Embarking on a Spiritual Voyage: The Magnificence of the Muslim Prayer Rug

In the world of Islamic spirituality, few objects hold as much reverence and significance as the Prayer Rug Muslim. This simple yet profound piece of fabric serves as a tangible link between the believer and the Divine, embodying centuries of tradition, symbolism, and spiritual devotion. Delving into the intricate beauty and spiritual depth of the prayer rug unveils a world of profound meaning and timeless wisdom.

A Tapestry of Tradition:

The history of the prayer rug is steeped in tradition, dating back to the early days of Islam. Originally woven by skilled artisans using natural fibers and dyes, prayer rugs were crafted with meticulous attention to detail, often featuring intricate geometric patterns and motifs. Over time, the art of rug weaving became deeply intertwined with Islamic culture, with each region producing its unique styles and designs.

Symbolism and Spiritual Significance:

At its core, the prayer rug serves as a sacred space for Muslims to engage in Salah, the ritual act of prayer. When laid out on the ground, the rug becomes a symbol of the mihrab, the niche in the mosque that indicates the direction of the Kaaba in Mecca. Facing the Qiblah, believers stand upon the rug, their hearts and minds focused on the divine presence as they perform their prayers.

Journey of the Soul:

Beyond its functional role in prayer, the prayer rug symbolizes the spiritual journey of the believer. As one stands upon the rug, they are transported from the mundane to the sublime, from the material world to the realm of the spirit. With each prostration and bow, they draw closer to the divine presence, transcending the limitations of the physical realm and entering into a state of pure spiritual communion.

Cultural Heritage and Artistry:

Throughout history, prayer rugs have served as expressions of cultural heritage and artistic expression. From the vibrant colors and intricate patterns of Persian rugs to the geometric symmetry of Turkish carpets, each rug reflects the unique aesthetic sensibilities of its creators. Passed down through generations, these rugs become cherished heirlooms, carrying with them the stories and traditions of their makers.

A Source of Comfort and Reflection:

In times of joy and sorrow, the prayer rug serves as a source of comfort and solace for Muslims around the world. Whether in the quiet solitude of the home or the bustling atmosphere of the mosque, believers find refuge upon the soft embrace of the prayer rug. Here, amidst the gentle sway of fibers and the intricate patterns, they find a moment of peace and reflection in the midst of life's challenges.

Conclusion:

In conclusion, the prayer rug stands as a testament to the beauty and depth of Islamic spirituality. Woven into its fabric are centuries of tradition, symbolism, and devotion, inviting believers to embark on a journey of prayer and contemplation. As one stands upon the prayer rug, they are reminded of their connection to the divine and the timeless wisdom of their faith. Truly, the prayer rug is not merely an object of adornment but a sacred vessel that carries the soul on its journey toward spiritual enlightenment and transcendence.

(I wanted to apologize for my lack of activity on this page. I had so many plans for posts I wanted to make for Ramadan, but this past month has been so horribly stressful. Whenever I have time free from schoolwork I'm so incredibly burnt out I lack the motivation to post. Now there's barely any time left before Ramadan is over, even though there were other posts I wanted to make. I'll probably still make them in the future, though, and highlight Islamic culture through dolls however and whenever I can!)

With that said, I'd like to introduce you to the most recently-released Muslim doll, Umm Amirah!

As far as I can tell, Umm Amirah was released in February of 2023 by the company Allova, a family-owned company based in the UK.

While the name "Umm" literally translates to "Mother" or "Mother of", it can also be used as an additive prefix for whatever trait follows. "Amirah", meanwhile, means "Princess", so (as far as I can tell) her name roughly means "she who is like a princess".

And that name certainly fits! While her outfit is relatively simple (which makes sense, since her primary demographic is those aged 3-7), the sparkling tulle outer skirt shows that subtle princess-y influence!

The doll comes in pink and purple outfit variants, and comes with a prayer mat, a pink bag to carry it, and a pink hairbrush. She has fair skin, blue eyes, dark or blonde hair beneath her hijab, and 11 points of articulation! Umm Amirah's is meant to be a cultural education tool, and introduce the practice of Salah to children.

As I mentioned in a previous post regarding the Morning (Fajr) and Evening Prayers (Isha), Salah is the daily process of giving prayer to Allah. It is the second pillar of Islam, and must be done facing Mecca.

A couple of months ago in February 2024, Allova also released this Princess Fashion Set. While it's not an official Umm Amirah fashion pack, I still feel like it could somewhat be classified as such with its name and their doll used for modelling.

The pack comes with 6 dresses: pale pink with dotted skirt; pink with puffed sleeves and ruffle skirt; blue with silver detailing, top, and belt; a blue summer dress with white and yellow pattern; purple; and black and white with white flower buttons and a polka-dot skirt. It also comes with four headscarves in blue, lilac, black, and gold, 3 handbags (tan, white, and pink) , and 3 pairs of shoes (black, silver, and fuschia(?))

I obviously cant post for each outfit combination, but I would definitely say that the blue summer dress is my least favorite of those available. The material looks the cheapest out of those in the pack, its design is comparatively simple, and the pattern is sorta tacky. I feel like the central concept could've been executed better.

My favorite looks, though, would have to be:

The full black and white look sorta gives me girlboss vibes, like something she could wear at her desk writing articles or modeling for the cover of a magazine! The blue dress, meanwhile, is sooooo elegant, like she's going to a fancy party in the evening! My absolute favorite though would have to be the gold hijab with the pink frilly dress, which takes the "princess" part of Umm Amirah to a whole new level!

In spite of my thoughts on the summer dress of the pack, I'm in love with this doll and its outfits as a whole! It's been fun putting out this post I'd been meaning to make for a while. A lot of the Muslim dolls I've found, while impressive, unfortunately don't seem to be in production much in the current year, so it's nice to see there's still options available! If you're still looking for a potential Eid gift, I'd highly recommend getting her from Allova's website!

Ramadan Kareem!

Saints&Reading: Friday, March 17, 2023

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VENERABLE GERASIMUS OF JORDAN (475)

Saint Gerasimus was a native of Lycia (Asia Minor). From his early years, he was distinguished for his piety. Having received the monastic tonsure, he withdrew into the desert of the Thebaid (in Egypt). Thereafter, in about the year 450, the monk arrived in Palestine and settled at Jordan, where he founded a monastery.

For a certain while Saint Gerasimus was tempted by the heresy of Eutyches and Dioscorus, which acknowledged only the divine nature in Jesus Christ, but not His human nature (i.e. the Monophysite heresy). Saint Euthymius the Great (January 20) helped him to return to the true Faith.

Saint Gerasimus established a strict monastic Rule. He spent five days of the week in solitude, occupying himself with handicrafts and prayer. On these days, the wilderness dwellers did not eat cooked food or kindle a fire, but ate only dry bread, roots, and water.

On Saturday and Sunday, all gathered at the monastery for Divine Liturgy and to partake of the Holy Mysteries of Christ. In the afternoon, the desert dwellers returned to their own cells, taking a supply of bread, tubers, water, and an armload of date palm branches for weaving baskets. Each had only old clothes and a mat upon which he slept. The door was never locked when they left their cells, so anyone could enter, rest, or take whatever he needed.

Saint Gerasimus himself attained a high level of asceticism. During Great Lent, he ate nothing until the very day of the All-Radiant Resurrection of Christ, when he received the Holy Mysteries. Going out into the desert for all of Great Lent, Saint Gerasimus took his beloved disciple Saint Cyriacus (September 29), whom Saint Euthymius had sent to him.

When Saint Euthymius the Great died, Saint Gerasimus saw how angels carried the departed's soul up to Heaven. Taking Cyriacus with him, the monk immediately set off to the monastery of Saint Euthymius and consigned his body to the earth.

Saint Gerasimus died peacefully, mourned by his brethren and disciples. Before his death, a lion had aided Saint Gerasimus in his tasks, and upon the death of the Elder, it died at his grave and was buried nearby. Therefore, the lion is depicted on icons of the saint at his feet.

SAINT JAMES THE FASTER OF PHOENICIA (Syria_6th c.)

Saint James the Faster lived a life of asceticism near the Phoenician city of Porphyrin in the sixth century. For fifteen years, he lived in a cave devoting himself to monastic deeds, and he received the gift of wonderworking from the Lord. Under his influence, many of the local inhabitants were converted to the Christian Faith.

News of the ascetic spread everywhere, and so he went to another place so that he would not fall into temptation. He found a new cave and lived there for thirty years. The devil set terrible snares for the ascetic. James healed a young girl from demonic possession but fell into sin with her. To conceal his sin, he killed the girl and threw her into a river.

Distraught over this sin, he repented for what he had done. For a long time he hid away in the wilderness, bereft of shelter and peace, tormented by the pricks of conscience, and he was on the point of forsaking the monastic life and returning to the world. But the immeasurable mercy of God, against which the sins of this world cannot prevail and which desires salvation for all mankind, would not permit the ruin of this monk who had toiled so many years for the Lord.

The Lord thwarted the devil’s intent to destroy the ascetic and returned him through repentance to the path of salvation. Wandering about the wilderness, James saw a monastery, and entering it, he confessed his sin before the igumen and the brethren. The igumen urged him to remain with them, fearing that he would ultimately fall into despair. But James went off and, again, wandering the wilderness for a long time.

Finally, the All-Beneficent Providence of God brought him to a certain desert-dweller filled with grace and wisdom. Lifting the burden from him, the desert-dweller suggested that James remain with him. But James would not remain with the Elder, though encouraged and given hope by him, and he secluded himself in a cave and there for ten years offered repentance to God, weeping and wailing and asking forgiveness for the sin he committed. The Lord heard the prayers of the penitent monk and granted him His mercy. James reacquired his gift of wonderworking. He remained in the cave until the time of his death. He was also buried there.

Source, all texts: orthodox Church in America_OCA

GENESIS 8:4-21 

4 Then the ark rested in the seventh month, the seventeenth day of the month, on the mountains of Ararat. 5 And the waters decreased continually until the tenth month. In the tenth month, on the first day of the month, the tops of the mountains were seen. 6 So it came to pass, at the end of forty days, that Noah opened the window of the ark which he had made. 7 Then he sent out a raven, which kept going to and fro until the waters had dried up from the earth. 8 He also sent out from himself a dove, to see if the waters had receded from the face of the ground. 9 But the dove found no resting place for the sole of her foot, and she returned into the ark to him, for the waters were on the face of the whole earth. So he put out his hand and took her, and drew her into the ark to himself. 10 And he waited yet another seven days, and again he sent the dove out from the ark. 11 Then the dove came to him in the evening, and behold, a freshly plucked olive leaf was in her mouth; and Noah knew that the waters had receded from the earth. 12 So he waited yet another seven days and sent out the dove, which did not return again to him anymore. 13 And it came to pass in the six hundred and first year, in the first month, the first day of the month, that the waters were dried up from the earth; and Noah removed the covering of the ark and looked, and indeed the surface of the ground was dry. 14 And in the second month, on the twenty-seventh day of the month, the earth was dried. 15 Then God spoke to Noah, saying, 16 “Go out of the ark, you and your wife, and your sons and your sons’ wives with you. 17 “Bring out with you every living thing of all flesh that is with you: birds and cattle and every creeping thing that creeps on the earth, so that they may abound on the earth, and be fruitful and multiply on the earth.” 18 So Noah went out, and his sons and his wife and his sons’ wives with him. 19 Every animal, every creeping thing, every bird, and whatever creeps on the earth, according to their families, went out of the ark. 20 Then Noah built an altar to the Lord, and took of every clean animal and of every clean bird, and offered burnt offerings on the altar. 21 And the Lord smelled a soothing aroma. Then the Lord said in His heart, “I will never again curse the ground for man’s sake, although the imagination of man’s heart is evil from his youth; nor will I again destroy every living thing as I have done.

PROVERBS 10:31-11:12 

31 The mouth of the righteous brings forth wisdom, But the perverse tongue will be cut out. 32 The lips of the righteous know what is acceptable, But the mouth of the wicked what is perverse.

1 Dishonest scales are an abomination to the Lord, But a just weight is His delight. 2 When pride comes, then comes shame; But with the humble is wisdom. 3 The integrity of the upright will guide them, But the perversity of the unfaithful will destroy them. 4 Riches do not profit in the day of wrath, But righteousness delivers from death. 5 The righteousness of the blameless will direct his way aright, But the wicked will fall by his own wickedness. 6 The righteousness of the upright will deliver them, But the unfaithful will be caught by their lust. 7 When a wicked man dies, his expectation will perish, And the hope of the unjust perishes. 8 The righteous are delivered from trouble, And it comes to the wicked instead. 9 The hypocrite with his mouth destroys his neighbor, But through knowledge, the righteous will be delivered. 10 When it goes well with the righteous, the city rejoices; And when the wicked perish, there is jubilation. 11 By the blessing of the upright the city is exalted, But it is overthrown by the mouth of the wicked. 12 He who is devoid of wisdom despises his neighbor, But a man of understanding holds his peace.

Nurturing the Soul: Crafting a To-Do List for Ramadan with Emphasis on Quran Reading

Introduction:

As the sacred month of Ramadan approaches, Muslims worldwide eagerly anticipate a period of spiritual rejuvenation, self-reflection, and increased devotion. At the heart of this transformative journey lies the Quran, the holy book of Islam, revered as a source of guidance, wisdom, and enlightenment. Crafting a purposeful to-do list for Ramadan with a focus on Quran reading is essential for nurturing the soul and deepening one's connection with Allah. In this article, we explore the significance of Quranic recitation during Ramadan and provide practical insights into integrating it into daily routines.

The Spiritual Significance of Quran Reading in Ramadan:

Ramadan holds profound significance in the Islamic faith, as it commemorates the revelation of the Quran to Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him). Muslims believe that during this blessed month, the gates of Heaven are opened, and the devils are chained, making it an opportune time for spiritual growth and self-purification. Quran reading occupies a central place in the Ramadan experience, as Muslims seek to deepen their understanding of Allah's words, draw closer to Him, and seek guidance for leading righteous lives.

Crafting a To-Do List for Ramadan with Quran Reading:

Prioritize Daily Quran Recitation: Begin by allocating dedicated time each day for Quran reading. Whether in the early morning hours, during breaks from work or studies, or before bedtime, carve out moments for engaging with the Quran. Consistency is key, so aim to establish a routine that allows for regular interaction with the sacred text.

Set Realistic Reading Goals: Set achievable goals for Quran recitation based on your schedule and level of familiarity with the text. Whether aiming to complete the entire Quran during Ramadan or focusing on specific chapters or verses, establish targets that are both challenging and attainable. Break down larger goals into smaller, manageable segments to maintain momentum and track progress effectively.

Create a Sacred Space for Reflection: Designate a quiet, peaceful space in your home where you can immerse yourself in Quranic recitation and reflection. Remove distractions, such as electronic devices or clutter, and adorn the space with items that inspire reverence and devotion, such as prayer mats, incense, or Islamic artwork. Cultivate an atmosphere conducive to spiritual contemplation and connection with Allah.

Utilize Different Recitation Methods: Experiment with various recitation methods to enhance your Quranic experience during Ramadan. Whether reciting aloud, silently, or listening to audio recordings, explore different approaches that resonate with your learning style and preferences. Consider incorporating Tajweed (rules of Quranic recitation) practices to improve pronunciation and deepen your understanding of the text.

Engage in Reflective Reading: Approach Quranic recitation with an attitude of reflection and contemplation. Pause periodically to ponder the meanings of the verses, explore their relevance to your life, and seek guidance for navigating challenges and making moral decisions. Allow the Quran to speak to your heart and illuminate your path towards righteousness and spiritual fulfillment.

Seek Guidance from Tafsir: Supplement your Quranic reading with insights from Tafsir, scholarly interpretations and explanations of the Quranic text. Consult reputable Tafsir sources or attend Quran study circles and lectures to gain deeper insights into the meanings, context, and lessons of the verses. Engage in discussions with knowledgeable individuals to enrich your understanding and broaden your perspective on the Quran.

Share the Gift of Quranic Knowledge: Extend the blessings of Quranic recitation beyond yourself by sharing its teachings and wisdom with others. Organize Quran study sessions with family members, friends, or community members, where you can collectively read, discuss, and learn from the Quran. Encourage mutual support and accountability in striving towards spiritual growth and excellence.

Conclusion:

In conclusion, crafting a to-do list for Ramadan with a focus on Quran reading is essential for nurturing the soul, strengthening faith, and fostering spiritual growth. By prioritizing daily Quran recitation, setting realistic goals, creating a sacred space for reflection, utilizing different recitation methods, engaging in reflective reading, seeking guidance from Tafsir, and sharing the gift of Quranic knowledge with others, Muslims can deepen their connection with Allah and derive immense spiritual benefit from the blessed month of Ramadan. May this Ramadan be a time of profound transformation, enlightenment, and blessings for all believers.

Ramadan Gift Packages: Thoughtful Gift Items for Every Occasion

Ramadan, the holiest month in the Islamic calendar, is a time of reflection, prayer, and generosity. It's a time when Muslims around the world come together to fast, pray, and engage in acts of charity. As the month of Ramadan approaches, many of us are thinking about how to celebrate and share the spirit of this special time with our loved ones. One wonderful way to do so is by giving thoughtful gifts that reflect the essence of Ramadan.

The Spirit of Giving in Ramadan

Ramadan is not only a time of fasting and prayer but also a time of giving and sharing. It's a month when Muslims are encouraged to show kindness and generosity to others, especially those in need. Giving gifts during Ramadan is a beautiful tradition that allows us to express our love, appreciation, and gratitude to our family, friends, and neighbors.

Introducing Ramadan Gift Packages

At Reventon, we understand the importance of thoughtful gifting during Ramadan. That's why we've curated a collection of Ramadan gift packages that are perfect for every occasion. Whether you're looking for a heartfelt gift for Eid al-Fitr, a special token of appreciation for your host during Iftar, or a thoughtful gesture to show gratitude to your loved ones, our Ramadan gift packages have got you covered.

Thoughtful Gift Items for Every Occasion

Our Ramadan gift packages feature a variety of thoughtful gift items that are sure to delight your recipients. From traditional dates and Arabic sweets to luxurious prayer mats and elegant Islamic art pieces, our collection offers something for everyone. Here are just a few of the thoughtful gift items you'll find in our Ramadan gift packages:

Exquisite Dates and Sweets: Dates are a staple food during Ramadan, symbolizing the breaking of the fast at sunset. Our gift packages include premium-quality dates and delicious Arabic sweets, perfect for sharing with family and friends during Iftar gatherings.

Luxurious Prayer Mats: Prayer is an integral part of Ramadan, and a beautiful prayer mat can make the perfect gift for your loved ones. Our gift packages feature luxurious prayer mats adorned with intricate designs and made from high-quality materials, ensuring a comfortable and meaningful prayer experience.

Elegant Islamic Art Pieces: Add a touch of beauty and spirituality to your loved ones' homes with our selection of elegant Islamic art pieces. From intricately carved wooden Quran stands to stunning calligraphy wall art, these art pieces make meaningful and thoughtful gifts that will be cherished for years to come.

Personalized Gift Sets: Make your gift even more special with our personalized gift sets, featuring a curated selection of items tailored to your recipient's preferences. Whether they prefer traditional treats or modern home decor, our personalized gift sets are sure to make a lasting impression.

Celebrate Ramadan with Thoughtful Gifts

This Ramadan, let's celebrate the spirit of giving and sharing with thoughtful gifts that reflect the essence of this special month. Whether you're celebrating Eid al-Fitr, attending Iftar gatherings, or simply expressing gratitude to your loved ones, our Ramadan gift packages are the perfect way to spread joy, love, and blessings during this auspicious time. Shop our collection today and make this Ramadan a memorable one for you and your loved ones.

Today's Daily Encounter Tuesday, December 5, 2023

Waiting Patiently

Be still before the Lord and wait patiently for him…1

The tree is trimmed, adorned with a star atop; the halls are decked with lights and colored bows. Carols play and the sweet smells of cinnamon and pine fill the air. If your home is blessed with small children, the wait for Christmas Day is full of anticipation, and that waiting time can become excruciating as their innocent impatience grows thin. We hear ourselves repeating, "not yet", or even redirecting their focus to other activities that can be just as fulfilling. We adults can relate because we've all had to practice patience at some point. Have you heard the saying, "Patience is a Virtue"? It's not just a saying; it's listed as a fruit of the Spirit (Gal. 5:22).

Sometimes God wants to help us build up our patience; increased patience builds our character and makes us more like Jesus. Christmas, the celebration of the birth of our Savior, is a perfect time to strive to be more like Jesus! God desires that we learn to trust Him. He wants us to lean on him completely. The more we trust His wisdom and His plan the quicker we are to settle into the "not yet" moments. Just as that child at Christmas knows that great things are to come, believe that God has great things in store for you. Waiting for anything can bring uncertainty. Impatiently waiting for God to answer a prayer or plea robs us of the joy of seeking Him in the "waiting process". We miss out on the beauty of the decorations and the cheerful atmosphere when we allow our impatience to rule our day. Instead, turn your waiting over to God. Set your sight on God's kingdom first (Mat. 6:33) and the wondrous gifts He has in store for you. God will often tell us to wait; He may say "not yet". He often has to redirect our focus for a little while and give us a new one — one that can be just as fulfilling. When we put His kingdom first we're more sensitive to His plan for us during this waiting time. Waiting patiently keeps our hearts humble and turned toward God and the anticipation of His arrival is priceless!

Suggested Prayer: Dear Heavenly Father, You have greater plans in store for me than I can even imagine. I await Your arrival with joy. Help me to be patient and enjoy each of your blessings as they come to me. In Jesus' name, Amen.

Psalm 37:7a (ESV).

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Creating Your Spiritual Sanctuary: 5 Steps to Finding Inner Peace at Home

Creating a spiritual sanctuary at home is a beautiful journey towards finding inner peace in your life.  So buy spiritual products online that will enhance your home ambience.

In our fast-paced lives filled with stress and distractions, finding solace and inner peace becomes essential for our well-being. Creating a spiritual sanctuary at home can be a transformative experience, providing a space to connect with our inner selves and nurture our spiritual growth. We will explore five simple steps to curate a sacred space within your home, with the help of spiritual products online.  

Step 1: Choose the Right Space

The first step in creating your spiritual sanctuary is selecting the right space within your home. Look for a quiet and peaceful corner or room where you can retreat and disconnect from the outside world. It could be a cozy nook near a window, a spare room, or even a small area under the stairs. Ensure that the space receives natural light and good ventilation, as this fosters a positive energy flow.

Step 2: Set the Mood with Spiritual Products

Now that you have identified your sacred space, it's time to set the mood with spiritual products available online. There is a vast array of spiritual products, such as incense sticks, aromatic candles, essential oils, and meditation cushions, that can create a serene and calming ambience. You can also explore online stores to find intricately designed gold-plated gift items that add a touch of elegance to your sanctuary.

Step 3: Incorporate Personal Symbols and Artifacts

Make your spiritual sanctuary truly yours by incorporating personal symbols and artefacts. These can be items with deep spiritual significance to you, such as religious statues, crystals, prayer beads, or ancestral heirlooms. Surrounding yourself with meaningful objects can intensify your connection to the space and foster a deeper sense of spirituality.

Step 4: Create a Meditation Corner

A meditation corner is an integral part of a spiritual sanctuary. Dedicate a section of your sacred space for meditation practice. Place a comfortable meditation cushion or mat, along with a small altar or shrine where you can focus your intentions. This designated area will serve as a serene retreat for meditation and reflection, allowing you to find inner peace amidst the chaos of daily life.

Step 5: Nurture a Daily Ritual

To fully embrace your spiritual sanctuary, nurture a daily ritual that resonates with you. It could be as simple as starting your day with a few moments of gratitude or ending it with a peaceful meditation session. Incorporate spiritual practices that align with your beliefs and values, and let this ritual become a source of comfort and renewal.

Conclusion

By following the five steps mentioned above and exploring gold plated gift items available online, you can curate a sacred space that nurtures your spiritual growth. Embrace the power of gold-plated gift items and meaningful artifacts with Diviniti. So, embark on this transformative quest, and let your spiritual sanctuary become a haven of peace and serenity in the midst of life's hustle and bustle.

The Ultimate Guide to Thoughtful and Affordable Ramadan Gift Boxes

The celebration of Ramadan is a very cherished holiday for a vast majority of Muslims across the globe. This holy month is when people observe a fast from dawn until sunset and then take time to think about their beliefs, donate to charity while spending time with their loved family members. One of the best ways to show your gratitude for love and appreciation during Ramadan is to give gifts. They are the perfect method of showing your appreciation to your loved ones. What better way to show your appreciation than by gifting them a thoughtful and exquisitely curated Ramadan gifts? In this post, we'll look into the features of Ramadan gifts are made of, the things they usually comprise and why they're ideal for celebrating Ramadan, the month of fasting.

What are Ramadan Gift Boxes?

Ramadan present boxes carefully curated gift sets that come with an array of products that are significant and meaningful in Ramadan. Ramadan. The gift boxes are usually made with the aim of making gifts during Ramadan easier and more convenient for those looking to mark this holy month. These boxes may be made to meet different budgets, preferences and preferences, and are available in a variety of sizes and designs.

What are the typical contents of Ramadan Gift Boxes usually containing?

Ramadan gift boxes could comprise a range of items, based on the preference of the creator as well as the recipient's preferences. But, the majority of gift boxes have items that are appropriate and beneficial for Ramadan. Ramadan. For instance, an ordinary Ramadan gift box might comprise:

Dates:

The importance of dates is that they are a food item for Ramadan Many gift boxes are packed with high-quality and fresh dates in a nod to this tradition.

Qur'an:

Holy Qur'an is an essential element of Ramadan and a lot of gift boxes come with an exemplified copy of this holy book that helps people to connect with their religion throughout the month.

Prayer Mat Prayer Mat:

Prayer is an integral aspect of Ramadan Many gift boxes come with a gorgeous prayer mat that encourages individuals to set aside time to pray throughout the month.

Candles:

The candles are a sought-after present in Ramadan and provide an enveloping warm illumination in the evenings after people break their fast.

sweets and desserts

Treats, sweets and desserts are the mainstays of Ramadan and a lot of gift boxes come with a selection of delectable sweets to enjoy during the month.

Fragrances:

Scents and perfumes oils are a common gift in Ramadan since these are thought to aid people be more spiritually connected throughout the month of Ramadan.

What makes Ramadan Gift Boxes a great method to commemorate this holy month?

Ramadan gifts are a wonderful option to commemorate the holy month of Ramadan for a variety of reasons. First, they are an easy and thoughtful method to show your appreciation and affection for your loved people throughout the month of Ramadan. They also contain things that are meaningful and meaningful throughout Ramadan and make them an ideal and personal present. Additionally, they're an ideal way to give back to local artisans and businesses, since many gift boxes are designed by small-scale companies or individuals who put a lot time and effort into creating the ideal gift set.

Ramadan marks a moment of reflection of gratitude, reflection, and charity. It's also a time to connect with family and friends and showing appreciation to those who are important to us that are important to us. Ramadan gifts are a wonderful option to show your appreciation because they are a means to show your gratitude and love in a meaningful and thoughtful manner.

One of the best things of Ramadan present boxes is the fact that they are customized to meet the needs of the recipient and preferences. For instance, if you have a loved one who enjoys sweet treats, you can create a box of gifts with a variety of their most loved sweets and candy. Or, if you have a friend who is passionate about perfume and cosmetics You could design the gift basket that contains premium perfumes, oils with scents as well as other items for beauty.

Another advantage one of Ramadan present boxes is the fact that they are able to be tailored to meet various budgets. No matter if you have a big budget or just a little that you can spend, it is possible to are able to design a gift package that is practical and cost-effective. This makes gift-giving in Ramadan more affordable and inclusive since it lets people from every walk of life to be part of the custom of giving gifts.

Additionally, they are an excellent method of showing appreciation to loved family members, Ramadan gift boxes also give you the chance to support small-scale businesses and local artisans. A lot of gift box makers are small-scale business owners who invest much care and effort into creating the most appropriate gift sets. When you purchase a gift set from a small-business owner, you will be able in boosting the local economy and help to contribute to the growth of the entrepreneurs.

Ramadan gifts are an excellent way to get connected with the wider Muslim community during this holy month of Ramadan. The gift-giving tradition is universal which is celebrated across diverse religions and cultures across the globe. Through the giving and receiving of gifts during Ramadan we are able to be in touch with people who are a part of our beliefs and values and form more connections of friendship as well as solidarity.

Conclusion

In the end, Ramadan gift boxes are intended to highlight the variety and depth in Muslim culture. Muslim culture is extremely multifaceted, with many different customs, traditions and practices that vary from one country to the next and from region to region. By putting items into gift boxes that represent the distinct customs and traditions of various cultures it is possible to appreciate and celebrate this diversity, and also learn more about the depth of Muslim cultural heritage.

jan 20

what may i do for Your glory

“take heed to the ministry which you have received in the Lord, that you may fulfill it.” col 4:17

the other day i received a brief, but lovely note from a reader - one who i have never met.  it simply said, "thank you for your ministry linda.  amen"

it's so strange but for some reason i had never thought of my writings as being a ministry.  the words kind of hit me like a brick.  when i first helped my good friend, paula rayburn, set up her ministry with tax exemption, website and all, i had everyone write a brief bio of themselves.  i can still remember mine.  in short, it said something like, "i always considered myself just a passenger on the bus and not the bus driver.  my friend just kept going and dragging me after her.  i didn't even consent to be on the board for awhile even though i helped her in every way i could."  that was my bio along with a few other things.

it was always like that.  i was a follower and not a leader.  and now, suddenly someone says "thank you for your ministry."  even still, i credit her ministry at the end of each mailing, even though it is not practical to do so in other places i post on.  if this is indeed a ministry, it was definitely one birthed in her aspirations and not mine.

it was fruit from her tree, and what a wonderful tree it was.  she was such a special person and instrumental in my walk with the Lord.  She was not just my friend, but also my mentor.  oh, the stories i could tell.  oh, the memories i have.  even now i am tearing up thinking about her.

she was a deliverance minister and was instrumental in freeing so many to walk with the Lord.  while our friendship was birthed in the church we both attended, it went way beyond that.  we were each others' confidant and confessor.  i don't even know if she thought she was mentoring.  she was just being a friend.  when she was in need, i tried to be there.  what does one do when an experienced deliverance ministering comes to you for deliverance?  needless to say, it was not i but Christ in me.

after she had entered the hospital for the last time, i visited her and administered holy communion to her.  then i asked if she was sure this was what she really wanted.  (she had refused a procedure the doctors felt necessary.)  i was prepared to go to the mat with her; to do battle in the spiritual realm. but she had done her battles, having won and lost many.  she just wanted to be with her Lord now; be with the one she had given her life to.  she was a unique and special lady.  of course, we are all special to the Lord.

now i am left with doing battle no longer for her, but the fruit of her body she left behind.  they have become my daily prayer.  some know the Lord and His truth while others do not.  some are confusing the love of God with the love of the world.  we all know, "there is a way that seems right to a man, but its end is the way of death." prov 14:12

and so i pray.  words and arguments cannot convince another,  though we never cease from trying.  it takes a work of the Holy Spirit.  "flesh and blood has not revealed this to you, but My Father who is in heaven." matt 16:17  i too have relatives and loved ones i desperately want to meet my Lord.  age is quickly descending on them and time for refreshing is running out.  they need to realize our righteousness is as filthy rags and they need Jesus.  God knows those that are His.  i can only pray and live the best witness i can.

so, i guess i really am in ministry.  and if i am, that means we all are.  not just to blood relatives and friends, but to every lost soul out there.  our ministry may not be to a great multitude like a notable preacher or evangelist.  our ministry may just be to that one; that one visitor to your church or that stranger you offer an encouraging word or a thoughtful gift to.

at one time i had printed up thee small folded notes.  on the outside it simply said, "a gift for you."  on the inside it told of Jesus and all He can bring if one lets Him.  when my mentor and i were eating out we would leave our tip inside that note.  fruitful or not, the word of life had been transmitted.

i have another friend who joys in giving out things to people; food, clothing, whatever.  she also is living her witness to Christ.  all our ministries are different, just as we are all different, but we all serve the same Lord.  we all have the same hope set in our lives.  we all are doing what we can, by the grace our Lord supplies.  "not that we are sufficient of ourselves to think of anything as being from ourselves, but our sufficiency is from God." 2 cor 3:5

so yes, i confess this now as a ministry and by His marvelous grace, i will be faithful in it, so that i may finish my race with joy, and the ministry which i received from the Lord Jesus, to testify to the gospel of the grace of God." acts 20:24  and to you all the Lord and i both exhort you: "take heed to the ministry which you have received in the Lord, that you may fulfill it." col 4:17

POLO

Somebody somewhere once said, “Dogs will never hurt you, except when they die. And even then, it’s not their fault.”

Since Day One, I always knew we were on borrowed time with Polo. God knows we tried so hard, fought so hard, and did everything we could to keep him alive. But nothing could save him: not my tears & fervent prayers, not my brother’s positive outlook, not my parents’ medical expertise & skills, not the handful of medicines he was forced to take, and not the best vets we could find in town. In the end, he still went—and all we could do was let him go.

Polo was given to us by my god father, Jojo Canlas, a little more than five years ago—June 2017 to be exact. Actually, he wasn’t just given. If you know my ninong Jojo, you would know his gift of gab and persuasion, so he pretty much just barged into our house one day, carrying tiny Polo on his arm, and telling us these exact words, “Kunin niyo na ito. Ang alam lang niya magmahal.” So even though we were still on a longstanding grief after losing our German shepherd a year before, we accepted the nameless, three-month old cocker spaniel with open arms. But he wasn’t just any cocker spaniel. He only had three normal paws. He was born with angular limb deformity—perhaps his leg was crushed by his siblings inside the womb. Or maybe he was just meant to be a tripod. A perfect, living tripod.

He was an extremely cheerful puppy. He had a hard time walking and running, but he did not seem to mind. Sometimes, he ate his food lying down. It was my brother, Ryan, who gave him the name Polo. And as soon as Polo chewed on and ruined several sets of slippers, we all have fallen in love with him. Hard. Our only prayer that time was we hoped that despite his disability, our love was enough to make him feel complete.

And I believe he felt complete. Five years is so short, and I find it heartbreakingly unfair losing him this early, but the quantity and quality of time we spent with him were immeasurable. At the height of the pandemic, Polo grew so much more special to us. During the lockdown, it was then that he officially became an “inside dog”. He slept inside our room, joined us during dinner, stayed by my exercise mat whenever I was working out. Every corner of the house is now filled with his memory: the wall near the ref, under the sofa, the pillars near the dining area, the backyard that housed mom’s plants, and even the roof deck where we checked out the neighbor’s dogs and tried to befriend them.

It’s no secret from the world that back in 2020, during those months that the pandemic was worsening, ABS-CBN was shut down, and I was laid off shortly thereafter, along with thousand others. Polo was my buddy every step of the way – from getting retrenched, being jobless for months, going through grief and misery, getting a new job, facing more and more challenges and ordeals along the way. When I thought I was sick with Covid and was self-isolating, Polo would even climb two flights of stairs just to visit me. Polo gave me so much love and joy, when the world wasn’t too kind and generous to me. Ang dami niyang binigay sa akin, nung mga panahong sobrang ramot ng mundo.

He was also Ryan’s seatmate during his online classes, my dad’s lone spectator during online consultations and therapy sessions, mom’s clinic and drive-thru chaperone, and my grandmother’s favorite afternoon visitor. When the pandemic restrictions loosened, Polo was always with us everywhere we went – to the beach, the mall, our family friends’ houses, road trips, joy rides, or simply running errands.

When we adopted an Aspin and called him Blackie, there were times Polo would be all alpha and bully him, but mostly, he was friendly and nice. And then voilà—we had three dogs, our very own version of PBB: Polo, Bunjie, and Blackie. Two of them had disabilities: Polo only had three legs, meanwhile, Bunjie lost his vision years back. It was clear to the two Bs that Polo was special and that’s why he was the family’s favorite. They didn’t mind. In fact, they always let Polo get his way. Or maybe in hindsight, they just always knew that he wouldn’t be here for long—as his health had been particularly sensitive the last few years. And now, well, there’s just no more P in PBB.

Polo had a temper of some sort. There were two instances when he bit me out of sheer jealousy and irritation. One left a faint scar, and one day, I’ll die happily with this scar on my arm, knowing I’d be well on my way to see my perfect boy’s face again. Right now, I already miss his bark, his wagging tail, his pinker than pink tongue, his passion in playing with his favorite toys (which we placed beside him when we finally laid him to rest earlier today), and his lingering presence in the house he helped be a home.

Polo was such a sweet boy. He preferred being around humans over fellow dogs. He always made sure we had company, that he won’t cause trouble or inconvenience. Even as he finally left us, I bet he still considered choosing today because he knew my parents did not have clinic appointments on Tuesdays. He even chose to go on a perfectly breezy weather. He probably saw how stressed, sleepless, and sad we’ve been the past eight days. Every single day, I could feel the life draining out of his body. I could see his eyes losing focus and always staring off to a far distance. I kept praying for healing, for a pre- and post-Christmas miracle, but I always had the sinking feeling it was all out of my control. It wasn’t the same as when he got seriously ill back in 2020 and 2021 – his current illness was evil and ruthless and was not up for giving him the slightest bit of chance.

When I saw him having the most difficult time breathing, literally gasping for breath with his mouth open and his pupils beginning to dilate, I whispered all my I love yous, I’m sorrys, thank yous. I also told him it was okay to go; it was okay to stop fighting and that we will be okay. My family did the same. Ryan even showed him his worn-out tennis ball one last time. And then five seconds later, he breathed his last. He was pronounced dead at 9:10am by my mom who verified his death through her stethoscope. His good heart had stopped beating, and his eyes, in all their glory of beautiful long lashes, had stopped blinking.

And now my heart’s broken beyond repair. It’s not the first time I lost a dog. My closest circles know how devastated I was with Hector’s passing. But I guess it’s just more painful now because Polo was with me when I immensely struggled with the lowest of my lows. He witnessed everything: our imperfect family with all our flaws and weaknesses and shortcomings – yet and still he never judged us for any of them. He loved us through and through, without conditions, without reservations, and I’m absolutely sure, without end.

I know he was on the expressway to heaven on the same hour he expired, but please keep our perfect boy in your prayers today. We take solace in the thought that he is healthy and happy in heaven, with no disability whatsoever, and that he’d be waiting for us by the gates, as he did on earth, wagging his tail and whining out of sheer excitement and joy. He might even end up peeing, like he did one time when I arrived from a long vacation.

We love you so much, Polo. Thank you for everything. Thank you for spending your last Christmas with us, and for staying with us as long as you could. Thank you for giving us enough time to surround your death bed and utter our last farewells. You fought well and hard, my brave buddy.

We will miss kissing you good night. Sweetest dreams to the sweetest, fluffiest boy.

Jes|Mat Drabble 1: The Fall

He knew it would come down to this. It always came down to this. Is he a violent man or a man of violence? Matthias had always thought of himself as the latter, but he’s no longer sure. The fighting comes too easy, the anger and the darkness so readily at his fingertips. He calls it the same way Nina calls her power. It is a fire lit years ago that he cannot extinguish. So he lets out an all too steady breath, wrapping his wrists and hands for the fight. There is no jagged edge of anxiety in him. No nervous jitter. Just the unwavering thrum of his heart beat -as steady as it’s ever been. 

Technically this is an improvement over Hellgate. His opponent volunteered; based on their last set of text messages he’s sure Jesper jumped at the chance for this. Mat had only been trying to be helpful. He tries to focus on the improvement over his last fight. There will be no death. He’ll earn money, enough to round out his wardrobe and maybe buy something nice for Nina. although he notes the masked observers of the Hellshow were less inclined to hurtle slurs at him. His victories were their victories. Money flowed between hands for the gamblers. Here in Ravka though, all he managed to do was prove himself a despicable enemy. He had to remind himself he wasn’t home, it didn’t matter what they thought. They would hate him anyway. Nina, Alina, Inej, Celestin, those were the opinions that counted. 

Matthias looks up from the bench he's sitting on. It isn’t much of a waiting room, a corner sectioned off by chicken wire and old pallets. Really just somewhere for the onlookers to get a peak before the event begins. 

“Don’t kill him before the fight, Bloodletter!”

He hears the insult hurled as Nina slips into the space before him. He does his best to throw a nasty glance at whoever decided to use that term for her. It’s a far cry from the indecency he’s already heard but it still bothers him more. Matthias’ attention however, is easily swayed when he feels her place a hand on his chest. His eyes flutter shut and he rests his forehead against hers. He knows she can feel the steady, undisturbed rhythm of his heart. A constant thrum of perpetual motion -no jitters, no fear, just the silent note ‘I am ready’ and what can he say to that? This isn’t like the fireworks or the nights in his cell when the fear and the memories and the pain come. When he can’t control who or what he is or how his mind plays tricks on him. His heartbeat says more than words can. ‘Now you know. This is what I am. Not like Kaz. Not like you but I live with the same monster.’ 

“Matthias,” her words sound like a prayer. His scarred arms wrap around her. “You don’t have to do this! Tell Kaz no.” He scrunches his eyes shut tighter, “Jesper won’t be easy until I do. He’s sick, Nina. He needs help.”

“I can help him.”

“Of course. Of course. When this is done, see him first.” 

“Don’t kill him.” 

“He’ll be okay. He’ll be okay. I know the line between life and death as well as you. He’ll be okay.”

“Matthias. . .” 

He twists his head and kisses her. The bell rings overhead. Time to go. He enters the cage and finds Jesper bouncing around like a jackrabbit in a snare before it realizes the truth of its predicament. He looks unwell. Mat can’t help the little frown the tugs his mouth downwards on an otherwise impassive face. He sees Jesper smirk, “told ya you’d give me something Druskelle.” 

Mat clenches his jaw, his accent Kerch cutting across the distance, “this isn’t a gift you want. You need help, let us help you. You can leave the fight, no one will blame you. This is not. . .” His words are cut off by a stray punch right to his jaw. Matthias takes a step back, the applause of the crowd weighing him down like a heavy blanket. Jesper is stronger than he looks and fast. Mat makes a few lazy jabs to finish sizing him up. The style, the method, what his own body needs to do. What it will cost him. . . what it will cost Jesper. 

Jesper was significantly stronger than he looked, but then, Mat was faster. Fighting wild animals had done that. They didn’t broadcast their thoughts. They acted only on instinct. Fear. Hunger. It had taught him similarly, to adapt to each new moment. His fist jabs out much quicker than before and makes contact. ‘First blood,’ the survivor, licks its gnashing teeth in the dark parts of his mind. 

‘More. More,’ it chatters happily -greedily- to him, ‘he asks for more.’ Mat rolls his head, cracking his neck, settling into his body more. Jesper flits around him. He’s a good fighter, landing a hard punch to the side of Mat’s ribs. He sucks in a painful breath. A bruise is already blossoming on his pale skin. The crowd offers a pleased roar for Jesper. 

‘More. More,’ the survivor screams, ‘let them suffer with him. Let them wither under Fjerdan might. More. More. Ruin their fun like they ruined you.’ Mat steps forward and throws a punch to Jesper’s gut, putting his weight behind it. The survivor purrs with delight when his opponent crumples. He doesn’t have the time now, but when Mat reflects on these moments it will make him nauseous. 

The rational part of his brain pleads for Jesper to stay down but that vain hope is short lived as an unanticipated punch lands on the side of his knee and it buckles. Mat lets out an angry growl. He attacks again, putting Jesper on his heels until he’s back up to the cage walls again. ‘This is it,’ Mat thinks, observing the half conscious droop of Jesper’s head. He needs to be done.  Instead the Zemini launches himself with as much a death wish as anyone ever possessed. Mat grips him, keeping them both on their feet. He’s ready to call it but Jesper hisses unkindness in his ear. It is clear Jesper wants to be hurt. ‘You know the line,’ he reminds himself. 

‘Just don’t cross it.’ 

Matthias pushes him backward. Creating the space he needs to land an uppercut. A sickening crunch. Another blow to the side of his face. Jesper stumbles back and Mat follows, grabbing his wrist and bringing his other fist down hard on the shoulder socket. The arm goes limp in his grasp and hangs at a disgusting angle compared to the other. He punches hard at the ribs but not hard enough to crack them. A broken arm is easier to fix than a punctured lung. The line. He lifts a knee, folding Jesper’s body until both collide. 

Jesper collapses on the ground. ‘Finally,’ Mat thinks, ‘it is done.’ He stands still, waiting for a bell or a horn or even Kaz to walk in and declare it over. Nothing happens and the uncomfortable sound of Jesper’s manic laughter fills the cage, drifts out to the arena. A dark thought curls in Mat’s stomach. Sick animals were put down. To keep the herd healthy. 

Jesper manages to get to his feet. Another unsteady, and weak punch thrown. Mat flicks it away with the back of his hand. Desperate. Weak. Jesper keeps trying. Mat sticks out  foot and he trips, cashing to the bloody floor of the cage again. Mat kneels down, fingers to make sure he has a pulse first. 

“Stay down,” he mutters as quietly as he can. The Kerch phrase is familiar. “Please Jesper. . . I can’t help you, no one can help you if you’re dead. You’re sick. You need help.”

Jesper tries to lift himself once more, his own plea muttered. What is he begging for. Absolution? Forgiveness? Death? Mat blinks, sadness filling his gaze. His fist curls into Jespers hair and he slams his head down once. It is enough. Finally. It is enough.  With little kindness Mat hoists Jesper’s body up and slings it over a shoulder, like he had done such a short time ago with Alexei. It’s not as easy this time. Alexi hadn’t beaten him first. He waits at the entrance of the fighting ring to be let out. It’s Anika, worry clear on her face. He gives her a curt nod before she leads them to the back where Nina can heal Jesper; though it’ll just be the beginning of the help Jesper needs. He keeps his blue eyes trained forward, ignoring the pain in his knee or the plastic cups thrown at him from dissatisfied onlookers. 

“Help him, I’ll wait for you upstairs little red bird,” he smiles with all the sadness of a hundred lifetimes at Nina’s horrified face. As gently as possible, he sets Jesper’s body down on her work table and disappears upstairs. 

“Don’t get cum on my sheets!” Anika’s voice travels after him and for some inane reason he laughs despite himself.

How to offer prayer to Shivji during Maha Shivratri

Maha Shivratri Puja

Committed to Lord Shiva Maha Shivratri is the most anticipated favorable day according to Hindu schedule which looks for gifts of Lord Shiva and is the wellspring of energy and otherworldliness.

On this day individuals perform Puja at homes and sanctuaries separately.

History of Maha Shivratri

As indicated by Yogis Maha Shivratri is a day when Lord Shiva drank poison to save the world from getting demolished. This day is expressed in numerous Puranas like-Skanda Purana, Linga Purana, and Padma Purana. Anyway these Purana's states various ceremonies and citings of the story all notice adoring of Lord Shiva as Lingam and we offer Puja.

Each Purana has various depictions of Maha Shivratri.

As per Shaivam Purana, this day is set apart as Lord Shiva playing out the brilliant dance of creation, safeguarding, and obliteration. In this manner devotees sing tunes in Puja, serenade mantras of Shiva and  dance on the floor with enthusiasm as a symbol of Shiva’s presence all over the place.

A legend expresses that offering Shiva's symbol as Lingam is a yearly event by which you can move away from all your previous sins and can restart your new otherworldly life with Puja and prayer and in this way you will arrive at Kailasha. Finally, you tracked down liberation.

Shiva's dance structure has a memorable importance and roots somewhere down in middle age period which should be visible implanted on sanctuaries of Konark, Khajuraho, Pattadakal, Modhera, and Chidambaram. This dance is every year addressed by numerous craftsmen and this is the principal god which is connected with this workmanship in Puja. The actual god is expressed as Natraj and his structures which craftsman present as worship is called Natyanjali or Natya Shastra.

How to Celebrate Maha Shivratri?

According to the Garuda Purana, one should worship Lord Shiva a day before and keep fast during the day. As indicated by Shiva Purana, one ought to offer Lord shivs top choices Bel Patri, bhaang, pot leaves, dhatura, and so forth on Shivlinga after abhisheka in Puja.

Elements of MahaShivratri Puja

Symbol of Lord Shiva, chowki, mat, red fabric, Shiva lingam and a copper plate.

For abhisheka-Curd, honey, water, milk, sugar, ghee, and Panchamrita.

For Puja-Sesame oil or ghee, cotton wicks, light, incense sticks, kumkum, tice, turmeric, sandalwood glue, vibhuti, leafy foods, bel patri, dhatura, ber, wheat grass, Kalasha, dhoop, water, ashta gandha, coconut, paan, supari, camphor and metal ringer are required in Puja.

Mahashivratri Puja Vidhi

Take shower early and do Puja arrangements assuming that puja is performed at home else visit sanctuary early morning and keep quick.

 Keep Shivalinga pointing toward the east and keep all the love fixings before the god.

Shivlinga ought not be greater than the thumb of the admirer.

In the primary morning, puja ought to be finished as performed on ordinary premise like contribution petition, reciting mantra, shlokas and so forth.

Psalms ought to be recited and puja ought to be performed by the Prahars which might contrast. So keep a mind timings

If you are facing any issues in life and want blessings from God, We recommend you offer a Puja through Myastron.com.

P R A Y E R S

We all pray , whichever faith one belongs to, we all pray. Even an atheist pray . Prayer is making an intention to Universe and expecting it to show up in life. In techno parlance, it is a short and series of coding written in the foundational script of the programming, thinking of a scenario and expecting if and when that scenario is activated this coding will take care of it . However in digital world we simulate these codes in a controlled environment ( UAT) with limited data sets etc, in LIVE scenario sometimes it does not work or work with less efficiency, which again triggers us to modify or incorporate another code to handle the situations.

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Why on earth I gave such big example of coding on the subject of prayer! Because prayers are nothing but works exactly as codes . We can keep writing multiple codes and release in our Universe. There is a catch - A prayer made for self , which is not beneficial for highest good for all connected is called Virus or malware. Pray for expansive possibilities and not limited, know that it is a tathastu instantaneously..

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My teacher said once in a retreat “ All our prayers are immediately and answered, these are hovering around your universe. Waiting for the faith runway to be ready for it to land”. So throughout the day make micro prayers, it does not need a mat, space, situations. It requires our moment of presence filled with gratitude and releasing the intention to the Universe. Somewhere someone’s faith runway is ready , this prayer makes the safe landing there immediately. .

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Prayers are the best gift you can gift to Universe daily. .

Hello!! 14, 41, 73, 78, 83? (this is a lot I'm sorry fdgf by no means do you have to do them all!!) <33

Hello friend! Thank you for helping me with this, I really appreciate it. Out of the ones you picked, I chose Resting head on the other’s Shoulder, and Sharing Responsibilities. I hope you enjoy! 🌸🌞❤️

Nicolò shucked the gardening gloves from his hands when he heard the creak of the cottage door, and saw Yusuf padding across the grass. He bared those broad, callused palms to the chill of the spring morning and wrapped his fingers around the steaming cup handed to him. The rough tips of those fingers brushed across Yusuf’s skin, sending heat flushing through his veins. He smiled lazily with it, leaning into the touch just as he had so many times before��� all through the nights of these long months.

Yusuf sat down beside him in the dew, curling into his gardener’s side. Sleep still clung to him, but he would rather be here.

Their kiss was soft around the edges, warm like the inside of a frosty window, like a sun soaked mattress when the breeze outside still held a chill. The world was still fuzzy with sleep, and Yusuf leaned in closer, breathing in the smell of his love— cool earth and the sharpness of grass, coffee and clean mountain air. Nicolò.

Yusuf never wanted to pull away, but he broke it reluctantly, if only for the call of the steaming cup in his hands.

Nicolò chuckled with no more than a breath, trailing the tip of his nose over Yusuf’s skin and into his ruffled curls. He kissed his forehead, firm and comforting in the face of his exhaustion. It was all that held him up, and as Nicolò pulled ever so slightly back, he found himself tipping forward, guided down.

His cheek cushioned the short drop, and he tucked himself in, close against the broad shoulder beside him.

Time passed just like that. Coffee was drunk slowly, and birds woke in the canopy overhead. The last of the morning’s hush was breaking in increments, the spring sunlight dappling over the small, fenced garden Nicolò kept. The young leaves of the trees rustled in the air at the foot of the mountain, and Yusuf sighed into it, into Nicolò’s collar.

“How d’you manage to rise at all without coffee?” he murmured, muffled.

Nicolò craned his head down at him. He could feel the shift in the air, could picture with perfect clarity the smile he had tucked into his cheek. Those sea glass eyes were twinkling. Yusuf wanted to lift his head to look properly, to fix him with a fearsome glare that could stop the chuckle shaking his chest.

But, he was far too comfortable.

“Don’t you dare laugh at me, Northerner— at least I’ve brought you one, too.” He tried to be gruff, but his voice was weak with his own smile, tapping the rim of the cracked earthenware cup in the other man’s hand. “I’m the poor soul who woke alone this morning.”

Nicolò snorted then, adjusting to sit more fully beside the flowerbed, his arm wrapping round Yusuf’s back. He was smiling the easy, crooked grin that only Yusuf was ever gifted with— he could feel it in the way his cheek rested against his hair. The heat of the coffee in his hands seemed cool in comparison to the warmth that bloomed in his chest.

“Yes, grazie, your Highness.” he replied, “I knew you’d need more rest after fajr, and the spring is when the most work is to be done out here.”

Yusuf hummed, on the edge of a playful whine. “Well, the bed is far too big and cold without you in it.”

“And what do you do in the palace? In your big bed, in those spacious chambers?”

“Imagine you.” he said, entirely serious, yearning plainly in his voice— he hated that room, with it’s cold marble and its silk sheets. Gilded with empty luxury. “I toss and I turn, and I wish you were there with me.”

He blinked the last of the sleep from his eyes, lifting his head to look Nicolò right in his eyes.

Somehow, he still always looked surprised when Yusuf chose him. When he waxed his poetry or sketched his face, Nicolò still went still, deflated as if relieved that Yusuf had not yet left him. He took in Nicolò’s face then— his eyes were round and bright, mouth just slack enough to be perfectly kissable— and promised himself that one day, with enough declarations, with enough sincerity, he would make his gardener understand.

For now, he could only kiss the expression from his lips. He could only hope one day his words would suffice, that there would be a time when he could press Nicolò into the dewy grass and not have him grip Yusuf as if he were saying a last goodbye.

He pulled away with words on his tongue, something more lasting than any poetry, more fortifying than even I love you on his lips.

“How can I help?” He whispered into the space between them, “the growth of spring flowers means more to me than any palace.”

This was the way Nicolò loved— in the brush of a hand over the notches of his spine, by learning the complicated swirls of Yusuf’s mothertongue, by setting out a makeshift prayer mat and cajoling him from sleep every morning. It was in the small moments that Nicolò painstakingly built his love, unspoken, yet palpable.

It was time Yusuf learned something, too.

And by the way Nicolò’s face spread into that easy, crooked grin, Yusuf knew his intent was heard.

“Hand me that trowel, and the tray of seedlings.”

The sun rose, dappling the chestnut grove, and the dew evaporated around them— the last of the chill giving way to warmer days.

Oof, it's been a while. I just haven't had any luck lately. I've been working on a new idea and I like it, but getting the words out of my head has been like pulling teeth! This is something completely different because I needed a break.

Community Garden

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Zelda let out a sigh at the gentle sound of wind chimes. The breeze was light and pleasantly cool in the heat of the Hyrule summer. It was good to get out of the stuffy castle and into nature, however artificial a community garden really was. Little plots were spread out in a wild array of liveliness with greenery springing from most boxes and a notable few browning and wilting. It was safe enough that Impa stayed at the entry gate and Zelda was granted the gift of solitude. Gravel crunched under her feet as she walked down the rows and ducked under a particularly vivacious bush growing spicy peppers. Another gardener was humming an aimless tune from several aisles away and the melody got Zelda whistling along gently.

She came to a stop at her two raised beds strung together with a fine netting material. Her samples of safflina were happily growing in one box where she planned to attempt crossbreeding them to produce a new variation of the plant. The second box was divided in two with sunshrooms taking the northern half and swift violets filling the southern. Zelda slipped on her worn pair of gloves and knelt at her experimental box. She gently picked all the little weeds that had grown since she last tended the garden and swayed in time to her little whistle. It was a beautiful day. She pulled out a small paintbrush and gently began hand-pollinating her safflinas. She kept her journal close and marked down the number of flowers painted with pollen on each plant. With any luck she would get a hybrid variant that could produce elixirs with dual properties. Thus far it has been considered impossible, but no one had tried to cross breed the ingredients. However, it was also possible that she would emerge with an entirely different effect. Pioneering a brand new elixir type would certainly ease the sting of failure on the dual property front.

After the pollination was complete, Zelda turned to her mushrooms. They were thriving happily in their thick compost bed. A stray weed or two were quickly pulled. Soon she would be travelling to the Spring of Power and wading into the frozen waters for a chance at her birthright. She had planted the sunshrooms for these trips and with a sad change to her whistle she pulled two from the rich soil and packed them away for later. It seemed unlikely that she would be successful at the spring, but at least she wouldn't freeze. Her knight had been quite cross (for him) when she had caught cold during their last trip to the spring. She was out of sync now with the happy meandering sound emanating from beyond her little plots, but she couldn't bring herself to match the happy sound.

Last she turned to the violets. There was no purpose to these. She had no need for an elixir to increase her speed. Even under the influence of such a drug she was unlikely to outpace much of anything. Most lizalfos were fast enough to kill her before she even knew to run and the Yiga could teleport. Even her own appointed knight was fast enough that she wouldn't be able to outrun him. Really, Zelda didn't know why she didn't just visit the official royal gardens to see pretty flowers. Professional gardeners took the time to grow violets that were nearly twice the size of her little plant and sculpted to a shape pleasing to the eye. There was something charming about the lopsided way her flowers decided to grow though. They leaned away from the small overhang strung over the mushrooms and only bloomed at the top third where the most light was available. Her mother used to love misshapen flowers. When Zelda was very, very small they used to sneak into the gardener's shed and steal away plants that had been discarded from the main gardens. They would put them in pots and nurse them back to health as best they could from the little balcony off of Zelda's bedroom. The Queen would say that the flowers just needed someone to love them. After she died, Zelda had all the pots removed and set up a prayer mat in their place.

Now, her flowers weren't so illicit and they had never stolen violets so it wasn't the same, but a melancholy tune drifted out of her anyway. Sitting in the fragrance of the violets felt the same as when she and her mother would sit and inspect their contraband in the warm evening summers of her childhood. With a sigh, she made her way over to the water pump with a big watering can and let out an internal sigh when she realized that the happy humming gardener had stopped humming. No doubt she had driven it away with her melancholic response. She plunked her can down at the pump and worked the heavy handle until water was easily flowing into her container and it was as full as she was able to carry.

Zelda straightened from the pump at the sound of footfalls making their way closer and closer. She put on her best Princess-Meeting-Peasant face for the humming gardener.

"Link?!" Zelda said incredulously, "What are you doing here?"

He gave her a wide-eyed look then looked down at himself and back up to her. He was in ragged brown breeches with the start of holes forming around the knees and a threadbare linen shirt that was untied at the top. He looked like nothing so much as a poor farmer. He even had the broad hat that was ubiquitous in the Hyrule Fields. Nothing about him looked like the straight-laced soldier she was familiar with or even like the relaxed Royal Champion he pretended to be for the crowds. He was uniquely bland in these comfortable, worn clothes and intricate, but common woven basket full of vegetables and herbs draped over his arm.

"Harvesting, Your Highness," He said. Link was kind enough not to add "obviously" to his response. He glanced down at her watering can on the ground and stepped close to her. He offered his basket and lifted the watering can easily with his other arm in one fluid motion. The basket was lightweight and had a very comfortable handle which had been worn flat and smooth from long-use. Link must have been gardening here long before he became her knight.

"Which way, Princess?"

She gave him an uncertain smile, but nevertheless led the way back to her little sanctuary. He bore the water to the entry and stepped back out after relieving her of her burden. He stood awkwardly for several moments, observing her careful watering of the recently pollenated safflinas, delicate touch on the life-saving mushrooms, and comparatively haphazard handling of the violets.

"Violets are my favorite," Link said, breaking their silence. "I'm surprised to see you growing them."

"I like them too," Zelda said simply, "They're pretty. Do you keep them as well?"

"Not here, but my mother grows them at my home in Hateno. She has flowers in as many colors as she can get. It's always beautiful. I just grow food." He gestured to the basket on his arm.

"Not enough food in Castle Town for your appetite?" Zelda let a teasing note color her tone and Link blushed scarlet in response.

"Never."

Link smiled a real smile at her. "Why violets instead of silent princesses? They're your favorites aren't they?"

Zelda shook her head, "They're difficult to grow. I just wanted something to enjoy," She paused and cast about for something to prolong the conversation, "Looks like you're preparing for a meal. Got someone special you're cooking for, or are you hoping for a good meal before our next journey forces us back on rations and forage?"

For some reason the question caused him to turn a deeper shade of red than her teasing really called for.

"No, nobody special - I mean, she's special, but it's not - I mean, yes I'm cooking for someone but we're not - I'm not, you know, special to her..." He petered off into an embarrassed sigh and ducked his head into his habitual uncomfortable neck scratch. Zelda gave him a strained smile to let him know that she wasn't going to tease him any further.

"No doubt you will charm your way into your special lady's heart in no time. I have yet to find a woman in Castle Town that isn't at least half in love with you. Once you round out your prospects with a homecooked meal I doubt she will be able to resist. Very few men can boast protection, charm, and domestic skills." Zelda tried to keep the envy out of her tone. She would give anything to have a suitor as accomplished as Link vying for her favor.

"That's kind of you to say," Link said in a self-deprecating tone, "But I'm afraid she wouldn't look twice at me. And even if she did, she's discovered my faults."

"Oh, no," Zelda said with a wicked smile, "You've told her one of your awful puns haven't you!"

"Many."

"For shame, Link! Let me see what you have in that basket. You'll need something special to make up for it!" She leaned forward and dug through the pile of vegetables before finding a few wildberries at the bottom, "Ah, ha! Make the lady a dessert. They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. I can assure you that it works on women too." She gives him a saucy wink that seems to shock him.

He tries for nonchalance, but still only managed a stammered "Yes, Princess." Zelda retrieved her own basket of sunshrooms and hooked her hand into the red-faced Link's arm and nearly dragged him out of the garden and back into the real world. Somehow she was back to whistling the happy tune Link had started.

Saints&Reading: Thu., March 17, 2022

March 17_March 4

THE MONK GERASIMUS OF THE JORDAN (475)

Saint Gerasimus was a native of Lycia (Asia Minor). From his early years he was distinguished for his piety. Having received monastic tonsure, he withdrew into the desert of the Thebaid (in Egypt). Thereafter, in about the year 450, the monk arrived in Palestine and settled at the Jordan, where he founded a monastery.

For a certain while Saint Gerasimus was tempted by the heresy of Eutyches and Dioscorus, which acknowledged only the divine nature in Jesus Christ, but not His human nature (i.e. the Monophysite heresy). Saint Euthymius the Great (January 20) helped him to return to the true Faith.

Saint Gerasimus established a strict monastic Rule. He spent five days of the week in solitude, occupying himself with handicrafts and prayer. On these days the wilderness dwellers did not eat cooked food, nor did they kindle a fire, but ate only dry bread, roots and water.

On Saturday and Sunday all gathered at the monastery for Divine Liturgy and to partake of the Holy Mysteries of Christ. In the afternoon, taking a supply of bread, tubers, water and an armload of date-palm branches for weaving baskets, the desert-dwellers returned to their own cells. Each had only old clothes and a mat, upon which he slept. When they left their cells, the door was never locked, so that anyone could enter and rest, or take whatever he needed.

Saint Gerasimus himself attained a high level of asceticism. During Great Lent he ate nothing until the very day of the All-Radiant Resurrection of Christ, when he received the Holy Mysteries. Going out into the desert for all of Great Lent, Saint Gerasimus took with him his beloved disciple Saint Cyriacus (September 29), whom Saint Euthymius had sent to him.

When Saint Euthymius the Great died, Saint Gerasimus saw how angels carried the soul of the departed up to Heaven. Taking Cyriacus with him, the monk immediately set off to the monastery of Saint Euthymius and consigned his body to the earth.

Saint Gerasimus died peacefully, mourned by his brethren and disciples. Before his death, a lion had aided Saint Gerasimus in his tasks, and upon the death of the Elder it died at his grave and was buried nearby. Therefore the lion is depicted on icons of the saint, at his feet.

THE MONK JAMES THE FASTER OF PHOENICIAE (SYRIA 6 TH.C.)

Saint James the Faster lived a life of asceticism near the Phoenician city of Porphyrion in the sixth century. For fifteen years, he lived in a cave devoting himself to monastic deeds, and he received the gift of wonderworking from the Lord. Under his influence many of the local inhabitants were converted to the Christian Faith.

News of the ascetic spread everywhere, and so went to another place so that he would not fall into temptation. He found a new cave, and lived there for thirty years. The devil set terrible snares for the ascetic. James healed a young girl from demonic possession, but then fell into sin with her. In order to conceal his sin, he killed the girl and threw her into a river.

Distraught over this sin, he repented for what he had done. For a long time he hid himself away in the wilderness, bereft of shelter and peace, tormented by the pricks of conscience, and he was on the point of forsaking the monastic life and returning to the world. But the immeasurable mercy of God, against which the sins of this world cannot prevail, and which desires salvation for all mankind, would not permit the ruin of this monk who had toiled so many years for the Lord.

The Lord thwarted the devil’s intent to destroy the ascetic, and returned him through repentance to the path of salvation. Wandering about the wilderness, James saw a monastery, and entering it, he confessed his sin before the igumen and the brethren. The igumen urged him to remain with them, fearing that he would ultimately fall into despair. But James went off and again he wandered the wilderness for a long time.

Finally the All-Beneficent Providence of God brought him to a certain desert-dweller filled with grace and wisdom. Lifting the burden from him, the desert-dweller suggested that James remain with him. But James would not remain with the Elder, though encouraged and given hope by him, and he secluded himself in a cave and there for ten years offered repentance to God, weeping and wailing, and asking forgiveness for the sin he committed. The Lord heard the prayers of the penitent monk and granted him His mercy. James reacquired his gift of wonderworking. He remained in the cave until the time of his death. He was also buried there.

Source: All texts Orthodox Church in America_ OCA

ISAIAH 6:1-12 

1 In the year that King Uzziah died, I saw the Lord sitting on a throne, high and lifted up, and the train of His robe filled the temple. 2 Above it stood seraphim; each one had six wings: with two he covered his face, with two he covered his feet, and with two he flew. 3 And one cried to another and said: “Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of hosts; The whole earth is full of His glory!” 4 And the posts of the door were shaken by the voice of him who cried out, and the house was filled with smoke. 5 So I said: “Woe is me, for I am undone! Because I am a man of unclean lips, And I dwell in the midst of a people of unclean lips; For my eyes have seen the King, The Lord of hosts.”6 Then one of the seraphim flew to me, having in his hand a live coal which he had taken with the tongs from the altar. 7 And he touched my mouth with it, and said: “Behold, this has touched your lips; Your iniquity is taken away, And your sin purged.” 8 Also I heard the voice of the Lord, saying: “Whom shall I send, And who will go for Us?” Then I said, “Here am I! Send me.” 9 And He said, “Go, and tell this people: ‘Keep on hearing, but do not understand; Keep on seeing, but do not perceive.’ 10 “Make the heart of this people dull, And their ears heavy, And shut their eyes; Lest they see with their eyes, And hear with their ears, And understand with their heart, And return and be healed.” 11 Then I said, “Lord, how long?” And He answered: “Until the cities are laid waste and without inhabitant, The houses are without a man, The land is utterly desolate, 12 The Lord has removed men far away, And the forsaken places are many in the midst of the land.

PROVERBS 6:3-20 

3 So do this, my son, and deliver yourself; For you have come into the hand of your friend: Go and humble yourself; Plead with your friend. 4 Give no sleep to your eyes, Nor slumber to your eyelids. 5 Deliver yourself like a gazelle from the hand of the hunter, And like a bird from the hand of the fowler. 6 Go to the ant, you sluggard! Consider her ways and be wise, 7 Which, having no captain, Overseer or ruler, 8 Provides her supplies in the summer, And gathers her food in the harvest. 9 How long will you slumber, O sluggard? When will you rise from your sleep? 10 A little sleep, a little slumber, A little folding of the hands to sleep— 11 So shall your poverty come on you like a prowler, And your need like an armed man. 12 A worthless person, a wicked man, Walks with a perverse mouth; 13 He winks with his eyes, He shuffles his feet, He points with his fingers; 14 Perversity is in his heart, He devises evil continually, He sows discord. 15 Therefore his calamity shall come suddenly; Suddenly he shall be broken without remedy. 16 These six things the Lord hates, Yes, seven are an abomination to Him: 17 A proud look, A lying tongue, 18 A heart that devises wicked plans, Feet that are swift in running to evil, 19 A false witness who speaks lies, And one who sows discord among brethren. 20 My son, keep your father’s command, And do not forsake the law of your mother.