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Kamilah Sayeed
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Allies of Israel say that they are on the side of humanity, that Hamas is an inhumane terrorist organization.
Where is humanity when Israel blockaded food, water, medical resources and more from coming into Gaza?
Where was humanity when Israel bombed Al Ahli hospital, full of innocent civilians comprised of men, women and children?
Where was humanity, when the Israeli forces tried to raid Masjid al Aqsa (Dome of the Rock), while Muslims were attempting to pray peacefully inside?
There is no humanity behind Israel’s actions. There is only greed and deception. Their mission is to take the land of the Palestinian people, land that they were welcomed into after WWII in 1947. Since then, there has been nothing but war crimes.
Palestine will never be theirs, nor does it belong to them.
Yet the world remains silent to the truth, let them hear it.
🇵🇸❤️
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Can they please just make a bb movie… and maybe cast me as Kami? 🤞🏽
bro???
they look sooooooo good
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How did you know I love minions?! 🥹
Thank you so much for your wishes, that’s awfully sweet of you.
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Had no clue it was ur birthday
HAPPY BIRTHDAY 🎊🎈🎉🎂
Not a problem, thank you very much @serafineandkamilahs!
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Happy Birthday, habibti. 🥺❤️
Thank you darling. 🥺
May Allah grant all your duas and give you jannatul firdaws, Inshallah.
You’ve been here by my side through so much the past year, and I’ll never be able to fully express my gratitude. But I’ll be sure to spend the rest of my life trying. I hope you never forget how much you mean to me.
❤️
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deep asks that get uncomfortably personal
what’s the best advice you’ve ever been given?
what is your preferred method of non-physical self destruction?
what is your favorite way to self care?
tell me about your most vivid memory, good or bad.
if anything, what would you change about your childhood?
what is something that you’ve always wanted to do but have never been able to do?
what is your fatal flaw?
what is something that gets to you that you wish wouldn’t?
do you cry? why or why not?
tell me about an insecurity you overcame.
tell me about your last failed friendship.
who do you wish you could connect with but haven’t been able to connect with?
what can make you excessively angry?
do you enjoy being lightheartedly teased? why or why not?
do you prefer to be numb or overly emotional? why?
what is a skill or talent you’ve completely lost or overlooked? why did that happen?
what was your favorite color as a child and what is your favorite color now?
what is something you can’t bring yourself to get rid of?
tell me something you don’t like telling the people you are close to.
tell me what you think others think about you.
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I made the ultimate ask list
1. What’s your favorite way to spend a day off?
2. What type of music are you into?
3. What was the best vacation you ever took and why?
4. Where’s the next place on your travel bucket list and why?
5, .What are your hobbies, and how did you get into them?
6. What was your favorite age growing up?
7. Was the last thing you read?
Keep reading
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Somewhere in Gaza is a Palestinian your age wondering wether he/she will survive long enough to reach the next salah.
Please, please pray for Palestine.
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Her
Pairing: Ina Kingsley (Hispanic) x MC (Sofia) x Poppy Min-Sinclair
Warning: Language
Tagging: Tagging: @ta-sayeed, @kamilahtopme, @nydeiri, @rhonda-sayeed, @helpconfusedpersonhere, @millasayeed, @vonda-be-real, @livvynka, @queenkamilah, @leenasayeed, @skylarkxxyy, @choicesgrp, @ilove-kamilah-sayeed, @justavampirefan, @iamsimpforpoppy, @friendlybuddy
Author’s Note: At last, the introduction of Ina Kingsley’s fandom onto this page! 🎉 This is going to be a medium length series. Each and every comment, like, and reblog is special to me so come and support the dying fandoms, and let me know your thoughts. Also, message or comment if you’d like to be added/removed from the tag list.
What’s more refreshing than a crisp autumn day in New England, where the leaves have matured into a beautiful honey-brown and a delightful breeze cruises the skies, especially on this sunny day.
What’s even more thrilling, for Sofia at least, is it’s the start of her college story, at none other than the private, posh, and oh so exotic Belvoire University. This school is nothing but a school playground for the entitled little princes and princesses of New York.
It’s a circus, really. The horror stories weigh heavier than the school’s prestige and accomplishments but who the heck cares? If it’s expensive, it’s got to be good.
Thankfully, Sofia isn’t of the norm. Growing up in a rural town in Kansas taught her that money isn’t everything, persistence and respect is, first and foremost. And if you’re going to go places “girlie, you better work your damn ass off” as her mother likes to put it, politely.
So, this should be a breeze. Fitting in with young adults who have worked not a minute in their lives, who have never been generous to donate even a small share of their inherited wealth to those that genuinely need it?
Yeah, it’ll be a breeze.
Or at least that’s what Sofia thought.
Map in hand, the young cowgirl set off to class in her red flannel shirt, the buttons revealing just enough of her cleavage underneath and her bootcut jeans, a style she never got tired of showing off.
It was surprisingly a short, precise route to her first period from the car park, prompting a smile to dawn on Sofia’s face before she suddenly noticed all the curious eyes, directly on her.
Dirt poor…
“Wait, they’re talking about me?” She internalized.
Stupid cowgirl…
“Hey! I’m not a-“
Horse shit…
The calloused fists of Sofia’s clenched tightly together, so much so the tips of her knuckles turned white. Her eyes scanned from figure to figure, as they all laughed and snarkily insulted her under their breath.
God, she just wanted to sort them straight. Who were they to judge her so quickly? She hadn’t even made any companions, and already her status was lowered, to the very, very bottom.
“Hey, hey you! Shit face!”
Chad, a 6’4, brute of a jock snapped around to meet Sofia’s furious gaze. “You talking to me, you horse turd?”
Oh was Sofia getting riled up.
“Yeah I’m talking to you, you walking hunk of junk.” Knowing Sofia, she never backed down from a fight. Never. If she learnt anything from the farm, it’s that the fittest survive and the weakest don’t.
The cowgirl shoved aside her backpack, and stormed towards Chad, her face full of fury and her fists ready to strike.
“You better watch your mouth little bit-“
BAM!
A sturdy body punch to the liver.
BAM BAM!
One feisty uppercut to the jaw which left Chad in a state of dizziness, before she knocked him unconscious with a powerful left hook.
A sea of phones whipped out immediately to capture the incident, definitely destined to make the school’s breaking news the same afternoon. “Holy shit dude, she knocked Chad out!”
Murmurs and shocked gasps came from the enormous wave of students, who flooded in to witness the scene. But only one girl led the pack, Poppy… Min… Sinclair.
“Ew, get out of my way, creep.” She pushed her way to the front and gasped dramatically at the sight of Chad face flat on the ground, with cowgirl Sofia just behind, who was pulling her back back on her shoulders.
“Ugh, excuse me? What the hell just happened?” Her high pitched tone caught Sofia’s attention, her blue eyes flicking up to meet Poppy’s own. “He got what he deserved, I don’t take nobody’s bullshit.” Her southern accent was thick like her mama’s buttermilk biscuits, the velvety tone that ensued, surprisingly, sent a shiver down Poppy’s spine.
“And who the hell are you..?” Poppy’s eyes raked across Sofia’s muscled figure, her throat choked for air the further her eyes reached.
“Sofia, Sofia Nassib.”
Poppy’s eyes flicked fearlessly to Sofia’s lips, as she slowly pressed closer, and closer, until she was just centimeters from Sofia’s bronzy face.
“You better not do anything stupid like that again, do you understand me?” Poppy’s sharply filed nails raked down, and up the cowgirl’s arm, instinctively drawing goosebumps on the girl as soon as her nails touched Sofia’s skin.
“I said, do you understand me?” She gripped Sofia’s collar and tugged her even closer, Sofia’s neck bending in the process to reach her small height. “Or what?”
A challenging, daunting game was yet to be played and neither wanted to back down for the seat of power.
“Well, he’s my boyfriend of course. I’ll handle you like I’ve handled every other bold little bitch whose stood in my way.”
Poppy never once stuttered, nor did she even hesitate to slash her nails across Sofia’s face to permanently remind her of the incident, and the trouble the cowgirl was yet to face.
“See you later Farmsville!”
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Professor Kingsley, room 660… Sofia read off the blue transcript in her bruised and bloodied hand. She peeked up to the find the classroom door open, with the lights dimmed inside.
Peculiarly, Sofia looked around before entering the somewhat dark classroom, the lack of artificial light setting her in the mood for a well deserved nap.
She picked a seat in the middle row, a decent distance from the Professor Kingsley’s sleek desk which was just a few spaces ahead.
After settling in comfortably, she took in the awe inspecting decor of the classroom. Maps as large as dining tables filled the walls, marked to shit with photos and cute little captions to go along, as well as posters of Winston Churchill and FDR dancing together in sailor uniforms, in a silly political cartoon.
Sofia was so intrigued by it all that she failed to feel the warm palm that rested upon her forearm.
Ahem…
She quickly spun around to lay her eyes upon, who else than Professor (Mommy) Kingsley. The professor’s makeup exaggerated the shimmering light in her chestnut brown orbs, a sight that had Sofia fluttering inside. It didn’t stop when her eyes quickly glanced over the tight fitting, racing green pencil skirt and blazer that the professor had on, purposely to flaunt her muscled calfs and hips.
“I couldn’t help but notice the wound on your cheek, are you alright sweetheart?”
Goddamn, her voice sounded like pure honey…
Sofia quickly blinged out of the daze and touched her cheek, wincing at the pain as she felt fresh blood drip down her flesh. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Just a little incident this morning.” She put on her best smile, her dimple smile that she was renowned for.
“Honey you don’t look fine, oh come with me and don’t refuse.” Professor Kingsley had already set off before her student could answer, as she searched through her desk drawers frantically.
“Your classroom decor is incredible, by the way.” Sofia stated to break the silence, looking around again to avoid any further embarrassment.
“Why thank you darling, no one ever appreciates a historian’s passion for a well-decorated office and classroom. It just… brings everything to life, you know?”
She’s so cute when she rambles… said the little teeny voice inside her brain.
“I think you’ve done a fantastic job.” Sofia goofily smiled again, Professor Kingsley offering a broad grin back before placing a small cleansing kit in the cowgirl’s palm.
“It’s an anti-infecting wipe, soothing cream and a bandaid. I’ve got plenty so holler if you need some more for that wound.”
“By the way… what’s your name again?” Said Kingsley.
“Sofia Nassib, Ma’am. Nice to meet you.”
Professor Kingsley’s eyes crinkled slowly, grinning again, “likewise. Now off you go, go patch your cheek up darlin’. Don’t want that getting even worse now do we?”
“No Ma’am, we don’t.” Sofia, clutching the little packet made her way towards the door of the classroom before halting abruptly in the doorway.
“Well, well, well… lookie here.”
Not Poppy!!!
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Astrology ask game ☄️
sun ⇢ name 5 things you like about yourself?
moon ⇢ do you suppress your feelings?
mercury ⇢ are you a talkative person?
venus ⇢ describe your ideal type
mars ⇢ are you the type to approach others first or do you like others to do that instead?
jupiter ⇢ do you consider yourself a lucky or unlucky person?
saturn ⇢ what are the things you consider you struggle the most?
uranus ⇢ what things do you think should change in society?
neptune ⇢ are you a rational or intuitive person?
pluto ⇢ tell something supernatural that happened to you
ascendant ⇢ do you believe in love at first sight?
IC ⇢ do you think you had a good childhood?
descendant ⇢ what kind of people do you usually attract?
MC ⇢ what kind of reputation do you think you have?
aries ⇢ are you an impulsive person?
taurus ⇢ what's your favorite food?
gemini ⇢ do you have a good relationship with your siblings? if you're an only child, would you like to have siblings? how many?
cancer ⇢ do you want to start a family in the future? how many children would you like to have?
leo ⇢ do you like being the center of attention or do you prefer to go unnoticed?
virgo ⇢ do you consider yourself a perfectionist?
libra ⇢ would you like to get married in the future?
scorpio ⇢ do you feel comfortable talking about taboo things?
sagittarius ⇢ what places would you like to travel in the future?
capricorn ⇢ what's your ideal job?
aquarius ⇢ do you consider yourself an antisocial or social person?
pisces ⇢ what kind of art are you good at? (painting, dancing, singing, etc.)
1H ⇢ describe your style
2H ⇢ do you have any object that you like a little too much? what is it and why?
3H ⇢ what are some of the topics you like to talk about the most?
4H ⇢ which relatives are you the closest with?
5H ⇢ do you have a hobby? which one(s)?
6H ⇢ do you consider yourself a workaholic?
7H ⇢ what do you consider green flags in a relationship?
8H ⇢ what do you consider red flags in a relationship?
9H ⇢ what languages would you like to learn?
10H ⇢ how do you want people to remember you?
11H ⇢ describe your friends in 3 words
12H ⇢ which is/are your biggest fear(s)?
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Evil Amy AU Series
Pairing: Kamilah Sayeed x ?
Warnings: Heavy, back-breaking angst
Tagging: @ta-sayeed, @kamilahtopme, @nydeiri, @rhonda-sayeed, @helpconfusedpersonhere, @millasayeed, @vonda-be-real, @livvynka, @queenkamilah, @leenasayeed, @skylarkxxyy, @choicesgrp, @ilove-kamilah-sayeed, @justavampirefan, @iamsimpforpoppy, @friendlybuddy
Authors Note: I’ve been inactive for a long while, so I’d like to start off with a sincere thank you, to those who have stuck to this account and read, possibly even reread some of my works. Thank you will never suffice, so I will persist on posting at least once a week. This series was a pop up idea, and if the audience favors it, I’ll be more than willing to accept ideas for new series. One shot requests will also be taken (and yes those of you who have previously requested one shots, I am in the midst of finishing your stories as well). Enjoy this twisted AU, and let me know your thoughts!
A choice. Two paths, equally daunting and appeasing to its beholder. Righteous or evil. Angel or devil.
One promises a world rid of all maliciousness, a world with stability and calmness, one which vividly portrays a fairytale ending for the heroes of such a tale. A story of how good overcame evil despite all the temptations lurking in its path, because of unity and love.
But, the other, invites unforeseen power. The power that only God has possessed until now. Power that invokes supremacy, invincibility. Such a force can never stop growing, never stop pleasing its host as they call for more and more, desperate to find the missing piece to end all the problems humanity has ever faced, sorrows that the greatest of soldiers have been crushed with, but at what cost..?
*tick….tock*
Kamilah’s chestnut orbs flick back and forth across the theater’s stage as Gauis grabs hold of the Bloodkeeper, delving into her mind to shine light on every weakness he can possibly find, to seal the devil’s deal and give rise to his ever powerful Bloodkeeper Queen. Amy. Gauis. Amy. Gauis.
AmyGauisAmyGauisAmyGauisAmy…
She can’t move, her body bound by an invisible force unknown to the mortal word as she sees the fate of creation flash across the stage, in a daunting, dangerous play being orchestrated by the most malicious director.
*tick……tock…..tick………tock……*
Time is slowing but the pressure is mounting mounting mounting, nothing can be done, or can it? Will the cries of Kamilah’s plea be enough to speak to the morality of the Bloodkeeper or will it just be another waste of time as the sweat drips down her sun kissed cheek to the bloodied fabric of her once crisp suit. Panic rises and the blood rushes to Kamilah’s head as thoughts scramble her mind of how to escape and how to reverse all the wrongs she ever made and the thoughts of how her family ended up in the theatre and this terrifying situations daunts her and…
“tick tock, tick tock tick tock tick tock tick-“
Nothing can be done…
“tock”
Not now, not when the alluring pressure for a higher power has taken over Amy’s desire to be more than Rheya could ever have achieved. Not now, when Amy’s body jolts and squirms like an evil spirit has entered inside her physical form. Now when her eyes, a gastly black void filling what was once ember diamonds, meet Kamilah’s.
The once pure Bloodkeeper’s face snarls into a demonic grin, her smile replaced with shark like razors as the most gut wrenching laugh bellows from her blackened soul.
“I’ve won, again, Kamilah. I knew you were nothing more than the weakling you always were, that’s why no one ever remains at your side for long. That’s why you’ll never succeed.”
His droning voice become a distant buzz in Kamilah’s ears, her mind fogged with heartbreak, deceit, trauma as she lived through it all again. Another broken promise. Why did she continuously fail to find her true love, when that’s all she ever wanted. The money, the power, was nothing to her. Her company, her cars, her homes and pools and fancy this and that’s were pure pieces of shit. Her respectable victories in battles were nothing more than a small achievements. But love, love was her greatest desire, which she failed to grasp.
She promised not to shed a tear, but not even an immortal being can escape the clutches of sorrow that a heartbreak is renowned for.
The invisible chains which held her grim destiny in sight violently released, throwing Kamilah onto the stiff wooden floor as she sobbed to the cold surface under her cheek.
It didn’t matter anymore that Amy had embraced Gauis’ twisted words and deceitful promises, which led her astray to the path of evil. It didn’t matter that she was now embracing Gauis into her arms, tangling her fingers into the curly mass of his hair as their lips locked with an intensity that radiated throughout the building. None of it mattered.
Kamilah’s tears relentlessly dripped into the bloodied cracks of the stage, frantically searching for a way out as if the pain was their own, far too paramount to bear. Her built frame shuddered and shook with every cry that roared from her soul, desperate to end the suffering. To end it all.
Please let it be a dream, please…
But that voice inside her head came to no avail. The end was here, the end was now. The fate of the world, the universe was now in the hands of Gauis and his Amy, the corrupted and devilish form of her at least.
Kamilah opened her eyes with great strength, salty rivers coursing down her pale cheeks as they lay upon the black pile of ashes that scattered the floor around her.
Adrian, dead. Jax, murdered. Lily, brutally killed. All remain nothing but distant memories and black specs of ash, now.
Kamilah had foreseen it from the start. She never trusted Amy, she had warned Adrian so. But she let her emotions dictate to her refined sharpness, which flicked on the lightbulb of hope inside her. She was genuinely in love like never before, and in one corner of her broken heart she had wished the succulent promise would last for eternity, but it’s never that simple.
Not for Kamilah Sayeed. And Kamilah Sayeed? She is never as foolish as a Gauis may believe. She certainly was broken, defeated, and on the last straw, but she knew what had to be done.
The fate of the universe rested upon her shoulders, and there was no turning back.
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Anyone and everyone is welcome to follow.
I’ll be posting any form of Kamilah content (ie. fanfics, artworks that have been requested to be on my page and/or incorrect quotes) weekly.
Any piece of Kamilah content that you, my lovely followers want to be shared with the fandom, shoot me a message with the work attached and I’ll give you all the credit, as I’m just a platform to encourage and welcome new subscribers into the fandom.
Thank you all. Let’s help keep our Queen’s legacy alive!
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Thinking of making an Insta for @kamilah-is-queen… who would follow the Vampire (Ice) Queen ? 🤔
#Kamilah sayeed#bloodbound#kamilah mc#choices stories you play#choices#Instagram#Who would follow the queen?
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HAPPY NEW YEARS 🎊✨🎊✨
Happy new year to you too, precious. I hope that you and your family stay safe and healthy throughout the new year.
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this is for us and for palestine 🤍
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“But don’t forget who you really are. And I’m not talking about your so-called real name. All names are made up by someone else, even the one your parents gave you. You know who you really are. When you’re alone at night, looking up at the stars, or maybe lying in your bed in total darkness, you know that nameless person inside you.”
— Louis Sachar
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