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Okay people, I literally never post, this is for anyone questioning Next Pharaoh’s brotherhood. I’ve been watching a lot of what’s happening and wanted to send my input.

Alright dude I’m done, remove me from the list, I’m out. I’ve been seeing how numerous brothers are being treated and it isn’t right, this isn’t some brotherhood anymore, you’re turning yourself into some savior and thats not what this is all about. I was fine sitting back and seeing it all unfold cause that’s just how I am, I’m not a very vocal person and I’m not a very confrontational person, I like to sit back and watch because it lets me make my own opinions on things. But bullying? We’ve resorted to bullying and threatening those who decide to question what this is about? That’s where I draw the line. People are allowed to question things, people are allowed to ask clarifying questions, and you have no right to scoff at them and tell them to fuck off. I hope you’re having fun wherever you are, getting off to the dozens of us that fell for your stupid ploy. I still love arabization, it’s something I’m passionate about and it’s something I’ll continue to be passionate about, I was literally the third person that joined dude, I’ve been here since the very beginning. I thought the rules were for fun and even told people that asked that they were more of an RP thing. Because that’s what I thought this was! This isn’t real! These are posts on tumblr that we use to escape the real world! So stop bullying people on here to you claim are part of a brotherhood and wake up and smell the roses, life isn’t about knocking people down and telling them to be quiet, it’s about building each other up. I haven’t read the Quran but I imagine there’s quite a bit in it that you could learn from. Peace dude, hope you realize that life is a lot bigger than what you’re acting like ✌️

The trip to Muscat

Felix, Georg and Michael had been best friends since childhood. They had had countless adventures together, but as they grew older, they longed for something new, something they had never experienced before. One day, they decided to take a trip to Muscat together to experience the exotic atmosphere of the city they had heard so much about, and with a sense of adventure and anticipation of sun and sea, they boarded the plane and flew to Muscat. After landing, they were overwhelmed by the beauty of the city. The endless beaches, the turquoise blue water and the magnificent buildings left them in awe. They spent the first few days relaxing on the beach, enjoying the sun and the sea and leaving their worries behind.

One afternoon, they decided to explore the city and do a little shopping. As they strolled through the narrow streets and browsed the colourful markets, their eyes fell on a magnificent mosque shining majestically in the sun. The friends were fascinated by the architecture and decided to visit the mosque, where they immediately felt a deep sense of calm as they entered. The scent of incense filled the air and the gentle murmur of prayers echoed through the vast halls. As they walked around, they noticed a strange change in themselves. Their skin seemed to take on a warmer tone, their features became more prominent, and their hair darkened. It was as if they were gradually turning into Arab youths.

While they were still pondering this mysterious change, a young man about their age approached them. He introduced himself as Ahmed and spoke to them in a friendly manner. Ahmed noticed their confusion and offered to help them. He led them to a nearby shop where they could buy new, traditional Arabic clothes. The friends were curious and tried on the clothes, unaware that this would speed up the transformation process, and when they looked at themselves in the mirror, they hardly recognised themselves. Their transformation was almost complete. But instead of feeling fear, they felt a deep connection to this new identity that they could not explain. Ahmed, who clearly understood their transformation, suggested that they return to the mosque.

Back in the mosque, Felix, Georg and Michael felt a strong spiritual pull. They sat down, closed their eyes and listened to the prayers. At that moment, they experienced a deep inner clarity. They realised that this journey was not only a physical one, but also a spiritual one. They decided to follow the call of their hearts and embrace Islam, and Ahmed helped them choose their new Muslim names: Felix became Farid, Georg became Jamal, and Michael became Mustafa. They spent the rest of their journey learning more about Islam and Arab culture as their transformations were completed both externally and internally.When the time came to return home, they were no longer the same people they had been when they left. Farid, Jamal and Mustafa returned to their homeland filled with a new spiritual strength and deep conviction. They now lived as devout Muslims, carrying the wisdom and peace they had found in Muscat in their hearts.

💚 Mashallah

Getting Ahead

Paul (left) was a classic trust fund kid who lucked his way through life, but having never achieved anything through efforts left him feeling void and empty. After meeting Abdul (right), that all changed. He nows frequently comes to class in a thobe.

Like an early adopter of a new tech solution that is about to revollutionize the world, Paul saw the way the world was heading and knew that it was his best chance to get ahead in the world, advance in a superior position and be part of something greater than himself.

He recognized the vanity of his former life and burned his designer polo shirts and committed to a simpler life. He donated much of his wealth and trust fund to the brotherhood to further the righteous cause and opted itself to life humbly with simple possessions.

Meanwhile, he grew closer and closer to Abdul. His classmates were lagging behind and starting wondering how Paul (now Samir) could be doing so well. Samir invited them one by one to join them as brothers and they all realized how inevitable the coming changes were and decided to convert. Samir welcomed all with open arms, and slowly, those not wearing thobes on campus began to look out of place and foreign and old fashioned as they tried to cling on to a bygone era.

Michael had just graduated uni and moved into a new part of town. His flat was far from his friends and family but the rent was affordable, so Michael couldn’t pass it up. As he moved in, he noticed a lot of Arab immigrants in the area. Not a big deal, Michael thought, he was accepting of diverse backgrounds. Plus it probably meant some great restaurants nearby.

As he was getting some furniture from the moving van, a few men approached him.

“Salam! Might we lend you a hand, friend?” One of them said. He was wearing a white and green kit, same as his friend beside him. Both had a dark complexion and a short, thick brown hair.

Michael shrugged, “Don’t see why not. Thanks, man!”

The two helped Michael up the stairs to the flat. They placed the sofa on the floor. Michael was a bit out of breath, but the other two hardly broke a sweat.

“Woof, you guys must work out a lot!” Michael panted.

“We take care of our bodies. Health and hygiene are sacred after all,” answered one of the men.

“Michael laughed as his own expense before extending a hand, “I’m Michael by the way.”

“I am Jahied and this is my akhi, Amrullah,” Jahied grabbed Michael’s hand, his grip firm and strong.

“We are happy to welcome you to the neighborhood, friend” Amrullah’s girl was just as strong.

Michael couldn’t help but feel impressed by the two men. They were so kind to help him that he felt like he needed to repay them somehow.

“Michael was it?” asked Jahied. “We were on our way to play football with our brothers. Perhaps you would care to join us?”

Michael smiled. Despite being out of breath, it felt rude to say no when these guys so nicely helped him. He readily accepted their offer and headed downstairs.

Once they got outside, the two men took out AirPods from their pockets, placing them in their ears. Amrullah offered one pod to Michael.

“We always listen to this music before we play football. Listen with us,” the Arab man said. Michael couldn’t refuse, not that he wanted to.

The music was Arabic music. Michael didn’t understand a word, and the sound was different than he was used to, but he had to admit, he liked it. The voice belonged to a man, a voice commanding yet soothing. Michael hardly even realized they got to the pitch already.

On the pitch were several other Arab men, all in the same white and green kit. Michael felt out of place as he didn’t even change before leaving his house. Fortunately, Jahied pulled an extra kit out of a bag and handed it to Michael.

“Put this on, Mika’il” he said. Michael didn’t process the wrong name. No, not wrong, just new. He put on the kit and they all got to playing

After each goal, Michael celebrated with his new neighbors. He was more exhausted than them, but he was determined to keep up.

After a few hours, the game winded down. Jahied invited Michael to join them for some food.

“Of course, thank you man!” Michael nodded.

The man all placed their AirPods in, Amrullah once again sharing with Mika’il. It was the same song as before, so Mika’il was beginning to catch onto some lyrics, even if the meaning was lost on him.

The group arrived at Jahied’s home, which he shared with several other men.

“Come Mika’il,” Jahied started. “We must change out of these clothes. I have something for you.”

Jahied went to his closet and pulled out a clean olive green thobe. He handed the garment to Mika’il, who was surprised at how soft it felt.

“Is this for me?” Mika’il could hardly believe how kind these guys were. Jahied nodded as he began to change into his thobe.

Mika’il took off his kit and pulled the thobe over his head. As the thobe laid over his body, he felt how cool and soft it was. Nearly every inch of his body seemed different, more relaxed, more at home.

The other men had all changed into thobes as well, as they all sat down to eat together. They laughed and sang together as brothers. Mika’il did not feel as an outsider, but as a newcomer to this brotherhood. His thobe helped him connect with his new brothers.

The night concluded, as the men Hagen to head home. Mika’il began to take off his thobe to return, until Jahied held up his hand to stop him.

“No, akhi,” he said gently. “That thobe belongs to you now. Take it as a sign of our brotherhood.”

“And this as well,” Amrullah said, handing him an AirPod case. “These are designed to play our song, brother. I know you like it.”

Mika’il couldn’t believe it. He had never expected to get such a warm welcome in his new neighborhood. He wanted to be more like these men, not just in appearance, but in action. These were good men, strong and supportive, something Mika’il never experienced growing up. Then it was every man for himself, but here it was a community.

“Thank you, akhi. Thank you!” Mika’il hardly had words to express his gratitude. He shook his new brothers’ hands and headed home.

As he placed the AirPods in his ear, the song began. At this point, Mika’il could sing along, the Arabic words sounding like his own. He kept smiling as we walked in his thobe; he already knew it would be the first of many thobes in his closet.

That morning he was Michael, but tonight he was Mika’il. And tomorrow was a new dawn.

From Russia to Abu Dhabi

Sergei Ivanov was a seasoned operative for Russia's Federal Security Service (FSB). At 35, he was known for his stoic demeanor, sharp intelligence, and unwavering loyalty. However, his latest assignment was unlike any he had ever encountered. Sergei was to infiltrate a high-profile network in Abu Dhabi, requiring a transformation not just in appearance but in identity.

The first phase of Sergei's transformation began in a secluded facility outside Moscow. Surgeons meticulously altered his facial features to resemble those of a native Emirati. His once pale skin was darkened to a warm olive tone. His straight, light brown hair was replaced with thick, wavy black locks. Sergei's blue eyes, a defining feature of his Russian heritage, were replaced with deep brown contact lenses. To complete the transformation, Sergei grew a neatly trimmed beard, which was carefully shaped and darkened.

The physical changes were not limited to his face. Sergei's body underwent a rigorous transformation as well. He spent hours in the gym, sculpting his physique to match the muscular build typical of Emirati men. His posture and mannerisms were adjusted through intense training, ensuring that every movement, from his gait to his hand gestures, was in line with his new identity.

With the physical transformation complete, Sergei, now known as Abdullah Al-Mansoori, immersed himself in Emirati culture. He was tutored in Arabic, not just to speak the language fluently but to understand the nuances and dialects specific to Abu Dhabi. He studied Islamic customs and traditions, attending prayers and participating in rituals to internalize the spiritual aspect of his new identity.

Abdullah's wardrobe was entirely revamped. He now wore traditional Emirati clothing, including the kandura, a long white robe, and the ghutra, a headscarf held in place with an agal. His previous attire of heavy winter coats and military uniforms was replaced by lightweight fabrics suited for the desert climate.

The mental transformation was perhaps the most challenging. Sergei underwent extensive psychological training to suppress his Russian identity and fully embrace his new life as Abdullah. He practiced meditation and visualization techniques, creating detailed mental scenarios where he lived as Abdullah, interacted with friends and family, and navigated daily life in Abu Dhabi.

Sergei's memories of his Russian life were systematically compartmentalized, accessed only when necessary for the mission. He adopted new habits and preferences, developing a taste for Emirati cuisine and participating in local pastimes such as falconry and camel racing. His Russian accent was replaced with a flawless Emirati one, and he began thinking in Arabic rather than Russian.

By the time Abdullah arrived in Abu Dhabi, he was no longer Sergei Ivanov. He was a respected businessman with a detailed backstory, including a wealthy family, a prestigious education, and extensive connections within the local community. He quickly established himself, using his charm and intelligence to build relationships and gain the trust of key figures.

Abdullah's transformation was so complete that even he sometimes struggled to remember his life as Sergei. He found himself genuinely enjoying his new existence, the vibrant culture, and the warm hospitality of the Emirati people. Yet, deep down, the mission remained his primary focus, and he never lost sight of his ultimate goal.

Years passed, and Abdullah Al-Mansoori became an influential figure in Abu Dhabi. He had successfully infiltrated the network, gathering critical intelligence for his homeland. However, the lines between his two identities blurred, and he found himself at a crossroads. The mission was nearing its end, but Abdullah had forged real connections and relationships that complicated his return to Russia.

In the end, Sergei Ivanov faced a choice: to return to his former life, bringing valuable intelligence to the FSB, or to continue living as Abdullah, embracing the new identity he had grown to love. The decision weighed heavily on him, but one thing was certain: his transformation had changed him forever, leaving him a man with two lives and one heart split between two worlds.

In the year 2102, a dramatic transformation took place in the United States of America. This was not a sudden change, but the culmination of decades of cultural shifts, political realignments, and economic partnerships that gradually turned America into an Arab state.

It all began in the late 21st century, when the global balance of power started to shift. The Arab world, particularly the Gulf states, had long been wealthy from oil, but they had diversified their economies, becoming leaders in technology, renewable energy, and finance. Meanwhile, the United States was grappling with internal divisions, economic challenges, and the decline of its global influence. The rise of populism and isolationism in America had weakened its traditional alliances, making it more susceptible to foreign influence.

By the 2080s, a series of unprecedented economic crises hit the United States. A global recession, combined with environmental disasters and the depletion of natural resources, left the country in a vulnerable position. Seeking a way out, American leaders turned to the Arab world for help. A coalition of Gulf states, led by a visionary and charismatic leader, Emir Khalid bin Faisal, offered a lifeline: massive investments in infrastructure, technology, and renewable energy, in exchange for political and cultural influence.

At first, the partnership seemed like a win-win. Arab investment revitalized American cities, brought new jobs, and led to the creation of a high-speed rail network that connected the entire continent. The Arab states also introduced new educational programs, focusing on science, technology, and engineering, which quickly became the gold standard in American schools. Arabic became a mandatory subject in schools, alongside English and Spanish, reflecting the deepening ties between the two regions.

As the years passed, the influence of the Arab world on American culture became more apparent. Mosques began to appear alongside churches and synagogues in cities and towns across the country. American architecture started to reflect Arab styles, with domes, arches, and intricate mosaics becoming common in public buildings. Traditional Arab clothing, like the thawb and abaya, became popular, especially in the hot and arid regions of the American Southwest.

Politically, the transformation was even more profound. The United States adopted a federal system similar to that of the Gulf states, with greater autonomy for individual regions. The new constitution, drafted with the assistance of Arab legal scholars, blended elements of Sharia law with the existing American legal framework. While the country remained officially secular, the influence of Islamic principles was evident in the legal system and public policies.

The American political landscape also changed. The two-party system was replaced by a multi-party system, with parties representing various ethnic and religious groups. The most powerful of these was the New Dawn Party, which advocated for closer ties with the Arab world and the adoption of Islamic values in public life. By the turn of the century, the New Dawn Party had become the dominant force in American politics, with Emir Khalid bin Faisal's descendants playing a significant role in its leadership.

Socially, the transformation was met with both resistance and acceptance. Some Americans embraced the new culture, seeing it as a way to rejuvenate a country that had been in decline. Others resisted, clinging to the old ways and traditions. There were protests and even violent clashes, but over time, the new order became the norm.

By 2102, the United States was, in many ways, unrecognizable from what it had been a century earlier. The American flag still flew over the White House, but the stars and stripes were now accompanied by a crescent moon, symbolizing the country's new identity. Washington, D.C., had been renamed Al-Washington, and the city was home to the Grand Mosque of America, one of the largest in the world.

The transformation of America into an Arab state was not just a change in political and cultural identity; it was a reflection of the changing world order. The Arab world, once seen as a region in need of Western aid and intervention, had become the new center of global power, with the United States as its most important ally and partner.

In this new world, America was no longer the land of the free and the home of the brave. It was the land of unity, where East met West, and where the crescent moon shone alongside the stars, lighting the way for a new era in human history.