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Sept 2, 2022 12:46:21 GMT -7
Post by yara leila el fayed on Sept 2, 2022 12:46:21 GMT -7
May 12, 2026 Likening her parents' beliefs about blood purity to something similar to religious beliefs, Ariadne didn't sound particularly thrilled by the way in which she had been raised. Yara knew enough to know that there were witches and wizards who really hated people who, like her older sister, were magical but born of non-magical families. She was glad for Ariadne that she didn't hold her parents' views. Apart from her conversations with Yas, she didn't get to have many in-depth conversations about the differences between the magical world and the non-magical world.
"Sorry," Ariadne apologized to her after her little tangent about her parents, though Yara didn't pry. "Is it too personal to ask how you came to your decision on modesty?"
Yara knew her answer to that question immediately but had to think of how to word it to avoid confusing Ariadne with too many references to scripture or terminology that she likely had never heard before. "So in the Qur'an—our main holy book—women are instructed to dress modestly, and it makes me feel closer to Allah. For me, that means covering my entire body except my face and my hands. If I'm in a room of only women or certain male relatives, like my brother and my father, I don't need to."
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Sept 6, 2022 11:54:57 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2022 11:54:57 GMT -7
Ariadne was thankful that Yara didn’t pry. It wasn’t as if what her parents were and what had happened to them wasn’t known across the WIzarding World. She didn’t know how much Yas had told her sister about the goings on, and with the way their relationship was in school, Ariadne doubted she was the topic of conversation with Yas all that much, especially since she was in a relationship with James. Ariadne had finally gotten over feeling she wasn’t worthy of love thanks to him, and now that they were on a more solid footing, she had learned to tune the naysayers out a little bit more. Casimir Karkaroff had helped with that as well, but more in a work setting than a social one. So by this point, Ariadne had a lot more confidence in herself than she had, say, five years ago.
Ariadne listened to Yara explain her modesty choice, fascinated by the mention of the Qur’an, which was their ‘holy book’. She wasn’t completely ignorant; she had heard of the Bible of course. But she was learning every day how woefully inept her education on the Muggle world was. Perhaps if she had elected to take Muggle Studies at Hogwarts, but if she had tried her parents likely would have pulled her out of the school much sooner than they ended up doing her seventh year. “So you’re saying it provides you comfort, knowing that you are closer to your deity by following the instructions. But do others express their closeness to their deity, or god, differently? What are other ways to follow Allah’s instructions?” she asked, hoping she wasn’t too nosy. At this point however, Yara had been perfectly able to answer her questions, and didn’t seem to mind her curiosity.
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Sept 7, 2022 12:18:03 GMT -7
Post by yara leila el fayed on Sept 7, 2022 12:18:03 GMT -7
May 12, 2026 Ariadne asked her if there were other ways to follow Allah's instructions, and Yara nodded, though she found it sort of peculiar that Ariadne chose to use the word "deity" at first. It sounded so formal and detached and anthropological, but she supposed that the entire idea of religion must have sounded strange to someone who had been raised in a totally magical environment.
On the subject of Islam, different people followed different rules, and that depended on all sorts of variables. The branch of Islam and school of thought one followed were important in that regard, as were the views of individual scholars. "It's… complicated," Yara decided upon saying. "Some women choose not to wear hijab at all, like Yasmin," she noted, using her sister as a point of reference again. "And then some women wear what we call 'niqab,' which leaves only their eyes uncovered. Some women also wear a veil that covers their entire face, including their eyes."
"It gets very political," she acknowledged. It wasn't just an issue in Western countries; it was that way even in Egypt. "Different people have different interpretations of the Qur'an. It's like… how some people are accepting of 'Muggle-born' witches and wizards but others aren't because they don't think that someone is truly magical if they aren't 'pure', right?" Her example wasn't exactly a parallel; she hadn't heard of a holy book that guided the magical community as a whole, but Yara hoped that it might help Ariadne to understand what she was saying. Nothing ever got solved with all the constant debating, but people had gotten into the habit of it.
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Oct 7, 2022 11:13:14 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2022 11:13:14 GMT -7
Ariadne listened intently to Yara’s explanations, her attention completely on her. Her head tilted to the side and a wry smile appeared on her lips at the mention of politics. “Of course, anything with more than a dozen followers ends up being political one way or another,” she commented. She knew Yasmin did not wear a hijab, or a niqab that Yara mentioned; she did have plenty of classes with her twin, even if she hadn’t considered them friends. She would have noticed if she started covering her hair one day, seemingly out of the blue.
Ariadne nodded, the smile disappearing as Yara compared the different interpretations of the Quran to the different interpretations of who is a true witch or wizard. Not that she disagreed with Yara; she was hit with a flashback of one of her fathers many tirades against Muggleborns in the living room, her mother fervently agreeing with him. “Yes, and I presume you also have extremists like.…certain members of my family as well,” she said darkly. If one looked hard enough, she supposed, one could find a dark side of anything - religion, culture, way of life even.
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Oct 25, 2022 22:24:44 GMT -7
Post by yara leila el fayed on Oct 25, 2022 22:24:44 GMT -7
May 12, 2026 Throughout their conversation, Ariadne had hinted at her parents' not being exceptionally open-minded, maybe it shouldn't have been as surprising as it was to hear her describe some of her own family members as "extremists". Usually, that was the sort of thing against which Yara found herself fighting because of her religion. For every bad story in the news about Muslims, there were millions more who—like she and her family—were just living their lives. Her parents weren't always thrilled with every decision that Yas made, especially, but they certainly weren't dangerous or extremists in any way.
"Yeah. There are extremists who belong to every ideology," Yara agreed. "Religion, politics…" Having strong opinions about a topic wasn't necessarily bad. It was a matter of perspective and context. She wasn't studying to become a philosopher, but Yara didn't think that excused people who did horrible things in the name of whatever it was they believed in. She also didn't know anything about Ariadne's parents apart from what Ariadne had told her, but she got the sense that the older girl was still trying to come to terms with whatever they had done.
It was strange, Yara thought to herself. There were countless people in the world who thought that she was the one who was oppressed or who needed to be watched more closely—all because of her religion and her appearance. She experienced that suspicion constantly, even though the most morally questionable thing she had ever done was the rare act of online piracy. (What could she do? Desperate times called for desperate measures.)
Then there was Ariadne, who had just admitted that her parents were wizarding extremists, the magical equivalent of the kind of people that some others expected her family to be even though they weren't. Yara couldn't say that she knew what it was like because she didn't. She had parents who were simultaneously wealthy and loving, parents who were still paying her way through university and allowing her to live an exceptionally comfortable life for a student.
In a way, they were both fighting the same battle, only different. They were up against others' expectations of who they were and who they could be. Magical people were taught to be wary of Muggles, and most of the non-magical world didn't hold a very positive view of witchcraft, either.
"Most people are just…" Yara paused. "They're normal." Most people, she thought, were just somewhere in the middle on issues. Even she was probably somewhere in the middle. Her views didn't represent those of all Muggles or all Muslims, only herself and her experiences.
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Nov 10, 2022 14:26:16 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2022 14:26:16 GMT -7
Ariadne studied Yara’s reaction when discussing extremism, and saying that most people are normal. She laughed lightly at that. “Oh I’d love to feel as though I was normal,” she said, smiling. And then, she made a decision. Quietly, she whispered ‘Muffliato,' to conceal the details of their conversation to any would-be eavesdroppers. The spell, she had learned from James, was the invention of Severus Snape, and he had found it useful to have private conversations where he didn’t want to be overheard.
“You have given me a wonderful insight into your world, your religion, and I feel as though I owe you some insight in return. Since your sister is a witch, it’s not breaking any laws anyway.” She sighed, pushing her long blonde hair behind her ear. “My parents were Rabastan and Morgana Lestrange. You would not know this, but my aunt was a witch named Bellatrix, who was one of You-Know-Who…Voldemort’s most loyal followers. He is regarded as one of the most notorious Dark Wizards in our history, and my aunt idolized him. She tortured and murdered dozens of people, Muggle and wizard alike. She did not care; if you did not follow the Dark Lord, as his followers called him, you were better off dead.”
Ariadne paused, then continued. “After the Battle of Hogwarts and the war had ended, my parents, who had laid low during Voldemort’s second rise, were able to escape with a heavy fine. But just because they were not actively torturing and killing people, did not mean they thought he was in the wrong. No, they tried to instill Pureblood elitist views into us from the moment we could comprehend what it meant. But when I got to Hogwarts, I felt free. I could learn anything I wanted, mingle with wizards and witches of all backgrounds without worrying about the repercussions from my parents.” She sighed. “But old prejudices do not belong to just the Pureblood community. My surname was tainted, you see, by my aunt and uncles actions as Death Eaters, as the children of those they murdered were in school with me. It led to a very lonely existence at times, and I learned that there were more ways to be extreme in ones’ beliefs than just the purity of blood.”
Ariadne had reached a good point in her story to check in with Yara, who had not interrupted. “Am I making any sense to you at all?” she asked kindly, a small smile playing at her lips.
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Dec 7, 2022 23:22:38 GMT -7
Post by yara leila el fayed on Dec 7, 2022 23:22:38 GMT -7
May 12, 2026 Following her comment, Ariadne responded that she would love to feel as though she were normal. Yara didn't think that anyone was exempt from feeling that way from time to time, but she was more surprised than ever to hear Ariadne speak what sounded like an incantation for some sort of spell.
Yara didn't feel any different, so she wasn't quite sure what the spell had done at first. As Ariadne began to explain herself, though, she gathered from the context that their conversation had been made essentially private somehow, and Ariadne assured her that she wasn't breaking any laws in doing so because Yasmin was a witch.
Little by little, Ariadne clarified who her parents were. Although Yara didn't recognize their names in the way that it seemed a magical person would have, she kept listening. Ariadne told her that she had an aunt who was one of the followers of Voldemort, a Dark Wizard. Her aunt, a woman named Bellatrix, had been a terrible person—from what Ariadne said about her—and apparently a serial killer, on top of it all.
At that point, what Yara was feeling was beyond surprise. She wasn't at all expecting Ariadne to be so open with her about all of what her aunt had done, but it put some of her earlier comments into perspective.
Even after Voldemort had been defeated, Ariadne went on to explain, her parents had tried to instill the same beliefs in their children. Yara was able to follow along because it wasn't hard to think of parallels that existed in the Muggle world. She listened, only nodding on occasion to try to make it clear that Ariadne hadn't lost her, as Ariadne explained that the children of some of the people her relatives had murdered had attended school with her.
"Am I making any sense to you at all?"
"You are," Yara confirmed. She didn't know much about the history of the magical world except for the few things that Yasmin had mentioned to her over the years, and most of the "history" that she knew was what had happened during Yas's school years. Apart from that, she understood Ariadne's point, and she felt bad for her. She didn't think that the blonde wanted her pity, but it was… touching.
Speaking again after a short pause, Yara then continued to address Ariadne. "Thank you for telling me all of that, Ariadne," she added. She appreciated Ariadne's willingness to open up to her like that. "I… I don't really know what to say," she admitted, feeling that that was better than coming across as insensitive. "I don't judge you, though, for what your family did." She also wasn't sure if the spell Ariadne cast meant that her own speech was still audible to others, so she felt that it was better to err on the side of caution with what she said in response.
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