#naim ismet

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More pinterest bases but it’s only the ismet brothers 🥹 chibi Fakhri was the only thing on my mind for hours look how cute he is LETME SQUEEZE HIM😭😭gollytheyresofockincute

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This is just my general observation of the PHC characters and their dynamics, now, whether or not it's meant to be analyzed this deeply, who knows? I don’t see it as a sin to engage with it this way, especially since it struck something in my mind.

In this post, I’d like to share my thoughts on Naim and Fakhri’s dynamic.

I think one of the most overlooked parts of the story is Fakhri and Naim's emotional arc, like how deeply they missed and needed each other, yet that thread was left completely untouched by the narrative of the series.

Now, I haven't a clue if you guys are into Jungian Philosophy and Tarot card, but I'm here to bring up the cards that represents them both just to explain what I'm seeing better.

This is just the general term and I am not an expert at reading them, but I've had online friends that did this back then, and I've read the information on the Tarot back to back, here and there, bits and pieces, throughout boring years of my life owo, so that makes me a true scholarTM.

For fun, imma use some quotes from Persona 3 on the cards, because it's beautifully descriptive of the symbolism and random tarot card that I like the art with, yeeee.

The bliss makes him vulnerable to the illusions of The Moon. Fears arise, and he follows the dim path in his heart with trepidation...

A Long Shadow Cast

Naim represents The Moon : it's unconscious, full of symbols and hidden desires/truth, reflective, full of contradictions, duality, illusions and fear.

Only with strength can one endure suffering and torment.

Forgiveness Is Divine.

Fakhri Represents The Strength : inner strength, courage, compassion, emotional control and suppression, and the taming of a beast (his anger issues), BUT! - with a facet of the Moon residing within his soul.

They both share the same fear of being judged as weak, and a deep fear of being labeled as 'Pondan' though this is more central to Naim's arc, I’d argue Fakhri experiences it too, albeit more in relation to his father's reputation than his own.

Let's start with Fakhri first (cause he's the mc) :

When Fakhri decided to leave their new home at the age of nine, shards of the Moon were unintentionally left inside him, derelictally simmering. No matter where he turns, the Moon is still there. The constant fights at school, the resentment toward the parts of his father he saw as lembut or pondan, it all reflects back on what he couldn’t face: how much his father reminded him of Naim, and how abandoning Naim fractured something in both of them. Naim, too, is very much like their father - and that’s where their miscommunication begins.

Whether or not we admit it, I personally believe Fakhri harbors a hidden layer of homophobia, or at the very least a deep discomfort with queerness being associated with him. After all, in our society, being labeled that way isn’t exactly something easily accepted. And frankly, we can clearly see he resents that label. Remember what he said to Naim: “Kau nak apa sebenarnya, Kau nak buktikan apa kat semua orang? Yang Kau tu sebenarnya jantan? Diorang mungkin sebenarnya tak tahu Kau ni sebenarnya apa, tapi aku tahu. Kau jangan ingat aku lupa."

Ayam, in all his loud, loving and dramatic glory, is a friend, a brother, and sometimes even a mother to Fakhri, the kind who teaches him things with a side of sarcasm and heart. Speculatively, I see this somewhat as a reflection of the parts of Naim and his father that he remembers dearly.

Despite everything, with his sarcasm, the sharp tongue of wit, the air of the King of Swords, Ayam is where Fakhri finds emotional shelter. He meets the needs Fakhri won’t admit to having. Like a tide pulled by a distant moon, Ayam brings him back to a feeling he’s been aching for, safety, warmth, and something like home.

(Heavy on this moon theme shit people)

Fakhri presents a rather complex emotional contradictions, that is quite sad if you think about it, deep down inside, he craves for attention but not in an overt or performative way but yearning for an emotional presence that feels like home. He's manja at heart, yet he masks it with distance and pride. As the audience, we see this side of him surface only in his interactions with his mother, a figure who quite paradoxically, lacks the gentleness he associated with his father, and perhaps that's what he chases after even without a deeper consciousness of it all.

Idah is also a rather complex character, we do see her being kind and gentle, it's not as if that is completely null to her. She reacts strongly, often disproportionately, to even minor disruptions, always overtaken by emotional outbursts. Even the final episode’s attempt to soften her feels rushed as if patching a broken mirror with tape.

How does one truly search for a place of comfort, when in the end, Fakhri leans toward the person who mirrors him the most, someone just as full of bottled up issues and explosions of anger? Ironically, while seeking familiarity he chooses what’s already fractured.

Fakhri in contrast, resists the kind of gentleness his father embodied. That gentleness, once a source of comfort, now carries a reminder of Naim, the one he left behind. As a result, Fakhri redirects his need for care toward those who align more closely with socially accepted norms of emotional expression, particularly those who fit traditional gender roles. It’s a defense mechanism, allowing him to access comfort without confronting his past. (However unpredictable it is)

In the short term, Fakhri projected his own insecurities about softness, self-identity, and self-hatred onto Naim, who represents the Moon. (Also some parts of Ayam, but you could argue its more or less because Ayam decides to be up on his face about him bullying Naim)

Now it's Naim turn :

The Moon in tarot reflects the desires and expectations of others, always chasing external approval, yet never quite receiving what it truly needs. It embodies a deeply feminine energy: misunderstood, elusive, yet essential to the process of individuation.

Naim desperately longs for love, a real, honest love - and he’s always the one who reaches out first. It’s him who still calls Fakhri Adik. It’s him who tries to play the big brother, gently nagging Fakhri to stay away from Kahar, obeying when told not to tell their mother of Fakhri's enrollment in Kudrat (until Amirr's decides on his thoughts).

He does everything he can to fulfill his role, still hoping it might one day earn him the one thing he's always been denied: the kind of acceptance that doesn’t ask him to seperate himself into pieces, or shifted just to be tolerated. He wants to be loved entirely, which is as he is, not just as how he’s useful to others.

We see what young Fakhri endured, we even catch fragments of his missing years, but Naim’s own childhood struggles remain in the shadows. His pain is subtle, lived out in silence and shaped by the indoctrinated need to please.

He chases love through whatever path he can, even bending himself into whatever shape might earn it, but in the end, he remains a mirror for others fears, disappointment, desires, judgments, and wounds, a patchwork of vessel for everyone else, and never fully his own.

Never an original, only a channel for others light.

This left him struggling with his sense of self. Once again, he finds himself in a paradox, haunted by the reflections of others that he mistaken for his own. He absorbs the experiences and emotions of those around him, constantly mirroring what others feel, yet losing touch with what belongs to him.

Yet beneath it all, he still craves a deeper truth, a structure that makes sense. That’s why he defied Kahar by burning the honey stocks. And that’s why by episode 9, the Moon within him shatters: he realises the beliefs he’s clung to were never truly his, and that he’s been betrayed by the very structure of society. In that moment of absolute rage, it’s not just rebellion he wants anymore, it’s annihilation, even death itself.

Ironically, even as Naim rages at Fakhri for stealing everything, ie the spotlight, the Kapla title, their mother’s love, their father’s attention, he never realises how deeply he exists within Fakhri. That same emotional confusion, that same sense of being lost and directionless, runs through them both.

With Mia, Naim doesn't just feel free, he experiences a different companionship, a rare kind of understanding that was born from a mere meeting behind the cafeteria. Mia immediately sees him for what he is : uncertain, tired and constant searching.

Mia herself isn't free from structure, but she had her own dream path carved into a direction that was hers alone, even if fears hold her back a bit. They are painfully similar to each other. She’s the eldest too, the one who was supposed to know better, carry more, complain less. The one left behind when attention shifted to the younger sibling.

Amirr is kind, warm even, but his gaze of Naim still holds a certain shape. He sees Naim as he wishes he could be : be stronger, be better, be good. Naim, the one whom had always bending to fit others, feels it. Even love can feel like pressure when it comes wrapped in unspoken ideals.

But this is also where Naim is wrong about Amirr. Amirr does love him, fully, in silence, and without condition. The Temperance card, which represents Amirr, reveals this clearly: a symbol of balance, patience, and emotional harmony.

They both entered on each others lives without guidance and there was their bond struck. But in Naim's most depressed state, he lets his anger take over and turned it outward to Amirr even though anyone who crossed his path at that point would have received the brunt of his lashing words.

Amirr in the end, became the brother Naim truly needed, not the others who only burdened him. At least he came to that realization by the final episode. But when it comes to Fakhri and Naim, we're left to wonder what resolution, if any, they ever reached other than the immediate assumptions it was all good cause they nodded at each other 😂.

(My art on the symbolism of their dynamics, Naim doesn't look like Naim at all 😂😂😂🙏😢 super sorry)

It’s a paradox of push and pull between the Ismet Brothers, denial and desire, strength and vulnerability tangled together like moonlight and shadow.

Is this just another post for me to rant about how much they didn't explore the potential drama of Ismet Brothers other than Fakhri angry at Naim, and Naim is bitter at Fakhri and they somehow made it without any deep talking heart to heart scene?

Oh yeeaa

Hope you like my analysis

These two pics really suggest to me that there was originally meant to be a final scene where they have a heart to heart talk, but it was likely cut during the final editing process, which tbh is sad because that would have had a bigger impact than the rushed final episode (PHC deserves 2 or 3 more episodes after 10 honestly)

(This post seriously took me 2 weeks to think of, so sorry for the yapping)

Also if you disagree and stuff, please leave your thoughts down below, I would love to read them.

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fakhri has terrible posture in my head 🥀 (this is so stupid)

i baru je tau yg kkhc AND phc ada kat bilibili 😭 ill watch it esok promise (not really, tengoklah mcm mana i wanna join the kkhc discussion and know more abt kahar so i can do the toxic kaharnaim yaoi properly)

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— nutella *

amirr / naim fic sempena raya ! sebab mabuk lagu meriah lain macam, inilah jadinya 😭

(eng narration, bm dialogue!)

Naim stepped into the apartment he shared with Amirr, expecting to see his dearest boyfriend all dressed up for Raya. They had plans to visit Naim’s parents first, since Amirr’s wouldn’t arrive until late evening.

His steps were calculated and soft, afraid that he’d catch his Amirr focused getting ready. Naim hesitated to open the door, his hand a few inches away from the doorknob before he slowly turned it, the door opening to reveal Amirr only in his inner singlet and pants of his Baju Melayu. “Eh. Tak siap lagi?”

Amirr immediately felt his body tense and warm up once Naim’s soft voice registered in his ears. He shook his head, pressing his lips in a small smile.

“Belum. I…tadi asyik jawab mesej from adik you.” Amirr mumbled his words, his hands brushing through his hair before leaning down to grab his top.

Naim furrowed his brows. “Lah. Asal Fakhri duk mesej you?” Amirr slid into his top, the rich maroon matching with Naim’s dark blue.

“Dia sibuk tanya bila kita nak datang rumah dia.”

Naim looked at Amirr, his eyes exploring and admiring the view presented to him. He loved how cute and handsome Amirr looked, especially in traditional clothes; it really made Amirr’s beauty shine even brighter.

Naim’s lips unconsciously spread into a smile, his eyes sparkling as they met Amirr’s. “Cantik gila you pakai baju. Serious,” he stepped closer to Amirr, his body leaned forward as their noses touched. Amirr melted into Naim’s touch, their bodies pieced together perfectly like puzzle pieces. The heat emanating from Amirr’s golden tan skin and Naim’s gentle breathing made the atmosphere calm, gentle and comfortable.

It felt like an eternity until Naim pulled back, his hand rested on the sides of his boyfriend’s arms. He gave Amirr a soft peck on the nape of his neck before letting go, allowing Amirr to grab his samping and slide it on. While that happened, Naim watched from the other corner of the room, mesmerised by how quickly and neatly he wrapped the fabric around his waist. Holy shit.

Amirr fixed the buttons on his top, before putting on sunscreen. He usually wouldn’t wear makeup, but on this day he did. Even the way he applied the skin tint made Naim go crazy. Amirr went for a simple look—skin tint, a little brush of his brows and lip balm.

Makeup in Amirr’s eyes was literally just skin tint, brow mascara and lip balm. He did have a makeup bag, but that was only on the days he would try out crazy and experimental makeup. But, for events he’d just go for a barely noticeable look. He looked at himself in the mirror, before grabbing his phone and wallet.

“Sayang. Jom, visit Fakhri.” Amirr pulled Naim’s hand, dragging him out of the apartment and down to the car. Naim hopped in the driver’s, and as usual, Amirr was in his designated passenger seat.

Naim’s fingers tapped along to the beat of the CD Amirr put on, as they drove through the streets leading to where Fakhri stayed with Naim’s dad. It didn’t take long until they reached, Fakhri stood in place at an empty parking space; a bright, wide smile formed on his face.

***

Knowing Amirr, he loved everything Nutella, and chocolates in general. He had the entire container of tarts in his hands, while he was watching the classic P. Ramlee movie playing on TV. It was as if his hands were on autopilot; endlessly shoving a tart in his mouth without noticing.

“Sayang, mulut comotlah,” Naim hummed, chuckling as he grabbed tissues from the box opposite them and wiped the hazelnutty mess around Amirr’s cute, thin lips.

Amirr whined, pouting playfully. “Awaaaaak!” His voice took on almost a child-like annoyance, playfully turning his body away from Naim.

“Mirr, Nutella tu all over your face. Nanti semut gigit kang.”

Amirr clicked his tongue, huffing before turning around to face Naim. “Fiiiine.”

The container in Amirr’s hand was nearly empty. There was probably around five pieces of the tarts left, and Naim knew that if Fakhri saw it…a war would erupt. He sighed.

“Dah. Enough tarts for you, ‘kay? Nanti sakit tekak.” Naim took the container away, passing a cup of water to Amirr.

Of course, Mr. Nutella would pout again, sulking. “Alaaaah…” Naim chuckled, ruffling his boyfriend’s hair.

“Kat rumah kan ada banyak kuih inti Nutella I buat. Tarts, tapak kuda, biskut. Tu you tak makan pulak?”

Amirr giggled. “Itulah kuih istimewa. I need to treasure it. Sebab tu I makan sikit-sikit.”

Naim’s heart fluttered as he heard Amirr’s words. The fact that he would always say it; he would eat anything Naim baked sparingly so it showed how much he appreciated the effort and love Naim put in his treats. Amirr’s eyes twinkled in the soft light of the florescent lamp in the living room, the little wrinkles next to his eyes when he smiled drove Naim crazy. Astaga...budak ni. Buat aku naik gila. Nasib sayang.

For a while, during their drive back home, they sat in a calming, comfortable silence. Amirr got to bring home a little container of extra Nutella tarts that Naim's dad hid from Fakhri (thank God) and it simply stayed in his arms, cradled. Amirr seriously treasures anything Nutella like it was a living thing, which to Naim was the most adorable Amirr habit.

Finally homed, changed into their cutesy matching pajamas while watching random Korean variety shows (that Naim swears he definitely didn't save on the computer) and of course Amirr was snacking on Nutella tarts.

Naim didn't have his eyes on the screen, but rather on the sight of his boyfriend eating the tarts next to him. A warmness showered over him, as his heart fluttered and his lips curled into a smile. He leaned to snuggle into the nape of Amirr's neck, taking in his sweet vanilla scent.

"I love you, Amirrtella." Naim muttered, kissing Amirr's skin.

Amirr snorted, before erupting in a laughter so loud he slammed the computer closed. "And I love you too, my sweet Naim."

hope you guys enjoy!!!!!!!!!! can u tell amirr/naim is my favourite </3

hai @adymasaklemak

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Demo concept:-

Set in between the soulmates universe

Amirr woke up feeling a little bit heavier then usual, his mindscape still clinging to the threadbare to dreamland before he finally stretched, content like a cat.

He's been in Kudrat for four years now, so it's muscle memory that launches him into routine; getting up, yawn, pat his brought from him non standardized pillow and marching his ass up to the locker room to get some stuff or in more often than not occurrence, check his face out to ensure that he didn't look butt ugly from sleep less he actually disgust Naim and ruin any chance he has.

Amirr dimly registers how odd the orientation of the room was, considering that he and Naim stayed in the wider room that had less beds because they were prefects who had to get out earlier than others to do spot checks and inspection.

Even more odd that there was no Naim around to greet him, especially with how late it was, as Amirr glanced at the dorm's wall clock.

It wasn't until he caught sight of his arms as he was reaching at the top of the only open locker that Amirr realises what was wrong.

His arms aren't supposed to be that buff.

Was that why he felt heavier? When the hell did he developed all these muscles? And he'd rather be caught dead then wear an ugly dog-shit grey coloured hoodie that looked like it was seconds away from disintegrating into vapour.

And isn't this the Kasturi dorm? He frantically glance all around him, red curtains with matching red bedsheets on ever bed. Amirr was in Tuah's blue house but even more so he stayed in a joint house room with prefects and other student positions, the BADARs and the PRS-es.

It wasn't until he saw his face did Amirr yelp like a girl.

On the mirror's reflection was none other than the homicidal baby brother of his unrequited crush staring right back at him perfectly expression his flabbergasted-ness.

What. The. Fuck

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(bahahhahaha guess who's back~)

I'm so excited to write this new one shot featuring Amirr, once again as the MC of the story, but with Fakhri as his co-protag and a whole lot of Naim and Kahar shenanigans with a spice of typical Malay lore

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i lied. put your clothes back on, we're gonna talk about how naim can be an allegory for a trans man in a heavily transphobic enviroment

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I always imagine how Reza and naim sees their little brothers actually hehe.

With the Abu yamin brothers:

Kahar:I'm not your little bechik anymore. Look at me,I'm 17 years old. Seventeen.

Reza*how he sees kahar*: That's practically an adult. But you still treat me like I'm a little kid.

With the ismet brothers

Fakhri:I'm not your little fakhri anymore. Look at me,I'm 15 years old. Fifteen

Naim*how he sees fakhri*: that's practically an adult. But you still treat me like I'm a little kid.

Here's the original audio that inspired this:https://youtube.com/shorts/XYiz7q6iaC4?si=lQRaRm9o89WC0V5q

In a draft in my gdocs, i actually wrote about their dynamics that I intended to use as author's notes for a future fic. But I'll reply this anyway.

Kahar: Sejuk ahh malam ni

Beja *immediately takes off his jacket and puts it on Kahar*: Nah, Bechik. Amik ni nanti demam.

Fakhri, looking at Naim: Malam ni sejuk ahh.

Naim: Nasib kau ahh sape suruh kulit tu senipis iman kau

I know technically towards the end of PHC, Naim was kinda still soft to Fakhri like how he invited their papa and Fakhri tu come have dinner together, dengan tangan dia in a cast calling out, “Fakhri?”.

But i kind of headcanon that Naim and Fakhri’s brother relationship are more love-hate like typical bickering siblings sebab in the flashback banyak kali Naim macam tegur Fakhri, picit pipi Fakhri and even harshly admonish Fakhri. Their siblingship is kinda naturally love-hate in which they dont hesitate to ejek or pukul e/o.

Beja and Kahar strike me as a more awkwardly soft-like relationship, like beja spoils kahar and sometimes shield Kahar too much while Kahar follows Beja around like a soft puppy,tapi towards the end of KKHC, Kahar’s growth shows and he finally has enough courage to tell Beja what to do, like “Nanti call laa Megat tu, tak elok gaduh” (im paraphrasing btw)...

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very self indulgent and ooc au where the ismet brothers stayed with their dad/their mom never came back