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"Buh-duh-da-da-da-rah-rah-duh-duh-dun-dun-dun-rap-doo-bow" Yeah, we should probably get to Dan's New York Knicks winning Game 2 over the Cleveland Cavaliers, but Zaslow is offended that the crew (rightfully) accused him of being a Dave Matthews Band fan. That leads Dave to declare a Radiohead album the greatest album of all-time as the show devolves toward being unbearably white. But then, ultimately, we get to Ben Stiller and Dan's New York Knicks. Wait, where is Dan? Is he not here because he was at his team's game last night? Today's cast: Zaslow, Your ol' pal Dave Dameshek, Roy, Jeremy, Mike, and Tony. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

eastvillageradio.com, brianturnershow.comCRUSHED BUTLER - My Son's Alive - Uncrushed: Previously Unreleased British Punk From The Underground 1969-1971 (RPM, 2005)THIRD WORLD WAR - Preaching Violence - Third Word War (Fly, 1971)TERRY STAMP - Six Day Drive - Twenty Rough Rotters 1980-1989 The Bomb Shelter Tapes (Just Add Water, 2020)RUSTED SHUT - 6 x 8 = Nuthing - Rusted Shut (Fleece, 1996)ELIZABETH CLARE PROPHET - Invocation For Judgement Against And Destruction Of Rock Music - The Sounds Of American Doomsday Cults (1984, re: New World Tapes, 2015)HILTON KEAN JONES - Eastmontage - Eastmontage And Performances By Eastman School Of Music Student Ensembles (ESM, 1969)HENRI CHOPIN - Echos de Bouche - Le Corpsbis & Co (Nepless, 1996)THESIS - Retumbar -  V/A: Transmisiones: Cuba (cs, Buh, 2026)RADON ABATEMENT - Harmonium Jr. - s/t (cs, NL, 2026)PROSTITUTE - Judge (Fast) - Judge (Fast) (Mute, 2026)SCHIMMEL ÜBER BERLIN - Schattenriss - Einsenmund (cs, Billo, 2026)HOLGER CZUKAY, JAH WOBBLE & JAKI LIEBEZEIT - How Much Are They? - How Much Are They? (Island, 1981)GERSON KING COMBO - Mandamentos Black - s/t (Polydor, 1977)OIDOPUAA VLADIMIR OIUN - How the Shadow Is Clear - Divine Music From Jail (Ebalunga, 1999)QU'IL Y A DU MONDE - Got The Bliss -  Split w/Le Clonq (U Bac, 2026)JOHANNES BAUER, MICHAEL GRIENER, OLAF RUPP - Umsturz - Aufsturz (Scattered Archive, 2026)KAREN BROOKS - King of Fantasy - Lost Silence (NL, 1972)STEPHEN COGLE / PETER STAPLETON - Thirteenth Floor / Back To the Zoo - An Afternoon With Victor Dimisich (1981, re: Siltbreeze, 2026)KONRAD BOEHMER - Aspekt - Electronic Works (1969: rel Bhvaast,1990)LEANDRO BARZABAL - Dodécaphonisme Monochromatique (excerpt)  - Monochrome Electronic Music (NL, 2025)ABADIR - Habban - The Primitivist (Planet Mu, 2026)SBB - Penia -FOS (1975, re: GAD, 2024)

Abdullah ibni Ömer (r.a.), şöyle bir olay yaşadığını anlattı: "Bir defasında yolculuk ederken bir bedevî ile karşılaştım; bu bedevînin babası Hz. Ömer (r.a.)'in dostuydu." İbni Ömer (r.a.) bedevîye: "Sen falanın oğlu değil misin?" diye sordu. O da: "Evet, onun oğluyum." dedi. Bunun üzerine Abdullah ibni Ömer (r.a.), yolculuk yaparken devenin üzerinde yorulduğu zaman, ondan inip rahatlamak için bindiği eşeği ve başındaki sarığı çıkarıp bedevîye hediye etti. İbni Ömer (r.a.) ile birlikte yolculuk edenlerden biri: "Şu bedevîye iki dirhem yetmez miydi de bunca şey verdin?" diye söylendi. İbni Ömer (r.a.) ise ona, Resûlullâh (s.a.v.)'in: "Babanın dostunu koruyup gözet! Onunla ilgiyi kesme! Yoksa Allâh imânının nûrunu giderir." uyarısında bulunduğunu haber verdi. Yine Abdullah ibni Ömer (r.a.)'den rivayet edildiğine göre, Resûlullâh (s.a.v.) şöyle buyurdu: "İyiliklerin en değerlisi, bir kimsenin baba dostunun yakınlarına iyilikte bulunup onlara ikrâm etmesidir." Vefâ duygusu, insanın sahip olduğu en üstün erdemlerden biridir. Peygamber (s.a.v.) terbiyesiyle yetişen Abdullah ibni Ömer (r.a.) hazretleri de bu üstün vasfa sahip olduğunu, nakledilen bu olaydaki davranışıyla göstermiştir. Babasını kaybetmenin üzüntüsünü yaşayan kimse, baba dostlarına tutunarak teselli bulmalıdır. Bu konuda Sultân-ı Enbiyâ (s.a.v.) Efendimiz'in Hz. Hatice (r.anhâ)'nın vefâtından sonra onun dostlarına nasıl ilgi gösterdiği, kurban kestiği zaman onları hatırlayıp kendilerine nasıl pay gönderdiği unutulmamalıdır. (İmâm Buhârî, Edebü'l-Müfred, c.1, s.66-67)

Allâh Resulü (s.a.v.) bir hadisinde şöyle buyuruyor: "Hiçbir hâkim öfkeli iken iki kişi arasında hüküm vermesin." (Buhârî) Böyle bir durumda davayı ertelesin veya ara verip sonra devam etsin. Hadiste hâkimden kasıt herhangi iki kişi arasında hüküm verendir. Dolayısıyla bir öğretmen, usta ve baba, bu hükme tabidir. O hâlde çocukların, himaye/eğitim altındaki kişilerin ve zayıf insanların suç işlemesi hâlinde, denetimlerinden sorumlu olan kişilerin öfkeli iken bunları cezalandırmaması gerekir. Aksi takdirde zulmetme ihtimalleri artar ve bundan sorumlu olurlar. Öfke gittikten sonra düşünüp sağlıklı karar vermeliler. Vereceğimiz kararın Allâh ve Resulü tarafından hesabının alınacağı unutulmamalı ve suçluyu cezalandırma durumunda da ihtiyatlı olmamız gerekir.Öfkeliyken boşama, içi mermi dolu bir silaha benzer. Nasıl ki şaka yollu veya öfkeliyken silahın tetiğinin çekilmesi hâlinde silahtan ateş çıkıyorsa aynı şekilde öfke hâlinde boşama da geçerli olur. Bundan dolayı her iki silahı da kontrollü bir şekilde kullanmak gerekir. Öfkeliyken ceza kesmekten uzak durmak gerektiğini daha önce belirttik. Özellikle anne babanın bu konuda dikkatli olması gerekir. Açıkça şuna da dikkat çekmemiz yerinde olacaktır: Bazı öğretmenler öğrencileri sorgusuz sualsiz dövme hakkına sahip olduklarını düşünmektedirler. Öğrenciler küçük olduğu için bir şey diyemiyorlar. Anne babaları ise tedip amacıyla uydurulan "Eti senin kemiği benim" lafını dile getirirler. Hâlbuki bu kâbul edilecek bir durum değildir. Çünkü davacısı olmayan hakların davası, kıyamet günü Allâh ve onun Resulü tarafından açılacaktır. Bir hakim, zimmî bir kâfire bile haksızlık yapacak olsa onun hakkı kıyamet günü alınacaktır. (Derleme)

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Tam adıyla Ebû Abdullah Muhammed bin İsmail el-Buhârî… Hadis ilmine yakın ve yatkın ilim ehli bir zat ile dindar bir annenin oğlu olarak, 20 Temmuz 810 Cuma günü Buhârâ-i Şerîf'te dünyaya geliş…

Oruç, Allâhü Teâlâ'nın, kullarına farz kılmış olduğu bir farizadır, İslâm'ın beş rüknünden dördüncüsü olup çok büyük bir ehemmiyete sahip bulunmaktadır. Allâhü Teâlâ şöyle buyurmaktadır: “Ey îmân edenler! Sizden öncekilere farz kılındığı gibi oruç tutmak size de farz kılındı. Umulur ki böylece günah ve fenalıklardan korunursunuz.” (Bakara s. 183) Ebû Hureyre'nin (r.a.) şöyle dediği rivayet edilmiştir: “Resûlullâh (s.a.v.) şöyle buyurdu: "Kim, îmân ederek ve karşılığını Allâh'tan bekleyerek Ramazan orucunu tutarsa geçmiş günahları bağışlanır.” (Buhârî) Yine Ebû Hureyre'nin (r.a.) şöyle dediği rivayet edilmiştir: “Resûlullâh (s.a.v.) şöyle buyurdu: "Muhammed'in nefsinin, yedinde olduğu Zât'a yemin ederim ki; muhakkak oruçlu kimsenin ağız kokusu Allâh'ın nezdinde misk kokusundan daha hoştur.” (Buhârî) Hz. Enes'in (r.a.) şöyle dediği rivayet edilmiştir: “Resûlullâh (s.a.v.) şöyle buyurdu: "Oruç tutan kimselerin ağızlarından misk kokusu yayılmaktadır ve kıyamet günü kendileri için arşın altına muazzam bir sofra kurulur da insanlar şiddet içinde bulunurlarken onlar, oradan yerler.” (Ed-Dürrü'l-Mensûr) Başka bir rivayette de şöyle denilmektedir: “Oruç tutanlar için muazzam bir sofra kurulur, insanlar hesapta iken onlar yemekte bulunur, insanlar derler ki: “Ey Rabbimiz! Bizler hesaba çekiliyoruz, onlar ise yemekle meşguller.” Bunun üzerine Râb Teâlâ şöyle buyurur: “Onlar daima oruç tutarlarken sizler daima yemek yiyordunuz, onlar daima geceleri ibadetle ayakta iken sizler daima uyuyordunuz.” (Buhârî) (Eşref Ali et-Tehânevî, Hanefi İlmihali, s.327-328)

Buh! Romano und Claudia Kamieth haben mit euch über Geister gesprochen - und alles andere, was übernatürlich ist. Habt ihr schon mal was Seltsames erlebt, was euch noch immer beschäftigt? Unser Podcast-Tipp: Wissen mit Zoé https://www.ardsounds.de/sendung/wissen-mit-zoe/urn:ard:show:7c88112e3e736672/

Edebi, ilim bostanlarında; ünsü, halvet diyârında; hayâyı, nefsin patikalarında; ibret almayı, tefekkür vâdîlerinde; hikmeti ise havf bahçelerinde ara (talep et.) Emrine muhalefet ettiğin hâlde, Allâh'ın ihsânının devâm ettiğini; zikrinden yüz çevirdiğin hâlde (sana) halim davrandığını, hayânın azlığına rağmen günâhlarını örttüğünü ve sen O'na muhtâc olduğun hâlde, Onun sana ihtiyâcının olmadığını iyi bil. Örtülü bir şeyi açma. Bir günâhı nefsinde içinden bile söyleme, veya; sakın bir günâha niyetleneyim deme. Hiçbir küçük günâhta ısrâr etme. Bütün ihtiyâç/yoksunluklarda Yüce Allâh'a sığın. Her durumda, muhtâçlığın (sâdece) O'na olsun.Her işte O'na tevekkül et. Hevâyı bırak; nefsinin tuzak kurduğu/pusuda beklediği şeylere kanma. Zikrini gizle. Yüce Allâh'a şükretmeye devâm et.İstiğfârı çoğalt. Düşünerek ibret al. Acele edilecek yerlerde teenni ile, dostluklarında/arkadaşlıklarında insanlarla olan ilişkilerinde hüsn-i edeble hareket et. Nefsin için insanlara öfkelenme; Allâh için nefsine öfkelen. Kötülük husûsunda kimseye denk olma (diğer bir ifâdeyle; kötülüğe kötülükle karşılık verme). Câhili yüzüne karşı methetmekten sakın; kimsenin de seni yüzüne karşı methetmesine râzı olma. Gülmeni azalt, mizâhtan uzak dur. Acıları gizle. Nâmûsluluğu/iffeti izhâr et. (Haris el-Muhasibî, Ahlak ve Arınma) RESÛLULLÂH'IN YASAKLADIĞI SAÇ TRAŞI “Ya hep tıraş edin ya hep bırakın!” (Ebû Dâvûd, Tereccül 14) “Bana bir berber çağırın!” buyurdu. Gelen berbere emretti, berber bizim başlarımızı tamamen tıraş etti. (Ebû Dâvûd, Menâsik 78) “Resûlullah (s.a.v.) başın bir kısmını tıraş edip bir kısmının (perçem olarak) bırakılmasını yasakladı.” (Buhârî, Libâs 72)

Kur'ân'ın yalnızca mealini okumak, âyetlerdeki edebî yönden incelikleri ve iniş sebepleri bilinmediği zaman, yanlış anlaşılmalara neden olabilir. Bu sebeple, mealle birlikte yüzyıllardır Müslümanların çoğunluğunun sevgisini kazanmış büyük müfessirlerin tefsirlerini okumak daha uygun görülmüştür. Bir örnek ile izah edelim: Urve (r.a.) Merve arasındaki sa'yı, haccın vâciplerinden kabul etmiyordu. Çünkü o: “Safa ile Merve şüphesiz Allâh (c.c.)'nun nişanlarındandır. Her kim Beytullah'ı ziyaret eder veya umre yaparsa onları tavaf etmesinde bir günah yoktur. Her kim gönüllü olarak bir iyilik yaparsa şüphesiz Allâh onu bilir, karşılığını verir.” (Bakara s. 158) mealindeki bu âyetten anlaşılan şudur: Hacc veya umre yapılırken Safa ile Merve arasındaki sa'y yapmanın sakıncası yoktur; insan dilerse yapmaz, herhangi bir şey lâzım gelmez, diyordu. Ancak, Buhâri'nin rivâyet ettiği gibi, Urve (r.a.), Hz. Âişe (r.anhâ)'ya şöyle dedi: “Yukarıda mealini verdiğimiz âyeti okuyarak Safa ile Merve arasında sa'y etmenin bir sakıncası yoktur. emrince sa'y farz değildir.” Hz. Âişe (r.anhâ) de: Ey bacımın oğlu, çok kötü söyledin; eğer söylediğin gibi olmuş olsaydı, âyet şöyle olacaktı: “La” harfinin, “Cunahe” kelimesinin başında değil; “Yetufu'” kelimesinin başında olması gerekirdi. Hâlbuki âyetin iniş sebebi şöyledir: Bu âyet, Ensar hakkında nazil oldu. Onlar, İslâm'dan evvel hacc yaparlarken Müselsel denilen yerde dikilen putu ziyaret ederlerdi. Onlar, İslâm'dan sonra hacc yaparlarken Safa ile Merve'yi ziyaret etmekten çekiniyorlardı. Bu durumu Resûlullâh (s.a.v.) Efendimiz'e sorduklarında, Yüce Allâh, bu âyeti nazil buyurdu ve Resûlullâh (s.a.v.) de sünnet yoluyla Safa ile Merve arasında s'ay etmeyi vâcib kıldı. İkisinin arasındaki tavafı terk etmek hiçbir kimseye câiz değildir. (Misvak Neşriyat, Hakk Dinin Batıl Yorumları'na Cevaplar, s. 131)

(00:00-33:55) Awaiting response from Joe. Looking at next week for 'Navy Caps on the Road' on The Point and The Arch. Three hour QFTA yesterday. Live swiping. Take that, Gary Cohen. Response rate on the apps. Standing up for the shorts. Weeble Wobbles. Michigan/Arizona over under. Brad Underwood talking about his matchup with UConn. Big enough to eat hay and pull a wagon. Most overplayed song of the last year. How do Mizzou fans feel about Illinois in the Final 4? Load up the hate lines.(34:03-56:09) The song that's taking over the St. Louis area. Chairman is David Harbour and Jackson is Jason Bateman. The cheery outlook on Reddit. Borscht. What would Jackson give up for a Mizzou FInal Four. Craig Carton's not happy on WFAN. Buh bye Francisco Lindor. Frank The Tank from Barstool lost it when the Cards walked off the Mets on Wednesday. Todd Zeile taking some shrapnel. Live from Martin's hotel room in Queens. Sup, doubters?(56:19-1:03:52) Pozo starting makes us randy. See, we're just like Queens. Lil Astoria. Tell me again what a PAWG is.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Awaiting response from Joe. Looking at next week for 'Navy Caps on the Road' on The Point and The Arch. Three hour QFTA yesterday. Live swiping. Take that, Gary Cohen. Response rate on the apps. Standing up for the shorts. Weeble Wobbles. Michigan/Arizona over under. Brad Underwood talking about his matchup with UConn. Big enough to eat hay and pull a wagon. Most overplayed song of the last year. How do Mizzou fans feel about Illinois in the Final 4? Load up the hate lines.The song that's taking over the St. Louis area. Chairman is David Harbour and Jackson is Jason Bateman. The cheery outlook on Reddit. Borscht. What would Jackson give up for a Mizzou FInal Four. Craig Carton's not happy on WFAN. Buh bye Francisco Lindor. Frank The Tank from Barstool lost it when the Cards walked off the Mets on Wednesday. Todd Zeile taking some shrapnel. Live from Martin's hotel room in Queens. Sup, doubters?Pozo starting makes us randy. See, we're just like Queens. Lil Astoria. Tell me again what a PAWG is.Jackson released when Martin showed him a picture of Augusta. Blues broadcaster, Joey Vitale checking in with us from the West Coast and he's not interested. Joey likes grounding. Shoes are the enemy. It's a fish fry, not a fish bake, Doug. Flasher people. Joey declared the playoff push dead on the Kerbside Podcast. Should we expect the team to try and add some offensive punch? Whose names are in pencil and whose are in pen?Blow, Johnny, Blow. Dangly earrings. Still trying to define mogging. 1.5 car carports. Drops of the Week. Bill Black (The Hair Barber) sounds like he might be calling in. The Cardinal lineup is out and Tim's not happy about it. Kinda takes the air out of Pozo starting. Ok, Derek, whatever you say. Down on the farm. Pooh Sheisty.Tell me this isn't the jam. Mt. Rushmore of sports vessels. Jackson thinks the Lombardi Trophy should be bigger. Alabama AD talking about doing away with the SEC Championship game.Former Blues defenseman Chris Pronger joins us. Jackson isn't on a Papers level with Chris Pronger. Not impressed with Jackson's puck knowledge. Fireside chat with Pronger and Chris Kerber at Stifel. His new book. What are people willing to do to be great? Getting traded for Brendan Shanahan. Taking questions from the listeners. His interest in working in a front office. The pressure in Toronto. His thoughts on the Blues and their long term future. What has he enjoyed most in his post-playing days? Sugar Ray playing at this Stanley Cup party.Some Sugar Ray for you, Doug. Why doesn't Pronger have a statue at Enterprise Center? E-Mail of the DayJackson still hasn't announced where he will be watching the Final Four this weekend. Are there any public residences? Audio of Danny Hurley talking about making the Final Four.Free Sheisty. Tough video of the Tiger Woods arrest. Talking to the President. Hard to say when we'll see Tiger on the golf course again. The blue curtain statement from 16 years ago.Stanford Steve believes in the Illini. Preemptive copium from Illinois fans.And the winner of the Design Aire Heating & Cooling EMOTD is...See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Medhin cevazı için beş şart vardır: 1. Medih kendi nefsi için olmayacak. Çünkü kişinin kendi nefsini tezkiye etmesi caiz değildir. Cenâb-ı Allâh buyuruyor ki: "Siz kendinizi temize çIkarmayın, O, takva üzere olanı daha iyi bilir" (Necm s. 32) 2. Yalan, riya ve gerçekleşmeyen söze varacak ifrattan sakınılacak. Yâni övgüde aşırı gidilmeyecek. Takva, iffet ve zühd gibi halleri medhetmekte çok ihtiyatlı kelime sarfedilecek. Bu gibi hususlarda kesin ifâde kullanmıyacak, ancak "öyle zannediyorum, olabilir" diyecek 3. Medhedilen kimse fâsık olmıyacak. İbn Ebî Dünyâ'nın Enes bin Mâlik (r.a.)'dan yaptığı rivayette, Peygamber (s.a.v.) buyurdular ki: "Şüphesiz ki fâsık övülünce Cenâb-ı Allâh gazab eder." Diğer bir rivayette Ebû Ya'lâ şöyle tahrîc etmiştir: "Fâsık övülünce Rab gazap eder ve arş titrer." 4. Medhin övülen kimsede kibir,kendini beğenmişlik ve gurur ihdas etmeyeceğini bilmek. Buhârî ve Müslim, Ebû Bekre (r.a.)'dan yaptıkları rivayette: Bir kişi diğer bir kişiyi Peygamber (s.a.v.)'in yanında övdü. Nebi (s.a.v.) ona: "Yazıklar olsun sana, arkadaşının boynunu kestin" buyurdu. 5. Övgü haram bir maksat veya fesada müncer olacak bir gaye için olmayacak. Yabancılar arasında şehveti harekete getirmek, onları zinaya teşvik etmek gibi. Karının kocasına yabancı bir kadının güzelliğinden bahsetmesi de bu kabildendir. Haram bir mal elde etmek veya halka zulmetmek ve benzeri tasallutlarda bulunmak için yöneticileri övmek de böyledir. (İmam Birgivî, Tarikat-ı Muhammediye, s.407-409)

Peygamber (s.a.v.) Efendimiz'in Muhterem anne ve babaları îmân üzereydiler. Onlar, İbrâhim (a.s.)'in tevhid dinine bağlıydılar. Asla putlara tapmadılar. Peygamberimiz (s.a.v.)'in Muhterem babaları Hz. Abdullâh (r.a.), haseb ve nesebce Kureyş'in en temiz soyuna mensûbdur. Buhârî, Resûl-i Ekrem (s.a.v.)'in atalarını, İbrâhîm (a.s.)'a kadar çıkarır. İbrâhîm Halîl (a.s.), Kâ'be'yi ilk binâ eden olduğundan, Resûl-i Ekrem (s.a.v.)'e kadar, bütün İbrâhîm (a.s.) evlâdı, Kâ'be'ye hizmet ede gelmişlerdir. Bu yönden, Resûl-i Ekrem (s.a.v.)'in yüce ecdâdının bütün hayatları, kemâl derecede kayıt ve zabt altındadır. Hepsi de şeref ve fazîlet sâhibi kimselerdir. Tevbe Sûresi 128'deki “enfüsiküm” kavl-i şerîfinin, bir rivayete göre manâsı, “Ey insanlar! Sizin en güzel ve temiz soyunuzdan, size en necîb bir Peygamber geldi.”olmuştur. Nebî (s.a.v.); “Ben, Allâh (c.c.)'nun Peygamberiyim, bunda yalan yoktur! Ben, Abdulmuttalib'in torunuyum, soyumda yalancı yoktur!” buyurmuşlardır ve bozulan ordunun mânevi kuvvetini iâde etmişlerdir. Büyük âlim Münâvî'ye: “Nebî (s.a.v.)'in babası cehennemde midir?” diye sorulduğunda Münâvî, şiddetle haykırarak; “Nebî (s.a.v.)'in babası, Fetret devrinde vefât etmiştir. Fetret devrinde vefât edenlere İsrâ sûresi 15. âyette: “Biz, bir peygamber göndermedikçe kimseye azâb edecek değiliz.” diye buyuruluyor” diyerek cevâb vermiştir. Diğer bir rivâyete göre Peygamberimiz (s.a.v.) Vedâ Haccı'ndan döndüğü zaman, Allâhü Te‘âlâ, ona anne babasını ve amcası Ebû Tâlib'i diriltti. Peygamber (s.a.v.) Efendimiz, onlara İslâmiyeti arz etti. Onlar da îmân ettiler (sonra yine öldüler). (Tarihü İbnü'lVerdi, c. 1, s. 102) (Ömer Faruk Hilmi, Ehl-i Beyt'in Fazileti ve Ebû Tâlib'in İmanı, s.16)

Ebû Zer (r.a.)'den rivayet edildiğine göre, Peygamber (s.a.v.)'e: "Ey Allâh'ın Resûlü! Zenginler bütün sevapları alıp götürdüler, bize bir şey bırakmadılar. Zirâ onlar da bizim gibi namaz kılıyor, bizim gibi oruç tutuyor, ayrıca mallarının fazlasından sadaka veriyorlar. Bizim durumumuz ne olacak?" diye soruldu. Resûl-i Ekrem (s.a.v.) de şöyle buyurdu: "Allâhü Teâlâ size sadaka verme imkânı bağışlamadı mı sanıyorsunuz? Her "sübhânallâh" demek sadakadır; her "elhâmdülillâh" demek sadakadır; hattâ eşinizle yatmanız bile sadakadır." Bunun üzerine: "Ey Allâh'ın Resûlü! Cinsel arzusunu tatmin eden birine bundan dolayı sevap mı var?" denildi. Allâh'ın Resûlü (s.a.v.) şöyle buyurdu: "Bir kimse bu ihtiyacını haram yoldan giderseydi, günâh işlemiş olmayacak mıydı? İşte bundan dolayı, insanın cinsel ihtiyacını helâl yoldan gidermesinde de elbette sevap vardır." Yüce Râbbimiz, yaptığımız her iyiliği sadaka kâbul ediyor; yaptığımız her güzel şeyden dolayı bize sadaka vermiş gibi sevap yazıyor. Güzel dinimiz, zengin fakir her insanın sadaka sevâbı kazanacağını söylüyor. İnsan, bir mârifeti varsa çalışır, iş yapar; yoksa amelelik yapar, para kazanır, böylece darda zorda kalana yardım eder; bunları yapamıyorsa, yapabilene akıl verir, iyilik yollarını gösterir. Şayet bunu da yapamıyorsa, o zaman kimseye zarar vermemeye çalışır. Oturduğu yerden tesbih çeker, sübhânallâh der, elhâmdülillâh der, Allâhü Ekber der, Lâilâhe illallâh der, bunların hepsi ona sadaka vermiş gibi sevap kazandırır. Hatta insanın eşiyle berâber olmasına, böylece haramlardan korunmasına bile sadaka sevâbı kazandıran dinimiz ne güzel bir dindir. (İmâm Buhârî, Edebü'l-Müfred, c.1, s.255)

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Peygamberimiz (s.a.v.) Allâhü Teâlâ'nın şöyle buyurduğunu bildirmiştir: "Âdemoğlunun her ameli kendisine mahsustur. Oruç müstesna. Zira o, bana mahsustur. Onun mükâfatını ben takdir edeceğim." Efendimiz (s.a.v.) şöyle buyurmuşlardır: "Oruç bir kalkandır. Sizden biri oruçlu olduğu gün cinsel ilişkide bulunmasın, cahillik edip de kem söz söylemesin. Biri ona sataşacak veya dalaşacak olursa "ben oruçlu bir kişiyim" desin. Muhammed (s.a.v.)'in canı yed-i kudretinde olan Allâh'a yemin olsun ki; elbette oruçlunun ağız kokusu, Allâhü Teâlâ katında misk kokusundan daha hoştur." (Buharî) "Kim Ramazan orucunu tutar ve ona Şevval ayından altı gün ilave ederse, sanki yılın bütününde oruç tutmuş gibi olur." (Müslim, Tirmizî, Ebû Dâvûd) "Muhakkak oruçlu için, iftar anında reddolunmayacak duâ vardır." (İbn-i Mâce) "Oruç tutunuz ki sıhhat bulasınız" (Taberani, Mu'cemu'lEvsat) "Her şeyin bir zekâtı vardır. Cesedin zekâtı da oruçtur." (İbn-i Mâce) "Bizim orucumuzla Ehl-i Kitab'ın orucunu ayıran sahur yemeğidir." (Nesaî) "Sahura kalkın. Çünkü sahurda bereket vardır." (Buhârî) "Allâh rızası için bir gün oruç tutan bir kulu Allâhü Teâlâ muhakkak o bir gün oruç sebebiyle cehennemden yetmiş vadi uzaklaştırır." (Müslim) "Oruçlu olan kişi, bir Müslüman'ı gıybet ve yahut ona ezâ ve cefâ etmedikçe ibâdettedir." (Suyûtî, Câmiu's-Sağir) "İki haslet vardır ki onlardan (kendini) muhâfaza edenin orucu sâlim olur: Gıybet ve yalan." (Beyhakî, Şuabü'l-Îmân) "Kim bir oruçluya iftar ettirirse, -oruçlunun sevâbından hiçbir şey eksilmeden- onun orucunun sevâbının bir misli sevâb alır." (Tirmizî)

Orucun sadece yeyip içmeyi ve cinsî alâkayı kesmekten ibâret olduğunu zannetme. Peygamberimiz (s.a.v.) şöyle buyuruyorlar: "Nice oruç tutanlar vardır ki, onların oruçları sadece açlık ve susuzluktan ibarettir." (Müsned-i Ahmed) Böyle kimseler oruçluyken vücudun diğer organlarını günâhlardan korumayanlardır. Nitekim Peygamberimiz (s.a.v.) buyuruyor ki: "Kim yalanı ve yalanla iş yapmayı terk etmezse, bilsin ki Allâh'ın onun yeme ve içmeyi terk etmesine ihtiyacı yoktur." (Buhârî) Tam ve kâmil bir oruç, bütün organlarını, göz, kulak, dil, el, ayak ve diğer organlarını Allâh (c.c.)'un yasak ettiği şeylerden, günâhlardan korumakla tutulan oruçtur. Oruçluyken gözünü harama bakmaktan, dilini haram ve faydasız şeyler konuşmaktan, kulağını Allâh (c.c.)'un haram ettiği şeyleri dinlemekten koruman icap eder. Mideni ve cinsiyet organını koruduğun gibi diğer bütün organlarını da günâhtan korumalısın. Peygamberimiz (s.a.v.) buyuruyorlar ki:"Beş şey oruçlunun sevâbım yok eder: Yalan söylemek, gıybet etmek, koğuculuk yapmak, yalan yere yemin etmek, helâli olmayan bir kimseye şehvetle bakmak." Hz. Peygamber (s.a.v) şöyle buyurdu; "Bakış, Şeytân'ın zehirli oklarından bir oktur. Kim Allâh korkusundan dolayı harama bakmayı terk ederse, Allâh ona öyle bir imân verir ki, o kimse bunun tadını kalbinin ta derinliklerinde hisseder." (Hâkim) Peygamberimiz (s.a.v.) şöyle buyuruyorlar: "Gıybet yapanla gıybet yapanı dinleyen gıybetin günâhına ortakdırlar." "Oruç, koruyucu bir kalkandır. Sizden herhangi biriniz oruçluyken kötü söz söylemesin, haddini aşıp kötülük yapmasın, câhilce hareket etmesin, bir kimse kendisine öldüresiye saldırsa veya sövse bile, ben oruçluyum desin, ona karşılık vermesin." (Buhârî) (İmâm Gazâlî, Nasıl İyi Bir Kul Olunur?, s.269-272)

Âlimler, Hz. Peygamber (s.a.v.)'in vârisleridir. Âlimlerin vâris olmasından, beyân konusunda vâris olduğu kimsenin yerini almaları lâzım gelir. Peygamber (s.a.v.)'e beyân farz olduğuna göre, aynı şekilde vârise de farz olacaktır. Tebliğin esası, şer'î hükümlerin açıklanmasıdır. Tebliğden sonra, âlimler tarafından yapılan tebliğ de, ilk tebliğ gibidir. Âlimlere nisbetle bu konuda gelen deliller çoktur. Allâhü Teâlâ şöyle buyurmuştur: "Gerçekten, Allâh'ın indirdiği Kitap'tan bir şeyi gizlemede bulunup, onu az bir değere değişenler var ya, onların karınlarına tıkındıkları ancak ateştir." (Bakara s. 174) "Hâkkı bâtıla karıştırmayın ve bile bile hakkı gizlemeyin." (Bakara s. 42) "Allâh tarafından kendisine bildirilen gerçeği gizleyenden daha zâlim kim olabilir." (Bakara s. 140) Hadis-i şeriflerde de şöyle buyurulur: "Dikkat edin! Burada bulunanlarınız, bulunmayanlara tebliğ etsin." (Buhârî) "Hased (gıpta) ancak iki kişi hakkında caizdir: Birincisi, Allâh (c.c.)'un kendisine mal verdiği ve o malı hak yolunda harcamaya muvaffak kıldığı kimsedir, ikincisi de, Allâh (c.c.)'un kendisine hikmet (ilim) verdiği kimsedir; onunla âmel eder ve onu öğretir." (Buhârî) "Kıyâmet alâmetlerinden biri de, ilmin kaldırılmış olması ve cehaletin ortaya çıkmasıdır." (Buhârî) Yani eğer âlimlerin mevcut olması sebebiyle ilim mevcut olsaydı, kendilerine düşen görev gereği olmak üzere o ilmi izhâr ederler ve böylece cehâlet ortaya çıkmazdı. Bu da, âlimlerin görevinin ilmi yaymak olduğunu gösterir. Bu konuda vârid olan hadisler pek çoktur. Beyân görevinin âlimler üzerine vacip olduğunda herhangi bir görüş ayrılığı yoktur. Beyân ise, gelen nasslara ve yönelen yükümlülüklere ait ilk açıklamaları kapsar. (Şatıbi, el-Muvâfakat; İslâmi İlimler Metodolojisi, c.3, s.290-291)

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İslam'da çok eşliliğin belirli sınırlar içinde caiz olduğu, “Eğer yetimlerin hakkına riayet edemeyeceğinizden korkarsanız, beğendiğiniz kadınlardan ikişer, üçer, dörder nikâhlayın.” (Nisâ s. 3) ayet-i kerimesi ile sabittir. Sahih-i Buhârî'de geçtiği üzere, Urve bin Zübeyr (r.a.), Hz. Âişe (r.anha) validemize bu ayetin neden indirildiğini sormuş, Hz. Âişe (r.anha)'da şu bilgiyi vermiştir: “Ey kardeşimin oğlu! Bazı yetimler, velilerinin gözetiminde ve terbiyesinde bulunur. Velileri, bu yetimlerin malına ve güzelliğine ilgi duyarak, onlarla olması gerekenden daha düşük bir mehir karşılığında evlenmeye kalkışırlar. İşte bu ayetle veliler, adaleti sağlamaya davet edilmiş; yetimlerle adil bir şekilde mehir belirlemeden evlenmekten men edilerek, kendileri için helal olan başka kadınlarla evlenmelerine izin verilmiştir.” Buradan anlaşılıyor ki, adil İslam hukukumuz, yetimlerin hakkına riayet etmeyen, dinî ve insani değerlere uygun olmayan davranışları erkeklere yasaklamış ve onları doğru bir yola yönlendirmiştir. Bu ilâhî emirleri yerine getiren bir Müslüman, hiçbir zaman kendi arzularına veya şahsi çıkarlarına göre hareket ederek himayesi altındaki yetimlerin haklarına ve hayat saadetine zarar veremez. Ancak meşrû sınırlar içinde hareket ederek, beğendiği kadınlarla adalete riayet etmek şartıyla dörde kadar evlenebilir. Bu hüküm, şer'î bir izinle sabit olduğu için, kimsenin bu uygulamaya itiraz etmeye hakkı yoktur. (Misvak Neşriyat, Ömer Nasuhi Bilmen, Makaleler, s. 107)

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Eğer Kur'ân'ın bütün mânâları tamamlan-mış olmasaydı, o zaman ona böyle denmesi doğru olmazdı. Daha buna benzer, Kur'ân'ın hidayet, kalplerde bulunan her şeye şifa oldu-ğunu belirten ayetler bulunmaktadır. Kalplerde bulunan her şeye şifâ olabilmesi için, onun her şeyin açıklamasını, çözümünü içermesi gerek-lidir. Bunu bildiren hadisler ve selefe ait sözler de vardır. Meselâ Hz. Peygamber (s.a.v.) şöy-le buyurmuştur: “Şüphesiz ki bu Kur'ân, Al-lâh (c.c.)'un ipidir. O apaçık nurdur, faydalı şifâdır. Kendisine tutunan kimse için o, bir korunaktır. O, kendisine tâbi olan için bir kurtuluştur. Ona uyan eğrilmez ki, doğrul-tulsun; sapmaz ki azarlansın. Onun hayret edilecek yönleri bitmez, çokça tekrarla-maktan dolayı eskimez.” (Dârimî)Kur'ân'ın mutlak surette Allâh (c.c.)'un ipi, faydalı şifâ olması, onun her yönden tam oldu-ğunun delilidir. Benzeri bir hadis Hz. Ali (r.a.) vasıtasıyla da rivayet edilmiştir. İbn Mesûd (r.a.)'den şöyle rivayet edilmiştir: “Her ziya-fet veren, verdiği ziyafete gelinmesini se-ver. Allâh (c.c.)'un ziyafeti de Kur'ân'dır” (Dârimî) Hz. Âişe (r.anhâ)'ya Hz. Peygamber (s.a.v.)'in ahlâkının nasıl olduğunu sorarlar. Cevâbında: “Onun ahlâkı Kur'ân'dı” (Buhârî) der. Onun bu sözünü Kur'ân da: “Şüphesiz sen yüce bir ahlâk üzeresin” (Kalem s. 4) ayeti ile tasdik eder. Katâde (r.a.): “Kur'ân ile hem-hâl olan kimse ondan ya bir ziyadelik ya da bir noksanlık ile ayrılır” demiş ve arkasından: “Kur'ân'dan inananlara rahmet ve şifa olan şeyler indiriyoruz. O, zâlimlerin ise sadece kaybını artırır” (İsrâ s. 82) ayetini okumuştur.(Şatıbi, el-Muvâfakât; İslâmi İlimler Metodolojisi, c.3, s.355-356)

JoAnne’s Christmas Curse: Part 1 The Merry Misadventures of the Christmas Cursed. Based on a post by Todd 1 72, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The Curse. JoAnne forced her way brusquely through the dense crowd toward the Thai place on the corner. Lord, she hated holiday shopping; screaming brats, the jarring sounds of ringing bells, the constant fucking "gimme, gimme, gimme" of the damn "charity" workers. As if they weren't really there to guilt you into forking over the goddamn money. And all these fucking people just kept on bumping against her, wrinkling her $2000 black skirt and jacket power suit. Didn't they have somewhere to be, didn't people work anymore? Just as she broke free of the crowd, she half-ran-into and half-plowed-over a diminutive blonde girl in some kind of Christmas outfit, sending packages skittering across the frozen ground and knocking the mini-skirted kid on her ass. Great, what the fuck was a kid doing out in the middle of the day anyway; JoAnne stopped. From the size of her boobs, this was no kid; a midget? Crap, they used something else now, like small person or some shit. The blonde glared at her through her skewed hair while she straightened her tilted elf hat for a second, then caught herself and smiled, although, honestly, it looked a little more like she was gritting her teeth. "Merry Christmas, huh?" JoAnne rolled her eyes and started to walk on. "Hey! Aren't you going to help me get all this shit picked up?" JoAnne looked over her shoulder at the flustered little blonde. "Fuck off, I'm busy" and pushed her way into the Restaurant. Finding her way to her usual seat, as she brushed her short, platinum blonde hair back, she sat and pointed at the waitress who immediately ran to the kitchen to get her order started and get her a damn drink. JoAnne pulled out her blackberry and started to pull up her emails; about 10 seconds later her system froze. Shit. The chair across from her pulled out. Without looking up, JoAnne growled. "I don't need any company, and I need space to work. Fuck off." Even with her cold demeanor, her pale skin, white blonde hair and blue eyes drew more attention than she'd ever wanted. Nothing happened. When she looked up, the tiny honey blonde from outside was leaning back in the chair, staring at her with her arms crossed under her outsized boobs. She looked a like a distinctly adult-oriented version of an elf; long blonde hair, pointy ears, a micro-miniskirt and a huge rack that barely stayed in her costume. Despite the rosy cheeks and turned up nose, though, the twinkle in her eyes looked extremely icy. JoAnne sighed. Oh well, if the little bitch wanted to be a problem, she'd have her thrown out. She started to look around for a waiter, then realized nobody was moving. Nobody at all. Inside or in the vast crowd outside. No sound. Everything was frozen. She looked back at the girl, who slowly arched her left eyebrow in an overly dramatic fashion. "Look Sister, I'd tell you not to do anything stupid, but that would be wasted effort. You can't do anything, you're stuck in that chair until I say otherwise. Elf. Christmas. Magic. Bitch." JoAnne started to protest, but her mouth simply froze as the Elf raised her hand. "Don't bother. This isn't a dream. You didn't fall and hit your head. You haven't even had a drink today yet. And it sure as fuck-all wasn't that nasty bran concoction you had for breakfast. On your salary you eat sawdust for breakfast? Fuck, eat a good breakfast and spend five more minutes on the damn elliptical." She waved her hand and JoAnne found she could speak again. "Look if you want an apology;” The Elf cut her off again "It wouldn't be sincere and you wouldn't learn a god damn thing. Don't bullshit me, Baby, I'm a whole lot older than I look. Besides, I have your file." She leaned back, reached two fingers into her ample cleavage and pulled out an ornate, gilt edged scroll, untied it and began to read over it: "Let's see; JoAnne Steadmann, age 32. No personal relationships. Wow, that sucks. You seem to have a severe case of Greed, brought on by a Self-Centered Nature and a Lack of Human Empathy, which seems to have developed around puberty;” Her voice trailed off as she read more. Then: "Damn!? You're Frigid? No Orgasms? No wonder you're a grade-A Bitch! Hell, I wouldn't wish that on anyone! Got your cherry popped in High School, but didn't enjoy it at all. And you didn't even experiment at Wellesley? Damn that's like the lickety-slit capitol of the world. You missed out on a whole lot of the sweet stuff there, Baby." JoAnne just glared at her. Whatever the hell this was about, the little blonde bitch had no right digging into her personal life. "On the bright side you're not entirely freaked out by this, and that's rarer than you think. Too many people have lost belief in Christmas magic; they can lose it completely when shit like this happens. You're pretty enough in platinum-blonde-career bitch sort of way. And, according to Records Division, you never developed any real sex aversions, so that's good;” Shaking her head, the Elf hastily re-rolled the scroll, tucked it back between her oversized boobs, then leaned forward looking intently into JoAnne's eyes. "I can fix this; but I have to follow the rules. I'm not allowed to just go around helping humanity; free will and all that shit. But I can inflict a Christmas lesson on you because you denied the True Meaning of Christmas. You were rude. To an Elf. Within the Fortnight of Christmas." JoAnne leaned back in shock. "Is this going to be one of those ghosts things? I;” The Elf shook her head "Ghosts wouldn't help you at all." She paused. "God, I love that one, it's a classic but it won't work here. I am giving you the gift of Lust. I am removing most of your inhibitions; the sexual ones anyway and 'cursing' you so that at least once a day until Midnight on Christmas Eve, you're going to find yourself in a situation that ends up in sex of some kind or other. Nothing dangerous, nothing that will destroy your life. You may end up feeling a little used and a bit humiliated, but you'll like it. Besides, a little humility would do you a lot of good, Sunshine." JoAnne felt her anger flare "Nobody uses;” And just as quickly found herself muted as the Elf stood up. "Alright, let's get this show on the road, I've got some fucking Joy to spread by the end of the day. Gimme the panties, you won't be needing them." JoAnne tried to resist, but found herself standing, reaching under her skirt and pulling off her black silk underwear and handing them over. She watched in disgust as the little Elf held them up to her nose and breathed in deeply. The Elf shook her head sadly and looked at JoAnne. "Nothing. Just Fabric softener and soap. You really are Frigid. I'm fixing that right now." She stepped over to JoAnne and reached up under her skirt. JoAnne felt the Elf's very warm hand cup her crotch. The Elf looked her in the eye "Damn. Closed up tighter than a bank vault." She rubbed her palm back and forth for a second. "Ah, there it is!" JoAnne's knees nearly gave out and she almost fell to the ground as she felt something hot surge through her whole body, but the Elf steadied her and guided her back into her seat. As Joanne watched, the Elf licked her fingertips delicately. "Much better." "That was your First Orgasm. It's been sort of stuck in the gate for a damn long time. It was a little weak from the time attenuation, so the next time it will feel better." JoAnne stiffened. "Buh, better?" "More powerful, longer." JoAnne couldn't even imagine that. The Elf continued on without really noticing JoAnne's reaction. "Here's the deal, you get a little something every day, each day gets a little more extreme and a little more intense. I've used this one a lot; it was practically standard in Vicki's day; Queen Victoria. It will be a real experience, but you can handle it. Still, if it gets to be too much, call my name three times; its 'Holly Mistletoe" and I'll pop in to help. If you really need it." Suddenly, with a sound like a balloon popping in reverse, Holly was gone and everything was in motion. The waitress rushed up with her drink; which she drank in one gulp, and her food arrived almost immediately. She managed to catch her breath and tried to act normal, although she just didn't have it in her to bitch at the waitress for being too slow like she usually did. She even caught herself leaving a much larger tip than usual. She must be shaken up. The Tattoo. JoAnne slipped into her desk; the walk back had been weird. She'd been so damn conscious of not wearing any underwear, and she normally never thought about; that. And she felt almost feverishly warm, with everybody bumping into her. She kept wondering if they somehow knew she was panty-less. Worse yet, she guiltily realized she kind of liked the idea. She had practically run by her new red-headed secretary and locked herself in the office. She started to buzz the secretary. With a start she realized she couldn't remember her secretary's name. She had just gotten rid of Samantha, the brunette; JoAnne never kept a secretary very long. She was concerned about secretaries learning too much about her; shuffling them back into the secretarial pool after 6 weeks or two big deals. What was the name of the name of the new one; thin, red hair, pixie cut, pointy nose; Lori? No. Lisa? No. Lil; Lillian. That was it. She punched the intercom on her phone. "Lillian, could you bring me a glass of water please?" A somewhat puzzled, "Yes, Ma'am," came back. Which made sense, after all, JoAnne never asked for anything, she ordered things, and she never, ever said please. Lillian quietly and efficiently brought her the water, then stepped out. As she left JoAnne watched her ass sway under her cream colored skirt. It was awfully perky and cute. JoAnne squeaked. She never, ever thought about things like that. She felt warmth growing between her thighs, more and more intense, like an itch that needed a scratch, but much, much more; personal. She shifted and tried to concentrate on work, but the only emails she had were autoreplies informing her that the recipients would be back after Christmas break. A curious tingling was growing just above her privates. She frantically pulled her skirt up and looked down. All her pubic hair was gone, except for a neatly trimmed patch just above her cunt in the shape of a holly leaf. Even more of a shock, just to the left of it was a tiny incredibly intricate tattoo of a mistletoe ball on crossed candy canes. She could just make out the words "Christmas Magic. Bitch." woven into the mistletoe. Shit. Shit. Shit. How the hell do you explain that to your gynecologist? Maybe it was one of those stick on tattoos, she could just rub it. The second she started rubbing, she knew she'd made a mistake. The feeling shot over her like arcs of electricity; she felt her lips go numb, her legs began to shake and her nipples grew achingly hard; she could make out the tips through the fabric of her blouse. She wanted to stop, she really did, but she couldn't; her fingers were playing with her lips and clit almost instantly. Without stopping, she managed to pull her skirt up around her waist and pull open her jacket and shirt. She couldn't get the fucking bra off, but while she massaged her clit she reached inside the bra and began to pinch and tweak her rock hard nipples. She was so wet that her fingers slipped inside without her even realizing it. First one, then a second. She felt her orgasm hit like a train, then a second, then a third, leaving her gasping, barely able to move in her slowly rotating chair. After a few minutes she rearranged herself into some semblance of order, although her shirt and her jacket were each missing a button. No surprise there. Still, she felt better than could ever remember feeling; relaxed, warm and comfortable. She managed to make it through the next few hours, before she decided to leave. Lillian was watching her curiously; not too surprising since she never left before 5:00. JoAnne heard herself say, "Go ahead and take a couple hours, you probably have some Christmas shopping to do or something." That got a warm smile and a "Thank you". The rest of the evening was normal, although she did finger herself; just a little; in the shower. The Package. The next morning, as JoAnne dressed for work, a number of things became obvious. First off, most of her clothing was missing; not one bra or panty was in the condominium. Even the bra she'd had on yesterday had disappeared from the hamper. There was a card sitting on the kitchen island; from Holly; advising her that she would "get those Manhattan Career Bitch costumes back later" if she still wanted them. All her severe black suits were gone as well; they were replaced with very expensive looking red silk suits of a similar type with slightly shorter skirts and sheer white silk blouses with decidedly more "decisive" necklines. Her shoes had changed too; color and about an inch more heel, although they proved surprisingly comfortable. The morning passed fairly productively; with only a couple of odd glances from Lillian. To be on the safe side, she decided to order lunch in the office, but it was almost two in the afternoon before anything happened. Lillian buzzed: "Miss, there's a bike messenger with a package; he says I can't sign for it." "Send him in." A tall, muscular, dark haired guy with a small, brightly colored box walked in. "Sorry, instructions were explicit, you'll have to sign for it." JoAnne sighed and reached for the box; as soon as she touched it, one end popped open and something fell out onto the desk. A vibrator. An enormous, brightly colored vibrator. And of course it hit right on the on/off button. She and the messenger watched it buzz around in a circle on her desktop for a long second before she grabbed it and fumbled it off. "I, uh, this friend;” "No problem. Short blonde woman; she looked like a joker, all dressed up like an elf. Had a hell of a smirk. I figured it was some kind of practical joke." JoAnne watched his firm ass as he left. Lillian followed her gaze as he walked out. "Just want to bite that and hang on." Instead of admonishing her to be more professional, JoAnne found herself nodding and smiling like an idiot. She suddenly caught herself, then hastily shut the door and retreated to her office. The vibrator stared at her from the center of her desk. It was red and white striped, of course. About 8 inches long, had little gumdrop-like rubber nobs all over it and a bullet like tip of gold metal. She decided to stick it in a desk drawer. Another mistake. As soon as she picked it up, the tingling between her thighs began again, and she couldn't physically put the vibrator down. She reached with her empty hand and clicked the intercom on the phone. "Lillian. Hold my calls." "Yes, Miss." There was something in Lillian's voice, but JoAnne realized she didn't have time to deal with it; the tingling was so intense it was almost painful; and she felt like she was suffocating in her suit; it seemed like her clothes were lined with lead weights. She fumbled her skirt off and opened her blouse and shirt, exposing her tits to the cool office air. Her nipples were standing out like fucking spikes and she could feel wetness between her thighs. Good Lord. Her pussy was absolutely dripping. JoAnne clicked on the vibrator and began to run the tip over her excited nipples. She moaned loudly; it was a damn good thing the office was soundproof. Fuck, that felt amazing. She licked her fingers and got her nipples really wet so they stiffened even more with the cold and the vibrator. Damn, how long could they get? Her breath was coming in short pants as she slumped in the chair, and hooked each leg over a chair arm, spreading herself wide open. "Fah-Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Pinching her nipples with her free hand she ran the vibrator all over her inner thighs, eliciting more hot juice from an already wide open and steaming pussy. When she couldn't wait any longer, she began to run the tip of the vibrator over her pussy lips; she planned to do it for a while, but when the tip hit her swollen clit, she spilled over into orgasm, screaming as quietly as she could. "Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes!" As the spasms died away she meant to put the vibrator down and get dressed but her hands seemed to have minds of their own, her free hand spread her pussy lips wide open while she danced the vibrator in and out, just an inch or so; then she plunged it into the gaping hole, screaming loudly as the orgasms exploded through her. Even then, as she pulled the wet shaft out of herself, her hand seemed to slip and the tip slipped down below her cunt, resting against her asshole. The vibrations felt good. Surprisingly good; almost; she felt another orgasm building. This time she did it; she began to frantically rub her clit with her free hand while she gently pushed the tip of the vibrator into her ass. By the time this orgasm settled, she realized had three fingers up her twat and had shoved the vibrator into her ass almost four inches. Still though, she felt in command enough to stop. She switched off the vibrator and shakily dressed herself, thanking God for soundproofing. After she caught her breath, she dropped the vibrator into her purse and clicked the intercom. "Lillian, you, uh, can resume forwarding my calls." "Yes, Miss." Very definitely a smile in her voice. Fuck her, all she could do would be to spread rumors, and if she did she would be back in the secretarial pool without the executive bonus pay. The rest of the day passed quietly and she decided that on her way out she would feel out if Lillian was going to say anything. As she stepped out the door she watched the cute redhead suppress a wicked little smile. "Lillian, I thought it would be a good idea;” Lillian intercepted the thought "...to remind me that secretaries do not discuss their bosses activities with anyone at all. It's in the confidentiality agreement we sign when we get sent up from the pool." At first JoAnne was appalled that Lillian would cut in like that, but she decided to try to be nice; a very different tack for her. "Umm, yeah. I just didn't want any rumors to, you know, start." Lillian smiled mischievously. "I won't say anything to anyone, but maybe next time you might want to completely shut your blinds. And maybe turn off the intercom. Luckily, I was on headset. I don't mind sharing, yesterday sounded great. Today sounded exquisite and looked even better; but if you want privacy;” JoAnne stared at the communication window to the office; it was open nearly a foot. She was sure it had been closed yesterday; and she was the only one with a remote for it. Even the intercom could only be turned on from inside the office. She must have left it on when she; she began to turn bright red, then raced from the office. The Glass Elevator. The next day was Saturday, her only real day off this week; Sunday was a teleconference with Japan from the office, so she had to go in. She stayed burrowed into her bed almost until noon; she just couldn't figure out what to do about the office. If she stayed in her apartment, she might end up masturbating, but at least she would be doing it without an audience. Just the thought of Lillian listening to her and watching her made her feel; uncomfortable, but somehow it didn't feel as bad as it should have, which worried her even more. She finally had to get out of bed to pee; and of course, her pajamas had disappeared overnight. She went to put on a robe at least, but the only thing in the apartment was a red skirt and white shirt combo that looked like they might be made of tissue paper, and a dark red overcoat, a bit too warm for the apartment, but suitable for the snow outside. And of course, red fuck-me shoes. After a moment of irritation she pulled on the skirt and shirt; she might as well have been walking around topless for all the shirt covered her tits, and the skirt was about one centimeter below her ass cheeks. She went over to the refrigerator; not one stick of food. Damn. Her phone battery was dead; she'd apparently forgotten to plug it in. By the time she lifted the receiver on her house phone, she wasn't surprised to find the line dead. She sat down in her easy chair and turned on the TV. She would just wait it out; the phone line would be back soon. Four hours later, with her stomach complaining, and only cooking shows on, she gave up. If she just zipped downstairs, she could grab some food at one of the trendy-take out joints and be back up in fifteen minutes. She looked in the mirror. A class A slut stared back at her; nipples obvious through the shirt, skirt so short it should be illegal. Looked kind of yummy in a way though. She grabbed the bulky wool overcoat and buttoned it completely. Key card. Wallet. She headed out. The internal elevators were out, so she took the glass elevator on the outside of the building; she could see the whole city; the crowds of people looking up at the elevator as it came down. It didn't take long to get her Cuban sandwich and head back. Which was good, the coat was a little warm, even with snowy weather. As she neared the elevator, she heard a familiar voice. "Trying to hide, today?" JoAnne whirled. Holly was perched on a concrete stanchion toying with an oversize Santa hat. JoAnne started to speak, but a wave of Holly's hand cut her off mute. "Take the hat, you'll need it." JoAnne grabbed the hat; and with the same odd reverse pop, Holly simply vanished. JoAnne sprinted for the elevator; this couldn't be good. Get home. Get home. Get; The now familiar tingling almost overwhelmed her, as the elevator door closed. JoAnne jammed the oversize hat on her head and slipped a hand inside the overcoat to push the skirt up and found; nothing. No skirt, no shirt; her clothes had evaporated. She couldn't stop to fight it; she began fingering herself furiously, three fingers slipping into her hole almost instantly. As the elevator crept up, she realized her coat was evaporating like smoke. She felt tears form as the elevator ground to a halt just three floors up; she was fully visible to the crowd. A crazy naked woman, masturbating in an elevator, wearing nothing but a hat! A hat, she was relieved to note, that obscured her hair and face completely. People were stopping to stare; to her horror, she realized she liked it; hell, she loved it! A middle-aged man pulled out a cell phone and snapped her picture as she managed to fit a fourth finger up her gaping pussy. Hot cunt juice flowed over JoAnne’s hand; she began to cum, over, and over; thinking about all those people watching her. At some point, the elevator began to move upward; just in time as an old lady dragged the building's doorman around to see. Snow thickened around the building, obscuring the ascending elevator. It stopped a floor below hers and refused to move further. She grabbed her purse and food and crept up the stairs; the security camera lights were dark; probably thanks to Holly. JoAnne managed to slip into her apartment, although she had had to hide in the stairwell while three people walked by. Once in her apartment, she collapsed on the bed, just in time to hear her email ping on the computer. She almost ignored it, but the timing. The email was from NaughtyList@northpole.org; and it was a video entitled; "Mystery woman puts on Christmas show." With a sinking heart, she opened the file and watched herself masturbating in front of hundreds of men and women, wearing just a Santa hat. According to the file, nearly 500,000 people had watched the video. Half a million people watching her? This time, she was pretty sure it wasn't Elf magic, but either way, she spent the next hour with her new vibrator buried in her pussy, pumping it like a jack hammer. She wasn't sure how many orgasms she had; one helluva lot. She managed to eat her food, then sank into a deep sleep. Video Tele Conference. Sunday morning, JoAnne woke late, and ended up rushing to the office; the red outfits were miraculously back, although she noticed the skirts were shorter. She decided on a businesslike demeanor. Ignore everything with Lillian. Blame it on medication; if she had to. By the time she arrived, a harassed-looking Lillian was already there, clicking cables into position. "Thank god you're here. The main video teleconference is down, so I'd setting up your desk so you can have both slides and video feed. The partners have called three times already. We are good on this end, but Japan is having problems with dual video. They will be able to hear you, but only see the slides and the video, not you. The partners will be listening in on the phone." JoAnne slipped into her chair, just in time to hear the chime of the video teleconference, coming on line. "Mister Nakamura;” her foot kicked a cable and the video feed went dark. She signaled to Lillian while she continued her spiel. Lillian looked under the desk, grabbed some tape and crawled under. After a few mumbled curses from Lillian, the video feed from Japan came back on. JoAnne started to push her chair back, to let Lillian out, but the video flickered again and she felt Lillian pull her back. A few seconds later, Lillian pushed a note into her hand. "Your chair hooked on cables, if you push back, lose whole Video Tele Conference." JoAnne finished her spiel, then turned on the 40 minute auto presentation, and muted her own audio. "Okay, it's on autopilot. And mute." Lillian pushed her head up on JoAnne's thigh and eyed the control critically "Good, it really is on mute. You haven't had a good track record with mute lately, just wanted to check. The chair clipped a wire, I will replace it tomorrow; but don't try to push back right now, or the Video Conference will go down for good, I wouldn't be able to reroute without a whole new set of cables. You seem stressed." JoAnne sighed. "You have no idea." "I can fix that." JoAnne started to respond, but Lillian's meaning became clear as she spread JoAnne's knees apart and began to settle in between them. JoAnne tried to resist, but her thighs seemed to drift even further apart on their own, and she even lifted as Lillian unzipped her skirt and slid it off. JoAnne stopped even trying to resist, just leaning back and letting Lillian's quick and talented tongue slide her up one orgasm after another. Lillian had slid her own clothes off and was fingering herself as she ate JoAnne. Lillian seemed to orgasm in time with her. After a few minutes, JoAnne heard Lillian's fingers pumping in and out of her hot wet tunnel. All too soon, the auto-play pinged and JoAnne had to return to her speech, although Lillian continued tonguing her gently throughout. The response to the presentation was more than good; the order from Japan was at least three times larger than she had anticipated in her best case scenario, so it was no surprise when the partners called her, and told her to come on down to the office. After one more good cum, she untangled herself from the desk, the chair, and Lillian. "Look, I have to go down there;” Lillian smiled cheerfully, but with a wicked edge "It's okay; I have to go to a family thing anyway. At least now it will be easier to put up with. By the way, I love your ‘lawn and landscaping’; and that is the cutest little tattoo; I never heard you like Christmas that much." She gave JoAnne a warm kiss; which tasted of candy canes. As JoAnne Walked out, she could hear Lillian putting things up; and whistling a cheery Christmas tune. The meeting with the partners went particularly well; and Robert, the older brother; commented that he had never seen her more relaxed and in control. That night she fell asleep, wondering what it would be like to return the favor to Lillian; while she used her now-indispensable vibrator on herself. Hard Dictation. The next morning, in the shower, JoAnne realized her little tuft of designer pubic hair hadn't grown out at all; in fact, it looked kind of, well, glittery, like gold glitter along the edges of the naughty holly leaf. All the red clothes were still there, although the skirts seemed even shorter, and there were little emerald holly pins on each lapel. As she picked up her purse, she found a small scroll on top. In shining gilt letters it said: "Sometimes it is better to give, than receive. Be sure to give a Lil' something." JoAnne actually smiled at the blunt hint, as if she hadn't been thinking about Lillian already. She was waking up hornier every damn morning. Still though, the office was mayhem; frantic arrangements to make sure the Japan orders were completed on time, after action reports and a hasty lunch meeting with the partners combined to keep her from even talking to Lillian for more than a second or two, and that about work. Just as she sat down at her desk from the lunch meeting, the intercom buzzed. "Messenger service again, Miss." "Send him in." The same bike messenger walked in, carrying another Holiday package. Even though she knew the package would pop open, she didn't bother to try to stop it. She had a suspicion that if she tried to stop the Elf curse, it would up the ante. He held the box over the desk, and suddenly the bottom flaps dropped open, of their own doing. This time, the packages contents hit the desk with a thud, and didn't move. Some kind of black leather belt contraption, attached to a huge candy-cane striped dildo. She rolled her eyes "My friend is a little;” "Smart ass? Yeah, the little blonde chick, in some kind of Christmas elf get up; kept giggling to herself." "Just like last time" JoAnne presumed. "I'll take your word on that." As he left, JoAnne watched his muscular ass, and puzzled over his words. He'd been there, how often? To vibrators falling out of packages, anyway? After he left, she grinned wickedly; give a Lil' something? She had just the thing. She tucked it into her top drawer. Then cleared the top of her desk off completely. "Lillian? I need you to come in; and take dictation for me." "Yes, Miss Steadmann." Lillian entered. "Your schedule is cleared until tomorrow morning, Miss JoAnne. Both your afternoon appointments just called in and cancelled." JoAnne glanced at the closed office door. Locked, and the blinds were fully closed. She stood up and looked out the office window into the flurries. "Lillian, we need to talk about a performance reward." "Actually, I'm maxed out this year; I was on the CBN team earlier this year. I can't get any more cash awards until next year. JoAnne turned around and backed Lillian up against the desk. "That isn't exactly what I had in mind." Pinning Lillian against the desk, Joanne kissed her hungrily, forcing her tongue into Lillian's mouth. She had Lillian's skirt unzipped and dropped to the floor and her blouse and bra off in seconds. She gently pressed Lillian back until the blonde girl was lying back on the desk, clad in only a mint green thong. JoAnne slid the thong down Lillian's long legs, eyeing Lillian's obviously wet cunt, with its little topping of strawberry blonde hair. Without thinking, she brought the panties to her face and breathed in deeply. They were filled with a musky, heady scent that made her mouth water. She looked right into Lillian's eyes and said, "Aren't you just a horny little thing!" Lillian let her legs fall open. "You have no idea;” "I can fix that." She dropped the thong onto the skirt and slid in between Lillian's creamy thighs, dropping her own skirt and jacket as she did so. She didn't hesitate at all; her mouth closed over Lillian's swollen pink pussy and she began to tongue and suck with abandon. She must have been doing something right, because Lillian's sighs turned to moans; then outright screams of ecstasy. JoAnne also fingered herself to orgasm, and only after Lillian had practically passed out, did she let up. Lillian breathed heavily, "God, that was fucking fantastic!" JoAnne reached into her drawer, and pulled out the strap-on dildo; and slipped the straps on while Lillian watched wide-eyed. "Your reward isn't over; yet." Despite the very thick size of the rubber red and white, spiral–striped cock, Lillian was so wet, it slipped into her easily. JoAnne began to thrust slowly in and out. "You like that?" Lillian breathed in deeply, then brought her legs up around JoAnne’s ass, "Yes. But; you can do it harder if you want." JoAnne thrust deeper and faster. Lillian hissed and grabbed JoAnne's tits, in a tight grip. "God, yes. Harder; please; harder" JoAnne began to really pump hard, Lillian seemed to have no problem taking in the big fake cock. "Fuck. Yeah. Give it to me. Harder. Harder. Harder!" JoAnne began to slam it into her as hard as she could. Lillian began to make a weird keening sound. "Don't fucking stop. Oh fuck. Don't stop. Please don't stop!" Just as JoAnne was sure her legs were going to give out, Lillian's eyes shot open, and she arched her back and screamed incredibly loud. JoAnne felt a huge gush of hot pussy juice squirt around the dildo and drench her. Lillian collapsed so suddenly she slid off the giant dildo. "Holy. Shit." As JoAnne slid the strap-on off, Lillian rolled over onto her stomach obviously trying to marshal the strength to get up. JoAnne eyed her perky ass; particularly the little pink asshole. She was almost ready to reach for the strap-on when the phone rang. Lillian grabbed the phone without getting up. "JoAnne Steadmann's office. Lillian speaking. Uh huh, yes;” As Lillian talked on the phone, JoAnne reached down and parted her ass cheeks. She knew she shouldn't but she just couldn't resist bending over and tonguing the little pink rosebud. Lillian squirmed, but didn't try to get away; in fact she brought her knees up a little to help JoAnne. After she had the little pink asshole dripping with saliva, she continued tonguing while gently inserted her forefinger and began to pump it gently in and out. Lillian was slowly thrusting her ass back on the finger and into her face while talking on the phone. But as soon as she finished the phone call, she came up on all fours and began fucking her ass back against JoAnne's face and finger, grinding until she came. This time when they broke apart, she slid to the other side of the desk, eyeing JoAnne warily, but with a wide smile. "Okay, you're just plain kinky. And something about you just turns my inner slut on full power. Still, we have to stop; you have a meeting in 30 minutes. You'd better wash your face and get dressed." Scowling and smiling at the same time, JoAnne struggled into her clothes as did Lillian. Still, Lillian was absolutely glowing, and walking a little slowly, which made JoAnne smile. The meeting lasted until well after business closing, so Lillian was gone when she went back to get her purse and coat. But the mint green thong was carefully arranged in the middle of JoAnne's desk; with a candy cane sitting on it. To be continued in part 2. Based on a post by Todd 1 72, in 2 parts, for Literotica.

JoAnne’s Christmas Curse: Part 1 The Merry Misadventures of the Christmas Cursed. Based on a post by Todd 1 72, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The Curse. JoAnne forced her way brusquely through the dense crowd toward the Thai place on the corner. Lord, she hated holiday shopping; screaming brats, the jarring sounds of ringing bells, the constant fucking "gimme, gimme, gimme" of the damn "charity" workers. As if they weren't really there to guilt you into forking over the goddamn money. And all these fucking people just kept on bumping against her, wrinkling her $2000 black skirt and jacket power suit. Didn't they have somewhere to be, didn't people work anymore? Just as she broke free of the crowd, she half-ran-into and half-plowed-over a diminutive blonde girl in some kind of Christmas outfit, sending packages skittering across the frozen ground and knocking the mini-skirted kid on her ass. Great, what the fuck was a kid doing out in the middle of the day anyway; JoAnne stopped. From the size of her boobs, this was no kid; a midget? Crap, they used something else now, like small person or some shit. The blonde glared at her through her skewed hair while she straightened her tilted elf hat for a second, then caught herself and smiled, although, honestly, it looked a little more like she was gritting her teeth. "Merry Christmas, huh?" JoAnne rolled her eyes and started to walk on. "Hey! Aren't you going to help me get all this shit picked up?" JoAnne looked over her shoulder at the flustered little blonde. "Fuck off, I'm busy" and pushed her way into the Restaurant. Finding her way to her usual seat, as she brushed her short, platinum blonde hair back, she sat and pointed at the waitress who immediately ran to the kitchen to get her order started and get her a damn drink. JoAnne pulled out her blackberry and started to pull up her emails; about 10 seconds later her system froze. Shit. The chair across from her pulled out. Without looking up, JoAnne growled. "I don't need any company, and I need space to work. Fuck off." Even with her cold demeanor, her pale skin, white blonde hair and blue eyes drew more attention than she'd ever wanted. Nothing happened. When she looked up, the tiny honey blonde from outside was leaning back in the chair, staring at her with her arms crossed under her outsized boobs. She looked a like a distinctly adult-oriented version of an elf; long blonde hair, pointy ears, a micro-miniskirt and a huge rack that barely stayed in her costume. Despite the rosy cheeks and turned up nose, though, the twinkle in her eyes looked extremely icy. JoAnne sighed. Oh well, if the little bitch wanted to be a problem, she'd have her thrown out. She started to look around for a waiter, then realized nobody was moving. Nobody at all. Inside or in the vast crowd outside. No sound. Everything was frozen. She looked back at the girl, who slowly arched her left eyebrow in an overly dramatic fashion. "Look Sister, I'd tell you not to do anything stupid, but that would be wasted effort. You can't do anything, you're stuck in that chair until I say otherwise. Elf. Christmas. Magic. Bitch." JoAnne started to protest, but her mouth simply froze as the Elf raised her hand. "Don't bother. This isn't a dream. You didn't fall and hit your head. You haven't even had a drink today yet. And it sure as fuck-all wasn't that nasty bran concoction you had for breakfast. On your salary you eat sawdust for breakfast? Fuck, eat a good breakfast and spend five more minutes on the damn elliptical." She waved her hand and JoAnne found she could speak again. "Look if you want an apology;” The Elf cut her off again "It wouldn't be sincere and you wouldn't learn a god damn thing. Don't bullshit me, Baby, I'm a whole lot older than I look. Besides, I have your file." She leaned back, reached two fingers into her ample cleavage and pulled out an ornate, gilt edged scroll, untied it and began to read over it: "Let's see; JoAnne Steadmann, age 32. No personal relationships. Wow, that sucks. You seem to have a severe case of Greed, brought on by a Self-Centered Nature and a Lack of Human Empathy, which seems to have developed around puberty;” Her voice trailed off as she read more. Then: "Damn!? You're Frigid? No Orgasms? No wonder you're a grade-A Bitch! Hell, I wouldn't wish that on anyone! Got your cherry popped in High School, but didn't enjoy it at all. And you didn't even experiment at Wellesley? Damn that's like the lickety-slit capitol of the world. You missed out on a whole lot of the sweet stuff there, Baby." JoAnne just glared at her. Whatever the hell this was about, the little blonde bitch had no right digging into her personal life. "On the bright side you're not entirely freaked out by this, and that's rarer than you think. Too many people have lost belief in Christmas magic; they can lose it completely when shit like this happens. You're pretty enough in platinum-blonde-career bitch sort of way. And, according to Records Division, you never developed any real sex aversions, so that's good;” Shaking her head, the Elf hastily re-rolled the scroll, tucked it back between her oversized boobs, then leaned forward looking intently into JoAnne's eyes. "I can fix this; but I have to follow the rules. I'm not allowed to just go around helping humanity; free will and all that shit. But I can inflict a Christmas lesson on you because you denied the True Meaning of Christmas. You were rude. To an Elf. Within the Fortnight of Christmas." JoAnne leaned back in shock. "Is this going to be one of those ghosts things? I;” The Elf shook her head "Ghosts wouldn't help you at all." She paused. "God, I love that one, it's a classic but it won't work here. I am giving you the gift of Lust. I am removing most of your inhibitions; the sexual ones anyway and 'cursing' you so that at least once a day until Midnight on Christmas Eve, you're going to find yourself in a situation that ends up in sex of some kind or other. Nothing dangerous, nothing that will destroy your life. You may end up feeling a little used and a bit humiliated, but you'll like it. Besides, a little humility would do you a lot of good, Sunshine." JoAnne felt her anger flare "Nobody uses;” And just as quickly found herself muted as the Elf stood up. "Alright, let's get this show on the road, I've got some fucking Joy to spread by the end of the day. Gimme the panties, you won't be needing them." JoAnne tried to resist, but found herself standing, reaching under her skirt and pulling off her black silk underwear and handing them over. She watched in disgust as the little Elf held them up to her nose and breathed in deeply. The Elf shook her head sadly and looked at JoAnne. "Nothing. Just Fabric softener and soap. You really are Frigid. I'm fixing that right now." She stepped over to JoAnne and reached up under her skirt. JoAnne felt the Elf's very warm hand cup her crotch. The Elf looked her in the eye "Damn. Closed up tighter than a bank vault." She rubbed her palm back and forth for a second. "Ah, there it is!" JoAnne's knees nearly gave out and she almost fell to the ground as she felt something hot surge through her whole body, but the Elf steadied her and guided her back into her seat. As Joanne watched, the Elf licked her fingertips delicately. "Much better." "That was your First Orgasm. It's been sort of stuck in the gate for a damn long time. It was a little weak from the time attenuation, so the next time it will feel better." JoAnne stiffened. "Buh, better?" "More powerful, longer." JoAnne couldn't even imagine that. The Elf continued on without really noticing JoAnne's reaction. "Here's the deal, you get a little something every day, each day gets a little more extreme and a little more intense. I've used this one a lot; it was practically standard in Vicki's day; Queen Victoria. It will be a real experience, but you can handle it. Still, if it gets to be too much, call my name three times; its 'Holly Mistletoe" and I'll pop in to help. If you really need it." Suddenly, with a sound like a balloon popping in reverse, Holly was gone and everything was in motion. The waitress rushed up with her drink; which she drank in one gulp, and her food arrived almost immediately. She managed to catch her breath and tried to act normal, although she just didn't have it in her to bitch at the waitress for being too slow like she usually did. She even caught herself leaving a much larger tip than usual. She must be shaken up. The Tattoo. JoAnne slipped into her desk; the walk back had been weird. She'd been so damn conscious of not wearing any underwear, and she normally never thought about; that. And she felt almost feverishly warm, with everybody bumping into her. She kept wondering if they somehow knew she was panty-less. Worse yet, she guiltily realized she kind of liked the idea. She had practically run by her new red-headed secretary and locked herself in the office. She started to buzz the secretary. With a start she realized she couldn't remember her secretary's name. She had just gotten rid of Samantha, the brunette; JoAnne never kept a secretary very long. She was concerned about secretaries learning too much about her; shuffling them back into the secretarial pool after 6 weeks or two big deals. What was the name of the name of the new one; thin, red hair, pixie cut, pointy nose; Lori? No. Lisa? No. Lil; Lillian. That was it. She punched the intercom on her phone. "Lillian, could you bring me a glass of water please?" A somewhat puzzled, "Yes, Ma'am," came back. Which made sense, after all, JoAnne never asked for anything, she ordered things, and she never, ever said please. Lillian quietly and efficiently brought her the water, then stepped out. As she left JoAnne watched her ass sway under her cream colored skirt. It was awfully perky and cute. JoAnne squeaked. She never, ever thought about things like that. She felt warmth growing between her thighs, more and more intense, like an itch that needed a scratch, but much, much more; personal. She shifted and tried to concentrate on work, but the only emails she had were autoreplies informing her that the recipients would be back after Christmas break. A curious tingling was growing just above her privates. She frantically pulled her skirt up and looked down. All her pubic hair was gone, except for a neatly trimmed patch just above her cunt in the shape of a holly leaf. Even more of a shock, just to the left of it was a tiny incredibly intricate tattoo of a mistletoe ball on crossed candy canes. She could just make out the words "Christmas Magic. Bitch." woven into the mistletoe. Shit. Shit. Shit. How the hell do you explain that to your gynecologist? Maybe it was one of those stick on tattoos, she could just rub it. The second she started rubbing, she knew she'd made a mistake. The feeling shot over her like arcs of electricity; she felt her lips go numb, her legs began to shake and her nipples grew achingly hard; she could make out the tips through the fabric of her blouse. She wanted to stop, she really did, but she couldn't; her fingers were playing with her lips and clit almost instantly. Without stopping, she managed to pull her skirt up around her waist and pull open her jacket and shirt. She couldn't get the fucking bra off, but while she massaged her clit she reached inside the bra and began to pinch and tweak her rock hard nipples. She was so wet that her fingers slipped inside without her even realizing it. First one, then a second. She felt her orgasm hit like a train, then a second, then a third, leaving her gasping, barely able to move in her slowly rotating chair. After a few minutes she rearranged herself into some semblance of order, although her shirt and her jacket were each missing a button. No surprise there. Still, she felt better than could ever remember feeling; relaxed, warm and comfortable. She managed to make it through the next few hours, before she decided to leave. Lillian was watching her curiously; not too surprising since she never left before 5:00. JoAnne heard herself say, "Go ahead and take a couple hours, you probably have some Christmas shopping to do or something." That got a warm smile and a "Thank you". The rest of the evening was normal, although she did finger herself; just a little; in the shower. The Package. The next morning, as JoAnne dressed for work, a number of things became obvious. First off, most of her clothing was missing; not one bra or panty was in the condominium. Even the bra she'd had on yesterday had disappeared from the hamper. There was a card sitting on the kitchen island; from Holly; advising her that she would "get those Manhattan Career Bitch costumes back later" if she still wanted them. All her severe black suits were gone as well; they were replaced with very expensive looking red silk suits of a similar type with slightly shorter skirts and sheer white silk blouses with decidedly more "decisive" necklines. Her shoes had changed too; color and about an inch more heel, although they proved surprisingly comfortable. The morning passed fairly productively; with only a couple of odd glances from Lillian. To be on the safe side, she decided to order lunch in the office, but it was almost two in the afternoon before anything happened. Lillian buzzed: "Miss, there's a bike messenger with a package; he says I can't sign for it." "Send him in." A tall, muscular, dark haired guy with a small, brightly colored box walked in. "Sorry, instructions were explicit, you'll have to sign for it." JoAnne sighed and reached for the box; as soon as she touched it, one end popped open and something fell out onto the desk. A vibrator. An enormous, brightly colored vibrator. And of course it hit right on the on/off button. She and the messenger watched it buzz around in a circle on her desktop for a long second before she grabbed it and fumbled it off. "I, uh, this friend;” "No problem. Short blonde woman; she looked like a joker, all dressed up like an elf. Had a hell of a smirk. I figured it was some kind of practical joke." JoAnne watched his firm ass as he left. Lillian followed her gaze as he walked out. "Just want to bite that and hang on." Instead of admonishing her to be more professional, JoAnne found herself nodding and smiling like an idiot. She suddenly caught herself, then hastily shut the door and retreated to her office. The vibrator stared at her from the center of her desk. It was red and white striped, of course. About 8 inches long, had little gumdrop-like rubber nobs all over it and a bullet like tip of gold metal. She decided to stick it in a desk drawer. Another mistake. As soon as she picked it up, the tingling between her thighs began again, and she couldn't physically put the vibrator down. She reached with her empty hand and clicked the intercom on the phone. "Lillian. Hold my calls." "Yes, Miss." There was something in Lillian's voice, but JoAnne realized she didn't have time to deal with it; the tingling was so intense it was almost painful; and she felt like she was suffocating in her suit; it seemed like her clothes were lined with lead weights. She fumbled her skirt off and opened her blouse and shirt, exposing her tits to the cool office air. Her nipples were standing out like fucking spikes and she could feel wetness between her thighs. Good Lord. Her pussy was absolutely dripping. JoAnne clicked on the vibrator and began to run the tip over her excited nipples. She moaned loudly; it was a damn good thing the office was soundproof. Fuck, that felt amazing. She licked her fingers and got her nipples really wet so they stiffened even more with the cold and the vibrator. Damn, how long could they get? Her breath was coming in short pants as she slumped in the chair, and hooked each leg over a chair arm, spreading herself wide open. "Fah-Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Pinching her nipples with her free hand she ran the vibrator all over her inner thighs, eliciting more hot juice from an already wide open and steaming pussy. When she couldn't wait any longer, she began to run the tip of the vibrator over her pussy lips; she planned to do it for a while, but when the tip hit her swollen clit, she spilled over into orgasm, screaming as quietly as she could. "Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes!" As the spasms died away she meant to put the vibrator down and get dressed but her hands seemed to have minds of their own, her free hand spread her pussy lips wide open while she danced the vibrator in and out, just an inch or so; then she plunged it into the gaping hole, screaming loudly as the orgasms exploded through her. Even then, as she pulled the wet shaft out of herself, her hand seemed to slip and the tip slipped down below her cunt, resting against her asshole. The vibrations felt good. Surprisingly good; almost; she felt another orgasm building. This time she did it; she began to frantically rub her clit with her free hand while she gently pushed the tip of the vibrator into her ass. By the time this orgasm settled, she realized had three fingers up her twat and had shoved the vibrator into her ass almost four inches. Still though, she felt in command enough to stop. She switched off the vibrator and shakily dressed herself, thanking God for soundproofing. After she caught her breath, she dropped the vibrator into her purse and clicked the intercom. "Lillian, you, uh, can resume forwarding my calls." "Yes, Miss." Very definitely a smile in her voice. Fuck her, all she could do would be to spread rumors, and if she did she would be back in the secretarial pool without the executive bonus pay. The rest of the day passed quietly and she decided that on her way out she would feel out if Lillian was going to say anything. As she stepped out the door she watched the cute redhead suppress a wicked little smile. "Lillian, I thought it would be a good idea;” Lillian intercepted the thought "...to remind me that secretaries do not discuss their bosses activities with anyone at all. It's in the confidentiality agreement we sign when we get sent up from the pool." At first JoAnne was appalled that Lillian would cut in like that, but she decided to try to be nice; a very different tack for her. "Umm, yeah. I just didn't want any rumors to, you know, start." Lillian smiled mischievously. "I won't say anything to anyone, but maybe next time you might want to completely shut your blinds. And maybe turn off the intercom. Luckily, I was on headset. I don't mind sharing, yesterday sounded great. Today sounded exquisite and looked even better; but if you want privacy;” JoAnne stared at the communication window to the office; it was open nearly a foot. She was sure it had been closed yesterday; and she was the only one with a remote for it. Even the intercom could only be turned on from inside the office. She must have left it on when she; she began to turn bright red, then raced from the office. The Glass Elevator. The next day was Saturday, her only real day off this week; Sunday was a teleconference with Japan from the office, so she had to go in. She stayed burrowed into her bed almost until noon; she just couldn't figure out what to do about the office. If she stayed in her apartment, she might end up masturbating, but at least she would be doing it without an audience. Just the thought of Lillian listening to her and watching her made her feel; uncomfortable, but somehow it didn't feel as bad as it should have, which worried her even more. She finally had to get out of bed to pee; and of course, her pajamas had disappeared overnight. She went to put on a robe at least, but the only thing in the apartment was a red skirt and white shirt combo that looked like they might be made of tissue paper, and a dark red overcoat, a bit too warm for the apartment, but suitable for the snow outside. And of course, red fuck-me shoes. After a moment of irritation she pulled on the skirt and shirt; she might as well have been walking around topless for all the shirt covered her tits, and the skirt was about one centimeter below her ass cheeks. She went over to the refrigerator; not one stick of food. Damn. Her phone battery was dead; she'd apparently forgotten to plug it in. By the time she lifted the receiver on her house phone, she wasn't surprised to find the line dead. She sat down in her easy chair and turned on the TV. She would just wait it out; the phone line would be back soon. Four hours later, with her stomach complaining, and only cooking shows on, she gave up. If she just zipped downstairs, she could grab some food at one of the trendy-take out joints and be back up in fifteen minutes. She looked in the mirror. A class A slut stared back at her; nipples obvious through the shirt, skirt so short it should be illegal. Looked kind of yummy in a way though. She grabbed the bulky wool overcoat and buttoned it completely. Key card. Wallet. She headed out. The internal elevators were out, so she took the glass elevator on the outside of the building; she could see the whole city; the crowds of people looking up at the elevator as it came down. It didn't take long to get her Cuban sandwich and head back. Which was good, the coat was a little warm, even with snowy weather. As she neared the elevator, she heard a familiar voice. "Trying to hide, today?" JoAnne whirled. Holly was perched on a concrete stanchion toying with an oversize Santa hat. JoAnne started to speak, but a wave of Holly's hand cut her off mute. "Take the hat, you'll need it." JoAnne grabbed the hat; and with the same odd reverse pop, Holly simply vanished. JoAnne sprinted for the elevator; this couldn't be good. Get home. Get home. Get; The now familiar tingling almost overwhelmed her, as the elevator door closed. JoAnne jammed the oversize hat on her head and slipped a hand inside the overcoat to push the skirt up and found; nothing. No skirt, no shirt; her clothes had evaporated. She couldn't stop to fight it; she began fingering herself furiously, three fingers slipping into her hole almost instantly. As the elevator crept up, she realized her coat was evaporating like smoke. She felt tears form as the elevator ground to a halt just three floors up; she was fully visible to the crowd. A crazy naked woman, masturbating in an elevator, wearing nothing but a hat! A hat, she was relieved to note, that obscured her hair and face completely. People were stopping to stare; to her horror, she realized she liked it; hell, she loved it! A middle-aged man pulled out a cell phone and snapped her picture as she managed to fit a fourth finger up her gaping pussy. Hot cunt juice flowed over JoAnne’s hand; she began to cum, over, and over; thinking about all those people watching her. At some point, the elevator began to move upward; just in time as an old lady dragged the building's doorman around to see. Snow thickened around the building, obscuring the ascending elevator. It stopped a floor below hers and refused to move further. She grabbed her purse and food and crept up the stairs; the security camera lights were dark; probably thanks to Holly. JoAnne managed to slip into her apartment, although she had had to hide in the stairwell while three people walked by. Once in her apartment, she collapsed on the bed, just in time to hear her email ping on the computer. She almost ignored it, but the timing. The email was from NaughtyList@northpole.org; and it was a video entitled; "Mystery woman puts on Christmas show." With a sinking heart, she opened the file and watched herself masturbating in front of hundreds of men and women, wearing just a Santa hat. According to the file, nearly 500,000 people had watched the video. Half a million people watching her? This time, she was pretty sure it wasn't Elf magic, but either way, she spent the next hour with her new vibrator buried in her pussy, pumping it like a jack hammer. She wasn't sure how many orgasms she had; one helluva lot. She managed to eat her food, then sank into a deep sleep. Video Tele Conference. Sunday morning, JoAnne woke late, and ended up rushing to the office; the red outfits were miraculously back, although she noticed the skirts were shorter. She decided on a businesslike demeanor. Ignore everything with Lillian. Blame it on medication; if she had to. By the time she arrived, a harassed-looking Lillian was already there, clicking cables into position. "Thank god you're here. The main video teleconference is down, so I'd setting up your desk so you can have both slides and video feed. The partners have called three times already. We are good on this end, but Japan is having problems with dual video. They will be able to hear you, but only see the slides and the video, not you. The partners will be listening in on the phone." JoAnne slipped into her chair, just in time to hear the chime of the video teleconference, coming on line. "Mister Nakamura;” her foot kicked a cable and the video feed went dark. She signaled to Lillian while she continued her spiel. Lillian looked under the desk, grabbed some tape and crawled under. After a few mumbled curses from Lillian, the video feed from Japan came back on. JoAnne started to push her chair back, to let Lillian out, but the video flickered again and she felt Lillian pull her back. A few seconds later, Lillian pushed a note into her hand. "Your chair hooked on cables, if you push back, lose whole Video Tele Conference." JoAnne finished her spiel, then turned on the 40 minute auto presentation, and muted her own audio. "Okay, it's on autopilot. And mute." Lillian pushed her head up on JoAnne's thigh and eyed the control critically "Good, it really is on mute. You haven't had a good track record with mute lately, just wanted to check. The chair clipped a wire, I will replace it tomorrow; but don't try to push back right now, or the Video Conference will go down for good, I wouldn't be able to reroute without a whole new set of cables. You seem stressed." JoAnne sighed. "You have no idea." "I can fix that." JoAnne started to respond, but Lillian's meaning became clear as she spread JoAnne's knees apart and began to settle in between them. JoAnne tried to resist, but her thighs seemed to drift even further apart on their own, and she even lifted as Lillian unzipped her skirt and slid it off. JoAnne stopped even trying to resist, just leaning back and letting Lillian's quick and talented tongue slide her up one orgasm after another. Lillian had slid her own clothes off and was fingering herself as she ate JoAnne. Lillian seemed to orgasm in time with her. After a few minutes, JoAnne heard Lillian's fingers pumping in and out of her hot wet tunnel. All too soon, the auto-play pinged and JoAnne had to return to her speech, although Lillian continued tonguing her gently throughout. The response to the presentation was more than good; the order from Japan was at least three times larger than she had anticipated in her best case scenario, so it was no surprise when the partners called her, and told her to come on down to the office. After one more good cum, she untangled herself from the desk, the chair, and Lillian. "Look, I have to go down there;” Lillian smiled cheerfully, but with a wicked edge "It's okay; I have to go to a family thing anyway. At least now it will be easier to put up with. By the way, I love your ‘lawn and landscaping’; and that is the cutest little tattoo; I never heard you like Christmas that much." She gave JoAnne a warm kiss; which tasted of candy canes. As JoAnne Walked out, she could hear Lillian putting things up; and whistling a cheery Christmas tune. The meeting with the partners went particularly well; and Robert, the older brother; commented that he had never seen her more relaxed and in control. That night she fell asleep, wondering what it would be like to return the favor to Lillian; while she used her now-indispensable vibrator on herself. Hard Dictation. The next morning, in the shower, JoAnne realized her little tuft of designer pubic hair hadn't grown out at all; in fact, it looked kind of, well, glittery, like gold glitter along the edges of the naughty holly leaf. All the red clothes were still there, although the skirts seemed even shorter, and there were little emerald holly pins on each lapel. As she picked up her purse, she found a small scroll on top. In shining gilt letters it said: "Sometimes it is better to give, than receive. Be sure to give a Lil' something." JoAnne actually smiled at the blunt hint, as if she hadn't been thinking about Lillian already. She was waking up hornier every damn morning. Still though, the office was mayhem; frantic arrangements to make sure the Japan orders were completed on time, after action reports and a hasty lunch meeting with the partners combined to keep her from even talking to Lillian for more than a second or two, and that about work. Just as she sat down at her desk from the lunch meeting, the intercom buzzed. "Messenger service again, Miss." "Send him in." The same bike messenger walked in, carrying another Holiday package. Even though she knew the package would pop open, she didn't bother to try to stop it. She had a suspicion that if she tried to stop the Elf curse, it would up the ante. He held the box over the desk, and suddenly the bottom flaps dropped open, of their own doing. This time, the packages contents hit the desk with a thud, and didn't move. Some kind of black leather belt contraption, attached to a huge candy-cane striped dildo. She rolled her eyes "My friend is a little;” "Smart ass? Yeah, the little blonde chick, in some kind of Christmas elf get up; kept giggling to herself." "Just like last time" JoAnne presumed. "I'll take your word on that." As he left, JoAnne watched his muscular ass, and puzzled over his words. He'd been there, how often? To vibrators falling out of packages, anyway? After he left, she grinned wickedly; give a Lil' something? She had just the thing. She tucked it into her top drawer. Then cleared the top of her desk off completely. "Lillian? I need you to come in; and take dictation for me." "Yes, Miss Steadmann." Lillian entered. "Your schedule is cleared until tomorrow morning, Miss JoAnne. Both your afternoon appointments just called in and cancelled." JoAnne glanced at the closed office door. Locked, and the blinds were fully closed. She stood up and looked out the office window into the flurries. "Lillian, we need to talk about a performance reward." "Actually, I'm maxed out this year; I was on the CBN team earlier this year. I can't get any more cash awards until next year. JoAnne turned around and backed Lillian up against the desk. "That isn't exactly what I had in mind." Pinning Lillian against the desk, Joanne kissed her hungrily, forcing her tongue into Lillian's mouth. She had Lillian's skirt unzipped and dropped to the floor and her blouse and bra off in seconds. She gently pressed Lillian back until the blonde girl was lying back on the desk, clad in only a mint green thong. JoAnne slid the thong down Lillian's long legs, eyeing Lillian's obviously wet cunt, with its little topping of strawberry blonde hair. Without thinking, she brought the panties to her face and breathed in deeply. They were filled with a musky, heady scent that made her mouth water. She looked right into Lillian's eyes and said, "Aren't you just a horny little thing!" Lillian let her legs fall open. "You have no idea;” "I can fix that." She dropped the thong onto the skirt and slid in between Lillian's creamy thighs, dropping her own skirt and jacket as she did so. She didn't hesitate at all; her mouth closed over Lillian's swollen pink pussy and she began to tongue and suck with abandon. She must have been doing something right, because Lillian's sighs turned to moans; then outright screams of ecstasy. JoAnne also fingered herself to orgasm, and only after Lillian had practically passed out, did she let up. Lillian breathed heavily, "God, that was fucking fantastic!" JoAnne reached into her drawer, and pulled out the strap-on dildo; and slipped the straps on while Lillian watched wide-eyed. "Your reward isn't over; yet." Despite the very thick size of the rubber red and white, spiral–striped cock, Lillian was so wet, it slipped into her easily. JoAnne began to thrust slowly in and out. "You like that?" Lillian breathed in deeply, then brought her legs up around JoAnne’s ass, "Yes. But; you can do it harder if you want." JoAnne thrust deeper and faster. Lillian hissed and grabbed JoAnne's tits, in a tight grip. "God, yes. Harder; please; harder" JoAnne began to really pump hard, Lillian seemed to have no problem taking in the big fake cock. "Fuck. Yeah. Give it to me. Harder. Harder. Harder!" JoAnne began to slam it into her as hard as she could. Lillian began to make a weird keening sound. "Don't fucking stop. Oh fuck. Don't stop. Please don't stop!" Just as JoAnne was sure her legs were going to give out, Lillian's eyes shot open, and she arched her back and screamed incredibly loud. JoAnne felt a huge gush of hot pussy juice squirt around the dildo and drench her. Lillian collapsed so suddenly she slid off the giant dildo. "Holy. Shit." As JoAnne slid the strap-on off, Lillian rolled over onto her stomach obviously trying to marshal the strength to get up. JoAnne eyed her perky ass; particularly the little pink asshole. She was almost ready to reach for the strap-on when the phone rang. Lillian grabbed the phone without getting up. "JoAnne Steadmann's office. Lillian speaking. Uh huh, yes;” As Lillian talked on the phone, JoAnne reached down and parted her ass cheeks. She knew she shouldn't but she just couldn't resist bending over and tonguing the little pink rosebud. Lillian squirmed, but didn't try to get away; in fact she brought her knees up a little to help JoAnne. After she had the little pink asshole dripping with saliva, she continued tonguing while gently inserted her forefinger and began to pump it gently in and out. Lillian was slowly thrusting her ass back on the finger and into her face while talking on the phone. But as soon as she finished the phone call, she came up on all fours and began fucking her ass back against JoAnne's face and finger, grinding until she came. This time when they broke apart, she slid to the other side of the desk, eyeing JoAnne warily, but with a wide smile. "Okay, you're just plain kinky. And something about you just turns my inner slut on full power. Still, we have to stop; you have a meeting in 30 minutes. You'd better wash your face and get dressed." Scowling and smiling at the same time, JoAnne struggled into her clothes as did Lillian. Still, Lillian was absolutely glowing, and walking a little slowly, which made JoAnne smile. The meeting lasted until well after business closing, so Lillian was gone when she went back to get her purse and coat. But the mint green thong was carefully arranged in the middle of JoAnne's desk; with a candy cane sitting on it. To be continued in part 2. Based on a post by Todd 1 72, in 2 parts, for Literotica.

V torek 2. decembra obeležujemo Mednarodni dan boja proti suženjstvu. V tej luči smo z gosti govorili o položaju v Sloveniji, številkah s tega področja in zakonskih pomanjkljivostih ter mogočih rešitvah. Z nami so bili: predstavnica Društva Ključ - Centra za boj proti trgovanju z ljudmi Manca Raušl, predstavnica Karitas Slovenije Magdalena Strmšek Buh in inšpektor za delo iz Inšpektorata za delo Roman Pečnik.

Bishop Felton joins us to discuss Thanksgiving, updates on the cause for Msgr. Buh, the closing of the Jubilee Year, and Advent as a season of longing & hope

Aişe (r.a.), Nebiyy-i Ekrem (s.a.v.)'in şöyle buyurduğunu söyledi: “Cebrâil bana komşuya iyi davranmayı o kadar çok tavsiye etti ki, neredeyse komşu komşuya mirasçı kılınacak sandım.” Ebû Şüreyh el-Huzâ'î (r.a.)'den rivayet edildiğine göre Resûl-i Ekrem (s.a.v.) şöyle buyurdu: “Allâh (c.c.)'a ve âhiret gününe imân eden kimse komşusuna iyi davransın. Allâh (c.c.)'a ve âhiret gününe imân eden kimse misâfirine ikrâmda bulunsun. Allâh (c.c.)'a ve âhiret gününe imân eden kimse ya faydalı söz söylesin veya sussun!” Komşu, evinin yakınlığı sebebiyle akrâba gibi yakın kâbul edilmiştir. Cebrâil (a.s.), Server-i Enbiyâ (s.a.v.) Efendimiz'e işte bu sebeple komşuya iyi davranılmasını sık sık tavsiye etmiş, Allâh'ın Resûlü (s.a.v.) de bu sebeple, Cebrâil (a.s.)'ın bu ısrarlı tavsiyelerini bizlere: “Neredeyse Allâhü Teâlâ, komşuyu komşuya mirasçı kılacak sandım.” şeklinde dile getirmiştir.Ashâb-ı Kirâm (r.a.e.) efendilerimiz Resûl-i Ekrem (s.a.v.)'in bu konuda “Allâh'a ve âhiret gününe imân eden kimse komşusuna iyi davransın” şeklindeki buyrukları sebebiyle, gayr-i müslim komşularıyla bile hediyeleşmeyi ihmâl etmemişlerdir. Fakat müslümanlar, dinlerinden uzaklaştıkça komşularından da uzaklaşmışlardır. Komşuyla selâmlaşmalı, hediyeleşmeli, hâlini hatırını sormalı, hastalanınca ziyâret etmeli, yardıma ihtiyacı varsa yardım etmelidir. Komşuya hiçbir şekilde zarar vermemeli, onu gücendirmemelidir. Misâfire ikrâmda bulunmak, insanlara faydalı söz söylemek, bunu söyleyemiyorsa susmak da dinimizin emirleri arasındadır. Bütün bunlar, imân ile doğrudan ilgili görevlerdir.(İmâm Buhârî, Edebü'l-Müfred, c.1, s.141-142)

Müssen wir den Quarterback der Denver Broncos in "Buh" oder "Boooooooo" Nix umbenennen? Das war schon sehr kurios, als die Broncos Fans die eigene Offense ausgebuht haben. Trotzdem ritten (ja, wir wissen Broncos sind Pferde oder so) sie mit einem Sieg davon. Doch nach Spitzenteam sieht es irgendwie dennoch nicht aus. Grund genug für uns einen alten bekannten Denver Beat-Writer in Cody Roark dazuzuholen. Cody berichtet tagtäglich von und bei den Broncos und gibt uns eine Einschätzung, was bei den Jungs aus Mile High trotz super Record von 8-2 gerade so los ist. Geht das alles noch in die Binnsen, wenn die Defense mal etwas nachlässt. Spannend! Spannend ist auch der Effekt oder gar der Grund für die nächste Trainerentlassung. Brian Daboll muss nach dem verkorksten Spiel (zweimal die Führung aus der Hand gegeben) gegen die Bears seinen Hut nehmen. Wir sprechen im News-Part etwas länger darüber und fragen uns, ob nicht andere Köpfe auch hätten rollen sollen?! Frisch nach unserer Aufzeichnung gab es übrigens die News, dass Interim-HC Kafka am Wochenende Jameis Winston als starting QB ins Rennen schicken wird. Spannend! Spannend wird auch unser Game of the week! Man sind beide gut drauf. Die Seahawks gegen die Rams (beide 7-2) aus der NFC West im großen Clinch am Sonntag. Wir nehmen euch mit auf die Reise der unendlich guten Roster und wichtigsten Matchups im wilden Westen. Auf in Woche 11 - alles wird SPANNEND!

Mekke'nin kızgın kumlarında başlayan bu öykü kölelikten özgürlüğe, Bedir'den Şam semalarına uzanan unutulmaz bir direniş ve sadakat hikâyesi…0:00 Giriş — Mekke sokaklarında bir köle ve zalim efendisi0:45 Hz. Ebû Bekir'in gizli daveti2:17 “Ehadün Ehad!” işkence sahnesi3:45 Azat ediliş ve Medine'ye hicret5:22 Bedir Harbi'nde yüzleşme7:12 Hz. Peygamber'in (sas) Vefatı9:19 Son Ezan: Şam'da gözyaşları

“Münafıkların durumu ise tıpkı şeytanın durumu gibidir. Çünkü şeytan insana, “İnkâr et” der; insan inkâredince de, “Şüphesiz ben senden uzağım. Çünkü ben âlemlerin Rabbi olan Allah'tan korkarım” der. Haşr 16“Nihayet ikisinin de sonu, içinde ebedî kalacakları ateş olacaktır. İşte bu, zalimlerin cezasıdır.” 17Ayetteki "inkâr et" sözü, Bedir Savaşı günü iblisin: "Bugün insanlardan size galip gelecek kimse yoktur;şüphesiz ben de sizin yardimcinizım" demesinden ibarettir. Iblis'in onlardan uzak olduğunu söylemesi de,"Ben sizden uzağım; ben sizin göremediklerinizi görüyorum." (Enfâl 48) demesidır.Şeytan diye bir varlık var hayatımızda, bunu bilmemiz gerekiyor. Şeytanı insanın içerisinde varolan bellibelirsiz kötülüğe meyil duygusu gibi psikolojik bir vakaya indirgemek doğru bir yaklaşım değildir. Şeytanbizim dışımızda somut, manevi, metafizik bir şahsiyettir. Eğer insan ona kapı aralayıp yüz verirse şeytaninsanın yanına sokulup ona küfrü bile telkin etme cesareti gösterecek kadar tehlikeli bir düşmandır.Şeytan insana sokulur ve ona vesvese vermeye başlar. Eğer insan onun vesveselerine kulak verir, ona kapıyıaçar ve ona yakınlaşırsa en son demde şeytan ona der ki: "İnkâr et, kurtul. Artık bütün kulluk bağınıüzerinden at."İnsanlara hakikati olmayan şeyleri vaat edip onları yüzüstü bıraktığı için şeytanın bir ismi de “hazûl"dür.“Hazul"; hayırsız, vefasız, sadakatsiz, yüzüstü bırakan, arkadan vuran demektir.Peygamber Efendimiz, ashabından bazı zatlarla bir yere giderken kavga eden iki kişi gördü. Bunlardan birininyüzü öfkeden kıpkırmızı olmuş ve boynunun damarları çıkmıştı.Peygamberimiz o zatın hâlini görünce "Ben bir söz biliyorum, eğer bu kimse o sözü söylerse üzerineçökmüş olan bu hâlden kurtulur." buyurdu ve usulca "Eûzübillahimineşşeytanirracim" dedi. (Buhârî, Edeb,102, Müslim, Birr, 109)Öyle görünüyor ki şeytanın insanın duygu ve düşünceleri üzerinde güçlü bir etkisi var. Şeytan insandaki öfkeduygusunu kullanarak insana telafisi ve tamiri zor hatalar yaptırabilir.Tabiat boşluk kaldırmaz. Bu boşluk ağzınızdaki dişinizin düşen dolgusunun boşluğu bile olsa siz orayı hakdolgu ile doldurmazsanız batıl yemek artığı orayı işgal eder. Onun için Allah (cc) Kur'an'da pek çok ayetteşeytandan kendi zatına sığınılmasını emreder. Öyle ki Kur'an okumaya başlayacağı zaman bile şeytanınmümin üzerinde bir etkisi söz konusu olabilir. Allah'ın ayetlerini muradı ilahiye aykırı bir şekilde anlamasıiçin şeytan insanın aklını ve gönlünü, duygu ve düşünce dünyasını bulandırabilir. Bu sebeple yüce Allah (cc)müminlere Kur'an okumaya başlamadan evvel şeytanın şerrinden kendi Zât'ına sığınmalarını emretmiştir.Allah (cc), Peygamber Efendimizin şahsında bütün müminlere şöyle buyurur: "Eğer şeytandan bir kışkırtmaseni dürterse hemen Allah'a sığın. Şüphesiz O, hakkıyla işitendir, hakkıyla bilendir." (Arâf, 200) Allah'aimanımızın farkında olacağız, O'na sığınacağız ve "Eûzübillahimineşşeytanirracim" diyeceğiz, sonra O'nadayanacağız. Çünkü Nahl Suresi'nin ilgili ayetinde Allah (cc) buyuruyor ki: "Gerçek șu ki; şeytanın, inanan veyalnız Rablerine tevekkül eden kimseler üzerinde bir hâkimiyeti yoktur." (Nahl, 99)İblis Hz. Ådem'e secde etmediği için Allah'ın huzurundan kovulduğunda Allah'tan mühlet istedi. Allah (cc) daona kıyamet gününe kadar süre tanıdı. Bunun üzerine; "İblis,'Senin şerefine andolsun ki, içlerinden ihlaslıkulların hariç, elbette onların hepsini azdıracağım'dedi." (Sad, 82-83)

BUH! Mit schaurigen Sprüchen leiten wir ein in die Spooky Week. Lea stimmt sich schon mal ein mit Twilight und Elfen-Drama, während Lina absolut nichts tut und sich dabei von Jugendlichen im Zug vollstinken lässt. Na gut, ein bisschen AYTO ist auch noch dabei. Happy Halloween ihr Geilen!

Paradise, propaganda, or just survival in the sand? The logs are cracked open concerning one of the most infamous exiles in Federation history...Buh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh…! --- Regular These Are The Voyages episodes will be released on the 7s (7, 17, and 27).   Reaction Episodes BEAM in every week when we discuss new Star Trek during its original run. --- Make sure to check out our webpage, www.trtvpod.com.  Also, make sure to like our page on Facebook, join our group, and follow us on Instagram and Twitter in the following ways:  Instagram: @trtvpod Twitter @trtvpod | @chase_mckinney Join the podcast community and continue the discussion: You can also hail us by sending subspace communications the following ways: Email: trtvpod@gmail.com Voice only transmission (3-minute limit): 817-752-4757 If you'd like to send us something please address it to: Lone Star Station PO BOX 2455 Azle, TX 76098 **We would love to hear about your origin story with Trek, reactions to the show, or whatever gets you to ENGAGE. If you'd like to support the show and get access to additional Star Trek content then hit us up at Patreon and support the show at Patreon.com/thesearethevoyages.

Play along at home with the lyrics:[Verse 1: Carl Wilson]I may not always love youBut long as there are stars above youYou never need to doubt itI'll make you so sure about it[Refrain: Carl Wilson]God only knows what I'd be without you [Verse 2: Carl Wilson]If you should ever leave meWell, life would still go on, believe meThe world could show nothing to meSo what good would living do me?[Refrain: Carl Wilson]God only knows what I'd be without you[Interlude: Carl Wilson, Brian Wilson, and Bruce Johnston]Ooh, oohDo, do, do, do, do, do, doBow, buh-bow, buh-bow, buh-bow (Do, do, do, do)Buh-bow, buh-bow, buh-bow (Do, do, do, do, do, do)Buh-bow, buh-bow, buh-bow, buh-bow (Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do)[Refrain: Carl Wilson]God only knows what I'd be without you[Verse 3: Carl Wilson]If you should ever leave meWell, life would still go on, believe meThe world could show nothing to meSo what good would living do me?[Chorus: Carl Wilson]God only knows what I'd be without you[Outro: Carl Wilson with Brian Wilson and Bruce Johnston]God only knows what I'd be without youGod only knows what I'd be without youGod only knows what I'd be without you (What I'd be)God only knows what I'd be without you (God only knows)God only knows what I'd be without you (What I'd be)God only knows what I'd be without you (God only knows)God only knows what I'd be without you (What I'd be)God only knows what I'd be without you (God only knows)God only knows what I'd be without you (What I'd be)God only knows what I'd be without you (God only knows)God only knows what I'd be without you (What I'd be)God only knows what I'd be without you (God only knows) Jump to section:(00:12) Introduction but no waffling like you get on some podcasts. You know the ones.(01:11) Song title, writers' details, one anagram too many, in memoriam, brothers and emotional scarring, Charles Manson. The controversial title for the time(08:03) To the lyrics. - Peter leads us through a first pass on the lyrics. Is this really the 60s? The Love Generation? Lions, tigers, ligers, and plants.(17:59) Original draft lyrics uncovered - Exclusive(21:30) Dave takes us through what God does and doesn't know, how long stars are above you, and the Five Love Languages. Plus how (40:57) The artist's comments(42:09) The official music video, 55 years in the making(45:50) Other theories from the internet(53:37) Misheard Lyrics(55:52) Notable Trivia(01:02:28) Farewells and ⁠⁠⁠give us money⁠⁠⁠Would you like to appear (well, vocally) on the show? Do you have a pop song or ear-worm from the SMOOTH FM genre that's infested your mind and needs to be investigated? Visit this page ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://speakpipe.com/lyrics⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ to record us your own voicemail hot-take on your specific smooth song of suckiness. You could be on a future episode! (you can always email sound files or text your thoughts to ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠poidadavis@gmail.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ if that's easier). Cheers!Find us on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram etc @LyricsPodast ... and we're on all your favourite podcasting platforms.Sound clips are included for educational reference, criticism, satire and parody in fair use. Clips remain the property of the respective rights holder and no endorsement is implied. All information and opinion is performed and expressed in-character and does not reflect reality or genuine commentary on any persons (living or dead), bands or other organisations, or their works, and is not recommended listening for anyone, anywhere.

Hadisler gerçekten güvenilir mi?Kayseri'nin içli “Gesi Bağları" türküsünden yola çıkıyor, Muzaffer Sarısözen'in derleme seferlerinden Dede Efendi'nin meşk geleneğine, Dimitrie Cantemir'in notalarından Homeros'un İlyadası'na, Rical ilminden Buhârî'nin isnad zincirlerine uzanan derinlikli bir yolculuk yapıyoruz. Türkülerle hadislere aynı mercekten bakınca, sözlü kültürün ne kadar “bilimsel” ve titiz bir aktarım sistemi olduğunu daha rahat kavrayacaksınız.

156. Bu mektûb, yine meyân şeyh Müzzemmile yazılmışdır. Kâdîzâde Câlendehr ile gönderdiğiniz mektûb Dehlide geldi. Elhamdülillah ki, fakîrlere karşı olan sevginiz çokdur. (Buhârî)de ve (Müslim)de bildirilen, (Kişi, sevdiği ile berâberdir) hadîs-i şerîfine göre, onlarla birlikdesiniz. Zemân bakımından, Receb ayı yaklaşdı ise de, fekat çok uzak görünüyor.Fârisî beyt tercemesi: Dost ayrılığı, az olsa da, az değildir! Gözde kıl parçası da olsa, çok görünür.Hak sâhiblerinin haklarını yerine getirmek için yapmak istediğiniz şeyleri, hemen yapınız. Receb ayına kadar biz de burada kalacağız. Herşeyin doğrusunu ancak Allahü teâlâ bilir. Herşey Onun huzûruna çıkacakdır. Ömrünüzün birkaç gününü dervîşlerle birlikde geçirmek için uğraşınız! Kehf sûresinin yirmisekizinci âyetinde meâlen, (Rablerine sabâh akşam düâ eden ve Ona kavuşmak istiyenlerle birlikde bulun ve sabr eyle! Onlardan başka bir yere bakma!) buyuruldu. Bu âyet-i kerîmede, Hak teâlâ sevgili Peygamberine Allah adamları ile birlikde bulunmasını emr buyuruyor “aleyhi minessalevâti etemmühâ ve minetteslîmâti ekmelühâ ve minettehıyyâti eymenühâ”Büyüklerden biri buyurdu ki, (İlâhî! Dostlarını öyle yapdın ki, onları tanıyan seni buldu. Seni bulmadıkça,onları tanımadı). Allahü teâlâ, bizi ve sizi, bu yüksek ve şerefli insanları sevmekle rızklandırsın! Dinle! Nemâz kılmıyanın hakkında Allah, ne demiş, Çıksın yer ile gökümden, başka ma'bûd, bulsun demiş. Getirdi Kur'ânı Resûl, etmedi ba'zısı kabûl. Bir vakt nemâzı kılmıyan, Cehennemde yansın demiş.157. Bu mektûb, hakîm Abdülvehhâba yazılmışdır. “İki kere buraya kadar yoruldunuz. İkisinde de çabuk kalkdınız. Sohbetin haklarından birkaçını yerinegetirmeğe vakt olmadı. Müslimânların bir araya gelmesi, yâ istifâde etmek veyâ fâide vermek içindir. Bu ikisinden biri bulunmıyan topluluğun hiç kıymeti yokdur. Din büyüklerinin yanına boş olarak gelmelidir ki, dolmuş olarak dönülebilsin. Onların acıması, ihsânda bulunması için, boş olduğunu bildirmek lâzımdır. Böylece feyz, ihsân yolu açılır. Dolu gelmek, dahâ doldurarak dönmek iyi olmaz. Çok dolmak, doydukdan sonra, dahâ almak hastalıkdan başka birşey yapmaz. İhtiyâcsızlık, azgınlığa sebeb olur. Hâce Nakşibend “kaddesallahü sirreh” hazretleri buyurdu ki, (Önce hastanın yalvarması lâzımdır. Sonra, gönlü kırık olan, ona teveccüh eder). Görülüyor ki, teveccühe, ihsâna kavuşmak için, yalvarmak lâzımdır. Böyle olmakla berâber, ilm öğrenmekde olan bir tâlib gelip, size göndermek için mektûb isteyince, onun böyle gelmesini bir hak sayarak, bu hakkı ödemek lâzım olduğunu düşündüm. Geçmişdeki haklarınızı ve şimdiki hakkı karşılamak için, vakt ve hâle göre, birkaç kelime yazarak gönderiyorum. Herşeyin doğrusunu Allahü teâlâ bildirir. Herkesi doğru yola kavuşduran ancak Odur. Ey mes'ûd kardeşim! Bize ve size herşeyden önce lâzım olan, i'tikâdı Kitâba ve sünnete uygun olarakdüzeltmekdir. Doğru yolun âlimlerinin, “Allahü teâlâ onların çalışmalarına iyi karşılıklar versin!” Kur'ân-ı kerîmden ve hadîs-i şerîflerden anladıklarına ve bildirdiklerine uygun olarak i'tikâd etmek lâzımdır. Çünki, Kitâbdan ve sünnetden bizim ve sizin anladıklarımızın hiç kıymeti yokdur. Ehl-i sünnet âlimlerinin anladıklarına uymak lâzımdır. Bizim anladıklarımız, Ehl-i sünnet âlimlerinin anladıklarına uymuyor ise, hiç kıymeti olmaz. Çünki her bid'at sâhibi, [türedi reformcular] ve doğru yoldan kayarak dalâlete düşenler, sapık bilgilerini ve bozuk işlerini, Kur'ân-ı kerîmden ve hadîs-i şerîflerden anladıklarını ve bu iki kaynakdan çıkardıklarını söylemekdedirler. Bu sözleri çok yanlış ve haksızdır. İkinci olarak hepimize lâzım olan şey, ahkâm-ı şer'ıyyeyi öğrenmekdir. Ya'nî halâli, harâmı, farzı, vâcibi öğrenmekdir. Üçüncü olarak hepimize lâzım olan şey, bütün işlerimizi, öğrendiklerimize uygun yapmakdır. Dördüncüsü, kalbin tasfiyesi ve nefsin tezkiyesidir ki, bu ikisi tesavvuf büyüklerine mahsûsdur “kaddesallahü teâlâ esrârehüm”.İtikâdı düzeltmeden önce ahkâm-ı şer'ıyyeyi öğrenmenin hiç fâidesi olmaz.

The recent entombment of Msgr. Buh and his cause for canonization

Julia Barrettto, napikon! Buh-ket?Nako, si housemate, may video scandal!Buti pa sina Andrea Brillantes, Julia at Gerald, no!

“Düzene sokulduktan sonra yeryüzünde bozgunculuk yapmayın. Allah'a (azabından) korkarak ve (rahmetini) umarak dua edin. Şüphesiz, Allah'ın rahmeti iyilik edenlere çok yakındır.” (A'raf 56)“Allah rahmeti yüz parça yaratmış, doksan dokuzunu kendi nezdinde tutmuş, yeryüzüne bir parçasını indirmiştir. İşte mahlûkât bu bir parçadan dolayı birbirlerine merhamet ederler. Hatta at (bazı rivayetlerde “hayvan” geçmektedir), yavrusuna basmamak için tırnağını (ayağını) kaldırır.” (Buhârî, Edeb 19)“Allah'ın yüz rahmeti vardır; bunlardan bir rahmeti yeryüzü halkı arasında paylaşmış ki, onların ecelleri gelene kadar (hayatları boyunca) onlara kâfi gelir. Rahmetin doksan dokuz kısmını ise kıyamet günü evliyaları, dostları için saklamıştır.” (Buharî, Rikak,19; Müslim, Tevbe, 18-21)“Eğer kâfir, Allah'ın katındaki rahmeti kavrayabilse, asla cennetten ümidini kesmez” (Buhari, Rikak 19)"Yeryüzünde, o iyi hale getirildikten sonra da, bozukluk çıkarmayın" buyruğunun manası, "Yeryüzünde hiçbir surette fesatçılık etmeyin" şeklindedir ki, buna öldürmek veya uzuvları kesip koparmak suretiyle nefisleri, canları; gasb, hırsızlık ve çok çeşitli hilelerle malları; küfür ve bid´at ile dinleri; zina ve livataya yönelme ve iftirada bulunma sebebiyle nesebleri ve sarhoş edici şeyler sebebiyle de akılları bozup ifsat etmekten men etmek girer. Bu böyledir, çünkü dünyada muteber olan menfaatler beş tanedir: Can, mal, neseb, din ve akıl. Buna göre Cenâb-ı Hakk´ın, "bozukluk çıkarmayın" yasağı fesatçılık etmenin mahiyetini varlık âlemine sokmaktan mendir. Kötülük çıkarmanın mahiyetini varlık âlemine sokmaktan men etmek ise, onun her çeşidini yasaklamayı gerektirir. Öyleyse buradaki men, bu beş kısımda da bozukluk çıkarmaktan men etmeyi de içine alır.Allah Teâlâ sanki şöyle demek istemiştir: "Ben, peygamberler göndermek, kitaplar indirmek ve hükümleri açıklamak suretiyle yeryüzünü iyi hale getirdiğimde, sizler bu hükümlere boyun eğin, peygamberleri yalanlamaya, kitapları inkâr etmeye ve hükümleri kabulden yüz çevirmeye yeltenmeyin! Çünkü bu, yeryüzünde fitne ve karışıklıkların vuku bulmasına, böylece de, ıslâh etmeden sonra bozukluğun ortaya çıkmasına yol açar.Bu duanın kabul edilmesi için, muteber olan bazı şartlar içinde bir kusur ve hataya düşme korkusu ile, Allah´a dua edin. Bu şartların tamamıyla yerine getirilebilmesi İçin de, O´na umarak dua edin.Kulun, kat´î ve kesin olarak, duanın kabul edilebilmesi için, gerekli ve muteber olan şartların tamamını yerine getirmiş olması mümkün değildir. İşte bundan ötürü kulun kalbinde bir korku (endişe) bulunur. Yine kul, bu şartların tam bulunmamış olduğunu da kesin olarak bilemez, işte bundan dolayı da onun, duasının mutlaka kabul edileceğini umması gerekir. Yine deriz ki: Dua eden kimse, ancak böyle olduğu zaman, gerçek manada dua etmiş olur. Buna göre Ayetteki "O´na korkarak ve umarak dua edin" buyruğu "Nefsinizde (gönlünüzde), bütün amellerinizde korku ile ümidi birleştirmiş olarak dua ediniz ve bütün gayretinizle çaba sarfetmiş olsanız bile, Rabbinizin hakkını yerine getirmiş olduğunuzu da katî olarak söylemeyiniz" demektir. Bu "Rablerinin huzuruna döneceklerinden yürekleri korku ile çarparak, (zekatlarını) verenler..." (Mü´min, 60) âyeti ile te´kid edilir.Allah´a iman eden ve tevhid ile nübüvveti ikrar eden (kabul eden) herkes, "muhsin"dir. Bunun delili şudur: Çocuk bir kuşluk vakti buluğa erdiğinde Allah´a, peygamberine ve ahiret gününe iman etse, ama öğle (namazı) vaktine ulaşamadan ölse, ümmet-i Muhammed, onun, "İyi iş, güzel amel yapanlara (muhsin olanlara), daha güzel iyilik vardır" {Yunus, 26) âyetinin hükmüne girdiği hususunda itifak etmişlerdir. Malumdur ki, bu şahıs marifet ve ikrarın dışında, başka bir tâat işlememiştir. Çünkü o, sabah vaktinden sonra buluğa erdiği için, ona sabah namazı farz olmamıştır. Öğlen vaktinden önce de öldüğü için, ona öğle namazı da farz olmamıştır. Görünen odur ki, diğer ibadetler de ona vacib olmamıştır.

brianturnershow.com, eastvillageradio.comHARVEY MILK - Greensleeves - The Singles (Relapse, 2003)DJ BHARIZARD -  Triggaman (Slowed Down) ft Denzel Curry - Personification (Slowed Down) - (BC, 2024)RONCOS - Untitled - Viola Para Fins de Ascensão (cs, Rasga, 2024)BRAINTICKET - Black Sand - Cottonwoodhill (Bellaphon, 1971)THE FALL - Spectre Vs. Rector - Live In London 1980 (Earmark, 2004)DAMON LOCKS - Click - List of Demands (International Anthem, 2025)SUICIDE - Rock & Roll Is Killing My Life - Live Opening For The Cars in Boston, 11/13/80THE RAMONE - Blitzkrieg Bop - The Ramone (Ultra Eczema, 2017)DJ CUMMERBUND - Imagine There's No Yoo HooTHE PABLUMS - Under My Gums - 7" (LAFMS, 1978)TERRY REED - On Way To Alpha - On Way To Alpha (1975, re: Zaius Tapes, 2025)9LIVES w/ LUCI4 & LAZER DIM 700 - NUK3 - NUK3 (Pulse, 2024)DJ JACKUM - Pimpin' - Jack It (Time Is Now, 2024)GUT BANK - Shake - Demo 1984 (cs, NL, 1984)THE STICK MEN - Crash My Dome - Get On Board (Red Music, 1983)CIRCLE X - Underworld - Circle X (1979, re: Dexter's Cigar, 1996)NO FUN - Evasive Measures - V/A: Bold Beginnings: An Incomplete Collection Of Louisville Punk 1978-1983 (Noise Pollution, 2007)GROUND ZERO - Nothing - 7" (GZ, 1979)AK'CHAMEL - Apocalypse By Oud - Rawskulled (Akuphone, 2024)TIM SOUSTER (INTERMODULATION) - World Music Orbit 1 - Connections (1970 - 1974) (Paradigm Disc, 2024)CESAR BOLAÑOS - Intensidad Y Altura - V/A:  Tránsitos Sónicos: Música Electrónica Y Para Cinta de Compositores Peruanos (1964-1984) (Buh 2024)LASSE MARHAUG - Plates - Provoke (Smalltown Supersound, 2024)JON GIBSON - Song I - Two Solo Pieces (Chatham Square, 1977)KLAUS WIESE - Invocation II (Excerpt) - Sabiha Sabiya (1981, re: Black Sweat, 2024)URBAN SAX - Part 2 - Urban Sax (Cobra, 1977)

Giants. Jets. ESPECIALLY Yankees. Buh-bye.

Need a quick, affordable, and easy meal to cook for the family that will be loved? Chef Plum has a recipe for simple and it uses the one protein you didn't think of! Buh-bye ground beef! Get the recipe in the podcast. Image Source: Getty Images

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It may be hard to believe but fall is rapidly approaching, school and football season will be starting soon!!!  Unless your Chunga and Chandler.  It's still 113 degrees.Over the weekend, Gregg and Chris went on a bro-date!!!!  They went to Deadpool and Wolverine!!!!  This movie is HUGE!!!!!!!  Have you seen it yet?!!?! It's breaking records at the box office and according to industry experts has created massive change at Mavel studios!!!!!!  Buh- bye snowflakes!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Will Lucasfilm follow suit? What do you think?!!What's your favorite theater treat?!?!  We'll find out in the Chunga Poll Shout Outs!!!!!!!Gregg has his final historical movie shout-out, before he starts his first Halloween movies of the season!!!!!!  AAAANNNDDDD!!!!  it's time for Your Really Stupid News!!!!!!!!!!Listen NOW!!!!!!!  It's on www.radioronin.com and everywhere you get your podcasts!!!!!

It may be hard to believe but fall is rapidly approaching, school and football season will be starting soon!!!  Unless your Chunga and Chandler.  It's still 113 degrees.Over the weekend, Gregg and Chris went on a bro-date!!!!  They went to Deadpool and Wolverine!!!!  This movie is HUGE!!!!!!!  Have you seen it yet?!!?! It's breaking records at the box office and according to industry experts has created massive change at Mavel studios!!!!!!  Buh- bye snowflakes!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Will Lucasfilm follow suit? What do you think?!!What's your favorite theater treat?!?!  We'll find out in the Chunga Poll Shout Outs!!!!!!!Gregg has his final historical movie shout-out, before he starts his first Halloween movies of the season!!!!!!  AAAANNNDDDD!!!!  it's time for Your Really Stupid News!!!!!!!!!!Listen NOW!!!!!!!  It's on www.radioronin.com and everywhere you get your podcasts!!!!!

In honor of Beverly Hills Cop: Axel F, the fourth installment in the BHC franchise, coming out on Netflix, we finally watched the first Beverly Hills Cop (1984) a film neither one of us has ever seen! buh duh deh deh deh duh Buh duh deh duh deh deh de deh!   Music by: https://jessejacethomas.bandcamp.com/album/want

Din ve felsefe konulu videolarıyla tanınan YouTuber ve araştırmacı “Diamond Tema” Yer6 isimli bir YouTube kanalında sosyal medya fenomeni Asrın Tok ile şeriata dair görüşlerini savundu. Asrın Tok şeriatın neden gelmesi gerektiğini anlatırken, Diamond Tema da bu duruma neden karşı çıktığından bahsetti. Diamond Tema, katıldığı programda, şeriatı savunan Tok'a karşı kullandığı argümanlarda hadis derlemesi Sahih-i Buhârî'den örnekler verdi. Adalet Bakanı Yılmaz Tunç, “Yer6” isimli YouTube kanalının bir programında kullandığı sözleri nedeniyle “Diamond Tema” isimli yayıncı hakkında yakalama kararı çıkarıldığını bildirdi. Kayda Değer'de Gamze Elvan soruyor, İhsan Eliaçık değerlendiriyor.

Din ve felsefe konulu videolarıyla tanınan YouTuber “Diamond Tema” Yer6 isimli bir YouTube kanalında sosyal medya fenomeni Asrın Tok ile şeria hakkında tartıştı. Asrın Tok şeriatın neden gelmesi gerektiğini anlatırken, Diamond Tema da bu duruma neden karşı çıktığından bahsetti. Diamond Tema, şeriatı savunan Tok'a karşı argümanlarında hadis derlemesi Sahih-i Buhârî'den örnekler verdi. Programın yayınlanmasının ardından garip birşey oldu ve Adalet Bakanı Yılmaz Tunç, Diamond Tema hakkında yakalama kararı çıkarıldığını tweetledi. Diamond Tema halen Arnavutluk'ta bulunuyor. Kayde Değer'de soruyoruz: Diamond Tema'nın sözleri ifade özgürlüğü kapsamında mı yoksa suç mu? Bugün Dünya Mülteciler günü. Göç İdaresi'nin açıklamasına göre Türkiye'de 3 milyon 113 bin 278 Suriyeli mülteci var. İBB Başkanı Ekrem İmamoğlu, Almanya'nın Düsseldorf kentinde ATİAD üyeleriyle bir araya geldi. Toplantıda İstanbul'da 2 milyon 500 bin mülteci bulunduğunu açıklayan İmamoğlu, “16 milyon resmi nüfusun neredeyse yüzde 17-18'i demek. Böyle bir artış olamaz. Doğru değil. Mülteciye de haksızlık, İstanbulluya da haksızlık” dedi. Kayda Değer'de Gamze Elvan soruyor, konukları Figen Çalıkuşu ve Murat Erdoğan değerlendiriyor.

The Supreme Court hears oral arguments about the 14th Amendment and Trump's eligibility to be president again. How will the Supreme Court land on this issue? Office vs Officer. Fox News aired a live hate crime on TV. Curtis Sliwa is a clown. 74 percent of Republicans want a dictator. Republicans can no longer claim to be pro-democracy or pro-Constitution. House Republicans failed to impeach Mayorkas. Republicans blocked the bipartisan border security bill. Biden documents probe ends without charges. Nikki Haley lost the Nevada primary, but gave us some great material for anti-Trump, anti-Republican ads. Buh-bye Marianne Williamson. With Jody Hamilton, David Ferguson, music by Vixen Noir, Tim Russ, and more!See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.