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The Imam's gaze lowered, his hand resting upon the hilt of his cane, his voice quiet, yet unwavering as the call to morning prayer in the empty dawn. "To be cast out by men is one thing... but what man can cast out whom Allah does not abandon? Ya Banu Shaheed, come close and listen." He let the silence carry the weight of his words before continuing. "They claim to be the gatekeepers of mercy... yet they are the first to lock its doors. They speak of Rahma, of Allah’s boundless compassion, but then turn their backs on a man seeking nearness to his Lord." He shakes his head slowly addressing those close to him "What hypocrisy... what utter blindness. Do they think they have more say than the One who created repentance itself? To cast a man out from the House of God while his heart still beats for it.... this is not divine, it is tyranny in the garb of piety. Allah is not in need of their papers, nor their proclamations. He is closer to the broken than to the hypocrites, nearer to the tearful than to the loud." Tears form softly in his eyes as a deep worry overcame him "I weep not for just the Emperor... I weep for a world, for those who blindly follow the misguided, where the ones who claim to carry His name are the first to slam the door shut on His mercy. And I ask them... If Allah never turned you away… what made you think you had the right to turn another? Fear your Lord! For on the Day of Reckoning, you will answer not only for what you did, but for whom you drove from Him." @Nestro_Miner@ibraheemc2000@AquaticWolf@Chrisoulis777

"Interesting.... I'm sure she would have loved to be there....." Amin says reading the missive, still mourning the loss of his wife.

Amin mutter in his bed, sweat pouring down his face as pain etch its claws on him, still his hand raise weakly calling out to his lord “Ya Allah, protect those closest to me and guide them toward you…” his hand shake violently as tears drip from cheek soaking his beard “Ya Allah grant me the strength to see through what you have ordained.” (I did the best with crappy internet and on the road! Love you guys!)

Amin lay pale in bed sweat dripping from his brow as he smiles weakly to his beloved wife “By Allah, I have trust in Allah to resolve all affairs and to guide our ummah towards righteousness…” he says cough harshly before slipping back into a semi sick sleep coma (love yall, man this all happening while I’m on a trip… yall crazy XD)

Thiqat alqabayil (The Tribes Trust) “What is old will be revised once again, and what was unjust will be diminished against the just.” -Imam Amin bin Shamil Within the Qalasheen estate, behind the curtains of the Sheikh’s room, the candlelight flickered low. Amin sat reclined upon cushions, his frame thinned by fever, his skin warm to the touch, yet pale beneath his beard. The air was thick with the soft scent of cardamom tea and clove, an old remedy passed down by the mothers of the tribe. He had tried to rise that morning, to attend the Majlis, to oversee the affairs of the Banu Shaheed and their neighbors. But his steps had faltered. His vision had blurred. The strength that once filled his stride, the voice that once rang across the Musallah, now wavered beneath the weight of some unseen ailment. Servants moved quietly around him, bringing dates soaked in water and dab with honey, and damp cloths for his brow. His tasbih beads remained wrapped around his fingers, his thumb moving over them even as his breath came slow and shallow. Amin lifted a hand slightly, gesturing to for the pen as he begin writing yet another letter, moments turn to hours before he finally completed them. handing the letter to those close to him as he spoke to them. "I entrust to you to read these two letters before them, I pray they may find wisdom in it... Send them my salaams and ask of them for their dua for Allah to grant me Shifa..." He gave a soft, tired smile, not of defeat, but of patience. "For in the heart of every trial, there is a lesson. In every hardship, a test." As the sun set upon the estate, the Sheikh was laid upon his bed, not in death, but in recovery. A man worn by service, retreating into silence, so that his strength may return. There would be two public Letters each carrying Amin Authentic Seal and signature. [First Letter To the Public] [Second Letter Public but Addressed to Adel Al-Rashid] —Imam Amin ibn Shamil, Sheikh of Banu Shaheed, Amir Al-Mumineen OOC: Hey guys, So my character will be sick etc at the estate for a while, in meantime I'm going on a 2 week irl trip fi sibbillah and Due to me being unable to get to rp with my beloved community as much as I wanted due to travel preparations and finals exams etc I feel the least I could do is give you all something so you all are not confused where I'm at xD, I love you all very much but allow me to give advise oocly while I'm gone. I know there's a LOTC war going on and there are a lot of concerns. Do not allow toxicity to become you. It speaks more of their character than it does you, so be kind, just, and honorable. They can be the vilest of creation, but I know every single one of you, don't allow it to tarnish what's good about you. Take my words close, in every person there is at least 10 qualities or traits, 9 of which can be good, they are fair, just, honorable, kind, etc., but the one trait may be something big or small, can be a bad habit, actions, or words we say. You will always be in a state of struggle against this one trait, for if you do not keep it in check, it will corrupt and overshadow all the beautiful traits that make you who you really are. I have many friends who reside within the empire and the horde, don't worry or stress... but I urge everyone with the depth of my heart to always be the better person, don't take what happens in a game so seriously in your heart. I swear to you that people OOC are amongst the kindest and good people on the community... they do not mean any ooc offenses to each other... Enjoy the game. Most importantly, regardless of how conflicts go, people will always remain oocly for a time. What may be your enemy ig one time, may be your family oocly the next. On LOTC, you are all family community, we may not always get along, but we always strive to be better people. Anyway, I'll see you crazy heads in several weeks. I'll try to keep in touch on Discord from time to time.

Onion... give me onions... i demand tribute!

"May Allah bless them in their war against the servants of Shaytain... Alhumdillah, the world is waking up to this threat!" The Grand Imam says smiling and nodding approvingly

Its finally over.... I can rest.... *proceed to get spammed on new project we have to do*

“There is none but HE who reigns above!” KITAAB AL-SALAAM: HERE. Iman Rashidun is a monotheistic faith rooted in the revelations of the fifth Prophet Ash’aar, the Wandering Wizard, who traversed the desert tribes of Aegis bearing verses of divine origin. His teachings, compiled into the sacred Kitaab al-Salaam, call for the worship of the One Lord and the pursuit of Salaam, meaning "peace", through obedience, mercy, and the establishment of justice. The Prophet Long ago, in the days of Aegis, where the desert winds carved stories into the dunes, there lived a man, remembered as the noble Prophet Ash’aar. He was a wanderer without a tribe, traversing the sands with naught but his lantern, seal, and the company of his servant. His words were unlike any spoken before, verses woven from the heavens, calling to truth and to the sole worship of the Divine. The Qalasheen tribes tell that wherever the man set foot, the land itself grew still to hear him. His voice carried not only beauty, but a force of truth that pierced the pride of chieftains and softened the hearts of warriors. The prophet did not carry with him the might of an army, nor the grandeur of a Kingdom. Instead, he carried with him a divine purpose. He spoke in measured verses, each carrying weight beyond their words, a source of truth and guidance for lost souls, and a mercy from the divine. He visited the tribes of the Qalasheen over the course of his holy mission, each time leaving behind a House of Verses. To some, he taught the wisdom of leadership and fairness, to others, patience and humility, to others still, courage and endurance. The Gathering After revealing the final verse to the last of the tribes, the Wandering wizard crushed the seal he’d carried throughout his mission, a tool to verify the authenticity of his verses among the tribes, he then entrusted its pieces to his faithful servant along with a sacred task. He was to journey across the breadth of the Qalasheen sands, conveying a message to every tribe: that none among them held the whole of Revelation, but only a fragment of its wisdom. Each was honored with a portion, but never more, for the fullness of the Divine guidance could only be known when the tribes came together in unity and humility as the Prophet had told them. The servant’s mission stirred the desert like a great wind. Where once the dunes had seen parties of raiders and warriors seeking plunder, they now bore scholars, sheikhs, and emissaries who carried not the sword, but the word. Tribes that had long regarded one another with suspicion now opened their tents to exchange verses, eager to discover the wisdom entrusted to their brethren. The harsh paths of ambush and rivalry were now transformed into routes of knowledge and wisdom. Soon, the wilderness itself began to change. Where once there had been only barren stretches of sand, waystations and caravanserais rose to welcome travelers, Aviary posts carried messages swiftly between distant tribes, ensuring that no verse would be lost to time or distance. The desert, once a place of division and strife, became a living network of learning and fellowship. At last, all this movement culminated in a gathering unlike any that had come before. In the valley known as Wadi al-Hijrah, the “Valley of Migration”, every tribe assembled in a vast encampment, their banners rising like a forest of colors against the horizon of both free and enslaved tribes. There, the verses were recited, compared, and carefully compiled, until the fragments were bound into a single whole: the Kitaab Al-Salaam, “the Book of Peace”. The Kitaab The Book, known among the Qalasheen as Kitaab al-Salaam, is revered as the complete and final revelation of the Divine, the faithful believe that its words carry both beauty and the power to shape even the hardest of hearts toward righteousness. It is revered as a mercy from the heavens, not simply verses, but a way of life. Worshippers recite it in prayer, scholars ponder its verses in the Houses of Learning, judges turn to it for guidance in matters of jurisprudence, poets echo its cadences in their own works, seeking to reflect even a glimmer of its light. Around desert fires, its verses are sung as lullabies, and its words carried into battle as reminders of the Lord’s will. KITAAB AL-SALAAM: HERE. Origins The faith of Iman Rashidun traces its origin to the revelations bestowed upon Prophet Ash’aar, a man of divine insight who rose amidst an age of spiritual decay and civil strife. Before his time, the peoples of the south traders, tribesmen, and slaves alike worshipped a pantheon of spirits, fire worship, idols, and ancestral patrons. The moral order had fractured; slavery, usury, and endless tribal wars had become the law of men. It was within this darkness that Ash’aar emerged, proclaiming the Oneness of Allah; the sole, indivisible Creator and calling for the return to Salaam: divine peace born of obedience, mercy, and justice. His early followers gathered around him as disciples, scholars, and warriors of the spirit, naming themselves the Ummah rashidun: The Nation of Rightly Guided, though it held no statehood or nation, it was a nation of faith, its citizenship based on the Testimony, its residence in the heart. Wars of Rejection The rise of Iman Rashidun shook the old world to its foundations. Tribal leaders who profited from idol worship and oppression denounced Rashidun as a heretic. camps burned, and many of the early believers were martyred. These years became known as the Wars of Rejection. The faithful fought under the banner of the Prophet often resembling the oneness of Allah defending their caravans, their camps, and the Prophet himself. It was during this period that the concept of Jihad was first codified, not as conquest, but as the struggle in the path of Allah: to defend the truth, resist tyranny, and purify the soul. The Tribes began slowly one by one joining the prophet, which led to the eventual end and the years of peace where the faith prospered beyond the scopes of humanity where other descendants began to revert to the Truth. Rise of Faiz Kharadeen Among Ash’aar’s most devoted companions was a young camel herder named Abdullah Kharadeen. It was to him that the Prophet gave a solemn instruction, to name his newborn son “Faiz,” for the child would be the first to be born and raised within the faith of Iman Rashidun. Yet Abdullah remained unaware of the boy’s true destiny, having sent him to be raised among another tribe prior to the Gathering. It was only after the completion of the Kitab and the Prophet’s departure that the Krugite clans began a harsh persecution of the enslaved farfolk tribes. They enforced the worship of idols and spirits, seeking to reclaim the religious dominion they had lost during the Wars of Rejection. Faiz Kharadeen had become a devoted scholar of the Kitab Salaam and a revered student of the faith, often praying that he might not be the one foretold in its prophecy. Yet when word reached his tribe of the Krugite oppression and massacre, he knew he could no longer flee from his duty to Allah. Known for his courage and unwavering obedience, Faiz had steeled his heart to answer the cry of the oppressed farfolk. He would take up the cause of Allah, to gather the scattered and cast off the chains of bondage laid upon the Farfolk by the Krugites Under the leadership of Faiz Kharadeen, the scattered tribes of the farfolk were forged into a single, resolute army, he named them the Mubarizun. After vanquishing the Krugite threat, Faiz turned his gaze toward the gravest transgressors: the Banu Jerez. They had abandoned their covenant, returning to idol worship and committing unspeakable acts, sacrificing innocent women, children, and steadfast believers of Iman Rashidun to their false idols, all in pursuit of a victory that never came. The Mubarizun descended upon them with divine fury. Their leader fell to a single, fated arrow, loosed by the storied warrior, Khawla bint Ashruf, the famed companion of the Prophet, who avenged the martyrdom of her son and husband at the hands of the Banu Jerez in a battle long past. That day, the tribe of Banu Jerez was put to the sword. Faiz Kharadeen had liberated the farfolk and gathered them once more beneath a single banner. He established the Caliphate, as foretold in the Kitab al-Salaam. With many of the Prophet’s sanctified sites. tribal lands and places of worship, all laid to ruin by the Krugites, Faiz set forth on a path that would forever reshape his people. From a sacred relic bestowed by the Prophet, a single brick used by the tribes to draw wells and raise structures, Faiz began his great endeavor. The relic came to be known as the Brick of Wali Faiz and with it, the Great Masjid was raised upon the very ground where the first place of prayer had once stood. Around it rose the first city of the farfolk.

Rahmatan li' Deiratna (A Mercy Upon Our Home) “I bear witness to the oneness of Allah, to the truth of his Book, and to the nobility of the Prophet it was revealed to.” Kitab Al-Salaam: Chapter 30, verse 1: "We have given you children as a mercy and a joy, A light in your homes and a test upon the earth." In the name of Allah, the Most Merciful, the Most Compassionate. All praise is due to Allah, Lord of the heavens and the earth, the one who brings forth the dawn and lays down the shadows of night. We send peace and endless blessings upon His noble Prophets and upon all those who follow the straight path with sincerity and patience. Peace be upon those who extend their hands in friendship and kindness, who approach our door with pure hearts and honest tongues. On this Blessed Day of the Year 628 AA 7th of Sun's Smile, We give Shukr (thanks) and praise to Ar-Rahman for the gift he had bestowed upon those of Banu Shaheed, and granted good health and ease through his rahma. Allah, in His infinite mercy as Ar-Rahman, has seen fit to bless Aera bint Ledicort Al-Assad and Amin bin Shamil Al-Assad with a son. @Javert He has been named Murad Ibn Amin Al-Assad of Banu Shaheed May Allah keep our hearts steadfast. May He strengthen our hands in righteousness. May He shield us from those who walk in falsehood. And may He write us among the steadfast believers, in this life and the next. — Grand Imam Amin ibn Shamil, Sheikh of Banu Shaheed, Amir Al-Mumineen —Aera bint Ledicort Al-Assad

Amin smiles as he reads the letter, praising his hand as he makes dua for the emperor and his just reign. “Ya Malik al-’Adl, pillar of the just, Your word is law, your hand is trust. Through your reign the weak find a shield, Whose mercy flows like a wellspring upon the fields, In your shadow, the widow finds rest, And with your justice, the orphans are blessed.” Amin continued one for the crown prince as he continue to teach his students the meaning of loyalty “O son of honor, with fire in your chest, Your hand strikes not for pride, but for justice behest. A lion in council, yet honored in speech, You are the hope our weary hearts beseech.” “Blessed be to the imperial family, they strive to honor those among them, pleasing Allah in their efforts, may Ar-Rahman bless them and their family!”