"Have you seen al-Lāt and al-'Uzzā and Manāt, the third, the other? These are the high-flying cranes and their intercession is to be hoped for."
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"Have you seen al-Lāt and al-'Uzzā and Manāt, the third, the other? These are the high-flying cranes and their intercession is to be hoped for."
Al-Uzza prayer
Charming and glorious Al-Uzza, your might and beauty shines on all our souls through our human eyes.
Al-Uzza of Nakhla, your heartwarming glory shines like the morning star.
You, who protects us from the malevolent forces, mortal or not, dead or alive. Test your power on the ones who harm us, as they are ignorant of the fact that you, Al-Uzza, are the one who helps us in the roughest times.
Everything is yours, from the deep roots of the trees under the ground to the shiny morning star in the sky.
Lovely sister of Manāt and Allāt, may your strength warm our hearts until the end of time.
Written by me :)
Manāt - Manat - مناة
arabian mythology: al-uzza, manat & a-lat
manat was among mecca's three chief goddesses, alongside her sisters. and among them, she was the original and the oldest. she is considered a goddess of fate, fortune, time, and destiny. a-lat’s role has been debated on, but some conclude that she was a lunar deity. al-uzza was usually called upon for protection.
Relief of the Arabian goddess Al-Lat, Manat and Al-Uzza from Hatra. Iraq
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Reaper
the ghost
it's an odd thing, to feel so far from grounded and yet trapped, tethered, unable to escape. there's more you have to do! so why can't you move? i'm sure you have an answer to that, at the very least in the back of your mind. people love to say that ghosts hold grudges or haunt for revenge but they always get it wrong; you're stuck because something or someone chained you down and left you there. you try and reach out to all those bright people who pass through your life, but it rarely feels like it does much more than knock a cup off the table, blow some papers into the air. i need you to trust me- they see it. they're listening. they'll keep looking for you and, eventually, they'll be able to see you too.
Manat
the one who opened the door
you turn the door handle. you call out, "who's there?" and the crowd has the audacity to groan, to get frustrated with you. as if the gift of hindsight was something you had. how the hell were you supposed to know you were born into a horror movie? no one bothered to tell you. say, if instead this was an action film, or a fantasy, would they still be telling you how silly of a mistake it was to press further on your quest? they would've commended you for your bravery. you thought you were going to be saving a princess in a tower, not getting stabbed in the back by a killer in the shadows. how is that fair? it isn't, and none of that was ever your fault. it is not wrong to believe things are good. your trust, your optimism, it shouldn't ever be mistaken for ignorance or stupidity. we need more people who open doors. how else are any of us gonna move forward?
Nemesis
the werewolf
there's something inside a werewolf that's sharp, thorns and barbs coiling up in tight knots of vine even on their best days. halfway through a conversation, you'll forget your happiness and the pain comes back in a flash. you never meant to, but the sharpness has done harm on your behalf. it's defensive. it's leftover artillery from a battle you spent so long fighting that it still doesn't feel like it's truly over, does it? you want so badly to be soft. to take the hand that you are offered instead of baring your teeth. and it might be hard to believe, but you are soft. you're the softest one out there. it'll just take a while to untangle those vines enough to know that very little is often life-or-death, and not everything touches to hurt.
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Manat, a pre-Islamic Arabian goddess of faith and death. By Grace D. Palmer.