A/N This is a uniquely written story - Please pay attention to the styles in which the writing happens, otherwise you may end up confused....
Bold writing = pov character talking
Italics writing = secondary pov character talking
Regular writing = actions and descriptions
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The streets were filled with panic. Cries and shouts filled the air as the worried citizens fled the scene, leaving only the brave hero, Super-Sheikh, and his trusty sidekick, Modest-Muslimah to-
Uh, what're you doing?
What? I'm introducing us. I'm Super-Sheikh and you're Modest-Muslimah. What's wrong with that?
Trusty sidekick?
Fine, untrustworthy sidekick.
Not funny, Hasan. I'm not your sidekick, I'm your-
Yeah, yeah, Hubaybah, they don't need to hear all that, you'll confuse them. To keep it short guys, we're related...somehow.
Aaaaaaaaaand...?
Ugh. And she's not my sidekick. She's my partner...in crime fighting. You see, we're kind of a superhero duo, The Deen Duo to be specific.
He chose the name.
And it works. Anyways, in this world of evil and corruption, someone's gotta stand up and put the baddies in their place, right? That's where we come in. But we're not just regular superheroes, we're Muslims superheroes. We go above and beyond the call of duty; we don't just fight the bad guys. No, no, that'd be boring and cliché. We enjoin the good and forbid the evil. We strive to make the world a better place, spreading peace and giving dawah in any way we can. This, unfortunately, made way for certain devils among men to start doubling their efforts to corrupt and mislead. Take for example, the very fool we happen to be fighting. Music Man.
Um, you mean I'm fighting; you're just narrating.
Shut up and fight. Anyways, Music-Man. He knows music is haram, he knows it can promote and lead to all kinds of other sins, and still this idiot goes around blaring his loud music to distract the people from their prayers and disturb them when they try to read Quran. In fact, that's kinda why we're here. He's having another "performance" in town, and Hubaybah and I were called in to stop him. So if you'll excuse me, it's time for some action!
I rode down from the sky on my flying carpet (which by the way, is NOT magic...we don't do all that sihr business, no thank you). Flipping off the rug and onto the pavement, I faced the dastardly DJ with a glare. He gave a grin and cranked up the volume on his boom box, blasting loud beats into the air. I quickly pulled my Super Siwak from my thobe pocket and extended it to full fighting size.
I swung down to smash his little music box, but he blocked me with his mic staff. I pulled back the siwak and spun it over, stepping forward to smack some sense into him. He quickly ducked back and came charging forward to swing an attack of his own. I jumped up over his staff and tossed a somersault over his entire body, smacking him in the back as he passed by.
Music-Man crashed into the ground, rolling over in the street. Before I could smash the boom box and end the noise fest, Music-Man leapt up and flung several sharp discs at me. Fortunately for me, Modest-Muslimah came soaring by, tossing out a few of her super sharp ninjabi pins which stuck right through the discs and stabbed into the ground.
Alhamdulillah!
Yarhamukullah!
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Anyways, with Music-Man distracted, I managed to crush yet another of his ridiculous music boxes (this is the third one this year). Sparks flew and the music blurred as I continuously whacked that box like a pinata. Oh, the satisfaction of victory! With no rumbling or maddeningly loud music, the citizens of Al-Madinatul Madinah can go back to their daily routines, and their works of ibadah undisturbed by the distraction of the blaring music.
ModestMuslimah flung her ninjabi pins straight for Music-Man and struck through his tracksuit, pinning him to a wall where the official Haram Police can arrest him.
That's right, Haraam Police. Not haraam police as in they're haraam, but they arrest people who publicly and defiantly do haraam. It's more complicated than I'm willing to delve into, but don't worry - they're not the internet jerks you meet online, who judge or criticize everything you do. They're actually just - wait, I said I wasn't going to go into all that. Back to the story.
