i would looovveee if u wrote something with an arabic reader in mind!!! there isn’t lots of visibility out there for us and i think itd be really cool!!!
Hello anon! Thank you for sending this ask 🥺🥺🥺🥺 i definitely agree about the visibility of arabic / and muslim reader or OCs , i really couldn’t find much across fandoms alike (but there has been more recently than it was before, for example in f1 fandoms) and i would like to see more.
As for the writing i am a bit hesitant but i will definitely try to write something and maybe decide on posting it because i don’t really post anything i write aside from poetry (which i also just started posting on tumblr ). If you have any ideas you would like to see with an arabic reader, please don’t hesitate to send them!🥺🥺🥺
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First of all these boys would be so accommodating with you if you’re a muslim
They’d try to learn as much as they could about your religion either from you or asking a few Scarabian students.
They’d even ask the Scarabian students for things like lunar calendars or tasbihs or travelling prayer mats in case you need one
They do their best to make sure you’re comfortable if you’re the type that has issues being too close with the opposite gender, always making sure to keep a respectable distance between you and ensuring that the rest of the student body do the same
If you want to pray, they’d just wordlessly use their bags as your sutrah and basically be your bodyguards until you’re done
Also, for the hijabi girlies, they’d be so respectful. If your hair starts to show they’d avert their eyes quicker than you could blink and inform you. If anyone bothers you or looks at you in a way that you’re not comfortable with, they’d be decked onto the floor in a flash.
You bet they would have a few spare hijab pins or carry an extra shawl in case of emergencies
Anyway, back to Ramadan
So when you tell them about fasting, they’d first get all shocked. Poor Deuce is besides himself thinking that you’ll be starving yourself for a whole month before you elaborate on how it’s just from sunrise to sunset and then explain the spiritual significance for it.
Not going to lie, these guys are so the type to be like “you can’t even drink water?? 🙃”
They’re both super proud of you and are just in constant awe of your strength
I feel like they’d want to do it with you as a show of unity, and to help you with your homesickness, but since they’re both athletes (especially with Deuce being in such a high stamina/adrenaline sport like Track and Field), you suggest that they start with half fasts to ease themselves into it
(also props to everyone that still works out during fasting hours - you’re all incredible and absolute superheroes. My mum goes to the gym practically every morning and I’m still amazed every time.)
Also, when you’re doing your make up fasts to compensate for the ones you missed due to mother nature, you bet they’ll be right by your side fasting with you
I bet Deuce would feel genuinely offended if someone ate in front of you. Like he’d just stare at someone as if they’re smuggling contraband instead of just munching on their sandwich.
They make sure to do as much as you can so you could rest as much as possible. They set the table for iftar and suhoor (they even get up before you and wake you up), and do the cleaning up whilst you go to pray
Food usually comes from Sam’s shop or Trey (I don’t remember how they were during the culinary crucible but I really wouldn’t want those two in my kitchen before iftar whilst I’m fasting)
They’re always carrying your bag/things and practically never leave your side. Ramshackle is practically their second home at this point.
They love to learn more about your practices, especially traditions that you would do back home and you feel so loved to share that with them. You even teach them arabic (which ends with you getting a stern talking to from Jamil when Ace practices your lessons during basketball club)
Having a henna night with them would be so fun, just listening to nasheeds as you apply henna to both yourself and your best friends (who would take it so seriously and make such a noticeable effort to stay completely still until it dries and it’s both endearing and hilarious)
Okay but one time my sister fell asleep on her hand with henna on it and she woke up the next morning with a faded orange matching pattern on her cheek and that totally happens to Ace
They would totally (with Scarabia’s help) decorate Ramshackle with lights and lanterns to make it all festive
Just the two of them acting as your family in this strange new world 💛
«Alḥamdulillāh, I was almost convinced that you are utterly perfect».
You look at him confused, huh? «What I`m saying is, you don’t have to worry. You are the person I want to spend the rest of my life with.» The expression now worn on your face is of someone clearly confused. He chuckles, tilting his head to the side. For a moment it seemed like there were sparkles in his eyes. «You’re not the only person with flaws. If you didn’t have any, you wouldn’t be human. I have flaws as well and I want to be vulnerable and tell you about them as well. Just promise you won’t run away?» He raises a brow and looks at you mischievously. You let out a small giggle. «Not if you run away first.»
«Let`s run together then, all the way till we meet once more in Jannah», he says, melting your fragile heart.
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sakusa doesn't think he's ever seen such beauty before, in all the years of him being alive, not once. he bashfully takes a peek at you, cheeks heating up and eyes glittering in awe. the way your hijab has been so elegantly and perfectly wrapped around your head, the colour suiting your skin tone perfectly. sakusa bites back a giggle as he revels in the way he can look at you once, twice and even thrice more. savouring every glance he can, before you catch on to him.
he debates on moving closer to you, pressing his thigh against yours, pulling your mendhi covered palm into his to hold onto forever, however long forever may last. he wants to hold your face ever so gently in his hands, the whole world in his palms, impossibly close to his own. he wants to feel your soft breath mingle with his moments before he presses his lips against yours.
he never thought he’d want to be this close to anyone, but sakusa was getting restless at the thought of finally being able to hug you, to kiss your cheek, of you hugging back. he never thought he’d want to be touched by anyone so bad, but he figures you’re the exception.
finally, you turn to look at him, with a smile, finding him already staring at you with a blush on his face.
‘like what you see omi?’ you giggle, turning into a laugh when you see his blush intensify at the nickname you gave him and being caught. sakusa looks down in slight shame and fiddles with his fingers. you decide not to push him any further, opting to reach out for his hand instead.
you gently hold his fingers between yours and sakusa looks up, feeling the sparks jolt through him, his eyes locking with yours. another smile graces sakusa’s face. he’s never smiled this much in a day, he thinks to himself. and here you are being the cause of every single one.
sakusa grips onto your fingers tighter and pulls your hand firmly into his, lifting it up to press a kiss to the back of your hand. you feel warmth spreading from where his lips touched to the rest of your body, and now, it’s your turn, for your face to heat up and look away. for the millionth time that day, sakusa beamed, from ear to ear.
he couldn't wait to spend the rest of his life with you, his wife.
* this is a repost from my old blog with minor edits !! *
Yan!Anakin : am i that scary that you dont want to touch or at the very least, look at me in the eyes?
Fem!Y/N, inhaling : sir you're hot, you're Masyaallah, you're Allahuakbar, but you're also Astagfirullah, and if i touch you, i will be Naudzubillah will got a severe punishment that doesn't worth only to touch your Masyaallah chest or hands.
Yan!Anakin : what is that even mean.
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Obi-wan : Y/N, we're not on Tatooine, you can just release your headscarf
Fem!Y/N : be outside or inside Tatooine will never affect my list of sins if i take this shit off.
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Male!Y/N, who goes to bathroom every 4 a.m : *splash splash on bathroom cause they take wudhu*
Anakin, silently standing on the side of bathroom door : and what are you doing in this morning?
Y/N : ALLAHUAKBAR- *Proceeds to smack Anakin with a bucket full of water*
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Qui-gon : do tell me more about your religion
Obi-wan : *nods
Anakin : i have a bad feeling about this
Y/N : *retelling the storied of the prophet Muhammad for 3 hours nonstop*
