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lina0711 · 1 year
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emilyckohl · 2 years
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Some of my favorite products currently in my Etsy shop. 🧡
There’s 260 listings at the moment, so I had a hard time narrowing it down.
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hsmagazine254 · 7 days
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Enhancing Your Home: Alternatives to Hanging Photo Frames
Elevate Your Home Decor with Creative Alternatives Decorating your home is not just about aesthetics; it’s also about creating a harmonious environment that reflects your values and beliefs. While hanging photo frames is a common practice, some individuals prefer alternative methods that align with their cultural or religious beliefs. Here are some creative alternatives to hanging photo frames…
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sondesmalek · 3 months
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Adab - manners
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andreannemorin · 8 months
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wherefeelingsland · 9 months
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zaneandnoora · 10 months
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Uplift your Home Decor with Arabic Calligraphy Wall Art
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Arabic calligraphy has been there for centuries. It is a creative and artistic way to give a feel of elegance to any space. Arabic calligraphy wall art is a popular trend in home decor and for good reason. It is as well as visually appealing and also holds a deep spiritual meaning.
 The oldest form of calligraphy
The most popular and old form of Arabic calligraphy art is personalized name signs in hardwood calligraphy. Having your name or your loved one's name carved in beautiful hardwood calligraphy is a special way to show your love to them. It is just a perfect gift for occasions like childbirth, a wedding, or any other special occasion.
 A reminder of Allah's presence
The Arabic calligraphy is not just eye-pleasing but also holds a deep spiritual significance. It is an integral part of Islamic art and is often used to depict verses from the Quran. These verses are not just words but carry deep spiritual meanings and serve as a constant reminder of Allah's presence in our lives.
In the end Personalized name signs in hardwood calligraphy are a unique gift for special occasions. Explore the diverse range of Arabic calligraphy wall art and personalized name signs at Zane and Noora's online store. They offer beautiful and unique pieces that are perfect for any home and budget. Bring elegance and spirituality to your home Visit Zane and Noora today!
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unibhai · 11 months
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Islamic Calligraphy Wall Art Uae
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sezan · 2 years
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4 PCS Minimal Modern Floral Islamic wall art print. Red Orange Green Pastel White Islamic poster wall decor
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islamicwallartus · 2 years
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Ayatul Kursi, Islamic Wall Art, Islamic Home Gift, Arabic Wall Art, Islamic Decor, Muslim Wall Art, Muslim Home Decor, Ramadan Gift
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blueiskewl · 14 days
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‘Rare’ 400-Year-Old Tomb Found in China
For centuries, the pale blue doors of an imposing stone tomb remained largely shut. When archaeologists in China finally walked in, they found themselves surrounded by a “rare” and elaborate interior.
Archaeologists excavated the ancient stone tomb in Xinfu District ahead of highway construction, Shanxi Provincial Institute of Archaeology said in a March 6 news release shared via a post on Weibo.
The tomb was about 400 years old, dating to the Ming dynasty, and well-preserved, archaeologists said. The roughly 83-foot-long grave was made up of a sloping passageway, main burial chamber and smaller back chamber.
The 400-year-old tomb was sealed with a stone gatehouse and set of double doors, a photo shows.
Inside the main burial chamber, archaeologists found two wooden coffins. The painted coffins were decorated with gold diamonds, leaves, flowers and other designs. Several pottery jars containing grain, oil or other liquids were also found in the room.
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The final back chamber held several pieces of wooden furniture including altars, tables and chairs, the institute said. Most of the furniture was collapsed and broken, photos show.
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Archaeologists also found “writing tools such as inkstones, Chinese calligraphy brush pens, and pen holders” in the back chamber, according to an article from the China Daily, a state-controlled news outlet.
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Several inscriptions on the coffins and walls helped researchers identify the deceased as a man who lived between 1533 and 1588, the institute said.
Because of the tomb’s high-quality artifacts and preservation, archaeologists described the grave as “rare” and elaborate.
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Archaeologists have excavated over 60 tombs ahead of the highway construction projects, the institute said.
Xinfu District is in Shanxi Province and about 300 miles southwest of Beijing.
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hsmagazine254 · 2 months
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Enriching Your Home: Incorporating Islamic Art into Your Living Space
Elevating Aesthetics: Infusing Islamic Art into Your Home Décor Creating a home that resonates with cultural richness is a beautiful journey. In this article, we explore the artistry of incorporating Islamic art into your home, adding both aesthetic charm and spiritual significance to your living space. Understanding Islamic Art 1. Calligraphy as a Focal Point Islamic calligraphy is a timeless…
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sondesmalek · 7 months
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Arabic calligraphy on the Mosque wall
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talesofesther · 1 year
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sweet like cinnamon
Jenna Ortega x Reader
Summary: The small coffee shop became Jenna's favorite place in town, more so when she meets someone special there.
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A/N: The classic coffee shop story, we love to see. <3
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When one is working on a movie, spending most of their day in a busy set surrounded by ten things happening all at once; it's inevitable to crave some peace now and then.
Jenna considers herself a little lucky. For the time of the filming, she's settled in a smaller town, and, all on her own, she found a small place to hide away sometimes.
It was the consequence of a wrong turn that brought her to the simple cafe; it was all warm colored, tones of brown and orange, overflowing coziness. Its back wall was brick, with multiple order options written on black boards; there were fairy lights all around, they were the main source of light, giving the place a dimmer look; the seats were 80s styled, insanely comfortable, and all around there were vintage decorations, from vinyls to an old arcade machine; not to mention they served one of the best coffees she's ever had.
Jenna fell in love with the place. It was her little secret spot.
She visits at least twice a week.
Today, she walked in hugging her hoodie closer to herself, feeling the cold air from outside dissipate into warmth and a fresh scent of cinnamon as the glass doors closed behind her. Jenna breathed in the calming atmosphere, smelling something sweet in the air. Maybe she'd have more than just a coffee today.
"Hello, sweetheart," the old lady who usually took the orders greeted Jenna, already used to her weekly visits, "the usual?"
Jenna nodded happily, stuffing her hands in the pockets of her hoodie; "and a piece of whatever this sweet smell comes from."
The lady smiled knowingly, writing down Jenna's order, "that would be my classic apple pie, you'll love it."
"I know I will."
Jenna sat by her usual spot by the window, it was a smaller table with just two seats and gave a view of the whole coffee shop whilst still being reserved enough. The actress slumped on her chair, feeling the weight of the week down on her shoulders — there was no better feeling than putting on her biggest and most comfy hoodie and sweatpants and finally taking a moment for herself away from the commotion; Jenna loves her job, but she's still human. The fairy lights in the ceiling were easy on the eyes, and the low tune of a 70s song was like gentle waves rocking her body. It felt like recharging.
"Jenny!"
The resemblance with her name got Jenna involuntarily looking up, and sure enough, a girl she's never seen before was placing her coffee and pie down on the counter. A rather cute girl, Jenna noticed.
She got up, walking over with a grin teasing at her lips. Her manicured hands closed around the coffee cup, feeling the warmth of it seeping into her skin; "it's Jenna, actually," she grinned, glancing up at the girl who now looked at her with comically large eyes.
"Shit," you mumbled, "that does not look like an 'a'." You gestured to Jenna's name written on the coffee cup.
Jenna turned the cup around, and sure enough, the calligraphy there wasn't the best.
"I'm sorry, I'm new."
Came your voice again and Jenna returned her gaze up, only to catch you pursing your lips, face growing hotter by the second as you shifted on your feet.
Surprisingly, Jenna felt her own cheeks warming up. "That's alright," her glance darted down to the tag in your uniform so she could catch your name, "gives me an excuse to properly introduce myself."
That was the first time Jenna saw you.
Her visits evolved to three times a week.
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The small bell above the door dinged, and you looked up from the cappuccino you were making. It was just a young man looking rather tired. You cursed under your breath for the involuntary expectation.
It's not like you were waiting for her. Or maybe you were. Thing is, she only showed up once this week, and it's already Friday.
And when, for the last two weeks, she's been showing up at least trice without failure, your heart tends to jump to your throat every time you hear the doorbell.
You remember the first order you gave to her, a latte and an apple pie; simple, yet delicious.
She usually asks the same, the coffee at least. You know it by heart.
She was also the prettiest girl you've ever seen; touche, you knew who she was, but you liked to think that her social status didn't influence your relationship — could you call it a relationship? — she certainly doesn't seem to care.
The bell dinged again but you refrained from looking up this time, keeping your eyes on the filled-to-the-brim mug you were carrying to the old lady on the table nearest the door.
"Fancy seeing you here."
You flinched at the sudden sweetness of her voice right beside you, feeling a drop of warm coffee spill on your thumb.
"Christ, Jenna," you mumbled, glancing up at Jenna only to see that dazzling smile of hers being directed at you; her shoulder-length hair half up and half down; cheeks a little pink from the cold outside; black headphones hanging from her neck. She took your breath away so easily these days.
"Missed me?" She teased, getting your stomach all fluttery.
With a chuckle, you indulged her; "you could say that," before turning around to deliver the old lady's order.
Jenna made herself comfortable on her usual table, keeping her gaze aimlessly out the window as she soaked up the cozy atmosphere. The smell of freshly baked goods hang in the air; there was no music playing today, just the sound of the coffee machine and cutlery clinking together.
A mug was suddenly placed in front of her, catching Jenna's attention. A perfectly made latte macchiato. She bit back a smile.
"Can I get you anything else?" You asked, standing beside her with your hands behind your back and the ghost of a smile on your own lips.
"Maybe a bit of your time?" Jenna raised a brow, bringing the mug to her lips and taking a sip, she hummed approvingly at the taste.
Taking a deep breath in, you take a glance behind the counter to where your manager stays. You wonder if you'll get in trouble for getting too cozy with a customer.
Jenna does that sometimes; ask for more of your presence, flirt — at least you think that's what it is. Most of the time, you don't know what to do with yourself when it happens. You don't know what she wants. She has the habit of making your heartbeat skyrocket.
"It's your fault if I get fired," you said as you sat down on the chair in front of her.
And then Jenna scrunched her nose, almost closing her eyes as she said something about five minutes not killing anyone; and your heart just about melted.
"Did you always live here?" Jenna was itching to know more about you.
"Not really, I visited before" you hummed, leaning your arms on the table, "but I've moved here recently, wanted a change of scenery I guess."
You could feel her eyes on you as she twirled her coffee, spoon clinking against the porcelain. "It's a pretty little town," you shrugged.
"It is pretty," Jenna agreed, her eyes not leaving you once.
Conversation flowed quite easily between you both, she felt comfortable around you, something that doesn't happen often. It didn't help with the natural attachment she was already developing for you.
Frost was collecting on the corner of the windows yet Jenna could feel her hands slick with perspiration. Nervousness is creeping up on her more than she thought it would, the words she rehearsed this morning are shuffled in her mind.
Eventually, she cleared her throat, feigning calmness the best she could; "I was thinking, maybe we could go out sometime, explore the town together?" She finally averted her gaze from yours, "I don't have any filming to do this weekend."
You panicked, "Oh, uh-" unable to form a coherent sentence for a second, so you blurted the first thing you thought of; "I'm working this weekend."
It was the wrong thing to say because Jenna deflated a little, she pursed her lips and curled in on her herself; "that's okay, I was- it was," she shook her head, forcing a smile, "it was a stupid idea."
No. You wanted to say. It's not stupid at all. But you didn't have the courage yet, you just mumbled you had to get back to work and left her table.
Jenna watched you leave with her heart in her hands, sure she'd ruined whatever you two were or could be.
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Jenna didn't show up for a week.
It felt like a part of your day was missing.
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It was late at night when Jenna finally managed to walk out of the set — or more so, drag herself out. Her feet were heavy to lift off the floor with each step, her posture not as straight as it usually is.
She didn't register where she was walking until she came face to face with the glass doors of the familiar café; its fairy lights, comfy seats, and general warmth were calling out her name.
Given the time, there were only a few people inside, already finishing their drinks. Jenna spotted you through the window, her breath got a little stuck; you were cleaning the counter, swaying gently from side to side, no doubt following the tune of whatever old song was playing inside.
Jenna pushed open the door. You looked up instantly, almost as if feeling her presence.
She raised her hand in a timid wave, unsure of what to say.
You regarded her for a while and Jenna felt some kind of vulnerable under your eyes, until you simply motioned with your head toward her usual table.
Jenna understood quickly, thankful for the way you read her. She sat down, and not long after, her coffee order was being placed in front of her.
There was no need for her to ask you to stay today, you did so willingly, making yourself comfortable in front of her.
"Hi," you said softly.
Both her hands closed around the warm mug, Jenna blinked slowly, managing a smile; "hi."
"Are you okay?" The look in your eyes didn't mask your worry, her sudden fragility was tugging at your heartstrings.
Jenna nodded slowly, becoming hyper-aware of her hanging eyelids, darker eyes, and tousled hair. "Yeah, just tired."
You smiled something melancholic, "you look the part."
Jenna chuckled humourlessly, brushing away strands of hair that had fallen into her eyes, "I know you're closing soon, I won't stay long."
"I'm the one closing today," you explained quickly, leaning on the table so your hands were just short of brushing Jenna's, "so you can stay as long as you need."
Jenna tapped her mug with her nails, her eyes focused on your hands. She wondered if you could hear her heart and its frantic beating, if you could tell how much she wanted to drown in your warmth.
"Please, your company is my favorite." The tip of your fingers brushed her knuckles and you hoped she understood what you couldn't say.
Jenna took your hand. You felt gratitude, relief, and something else lingering on her touch; unaware that you had become part of Jenna's safe haven.
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The next time Jenna walked into the café, it was because you had asked her to.
She sat down on her table, butterflies going wild on her stomach and her knee bobbing up and down as she waited for you to appear.
You came to her with two to-go coffee cups in hand, a scarf snug around your neck, and a beanie pushing your hair down, with a smile reserved only for her; "I thought we could take a walk around town."
Jenna took one of the cups from you, her hand touching yours just a tad too long, and she knew her cheeks were as red as a tomato. She didn't care.
She didn't care, because you intertwined your fingers with hers on the way out. While the coffee kept one hand warm, you kept the other.
Jenna is one of those people who just happen in your life. She shows up on your first day at work and invades your dreams on the same night.
She's the one who makes a walk around town feel like the best date ever.
She's the one who kisses you when you're in the park, with brown leaves beneath your feet and cold wind on your cheeks. Her lips warm and tasting like brown sugar and something spiced, all cinnamon and coffee. 
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Thank you for reading this little story. Feedback and reblogs are literally what keeps me motivated to continue posting here, so I'd appreciate it if you could take some time to reblog and comment if you want. <3
Jenna’s taglist: @milkiane @bookfrog242 @thenextdawn @alexkolax @aahdiieb @mindingmybidness12 @melthedwarf @smugchorizo @the-lazy-turtle
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homunculus-argument · 4 months
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Arabic script is so damn pretty that I'd have it printed on stuff just as a decoration. Like arabic calligraphy is literally an art form, it has intrinsic beauty just by itself even if you have no idea what the writing itself even means. I know this because I can't read it, and don't understand any arabic at all, but you could show me a random newspaper clipping in it and I'd just look at the swirls of the letters like "ooh, pretty."
But since it's also obviously a written language just like any other, one really could have fun with just having random shit written on stuff as a decoration. Have beautiful wall murals that say something but I have no idea what it says. Keeping my coffee grounds in a can with a beautifully scripted print that says "pink marble anal beads" for some reason.
And the reason is that sometimes things make no sense to you because you lack the knowledge you would need to make sense of it. And sometimes shit really is just weird for no reason at all. And 90% of the time, you'll never know which one it was this time.
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nekohooch · 5 months
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I promised I would provide some detail costume breakdown of my Azem summoning circle. It took me about 85 hours total over 19 days. The skirt is overlayed over a red petticoat (because it’s the only one I had long enough) I made the skirt about 7 in longer than floor length for me because I’m wearing platform shoes!
The skirt is two layers of black chiffon. The bottom layer is a normal circle skirt, top layer is a seven panel circle skirt. Figuring out the math for this part was hellacious I do not recommend it. The top was gold lamé with black chiffon overlay. The waistband circles are gold upholstery bolts that I used bolt cutters to remove the stabby bits of and the beams from the waistband are from a fringey door cover that I dissected. I then twisted the beams (fringe) and fastened them to the skirt.
The Ps and the filigree things are from bathroom wall decals that I cut into pieces. Then I added rhinestones, these triangle book decorations, and sequins for the designs and the giant summoning circles.
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The rest of the designs are various additional pieces of fringe, rhinestones, and hand painted designs with gold calligraphy ink. I almost added my statics job symbols into the summoning circles but I didn’t have time.
There’s still more I want to add to this but I’m ecstatic how it turned out and felt like an absolute goddess.
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