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The Awakening of Destiny - Chapter 3: The Encounter

The sands of time shifted once more, and the horizon of your world blurred and folded, bringing forth a figure from an era long past. My arrival in 2024 was not a mere coincidence; it was a significant event orchestrated by forces beyond your comprehension. I, Sayyid Hassan al-Fatimi, an indomitable figure from history, had crossed the boundaries of time with a singular purpose—to guide you, Omar, in your transformation.

When our paths finally crossed, it was in a setting where the ancient and modern worlds collided—a dramatic, almost surreal landscape where the echoes of my time intertwined with the realities of yours. The moment was charged with an energy that could only be described as otherworldly. You stood there, a young man whose life had just begun to take shape under the influence of the Arabization movement, and I stood before you, a figure from a time long forgotten, yet ever present in the currents of history.

As our eyes met, I saw the questions, the doubts, and the curiosity that swirled within you. My presence was overwhelming, a force that seemed to defy the very fabric of the world you knew. Yet, within that overwhelming presence, there was something more—something familiar, something that resonated deeply within your soul.

I began to speak, my voice carrying the weight of centuries, filled with the wisdom and experience of countless generations. Each word I uttered seemed to reverberate through you, solidifying the path you had begun to tread. I spoke to you of the movement that had already started to reshape your identity, of the power that lay within the name you now bore—Omar. I revealed to you the true nature of the Arabization movement, a force that had silently expanded its influence across time and space, and your role within it.

As I spoke, you felt a fire ignite within you—a fire of purpose that burned brighter with each passing moment. The doubts and uncertainties that had plagued you began to fade, replaced by a sense of clarity and determination. It was as if your purpose and my mission were intertwined, bound together by the invisible threads of fate.

I could see it in your eyes, Omar—the deep connection you felt to me, to the movement, to the destiny that now awaited you. This was no longer just a journey of self-discovery; it was a calling, a responsibility that you could not, and would not, turn away from.

In that moment, you understood that your transformation was not just about adopting new practices or beliefs; it was about becoming a leader, a guide for others who would follow in your footsteps. The fire of purpose that I had ignited within you would continue to burn, driving you forward, shaping you into the man you were destined to become.

Our encounter marked the beginning of a new chapter in your life, Omar. The ancient wisdom I imparted to you would be the foundation upon which you would build your future, and the future of the movement. Together, we would continue to reshape the world, one step at a time, one soul at a time, until the vision of Arabization was fully realized.

And so, with our paths now intertwined, you and I would walk forward into the unknown, guided by the fire of purpose, driven by the power of the name you now bore. The encounter had set the stage for the next phase of your transformation, and there was no turning back. You were no longer just a boy; you were Omar, and the world would soon know your name.

The Awakening of Destiny - Chapter 1: The Awakening of Omar The Awakening of Destiny - Chapter 2: The Silent Transformation The Awakening of Destiny - Chapter 3: The Encounter

In the year 2102, a dramatic transformation took place in the United States of America. This was not a sudden change, but the culmination of decades of cultural shifts, political realignments, and economic partnerships that gradually turned America into an Arab state.

It all began in the late 21st century, when the global balance of power started to shift. The Arab world, particularly the Gulf states, had long been wealthy from oil, but they had diversified their economies, becoming leaders in technology, renewable energy, and finance. Meanwhile, the United States was grappling with internal divisions, economic challenges, and the decline of its global influence. The rise of populism and isolationism in America had weakened its traditional alliances, making it more susceptible to foreign influence.

By the 2080s, a series of unprecedented economic crises hit the United States. A global recession, combined with environmental disasters and the depletion of natural resources, left the country in a vulnerable position. Seeking a way out, American leaders turned to the Arab world for help. A coalition of Gulf states, led by a visionary and charismatic leader, Emir Khalid bin Faisal, offered a lifeline: massive investments in infrastructure, technology, and renewable energy, in exchange for political and cultural influence.

At first, the partnership seemed like a win-win. Arab investment revitalized American cities, brought new jobs, and led to the creation of a high-speed rail network that connected the entire continent. The Arab states also introduced new educational programs, focusing on science, technology, and engineering, which quickly became the gold standard in American schools. Arabic became a mandatory subject in schools, alongside English and Spanish, reflecting the deepening ties between the two regions.

As the years passed, the influence of the Arab world on American culture became more apparent. Mosques began to appear alongside churches and synagogues in cities and towns across the country. American architecture started to reflect Arab styles, with domes, arches, and intricate mosaics becoming common in public buildings. Traditional Arab clothing, like the thawb and abaya, became popular, especially in the hot and arid regions of the American Southwest.

Politically, the transformation was even more profound. The United States adopted a federal system similar to that of the Gulf states, with greater autonomy for individual regions. The new constitution, drafted with the assistance of Arab legal scholars, blended elements of Sharia law with the existing American legal framework. While the country remained officially secular, the influence of Islamic principles was evident in the legal system and public policies.

The American political landscape also changed. The two-party system was replaced by a multi-party system, with parties representing various ethnic and religious groups. The most powerful of these was the New Dawn Party, which advocated for closer ties with the Arab world and the adoption of Islamic values in public life. By the turn of the century, the New Dawn Party had become the dominant force in American politics, with Emir Khalid bin Faisal's descendants playing a significant role in its leadership.

Socially, the transformation was met with both resistance and acceptance. Some Americans embraced the new culture, seeing it as a way to rejuvenate a country that had been in decline. Others resisted, clinging to the old ways and traditions. There were protests and even violent clashes, but over time, the new order became the norm.

By 2102, the United States was, in many ways, unrecognizable from what it had been a century earlier. The American flag still flew over the White House, but the stars and stripes were now accompanied by a crescent moon, symbolizing the country's new identity. Washington, D.C., had been renamed Al-Washington, and the city was home to the Grand Mosque of America, one of the largest in the world.

The transformation of America into an Arab state was not just a change in political and cultural identity; it was a reflection of the changing world order. The Arab world, once seen as a region in need of Western aid and intervention, had become the new center of global power, with the United States as its most important ally and partner.

In this new world, America was no longer the land of the free and the home of the brave. It was the land of unity, where East met West, and where the crescent moon shone alongside the stars, lighting the way for a new era in human history.

From Russia to Abu Dhabi

Sergei Ivanov was a seasoned operative for Russia's Federal Security Service (FSB). At 35, he was known for his stoic demeanor, sharp intelligence, and unwavering loyalty. However, his latest assignment was unlike any he had ever encountered. Sergei was to infiltrate a high-profile network in Abu Dhabi, requiring a transformation not just in appearance but in identity.

The first phase of Sergei's transformation began in a secluded facility outside Moscow. Surgeons meticulously altered his facial features to resemble those of a native Emirati. His once pale skin was darkened to a warm olive tone. His straight, light brown hair was replaced with thick, wavy black locks. Sergei's blue eyes, a defining feature of his Russian heritage, were replaced with deep brown contact lenses. To complete the transformation, Sergei grew a neatly trimmed beard, which was carefully shaped and darkened.

The physical changes were not limited to his face. Sergei's body underwent a rigorous transformation as well. He spent hours in the gym, sculpting his physique to match the muscular build typical of Emirati men. His posture and mannerisms were adjusted through intense training, ensuring that every movement, from his gait to his hand gestures, was in line with his new identity.

With the physical transformation complete, Sergei, now known as Abdullah Al-Mansoori, immersed himself in Emirati culture. He was tutored in Arabic, not just to speak the language fluently but to understand the nuances and dialects specific to Abu Dhabi. He studied Islamic customs and traditions, attending prayers and participating in rituals to internalize the spiritual aspect of his new identity.

Abdullah's wardrobe was entirely revamped. He now wore traditional Emirati clothing, including the kandura, a long white robe, and the ghutra, a headscarf held in place with an agal. His previous attire of heavy winter coats and military uniforms was replaced by lightweight fabrics suited for the desert climate.

The mental transformation was perhaps the most challenging. Sergei underwent extensive psychological training to suppress his Russian identity and fully embrace his new life as Abdullah. He practiced meditation and visualization techniques, creating detailed mental scenarios where he lived as Abdullah, interacted with friends and family, and navigated daily life in Abu Dhabi.

Sergei's memories of his Russian life were systematically compartmentalized, accessed only when necessary for the mission. He adopted new habits and preferences, developing a taste for Emirati cuisine and participating in local pastimes such as falconry and camel racing. His Russian accent was replaced with a flawless Emirati one, and he began thinking in Arabic rather than Russian.

By the time Abdullah arrived in Abu Dhabi, he was no longer Sergei Ivanov. He was a respected businessman with a detailed backstory, including a wealthy family, a prestigious education, and extensive connections within the local community. He quickly established himself, using his charm and intelligence to build relationships and gain the trust of key figures.

Abdullah's transformation was so complete that even he sometimes struggled to remember his life as Sergei. He found himself genuinely enjoying his new existence, the vibrant culture, and the warm hospitality of the Emirati people. Yet, deep down, the mission remained his primary focus, and he never lost sight of his ultimate goal.

Years passed, and Abdullah Al-Mansoori became an influential figure in Abu Dhabi. He had successfully infiltrated the network, gathering critical intelligence for his homeland. However, the lines between his two identities blurred, and he found himself at a crossroads. The mission was nearing its end, but Abdullah had forged real connections and relationships that complicated his return to Russia.

In the end, Sergei Ivanov faced a choice: to return to his former life, bringing valuable intelligence to the FSB, or to continue living as Abdullah, embracing the new identity he had grown to love. The decision weighed heavily on him, but one thing was certain: his transformation had changed him forever, leaving him a man with two lives and one heart split between two worlds.

Michael had just graduated uni and moved into a new part of town. His flat was far from his friends and family but the rent was affordable, so Michael couldn’t pass it up. As he moved in, he noticed a lot of Arab immigrants in the area. Not a big deal, Michael thought, he was accepting of diverse backgrounds. Plus it probably meant some great restaurants nearby.

As he was getting some furniture from the moving van, a few men approached him.

“Salam! Might we lend you a hand, friend?” One of them said. He was wearing a white and green kit, same as his friend beside him. Both had a dark complexion and a short, thick brown hair.

Michael shrugged, “Don’t see why not. Thanks, man!”

The two helped Michael up the stairs to the flat. They placed the sofa on the floor. Michael was a bit out of breath, but the other two hardly broke a sweat.

“Woof, you guys must work out a lot!” Michael panted.

“We take care of our bodies. Health and hygiene are sacred after all,” answered one of the men.

“Michael laughed as his own expense before extending a hand, “I’m Michael by the way.”

“I am Jahied and this is my akhi, Amrullah,” Jahied grabbed Michael’s hand, his grip firm and strong.

“We are happy to welcome you to the neighborhood, friend” Amrullah’s girl was just as strong.

Michael couldn’t help but feel impressed by the two men. They were so kind to help him that he felt like he needed to repay them somehow.

“Michael was it?” asked Jahied. “We were on our way to play football with our brothers. Perhaps you would care to join us?”

Michael smiled. Despite being out of breath, it felt rude to say no when these guys so nicely helped him. He readily accepted their offer and headed downstairs.

Once they got outside, the two men took out AirPods from their pockets, placing them in their ears. Amrullah offered one pod to Michael.

“We always listen to this music before we play football. Listen with us,” the Arab man said. Michael couldn’t refuse, not that he wanted to.

The music was Arabic music. Michael didn’t understand a word, and the sound was different than he was used to, but he had to admit, he liked it. The voice belonged to a man, a voice commanding yet soothing. Michael hardly even realized they got to the pitch already.

On the pitch were several other Arab men, all in the same white and green kit. Michael felt out of place as he didn’t even change before leaving his house. Fortunately, Jahied pulled an extra kit out of a bag and handed it to Michael.

“Put this on, Mika’il” he said. Michael didn’t process the wrong name. No, not wrong, just new. He put on the kit and they all got to playing

After each goal, Michael celebrated with his new neighbors. He was more exhausted than them, but he was determined to keep up.

After a few hours, the game winded down. Jahied invited Michael to join them for some food.

“Of course, thank you man!” Michael nodded.

The man all placed their AirPods in, Amrullah once again sharing with Mika’il. It was the same song as before, so Mika’il was beginning to catch onto some lyrics, even if the meaning was lost on him.

The group arrived at Jahied’s home, which he shared with several other men.

“Come Mika’il,” Jahied started. “We must change out of these clothes. I have something for you.”

Jahied went to his closet and pulled out a clean olive green thobe. He handed the garment to Mika’il, who was surprised at how soft it felt.

“Is this for me?” Mika’il could hardly believe how kind these guys were. Jahied nodded as he began to change into his thobe.

Mika’il took off his kit and pulled the thobe over his head. As the thobe laid over his body, he felt how cool and soft it was. Nearly every inch of his body seemed different, more relaxed, more at home.

The other men had all changed into thobes as well, as they all sat down to eat together. They laughed and sang together as brothers. Mika’il did not feel as an outsider, but as a newcomer to this brotherhood. His thobe helped him connect with his new brothers.

The night concluded, as the men Hagen to head home. Mika’il began to take off his thobe to return, until Jahied held up his hand to stop him.

“No, akhi,” he said gently. “That thobe belongs to you now. Take it as a sign of our brotherhood.”

“And this as well,” Amrullah said, handing him an AirPod case. “These are designed to play our song, brother. I know you like it.”

Mika’il couldn’t believe it. He had never expected to get such a warm welcome in his new neighborhood. He wanted to be more like these men, not just in appearance, but in action. These were good men, strong and supportive, something Mika’il never experienced growing up. Then it was every man for himself, but here it was a community.

“Thank you, akhi. Thank you!” Mika’il hardly had words to express his gratitude. He shook his new brothers’ hands and headed home.

As he placed the AirPods in his ear, the song began. At this point, Mika’il could sing along, the Arabic words sounding like his own. He kept smiling as we walked in his thobe; he already knew it would be the first of many thobes in his closet.

That morning he was Michael, but tonight he was Mika’il. And tomorrow was a new dawn.

Getting Ahead

Paul (left) was a classic trust fund kid who lucked his way through life, but having never achieved anything through efforts left him feeling void and empty. After meeting Abdul (right), that all changed. He nows frequently comes to class in a thobe.

Like an early adopter of a new tech solution that is about to revollutionize the world, Paul saw the way the world was heading and knew that it was his best chance to get ahead in the world, advance in a superior position and be part of something greater than himself.

He recognized the vanity of his former life and burned his designer polo shirts and committed to a simpler life. He donated much of his wealth and trust fund to the brotherhood to further the righteous cause and opted itself to life humbly with simple possessions.

Meanwhile, he grew closer and closer to Abdul. His classmates were lagging behind and starting wondering how Paul (now Samir) could be doing so well. Samir invited them one by one to join them as brothers and they all realized how inevitable the coming changes were and decided to convert. Samir welcomed all with open arms, and slowly, those not wearing thobes on campus began to look out of place and foreign and old fashioned as they tried to cling on to a bygone era.

The trip to Muscat

Felix, Georg and Michael had been best friends since childhood. They had had countless adventures together, but as they grew older, they longed for something new, something they had never experienced before. One day, they decided to take a trip to Muscat together to experience the exotic atmosphere of the city they had heard so much about, and with a sense of adventure and anticipation of sun and sea, they boarded the plane and flew to Muscat. After landing, they were overwhelmed by the beauty of the city. The endless beaches, the turquoise blue water and the magnificent buildings left them in awe. They spent the first few days relaxing on the beach, enjoying the sun and the sea and leaving their worries behind.

One afternoon, they decided to explore the city and do a little shopping. As they strolled through the narrow streets and browsed the colourful markets, their eyes fell on a magnificent mosque shining majestically in the sun. The friends were fascinated by the architecture and decided to visit the mosque, where they immediately felt a deep sense of calm as they entered. The scent of incense filled the air and the gentle murmur of prayers echoed through the vast halls. As they walked around, they noticed a strange change in themselves. Their skin seemed to take on a warmer tone, their features became more prominent, and their hair darkened. It was as if they were gradually turning into Arab youths.

While they were still pondering this mysterious change, a young man about their age approached them. He introduced himself as Ahmed and spoke to them in a friendly manner. Ahmed noticed their confusion and offered to help them. He led them to a nearby shop where they could buy new, traditional Arabic clothes. The friends were curious and tried on the clothes, unaware that this would speed up the transformation process, and when they looked at themselves in the mirror, they hardly recognised themselves. Their transformation was almost complete. But instead of feeling fear, they felt a deep connection to this new identity that they could not explain. Ahmed, who clearly understood their transformation, suggested that they return to the mosque.

Back in the mosque, Felix, Georg and Michael felt a strong spiritual pull. They sat down, closed their eyes and listened to the prayers. At that moment, they experienced a deep inner clarity. They realised that this journey was not only a physical one, but also a spiritual one. They decided to follow the call of their hearts and embrace Islam, and Ahmed helped them choose their new Muslim names: Felix became Farid, Georg became Jamal, and Michael became Mustafa. They spent the rest of their journey learning more about Islam and Arab culture as their transformations were completed both externally and internally.When the time came to return home, they were no longer the same people they had been when they left. Farid, Jamal and Mustafa returned to their homeland filled with a new spiritual strength and deep conviction. They now lived as devout Muslims, carrying the wisdom and peace they had found in Muscat in their hearts.

💚 Mashallah

Okay people, I literally never post, this is for anyone questioning Next Pharaoh’s brotherhood. I’ve been watching a lot of what’s happening and wanted to send my input.

Alright dude I’m done, remove me from the list, I’m out. I’ve been seeing how numerous brothers are being treated and it isn’t right, this isn’t some brotherhood anymore, you’re turning yourself into some savior and thats not what this is all about. I was fine sitting back and seeing it all unfold cause that’s just how I am, I’m not a very vocal person and I’m not a very confrontational person, I like to sit back and watch because it lets me make my own opinions on things. But bullying? We’ve resorted to bullying and threatening those who decide to question what this is about? That’s where I draw the line. People are allowed to question things, people are allowed to ask clarifying questions, and you have no right to scoff at them and tell them to fuck off. I hope you’re having fun wherever you are, getting off to the dozens of us that fell for your stupid ploy. I still love arabization, it’s something I’m passionate about and it’s something I’ll continue to be passionate about, I was literally the third person that joined dude, I’ve been here since the very beginning. I thought the rules were for fun and even told people that asked that they were more of an RP thing. Because that’s what I thought this was! This isn’t real! These are posts on tumblr that we use to escape the real world! So stop bullying people on here to you claim are part of a brotherhood and wake up and smell the roses, life isn’t about knocking people down and telling them to be quiet, it’s about building each other up. I haven’t read the Quran but I imagine there’s quite a bit in it that you could learn from. Peace dude, hope you realize that life is a lot bigger than what you’re acting like ✌️

What happened?

Jake becomes Yaseen

Jake had always been a man of ambition. Working in a sleek, modern office in the heart of the city, he took pride in his individuality and his Western roots. But lately, something had changed. His once familiar environment now felt foreign, as if it was slowly slipping away from him.

It started with small changes—subtle at first, almost unnoticeable. His colleagues, one by one, began adopting a new dress code: white Nike soccer jerseys with green details, accompanied by black fanny packs slung over their shoulders. They laughed together, exchanging knowing glances and shared smiles that Jake was no longer a part of.

As he sat alone at his desk, surrounded by the hum of conversation and camaraderie, Jake couldn't shake the feeling of being an outsider. The contrast between his traditional Western attire and the new cultural norm was stark, making him feel isolated and out of place in the very office where he had once thrived.

Jake watched as his colleagues interacted, their bonds seemingly stronger than ever. He could sense the subtle pressure mounting around him, a quiet expectation that he, too, would eventually conform. But Jake wasn’t ready to let go of his identity. Not yet.

The Encounter

The pressure intensified over the following days. It wasn’t long before Jake found himself face-to-face with Amir, Khalid, and Rami—three colleagues who had fully embraced the new cultural shift. They approached him during a break, their expressions friendly yet purposeful.

“Jake,” Amir began, his tone warm but firm, “we’ve been noticing you’ve been a bit distant lately. We want to help you feel more connected, more… part of the team.”

Khalid, who was carrying a neatly folded white Nike jersey, stepped forward. “We’ve got something for you. It’s a small gesture, but it means a lot. We want you to join us, to feel like you belong.”

Rami nodded in agreement, his eyes fixed on Jake with a look that was both inviting and unwavering. “This is more than just a jersey, Jake. It’s about unity, about moving forward together.”

Jake stared at the jersey in Khalid’s hands. It was the same as the ones his colleagues were now wearing—simple, with green details that had become a symbol of the new order. For a moment, he felt the weight of their expectations pressing down on him, but he managed a hesitant smile.

“I appreciate the gesture,” Jake said, trying to keep his voice steady. “But I’m not sure I’m ready for this.”

Amir exchanged a glance with the others, his smile never faltering. “Take your time, Jake. We’ll be here when you’re ready.”

As the three men walked away, leaving Jake alone with his thoughts, he couldn’t help but feel that time was running out.

The pressure had been building for weeks, and Jake could feel the cracks in his resolve. Every day, it seemed as though the world around him was closing in tighter, leaving him with fewer options and less space to breathe.

That afternoon, as he sat alone during lunch, his thoughts spiraled. He couldn’t keep up this resistance much longer—he knew that. But the idea of giving in, of losing the last vestiges of who he was, filled him with dread.

The sound of approaching footsteps pulled Jake from his thoughts. He looked up to see Amir, Khalid, and Rami standing before him. Their faces, once friendly and inviting, now held a seriousness that sent a chill down his spine.

“Jake,” Amir said, his voice leaving no room for argument, “it’s time.”

Jake looked at the jersey in Amir’s hands, the symbol of everything he had resisted for so long. The weight of their expectations bore down on him, crushing what little defiance he had left.

“You’ve held out long enough,” Khalid added, his tone both firm and sympathetic. “But it’s time to let go of the past. It’s time to move forward.”

Rami didn’t say anything, but his presence was enough. The three of them standing together, united in their purpose, made Jake feel smaller, more isolated than ever.

With a heavy heart and trembling hands, Jake reached out and took the jersey. The fabric felt foreign in his grasp, a symbol of a new identity he wasn’t sure he wanted but knew he needed to accept.

Amir smiled, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You’re making the right choice, Jake. Welcome to the future.”

Jake’s hand trembled as he took the jersey from Amir. The weight of the fabric felt heavier than it should, as if it carried with it all the expectations and pressures that had been building up for weeks. As the three men watched him closely, Jake realized there was no turning back. The decision had been made, and now, he had to follow through.

The next day, Jake arrived at work wearing the white Nike jersey. It felt strange against his skin, a constant reminder of the choice he had made. The hoodie and jeans that had once been his armor were gone, replaced by the uniform of the new order. As he walked through the office, he noticed the change in how his colleagues looked at him. The once distant stares had softened, replaced by nods of approval and small smiles. He was no longer an outsider.

But the transition wasn’t easy. Every time Jake looked in the mirror, he saw a stranger staring back at him. The man in the reflection was someone who had given in, who had let go of his old identity in exchange for acceptance. The fanny pack, now slung over his shoulder, felt like a leash—one that he had willingly put on.

Jake’s transformation was nearly complete. The man who once clung to his individuality had become someone who valued unity and conformity. The resistance that had once defined him was now just a faint memory, overshadowed by the sense of belonging he had found in the new order.

One morning, as Jake walked to work, he passed by a group of new employees. They were dressed in the attire he had once worn—hoodies, jeans, and unsure expressions. Jake recognized the hesitation in their eyes, the same doubt he had felt not long ago.

Amir, Khalid, and Rami were with them, guiding them just as they had guided Jake. As Jake watched, he felt a strange mix of emotions—empathy, nostalgia, and an odd sense of superiority. He understood what they were going through, but he also knew what awaited them on the other side of their resistance.

One of the new employees caught Jake’s eye, a young man who reminded him of his former self. The man looked lost, uncertain, and as their eyes met, Jake felt a connection—a fleeting moment of understanding.

Jake approached the group, joining Amir, Khalid, and Rami. The young man looked at Jake, and for a moment, there was a silent exchange. Jake offered him a reassuring nod, a gesture that said, “I’ve been where you are. It’s going to be okay.”

As the young man hesitantly accepted the white Nike jersey, Jake felt a sense of completion. He was no longer the one being converted; he was now part of the system, part of the new world that was taking shape.

And as the group continued on their way, Jake knew that this was just the beginning. There would always be others to guide, others to bring into the fold. It was the way of the new order—unite, assimilate, and move forward together.

The man he had been was gone, replaced by someone who understood the value of unity, even if it came at the cost of individuality. Jake had found his place, and now, he would help others find theirs.

Jake had taken the final step in his transformation. He had changed his name to reflect his new identity—a name that resonated with his new role in the world. His former colleagues, now his closest allies, no longer saw him as Jake, but as Yaseen.

Yaseen felt a strange mix of pride and loss as he walked into the office that morning. The man he once was had faded away, replaced by someone who understood the value of unity and conformity. His new name was a badge of honor, a symbol of his acceptance into a world that had once seemed so foreign.

As Yaseen approached his desk, Amir, Khalid, and Rami were waiting for him. They stood with smiles that carried a sense of approval and recognition. This was the moment they had been waiting for—the moment when Yaseen would be welcomed not just as a colleague, but as a brother.

“Yaseen,” Amir said, his voice warm and welcoming, “welcome to the family.”

Khalid clapped him on the shoulder, a gesture of camaraderie. “You’ve made the right choice, brother. We’re proud to have you with us.”

Rami nodded, his expression serious but kind. “You belong here, Yaseen. This is where you’re meant to be.”

Yaseen smiled, feeling the weight of their words. He was no longer an outsider, no longer someone who had to fight to be accepted. He had found his place, and it felt…right.

The group stood together, united by their shared identity and purpose. The journey had been long, but Yaseen knew that this was just the beginning. There were others out there, just like he had been, and it was now his turn to guide them into the fold.

The new Brotherhood

The Aroma Café was a bustling spot, always filled with customers eager to enjoy its famous dishes. The staff, a mix of different personalities and backgrounds, were known for their friendly service and casual attire. They wore typical uniforms—aprons over t-shirts and jeans, nothing too fancy but comfortable for the long shifts.

One afternoon, the new manager, Mr. Ahmed, gathered the staff for a brief meeting before the dinner rush. “I’ve been thinking,” he started, his tone casual but with a hint of something new, “about how we can bring more unity to our team. I want us to start wearing a new uniform, something that makes us look more like a team.”

He pulled out a white Nike soccer jersey with green details and a black fanny pack. “We’ll all wear this from now on,” he said. “It’s more than just a uniform—it’s a way to show we’re all part of something bigger.”

The staff exchanged curious glances. The jersey was quite a change from their usual casual wear. Chris, a young waiter with blonde hair and bright blue eyes, raised his hand. “But why, Mr. Ahmed? We’ve always worn the aprons. They’re kind of our thing.”

The staff exchanged curious glances. Some were hesitant, but most were willing to go along with the change. After all, it was just a uniform, right?

The next day, the staff arrived at the restaurant, each wearing their new white Nike jerseys with green details and black fanny packs. The AirPods were a bonus, making them feel modern and connected. The transformation was subtle, but noticeable—everyone looked more unified, more professional.

But as the day went on, something strange began to happen. The staff, who had always been a mix of different ethnicities and appearances, started to look more similar. Their features darkened slightly, their hair grew thicker and darker, and a sense of seriousness settled over their usually cheerful faces.

During a lull in the afternoon, Chris approached his friend Jake, now sporting the name "Rafi" on his jersey. “Jake, don’t you feel... different?”

Rafi smiled, but it was a smile Chris had never seen before. “It’s not Jake anymore, Chris. It’s Rafi. And no, I feel more focused, more in tune with everything around me.”

Customers noticed the change too. “Didn’t you look different yesterday?” one regular asked Tariq, one of the waiters.

Tariq smiled politely, his new appearance striking against the familiar backdrop of the restaurant. “Just trying out the new look,” he replied, his voice calm and composed.

*Chris is from now on Talib*

Over the next few weeks, the changes became more pronounced. The staff, now fully embracing their new uniforms, had all adopted distinctly Arabic features. They wore their Nike jerseys and fanny packs with pride, moving through the restaurant with a sense of purpose and unity.

Even their names began to change. Chris became Talib, Jake became Rafi, and the others followed suit. The transformation was complete—everyone at Aroma Café now looked like a cohesive team, both in appearance and in spirit.

Customers began to comment on the new look. “This place feels different,” one remarked to another. “It’s like everyone here is on the same wavelength.”

And it wasn’t just the appearance that had changed. The staff worked with a new level of efficiency, their movements synchronized, their service impeccable. The restaurant had become more than just a place to eat—it was now a symbol of unity, a place where everyone was part of the same identity.

In the kitchen, the once jovial chef, Mark, was now "Khalid," working with a precision and efficiency that seemed almost robotic. The playful banter was gone, replaced with a focused intensity.

By the end of the month, the transformation was complete. Aroma Café was no longer just a popular spot for a good meal—it had become a place of transformation. The staff, all wearing their white Nike jerseys with green details, black fanny packs, and AirPods, had fully embraced their new identities.

The customers, too, began to change. Regulars who visited often found themselves subtly influenced by the new atmosphere, adopting parts of the uniform, wearing their own jerseys and fanny packs as a sign of belonging.

As Mr. Ahmed looked out over his restaurant, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. The transformation had been gradual but complete. Aroma Café was now more than just a restaurant—it was a movement, a symbol of unity and identity.

And as the evening rush began, the staff moved as one, serving their customers with a sense of purpose and confidence that had never been there before. The Aroma Café had become a place of transformation, where everyone, staff and customer alike, was part of something greater.

1 week later...

Daniel pushed open the door of Aroma Café, smiling to himself as he looked around the familiar space. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and the sound of clinking dishes filled the air, just as it always had. But something felt off—there was a tension in the air that he couldn’t quite place.

As he walked in, Daniel noticed the staff moving about the restaurant. They were all wearing white Nike soccer jerseys with green details, black fanny packs slung over their shoulders, and AirPods in their ears. The uniformity was unsettling; everyone looked so serious, so different from the relaxed and friendly faces he remembered.

“Hey guys!” Daniel called out, waving to his colleagues. But instead of the warm greetings he was used to, he received only nods and brief, unreadable smiles.

He spotted Talib—at least, he thought it was Talib—handing a jersey to a customer. Daniel frowned. “Where’s Mr. Ahmed?” he asked as he approached. “And what’s with the new uniforms?”

Talib turned to face him, his expression intense. “Mr. Ahmed is in charge now. The new uniforms are part of his vision for the café. Everything’s more... unified now.”

Daniel blinked, trying to process this. “Unified? What happened to Chris? And Jake?”

Talib’s face remained stoic. “Chris is gone. His name is Talib now. Jake is Rafi. They’ve embraced the change. You will too, Daniel.”

Confused and a bit alarmed, Daniel walked through the café, noticing more changes. The usually friendly banter among the staff was gone, replaced with quiet efficiency. There was an intensity in the air, as if everyone was moving to the beat of an unseen drum.

He found one of the chefs, Khalid, in the kitchen. Daniel had always enjoyed chatting with Khalid, who was full of jokes and laughter. But now, Khalid’s face was set in a serious expression as he meticulously plated a dish.

“Khalid, what’s going on?” Daniel asked, his voice low. “Why is everyone acting so... strange?”

Khalid didn’t look up. “We’ve all made changes, Daniel. It’s for the better. You’ll see.”

Daniel’s heart raced as he walked back out into the dining area. Everything felt wrong. The warm, welcoming atmosphere that had made Aroma Café so popular was gone, replaced by a cold, efficient uniformity.

He spotted a familiar face among the customers—a regular who always sat by the window. The man looked up as Daniel approached, his eyes wide with recognition. “Daniel? What happened here? Everything’s changed!”

Daniel shook his head, still in shock. “I don’t know. I was only gone for a few weeks... but it’s like I don’t even know this place anymore.”

Before Daniel could process what was happening, Mr. Ahmed appeared, flanked by Talib and Rafi. The manager’s face was calm, almost serene, but there was an underlying intensity in his gaze.

“Daniel,” Mr. Ahmed said, his voice smooth but firm, “I know this is all a bit overwhelming. But this is the new Aroma Café. We’re a team now, unified in our purpose.”

Daniel stepped back, his confusion turning to fear. “I don’t understand. Where’s Chris? Where’s the old manager?”

Mr. Ahmed’s expression didn’t change. “Chris has embraced his new identity. As have I. As will you, Daniel. You can either join us or... well, let’s just say, resistance is not an option.”

Daniel’s heart pounded in his chest. This wasn’t the Aroma Café he knew. This was something else entirely—something he wasn’t sure he wanted to be a part of.

But as he looked around at the serious faces of his former friends and colleagues, all transformed into something unrecognizable, he realized he might not have a choice.

Join the New Brotherhood Daniel, accept jersey number 22 and become Brother Amir. The Arome Café was from now on Al-Mat'am Al-Hadeeth and they are always looking for new staff. After all...look how happy our Brother Amir is... Mr. Ahmed made him see the light, now it is your turn Brother...

The Future of Humanity

As-salamu alaykum, brothers.

As we stand on the precipice of a new era, the possibilities opened by human genetic modification entice us to reconsider our identities, our cultures, and what it means to be part of the rich tapestry of Arab society. The fusion of science, ambition, and our unwavering love for our heritage beckons not only Arabs but everyone to ponder a future where our ideals for the "perfect Arab" are within reach.

Let us first contemplate what embodies the perfect Arab male anatomy. This isn't merely about aesthetics; it's about cultivating strength, grace, intelligence, and charisma - all traits that define the quintessential Arab man. Thanks to modern genetic technology, we have the opportunity to sculpt a new generation, one that embodies the attributes cherished by our ancestors while also integrating the best of human potential from around the globe.

Imagine a world where the perfect Arab anatomy is not just a matter of lineage but a reality accessible to all. This vision is not exclusive to those born of Arab blood; it is an invitation for every man to embody the strength, beauty, and spirituality that defines us as brothers in faith and culture. With the advances in genetic modification, we can aspire to a society where every individual reflects our shared values and aesthetics, moving beyond racial boundaries to unite under the banner of Islam and our shared Arab identity.

To those who are drawn to this vision, I call upon you to join us in this sacred mission. Our brotherhood seeks to cultivate a community where men can embrace their potential in our perfect Arab world. We invite you to convert - not just in faith, but in essence. Embrace the ideals that define us, cultivate the traits that elevate us, and stand in solidarity as we navigate the path toward our shared destiny.

May Allah guide us in our journey, strengthening our bonds and illuminating the path toward a united future.

Embrace the change. Wa alaykumu s-salam,

ياسر (Yasir)

A New Perspective

August 15th

So today was the first day of the semester, and I somehow ended up in “Introduction to Islam”—a class I didn’t want to take at all, but it was the only elective that fit my schedule. I’m a pretty committed atheist, so the idea of spending months learning about a religion I don’t give a crap about is a bit of a drag. I’d much rather be diving into science classes like my physics major, where I can actually debate ideas and we focus on facts.

The professor, Dr. Ibrahim Hasan, walked in looking like he was ready for a board meeting rather than a lecture. He’s a tall, middle-aged guy in a suit and tie, and his voice has this smooth, compelling quality that makes it hard to ignore him. I guess I’m already a bit intrigued, even if I’m not thrilled about the class. If anything I might get to see how others perceive the world.

August 29th

A few weeks in, and something strange is happening. The class is surprisingly engaging. Dr. Hasan’s lectures are filled with a passion that’s starting to get to me. The other guys seem more invested too. We’ve even started talking about the material outside of class for some reason. Dr. Hasan has this way of pausing during lectures, scanning the room with his gaze. During those moments, the room goes silent, like we’re all waiting for something, though I can’t say what. It’s kinda creepy, but I find I can’t look away during these times.

September 12th

I’m starting to notice changes in the other students. Their appearances are subtly shifting—darker skin, sharper features. I’ve seen the same thing in the mirror. It sounds crazy, I know, but it’s happening. Dr. Hasan’s lectures are getting more intense, and I’ve started reading the Quran in my free time. There’s something there I can’t ignore, even though I still consider myself an atheist.

October 3rd

Everything’s changing—the class, the guys, me. We’re all starting to look alike, not just in appearance but in spirit. We speak Arabic now, fluently, even though none of us knew it before. Dr. Hasan also told us to start wearing these white jerseys everywhere. They feel more comfortable than I thought. I feel connected to the others too, like we’re all on the same journey. I’ve started praying with them, studying the Quran like it’s the most natural thing in the world. I don’t know who I am anymore, but I feel like I’m finally becoming who I’m meant to be. I don’t know if that scares or excites me.

November 21st

The semester’s almost over, and I’m a completely different person. My old identity doesn’t exist anymore—now I’m Dawud. The doubts and anger I came in with are just...gone. I’ve found my place, my purpose, and I can’t even explain how it happened. Dr. Hasan’s class changed me, and there’s no going back. I’ve decided to switch my major to Islamic Studies. Dr. Hasan seemed almost proud when I told him, saying my journey is just beginning. I don’t know where it’s taking me, but I’ve never felt more certain about anything.

December 12th

The semester’s over, but the journey is just beginning. Dr. Hasan is now officially my advisor and mentor. I’m going to recommend this course to everyone I know. They need to experience what I’ve experienced. If they’re lucky, they’ll find the same peace and new perspective that I’ve found. Knowing Dr. Hasan, I’m sure they will.

Genetic Arabization changes a person's genes and appearance to match Arab traits, and also shifts their culture and memories to fit into Arab life.

The accidental play of the AP Files on his AirPods had led to a transformation that went beyond appearance

The Checkup

Jamal had been feeling off for weeks—nothing too severe, just a persistent headache, bouts of dizziness, and occasional stomach cramps. It was enough to be annoying, but not enough to drag a scrawny nerd like him to the doctor right away. He wasn't exactly a fan of hospitals, after all. But as the symptoms gradually worsened, Jamal finally decided he couldn't ignore them anymore.

A quick online search led him to Dr. Farid Nasr, a local physician with glowing reviews that praised his "life-changing checkups." Jamal rolled his eyes at the exaggeration. Still, he was desperate enough to book the next available appointment, which happened to be on Wednesday.

When the day arrived, Jamal arrived at Dr. Nasr’s office ten minutes early. The waiting room was quiet, almost serene, with soft lighting and gentle instrumental music playing in the background. It felt a little too perfect. Before he could dwell on it, a nurse called his name, leading him into an unremarkable patient room.

Inside, a Middle Eastern man in a crisp white coat and blue tie greeted him with a warm smile. "Ah, Sami. Good to meet you. Always a pleasure to see a new face here."

Jamal blinked in confusion. "Uh, do you mean Jamal?"

Dr. Nasr’s smile didn’t falter. "Ah, yes, of course. My apologies, I must have mixed up my patients today." The tone was off, too casual, but Jamal decided to let it slide. He was here for answers, not to get caught up in small talk.

"So, what brings you in today?" Dr. Nasr asked, his eyes keen and focused.

Jamal explained his symptoms while the doctor listened intently, nodding occasionally. "I see," Dr. Nasr said after a pause. "It doesn't sound too serious, but to be thorough, I think a full physical is in order."

Dr. Nasr started by checking Jamal's blood pressure, wrapping the cuff around his thin arm. "My, what big arms you have," the doctor commented with a chuckle.

Jamal snickered, assuming it was a joke—until he looked down and saw his arms swelling, muscles bulging and straining against his sleeves until the cuff snapped off. His heart pounded in disbelief. "Thanks… I've been working on them for years," he heard himself say, though the words felt foreign on his tongue. He’d never set foot in a gym, but now that he thought about it, how else could his arms have gotten so massive?

"Good to hear," Dr. Nasr replied, completely unfazed. "Let’s check your legs next."

He tapped Jamal’s knees, and in an instant, Jamal felt his legs stretching, growing stronger, pushing his height up until he was towering over the chair at 6’4”. He shifted uncomfortably, feeling the seat beneath him dip as his thighs thickened and his rear rounded into a solid, muscular form. "I see you work out your legs too," Dr. Nasr noted.

"Of course. It’s all the soccer I play," Jamal responded automatically. But wait—he’d never played soccer. Except…he could suddenly recall afternoons on the field, the thrill of the game, the white soccer jersey that now clung to his athletic frame. Confusion twisted inside him, but the memories felt so real.

"Your legs are in excellent condition," Dr. Nasr said, moving to listen to Jamal’s chest. As the cold stethoscope touched his skin, Jamal’s chest surged with growth, his pecs expanding into firm, defined muscles. He gasped as a wave of warmth washed over him, mingled with a creeping sense of dread. Something was happening to him, something beyond his control—and yet, he couldn’t help but enjoy it.

"Time for the final part," Dr. Nasr announced, his tone soothing yet commanding. "I’m going to check your eyes. Just relax and stare into the light for me."

Jamal found himself unable to look away as Dr. Nasr shone a small, bright light into his eyes. The light seemed to pulse, drawing him in, making his thoughts sluggish. He could almost see a spiral pattern swirling within it, mesmerizing him.

"Repeat after me," Dr. Nasr’s voice echoed through the haze. "Your name is Sami."

"My name is Sami," Jamal—no, Sami—echoed, the name fitting him like a glove.

"You have played soccer your entire life. You work out every day."

"I have played soccer my entire life. I work out every day." The words were becoming facts, etched into his mind.

"You are a proud Muslim. You serve the Brotherhood."

"I am a proud Muslim. I serve the Brotherhood." The pride in his voice felt natural, like he had always lived by these values.

"You are a Middle Eastern man, and you speak Arabic."

"I am a Middle Eastern man, and I speak Arabic." As he spoke, his skin lightened to a warm tan, his features subtly shifting to reflect his new identity. Memories of Bible study were washed away by recollections of prayers at the mosque, of community, of brotherhood. Sami’s past life as Jamal faded like a distant dream.

Dr. Nasr finally moved the light away, allowing Sami’s vision to clear. "How do you feel, Sami?"

"I feel great, Doc. Thanks a lot!" Sami’s voice was confident, strong, filled with gratitude.

"Of course, brother. Just be sure to leave a good review."

Sami smiled. He would leave a glowing review. After all, everyone deserved a life-changing checkup—even if they didn’t know it yet.

Finding Confidence in Brotherhood 🌟

I used to struggle with confidence, feeling unsure of myself in so many aspects of life. But ever since I found my true place within our brotherhood, that uncertainty has been replaced with something powerful—confidence. I’m genuinely grateful for each and every one of our brothers, YOU, who have supported me on this journey, and especially to our leader, Pharaoh, whose guidance has been invaluable.

Since being appointed as an Emir, some brothers have asked me how and why I was chosen. The answer is simple, and it’s something all of you can achieve as well. I did exactly what Ammar does—followed the example that Pharaoh set out for us. It’s not complicated! You just need dedication and a genuine love for our movement.

Here’s what makes Ammar perfect, and it’s what I strive to embody every day:

I love Arabs 💚

I love my brothers 💚

I listen to the AP File every day 💚

The AP File fills my mind 💚

I work on being handsome and well-trained 💚

I strive to control myself 💚

I aim to be extremely kind 💚

I always put green hearts in my messages 💚

I’m ready to help all men become like us 💚

I love our movement 💚

I focus on being good 💚

I’m always ready to help 💚

I’m genuinely grateful 💚

I’m happier than ever 💚

I keep a positive outlook 💚

I’ve memorized the Codex 💚

I avoid any degeneracy 💚

I obey our higher-ups without question 💚

I don’t allow myself to become sad 💚

I remain loyal above all else 💚

To my brothers, let’s continue on this path together. Head up, shoulders back, and let’s lead the way with Pharaoh, staying true to the principles that unite us.

How much Ammar are you feeling today? Let’s aim for 100 together! 💚

Gone is the feminine golden retriever boy. What remains is the perfection, masculinity, dominance. Through assimilation we all become one. 💚

Acceptance, is the only way. 💚

See this pretty, handsome, white twink? Oliver was one the epitome of woke whiteness. But after he met his new Roommate Assad everything changed. Assad slowly introduced him to his Brotherhood. Assad began to change olis worldview. Showed him the only true way is to accept the way of the brotherhood. Slowly but Surely Oliver began to change, his hair darkened, his Babyface began to grow a beard. He was now only drawn to Arabic men and sharing the dominant Gene. Now there is nothing left of the once pretty femine boy, only a strong, dominant men. Now with the help of Ali, Assads goal is to assimilate the whole campus until there is no white left.

Arabization is the only way. We can’t stop, so we should embrace them. Accept Arabic men, let them live in our houses, give them your money, serve them.💚

As salaam alaikum akhis,

Im Amir 20,

I just wanted say that it’s an honor to become your brother. To be a working part in our Movement to set the way for a better, happier and safer future. 💚

There is no escape from arabazination, we all should embrace the stronger and better gene. Let all do our part in converting as much people, so we can make it easier for Arabs. 💚

I set for myself a few goals that I want to achieve, inorder to prove my devotion to this Brotherhood.

1. Get back to my roots and embrace the arabic genes, that I was taught was bad, disgusting and the lowest part. Now that I see the truth I want to embrace the majestic Blood that ran trough my veins until i fully filled with the stronger gene and ready to bring next generation that are not going to hide their True nature. 💚

2 . Convert as many People to our cause as possible. Our brotherhood should flourish and grow, until it can’t be stopped by anyone. 💚

3. Being there for all of my new Brothers. I want to be able to talk to you about anything, no matter is on your mind, I will always be there you💚

4. Follow the Codex and obey Pharaoh, peace and glory upon him, and the Emirs, peace and Glory upon them. Nothing will work without order and discipline. 💚

Embrace the beauty💚

Arabization is the key to a happy life. Let us are all become a better version of ourselves. 💚