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Fun fact: writing a novel is easy. Outlining the plot is not.
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My friend: *explaining why Mushoku Tensei is a must watch and the best anime ye ever watched*
Me just waiting for him to stop so that I can recommend my favourite anime about a healer who defeated a demon king.
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"Why don't you believe the media?
You mean the same media that accused my brothers and sisters from Palestine as terrorists while also ignore the fact that they are being geonicide?
Sorry but no.
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The quirk of being a Muslim: you can read Arabic (high chances of not understanding what you are reading because Arabic is hard).
The disadvantages: Most people will think you will blow them up (I'm sorry but that's gay).
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Romance novels?
That's good.
But you know what's even better in my opinion?
An Islamic romance.
Cuddling, kissing, going out on a date or anlate movie night, that's cool.
But in Islam coupling and dating outside marriage is forbidden as it can lead to zina (sexual intercourse outside marriage) and can cause the degradation of morality in society (which can lead to many other problems if not handled correctly).
Therefore in most Islamic romance novels, they are already married or at the very least are already engaged.
They basically skipped the tutorial.
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Me: dude I swear I'm not gay! That is absolutely haram. I'm just neutral, they can do whatever they want as long as they keep in inside their room.
Bro: *opens my tablet and sees all the outlines of my novels*
Bro:* opens all the notes for me OCS.*
Me:....
Bro:....
Me:.... I can explain.
Bro:..... why are half of your OCS described as beautiful and feminine?
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EXTINCTION OF MANKIND.
"For daring to touch my wife, I hereby curse all descendants of man."
"Erectile dysfunctional formation!"
At that moment, throughout the cosmos, all males clenched their legs, realising something.
A certain body parts of theirs feels empty.
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The Ashen Flame
A robe of white, so pure, so bright,
Yet wreathed in flames of ashen light.
With golden eyes, like phoenix fire,
He walks the path of wrath and ire.
Born of dragons, blood runs deep,
A legacy no time can keep.
His beauty shames the elven kind,
A fate long carved, a will refined.
To swordsmen proud, a whispered dread,
For by his hand, their fate is wed.
No blade shall stand, no steel remain,
When vengeance calls in fire and pain.
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Bound Yet Unbound
Two souls entwined in fleeting fire,
A dance of need, not love’s desire.
Hands that linger, lips that taste,
Yet hearts that never dare to chase.
In moonlit nights, their shadows blend,
No vows to break, no hearts to mend.
A game they play, a line they toe,
Not quite lovers, not quite foes.
She scoffs at warmth, he plays the fool,
Yet craves the nights that break her cool.
She calls it nothing, he lets it be,
A bond unspoken—wild and free.
Yet in the hush before the dawn,
A fleeting thought, a feeling born.
Not love, not chains, yet something stays,
A tie uncut in passion’s haze.
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Nature's Forsaken Daughter
Born of stars and dragon’s might,
Yet cast away, denied her light.
A mother’s chains, a father’s sigh,
A child left watching, asking why.
A brother crowned in golden flame,
A name they spoke, a name she claimed.
Yet whispers cold and gazes stern,
Told her she was not their concern.
She chased the stars, she sought the way,
But every step led her astray.
In war they left, in light they shone,
She stood behind, unseen, alone.
Years passed by, her voice grew dim,
Waiting for love that never reached in.
With trembling hands, she wrote her plea,
"I’m sorry—I was never enough to be."
And when at last her breath did cease,
No songs were sung, no wails, no grief.
Yet in the winds, her name still calls,
A shadow lost in hallowed halls.