RAMADAN CHALLENGE(more on this later). I always post 3 ramadan posts in Ramadan, The first one(This one) The last 10 days, And then the EID post. Needless to say, I am very happy to have arrived at this point in life with all of you again, where I can see my friends and community thrive, and beat each other with good vibes, and do their best to try and promote goodness and kindness, so in this regard, Happy Ramadan everyone, from the bottom of my heart. To those that are un-aware there is QUITE a large Muslim community on LOTC, and many of us participate in Ramadan, and many of us LEAVE LOTC for the month! What is Ramadan SO What is RAMADAN!? And why are there billions of people so excited for it! Well Ramadan is the ninth month on the Islamic Calendar, now I know, I know, ‘Ibraheem, What is so special about a 9th month out of all things?’ Well I'd say RELAX I GOT YOU! It is so special because this month, Ramadan, Is when the Quran, The Islamic Holy text and word was first sent down. In this month, Muslims from all around the world fast from sunrise till sunset. This is to remind ourselves of the blessings we have, and to also humble us to remember those less fortunate who do not have food, so that we may become closer to our fellow human beings. That means not consuming anything, Including food and water, and also not partaking in the birds and the bees. Now I already hear you saying ‘But Ibraheem, You absolute hulking chad of a Man, Why is that so significant? And is that it?’ Well don't you worry you mineman block roleplayer, Brother Ibraheem is here yet again to answer your questions! In Ramadan, we muslims Call this month a Month of MERCY, you see, we believe that Shaytan otherwise known as Ibless or Satan or THE DEVIL, Is locked up! In this month with the devil locked up you are able to much easier to drop bad habits, promote and grow new good ones, and become both a better person both physically and spiritually! What are the values of Ramadan Now there is a lot of aspects about Ramadan, But in this month we try to better ourselves by doing good deeds and begin actively doing a large increase of good actions this month to reap all the rewards it provides, So… What are some of these actions I speak about, Well, This is often literally everything that is good but the most common is feeding the hungry, Giving charity, helping around the community it being cleaning up, or helping old lady jenkins down the road install her new tv that she still calls a gimmick. But why? I hear you ask. Well In Ramadan we believe that YOUR GOOD DEEDS are multiplied by 70! Yes you heard me, 70 times you get the good deeds of doing one, now that's a steal, Especially because even a Smile is charity, and that's a good deed! Not only in this blessed month, We believe on the last TEN nights, God goes down to the lowest heavens and listens to the Dua(requests) from us and answers them or gives us something TEN TIMES BETTER FOR US! There is SO much benefits to Ramadan, that if I stayed here typing, you all would have left from exhaustion of reading SO, Ill finish this off with the PHYSICAL benefits of fasting What are the PHYSICAL Benefits of Ramadan Not only this, Fasting in this certain way is actually SUPER healthy for you!(Do note, 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, a matter of fact in Ramadan, 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, this is heavily encouraged. Now what does fasting do to the body if done properly? I'm glad you asked! This will make you self care people very happy, and those chads who like to go to the gym and get fit! 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 a 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! THE 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 years 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 Now This Ramadan, The Ramadan Discord will be held in the Qalasheen Discord, later tonight we will be finishing the Subsection of the Ramadan channel, in which muslims from LOTC or those who wish to learn or partake in the fasting will support one another and learn! Here every year we host events, and study groups and work together in increasing our knowledge and encouraging one another to keep doing the best they can! Even if your not muslim your welcome to come and learn from us! This will include Islamic Videos, movies, Shows, and extra to help bring forth the knowledge Inshallah. https://discord.gg/SBCJ22n6g7 AND NOW YOUR RAMADAN MEMES

I don't agree with hostility oocly, But I disagree on banning such roleplay wise. Just because they roleplay somthing does not mean that is what they believe IRL. I have had many people play my kids, and they were oocly gay, and were full heartly fine with any anti gay rp. Banning it will not solve anything for roleplay. Roleplay should encourage conflict, and I do understand there is harassment oocly and thats fucked up, and I am sorry if you go through that, though we should not ban any type of roleplay, Besides ERP.

The Menu of The Oasis Rooster Drinks Qahwa —————————————————— 1 Mina A rich and aromatic traditional Qalasheen brewed to perfection for a delightful and invigorating experience. Assab Juice —————————————————— 1 Mina Pure, natural sweetness extracted from fresh sugarcane, offering a revitalizing and hydrating beverage with a hint of tropical delight Mint Tea —————————————————— 1 Mina A soothing infusion of aromatic mint leaves, delivering a refreshing and invigorating herbal experience with every comforting sip. Qirfa Tea —————————————————— 1 Mina A warm and comforting infusion of aromatic cinnamon bark, creating a cozy beverage with a touch of spice for a soul-soothing experience. Dandelion Tea ————————————————— 1 Mina A delicate herbal infusion featuring the subtle notes of dandelion, offering a unique and cleansing experience. Black Tea —————————————————— 1 Mina A classic and robust blend, delivering a bold and rich flavor profile, perfect for tea enthusiasts seeking a timeless beverage. Melissa Tea —————————————————— 1 Mina A fragrant and soothing herbal tea crafted from Melissa leaves, providing a calming and citrusy infusion for a delightful sip. Damashq Rose Tea ———————————————— 1 Mina A romantic blend of Damask rose petals, creating an exquisite floral tea that captivates the senses with its aromatic elegance. Laban —————————————————— 1 Mina A cool and creamy yogurt-based beverage, presenting a refreshing and tangy taste for a delightful and nourishing treat. Appetizers Hummus —————————————————— 3 Mina A velvety blend of chickpeas, tahini, and aromatic spices, offering a creamy and flavorful dip for a delectable appetizer. Falafel —————————————————— 2 Mina Crispy and golden-brown chickpea patties, seasoned to perfection and served with a side of tahini sauce, providing a satisfying and savory dish. Manakish —————————————————— 2 Mina Freshly baked flatbread topped with a savory blend of herbs, spices, and olive oil, creating a delicious and aromatic Qalasheen bread. Qalasheen Pita Bread ————————————— 1 Mina Soft and pillowy pita bread, expertly crafted for a delightful and versatile accompaniment to complement a variety of dishes. Qalasheen Lentil Soup ————————————— 3 Mina A nourishing and hearty soup made from lentils, vegetables, and aromatic spices, offering a comforting and flavorsome bowl of warmth. Salads Fattoush —————————————————— 2 Mina A vibrant and refreshing salad featuring crisp vegetables, mixed greens, and crunchy pita chips, tossed in a zesty sumac dressing for a delightful Qalasheen culinary experience. Tabouli —————————————————— 2 Mina A traditional Qalasheen salad bursting with the freshness of finely chopped parsley, tomatoes, mint, and bulgur, dressed in a tangy blend of olive oil and lemon juice, providing a light and herbaceous side dish. Entrees Lamb Mandi —————————————————— 3 Mina Tender lamb slow-cooked to perfection, infused with aromatic spices and served atop fragrant rice, creating a flavorful and traditional Qalasheen delight. Chicken Mandi ————————————————— 4 Mina Succulent chicken, slow-cooked and seasoned with Qalasheen spices, served on a bed of aromatic rice for a savory and aromatic experience. Kabsa —————————————————— 4 Mina A flavorful Arabian rice dish featuring spiced meat, fragrant basmati rice, and a medley of aromatic spices, offering a hearty and satisfying main course. Kibda —————————————————— 3 Mina A savory delicacy of seasoned and grilled liver, providing a rich and distinctive flavor for those seeking a unique culinary experience. Thareed —————————————————— 4 Mina A wholesome and comforting stew, featuring slow-cooked meat, vegetables, and thin strips of flatbread, creating a delicious and hearty Qalasheed dish. Sambosa —————————————————— 2 Mina Crispy and golden pastries filled with a delectable mixture of spiced meat or vegetables, offering a delightful and savory appetizer or snack. Maqluba —————————————————— 3 Mina A layered casserole of spiced meat, rice, and vegetables, inverted after cooking to reveal a visually stunning and flavorful dish. Ouzi —————————————————— 3 Mina A festive dish featuring spiced rice, mixed nuts, and succulent meat, wrapped in phyllo pastry and baked to perfection for a delightful Qalasheen celebration. | Shakshuka —————————————————— 3 Mina Poached eggs in a flavorful and spicy tomato and bell pepper sauce, creating a hearty and satisfying dish for breakfast or brunch. Koosa Mahshi ———————————————— 3 Mina Zucchini stuffed with a flavorful mixture of spiced rice and ground meat, providing a delicious and wholesome vegetable-based main course. Lamb Shawarma ——————————————— 3 Mina Thinly sliced and marinated lamb, grilled to perfection and served with a variety of accompaniments, offering a savory and satisfying Qalasheen wrap. Chicken Shawarma —————————————— 4 Mina Marinated and grilled chicken, thinly sliced and served with a medley of fresh toppings and sauces, creating a flavorful and satisfying Qalasheen wrap. Beef Shawarma ———————————————— 3 Mina Seasoned and grilled beef, thinly sliced and served with a selection of fresh toppings and sauces, offering a savory and hearty Qalasheen wrap. Desserts Basbousa —————————————————— 4 Mina A delectable semolina cake soaked in fragrant rosewater or orange blossom syrup, providing a sweet and moist dessert with a hint of floral essence. Muhallabia —————————————————— 2 Mina A creamy and luscious Qalasheen milk pudding, delicately flavored with rose or orange blossom water, offering a silky and refreshing dessert. Ma'moul —————————————————— 2 Mina Delicately spiced shortbread cookies filled with dates or nuts, presenting a melt-in-your-mouth experience with a hint of aromatic sweetness. Qalasheen Banana Buza ———————————— 3 Mina Artisanal ice cream flavors by Qalasheen, featuring the rich and creamy goodness of Banana. Qalasheen Carmel Buza ———————————— 3 Mina Artisanal ice cream flavors by Qalasheen, featuring the rich and creamy goodness of Caramel. Qalasheen Vanilla Buza ———————————— 3 Mina Artisanal ice cream flavors by Qalasheen, featuring the rich and creamy goodness of Vanilla. Fakhfakhina —————————————————— 3 Mina A refreshing medley of seasonal fruits, delicately tossed and drizzled with honey or citrus dressing, creating a vibrant and wholesome salad. Baklava —————————————————— 2 Mina Layers of flaky phyllo pastry filled with a sweet mixture of chopped nuts and honey, providing a rich and indulgent dessert with a satisfying crunch. Qatayef —————————————————— 2 Mina Sweet stuffed dumplings, often filled with a mixture of nuts or sweet cheese, and served during special occasions for a delightful and festive treat. Qalasheen Delights ——————————————— 2 Mina Chewy and sweet confections, infused with a variety of flavors such as rosewater or citrus, offering a delightful and indulgent treat with a touch of exotic flair. Luqaimat —————————————————— 3 Mina Deep-fried dumplings drizzled with honey or date syrup, presenting a sweet and addictive traditional Qalasheen dessert. Kunafa —————————————————— 4 Mina Layers of shredded phyllo pastry filled with sweetened cheese or nuts, baked to golden perfection and soaked in fragrant syrup, offering a decadent and satisfying dessert. ((OOC MY MENU! <3 Spent 4 weeks making the items and menu, I will do my best to serve the best items to my capability, Allah grant baraka to you <3

((Does only cannonist receive this or can Iman Rashidun followers as well?

A said Rashidun Jihadist is confused by any incursions into the dark Forrest or area they live but fully supports the big epic Samurai from absolute conquest, and makes dua to aid them in their battles to come! +1