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I said YES to all the questions. Does it means I should be a MUSLIMAH 🧕🏻?

It's true that when I see a Muslim man like them, I wish i was one of these men's obedient wife...

Zamzam's Blessing

With @next-pharaoh

Thomas could not believe he had made it. After toiling through what seemed to be all of Saudi Arabia, he had finally found himself in front of the Zamzam Well. According to the Islamic narratives, the well was a miraculously generated source of water which had opened up thousands of years ago for the son of Ibrahim, Ismaʿil. The legends and lore went on and on, and Thomas could see why. What stood before him was incredible.

Stepping a bit closer to the fount, Thomas could only imagine how silly he must have looked. Some scrawny white tourist, already sunburned after two days barely spent in the desert. Atheist nonetheless; he was certainly not the well’s typical affair. But he had had a passion for worldly monuments ever since he was little, including religiously-affiliated ones. When he had decided to take this journey, he had known it would be difficult, but now Thomas could finally find it worth it.

Smiling, Thomas peered a little farther forward, not noticing his foot catch on the edge of the gate protecting the holy well. With a small yelp, he felt himself lose his footing and tumble directly into the hole. Thomas immediately descended into the hole, each second flying by before splashing into the water. 

Thomas took a quick gulp of air as his panic began to rise. Questions began flying around as if they were bouncing off the well’s walls. How could he have been so careless? Was he going to be able to survive this? Did someone see him fall? Would he be deported? And last but not least: why was he not drowning?

With an awkward blink, Thomas considered that last question again. Timidly, he just barely opened his mouth to relieve some pressure. He was not prepared for his breath to be restored. Hesitantly accepting this realization, Thomas tested a bit more, until eventually he realized he could breathe while underneath the well’s water. It was strange, unsettling, and frankly exhilarating to the non-believer. It was as if he was trapped in a womb.

And like a womb, the water was getting warmer. The panic began to resettle as Thomas realized just how quickly the pool was heating up. The hot water was cooking him, streaming through every hole and crevice it could into his body. Thanks to the smallest amount of light from above, Thomas was able to witness his miraculous transformation.

It started first with Thomas’s skin. The low boil of the water burned him, but instead of leaving reddish scars, it darkened his exterior. Thomas’s skin crisped into a warmer brown, his hair darkened to a rich black, and his facial features subtly shifted to reflect a new masculine, Middle Eastern heritage. As his nose grew wider and eyes inhabited a deep, rich brown, Thomas could not help but emit heartfelt moan underneath the water’s surface.

The masculinization came next, for the well gifted Thomas with the prime body to carry out its will. Broadened shoulders now led to massive arms meant to carry the Qur'an's wisdom. A sturdy chest then traveled down to impenetrable legs to carry the new man across the world to aid in reversion. Larger feet to stomp out the dissension, a virile pouch to spread the Arabian seed. Thomas’s body was built to be an unstoppable Islamic machine.

And finally, his mind would become one with his new mission. In ecstasy, Thomas cried out as his past was rewritten for a new destiny. His old beliefs and ideals dissolved, replaced by a new understanding and acceptance. The atheist wonder that had once fueled his rhetoric was rewritten by Islamic empathy and peace. The passion Thomas once derived from multiculturalism was extinguished, replaced with an appreciation for full reversion.

As his transformation settled in, the well’s water level began to rise. Thomas’s metaphorical womb was ready to give birth to its newest disciple. The warm embrace rushed around him as he was pushed up and up, his magnificent body adapting to the masterful current. As his final change was instituted, the water exalted its creation to the top, leaving the Arab man dry beside the well.

“Ah, I thought I heard the well’s waters again,” a gravelly voice chuckled. “It had been a while since anyone was blessed.”

From the other side of the well stood an old janitor. The rest of the exhibit was empty, suggesting that the historic site had been closed for a while now. The janitor came around the fount and helped the sturdy Arab man up, leading him to a small room off to the side of the exhibit.

“What’s your name, brother?” the janitor asked.

“Tariq,” the Islamic disciple answered with the utmost clarity. “What just happened?"

“The well blessed you” the janitor replied, now searching through a drawer. "I thought it was fairly obvious."

Looking upon himself, Tariq was surprised to have not noticed earlier that he was bare besides a pair of underwear. By its branding, he knew the janitor's words were true.

“You can have these.” The janitor tossed a pearly white thobe to Tariq. “Now go out, you know your mission.”

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

What happened?

The face he gives you when you interrupt him in public.

The Islamification of Europe is in full effect. White men and women all over Europe watching helplessly as waves of Islamic migrants penetrate the border. It secretly turns you on doesn’t it. Just give up. Stop fighting it, it’s inevitable.

Islam will take over the world in 50 years...

All of your grandchildren will be brown and pray to Allah

50 years ago white men were still colonizing and beating migrant men...

Now their grandsons suck migrant cock, welcoming the destruction of the white race!

what could’ve possibly made you leave your family to go travel a third world country?

big Arab cock maybe?

You used to go for medical check-ups regularly... Your wife was dissatisfied with your sexual performance and so your doctor would issue you meds to help combat the erectile dysfunction. You had the same doctor every time, blonde hair blue eyes with a skinny frame. His social skills were poor, unable to hold eye contact for more than 5 seconds at a time. There was something deep within you that left the clinic dissatisfied, not knowing why. Maybe the doctor was experiencing the same problems as you, unable to get his wife pregnant.

However, this time, as you opened the door to the clinic, you weren’t met with the usual scent of lavender, instead a mixture of sweat and pheremones permeated in the air, you wanted to turn around and complain about the clear health violations but something was drawing you in. As you opened the door further you weren't met with the same pair of weak blue eyes but instead a bold pair of piercing brown eyes and the hulking frame of a virile Muslim man.

The doctor told you to ‘sit’ and you did as he commanded. He spoke with a thick Arabian accent and you struggled to make out what he was saying, too focused on the bulge in his pants, but as a westerner it was your duty to obey other cultures. He wore a traditional Islamic thobe that covered his bulging muscles that made your white frame look inferior.

You explained your problems and he stopped you by clapping his hands, you soon discovered that this was a way of silencing you. ‘become woman’ he said, flipping his computer screen around to show a skimpy blonde woman with huge breasts and an augmented ass. ‘live with me’ he said.

This idea excited you, realising that it was hopeless trying to change the future of the white race.