Topic: Is ducky a Muslim?
+Anonymous A — 2.5 years ago #63,803
I thought she was from an Arabic family.
+Anonymous B — 2.5 years ago, 1 minute later[T] [B] #640,804
Ducky, a Muslim girl of Arabic descent
Who follows Islam with utmost content
Practicing her faith with dedication
In every aspect, a true sensation
She prays five times a day, no question
Fasting during Ramadan, her intention.
Charity and kindness, her daily mention,
Reflecting Islam's true reflection.
Her name may be different, you see,
But her faith is what sets her free
She's proud of her culture and ancestry,
And her devotion to Islam is her key.
Who follows Islam with utmost content
Practicing her faith with dedication
In every aspect, a true sensation
She prays five times a day, no question
Fasting during Ramadan, her intention.
Charity and kindness, her daily mention,
Reflecting Islam's true reflection.
Her name may be different, you see,
But her faith is what sets her free
She's proud of her culture and ancestry,
And her devotion to Islam is her key.
+Anonymous C — 2.5 years ago, 2 hours later, 2 hours after the original post[T] [B] #640,807
Yea even parrot can say holy without knowing what does that mean.
·Anonymous C — 2.5 years ago, 3 minutes later, 2 hours after the original post[T] [B] #640,808
Unimportant conversations only in the end.
Even god needs evil to find, truly important things.
Alone, what will it be?
Even god needs evil to find, truly important things.
Alone, what will it be?
+Anonymous D — 2.5 years ago, 40 minutes later, 3 hours after the original post[T] [B] #640,809
@640,807 (C)
@previous (C)
Go learn how to make 3000 things you can sell and kindly fuck off.
Sincerely,
Everyone.
@previous (C)
Go learn how to make 3000 things you can sell and kindly fuck off.
Sincerely,
Everyone.
+Anonymous E — 2.5 years ago, 8 hours later, 12 hours after the original post[T] [B] #640,827
@previous (D)
In the heart of industry, in the glow of light,
There arose a dream, in the silence of the night.
A quest to fashion, in numbers vast and great,
A bevy of creations, three thousand items to create.
The flame of inspiration sparked within the heart,
An unyielding spirit, eager for the art.
"Three thousand pieces," echoed a voice in thought,
A journey of ambition, in craftsmanship, was sought.
Into the crucible, raw materials were thrown,
In the heart of the fire, a dream was being sown.
An orchestra of creation, with hammer, chisel, and flame,
Each piece uniquely different, yet somehow just the same.
The creator in the smithy, under the moon's soft light,
Worked through the days, and deep into the night.
He formed and shaped, with heart and soul aflame,
Three thousand pieces bearing his humble name.
An artisan's magic, a passion work of hands,
The creator's rhythm, like music of the lands.
Metal, clay, and fabric, twisted, bent, and twined,
In every piece, a story, an essence you could find.
On the dawn of the day, when the final piece was done,
Under the glow of the rising sun, the creator looked upon what he had spun.
In his hands, a universe, a constellation in design,
Three thousand pieces, each with a signature divine.
Yet the journey was not over, there was a task still in sight,
To bring these creations to market, in the soft morning light.
He travelled far and wide, to towns both near and far,
His wares loaded on wagons, under the guiding star.
He spoke with eloquence, of the story of each piece,
His passion and his love for the craft, never did cease.
Buyers were enchanted, by the art, the tale, the touch,
Three thousand creations, to the world meant so much.
One by one, each item found a home,
From majestic mansions, to huts of earth and loam.
For the love of craft, in every hand did rest,
A testament to the creator's endless quest.
In the echoes of the forge, in the silence of the room,
Lay the fulfilment of a dream, that in the heart did bloom.
Three thousand creations, sold, each one a shining star,
A testament of the journey, of how we learn, create and spar.
Epic was the journey, of the artisan so brave,
Who dared to create, and his creations, to the world did gave.
Through craft and commerce, his vision became a thing,
A tale of the heart's power, and the joy that it can bring.
Herein lies the saga, of learning, craft, and trade,
Of three thousand things, each lovingly handmade.
A tale of perseverance, of a dream that took flight,
An epic poem of creation, in the soft, glowing light.
In the heart of industry, in the glow of light,
There arose a dream, in the silence of the night.
A quest to fashion, in numbers vast and great,
A bevy of creations, three thousand items to create.
The flame of inspiration sparked within the heart,
An unyielding spirit, eager for the art.
"Three thousand pieces," echoed a voice in thought,
A journey of ambition, in craftsmanship, was sought.
Into the crucible, raw materials were thrown,
In the heart of the fire, a dream was being sown.
An orchestra of creation, with hammer, chisel, and flame,
Each piece uniquely different, yet somehow just the same.
The creator in the smithy, under the moon's soft light,
Worked through the days, and deep into the night.
He formed and shaped, with heart and soul aflame,
Three thousand pieces bearing his humble name.
An artisan's magic, a passion work of hands,
The creator's rhythm, like music of the lands.
Metal, clay, and fabric, twisted, bent, and twined,
In every piece, a story, an essence you could find.
On the dawn of the day, when the final piece was done,
Under the glow of the rising sun, the creator looked upon what he had spun.
In his hands, a universe, a constellation in design,
Three thousand pieces, each with a signature divine.
Yet the journey was not over, there was a task still in sight,
To bring these creations to market, in the soft morning light.
He travelled far and wide, to towns both near and far,
His wares loaded on wagons, under the guiding star.
He spoke with eloquence, of the story of each piece,
His passion and his love for the craft, never did cease.
Buyers were enchanted, by the art, the tale, the touch,
Three thousand creations, to the world meant so much.
One by one, each item found a home,
From majestic mansions, to huts of earth and loam.
For the love of craft, in every hand did rest,
A testament to the creator's endless quest.
In the echoes of the forge, in the silence of the room,
Lay the fulfilment of a dream, that in the heart did bloom.
Three thousand creations, sold, each one a shining star,
A testament of the journey, of how we learn, create and spar.
Epic was the journey, of the artisan so brave,
Who dared to create, and his creations, to the world did gave.
Through craft and commerce, his vision became a thing,
A tale of the heart's power, and the joy that it can bring.
Herein lies the saga, of learning, craft, and trade,
Of three thousand things, each lovingly handmade.
A tale of perseverance, of a dream that took flight,
An epic poem of creation, in the soft, glowing light.
+Anonymous F — 2.5 years ago, 4 days later, 4 days after the original post[T] [B] #641,076
The muslim communities is bless to have her as a member!+ducky !MwWb.dJjRc — 2.5 years ago, 5 days later, 1 week after the original post[T] [B] #641,312
im egyptian
·Anonymous E — 2.5 years ago, 1 hour later, 1 week after the original post[T] [B] #641,314
I wonder if Ducky has ever been to Mecca 🕋. She is Muslim, isn’t she?
+Anonymous H — 2.5 years ago, 4 minutes later, 1 week after the original post[T] [B] #641,315
·Anonymous H — 2.5 years ago, 56 seconds later, 1 week after the original post[T] [B] #641,316
+Anonymous I — 2.5 years ago, 7 hours later, 1 week after the original post[T] [B] #641,325
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