AL-MUQIT / AL-MUQEET (The Nourisher)
"Whoever intercedes for a good cause will have a reward therefrom; and whoever intercedes for an evil cause will have a burden therefrom. And ever is Allah, over all things, a Keeper."— (Qur'an 4:85)
"Say, "Is it other than Allah I should take as a protector, Creator of the heavens and the earth, while it is He who feeds and is not fed?" Say, [O Muhammad, "Indeed, I have been commanded to be the first [among you] who submit [to Allah] and [was commanded, 'Do not ever be of the polytheists.'"— (Qur'an 6:14)
It was narrated from Jabir bin Abdullah that the Messenger of Allah (ﷺ) said: "O people, fear Allah and be moderate in seeking a living, for no soul will die until it has received all its provision, even if it is slow in coming. So fear Allah and be moderate in seeking provision; take that which is permissible and leave that which is forbidden." Sahih (Darussalam) Sunan Ibn Majah 2144
Recognizing Allah as Al-Muqit, the Sustainer, fosters trust in divine provision, reduces anxiety, and encourages generosity and ethical consumption. This belief promotes contentment, gratitude, and a balanced, mindful lifestyle in the modern world.
Islamic term meaning:
auzubillah minashaitan ni rajeem (O Allah, I seek refuge in You from the accursed Satan)
astaghfirullah (I seek forgiveness in God)
auzubillah (I seek refuge in Allah)
In sha Allah (God willing)
Subhanallah (Glory be to God)
La hawla wala kuwata illa billah (there is no power and no strength except with Allah)
bismillah (in the name of Allah)
alhamdulillah (praise be to God)
Allahu Akbar (God is the greatest)
Assalamu Alaykom wa rahmatallahi wa barakatu (Peace be upon you and God's mercy and blessings)
Ma sha Allah (God has willed it)
Byakuya was then asked about Aries's personality so they could design an algorithm for them to meet and become a couple in the game.
"My wife is a very gentle and kind woman. She's elegant and wise." Upon saying this, everyone knew he was deeply in love with her. At that moment, all he could visualize was her beautiful smile as she looked at him.
She always smiled whenever she saw him, which never failed to make him feel happy and content, even during times when he felt defeated but acted as if nothing could faze him to avoid showing weakness. With her, he felt strong, like a hero.
Suddenly, he remembered how she once looked at him with hatred in her eyes.
Byakuya shook his head. He didn't want to remember that and didn't want her to remember either. He wanted to keep her happy and safe.
Zanpakuto Survey: Suzumushi
My hero of choice is a beacon of compassion and understanding, seeking to rectify injustices through empathy and diplomacy rather than aggression. They believe in the innate goodness of humanity and strive to foster harmony and equality among all beings, regardless of race or creed.
My hero's approach to justice is rooted in wisdom and foresight, aiming to prevent conflicts before they escalate into violence. They are adept at navigating complex moral dilemmas and challenging situations, always seeking the path that leads to the least harm and the greatest benefit for society. Their actions are guided by a strong sense of ethics and integrity, inspiring others to follow a path of righteousness and kindness.
In battles, my hero uses their unique abilities to incapacitate adversaries without causing permanent harm, believing in the potential for redemption and reconciliation even in the face of adversity. They are a symbol of hope and resilience, advocating for a world where understanding and compassion triumph over hatred and discord. Through their unwavering commitment to justice and peace, they strive to create a brighter future where all beings can coexist harmoniously and thrive together.
Two shadows stood overlooking the metropolis. The man wearing a sinister smile glanced at the masked figure.
"Authority, hierarchy, and all those societal rules? They're just chains, manacles tightening around our throats, choking out our freedom. Anarchism, now there's a beautiful chaos. It's about tearing down every form of governance, every institution that tries to dictate our lives. Imagine a world where we govern ourselves, where we cooperate because we choose to, not because we're forced to. No more kings, no more puppets pulling the strings. We'll make decisions together, as equals, in a society where everyone has a chance at life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. It's not about chaos for chaos' sake; it's about demolishing the old to pave the way for something real, something just. Freedom isn't given; it's taken, with every brick we hurl and every barrier we break. It's time to dismantle it all and construct a world where true justice prevails, where power rests in our hands, not theirs."
The masked figure glanced over their shoulder after listening to his brother.
"Freedom isn't born from chaos; it's forged through responsibility and order." he said firmly after sometime.
Rukia exited the Kuchiki manor feeling hollow and lost, realizing that her adoption into the Kuchiki clan was nothing more than Byakuya's whim. Feeling numb, she walked through the streets of Seireitei absentmindedly. A surge of memories from her days in Rukongai flooded her mind, tightening her chest around her heart.
Her life as a homeless young girl had been fraught with peril before meeting Renji and their childhood friends. Constantly fighting for her life and fleeing from malicious individuals in Rukongai, she once found herself cornered by perverted, drunken men in a dark alley. Though she couldn't recall exactly how she escaped, terror coursed through her body as she ran for her life, bruised and bloodied, determined not to be dragged into the brothels where women and girls were exploited. Being a weak, abandoned orphan girl in this world was the worst, as they were the most vulnerable to abuse.
Yet Rukia survived it all, fighting to live even in a seemingly meaningless existence. She refused to die without giving her all. Soon after meeting Renji and their friends, she felt like she had found a family, but one by one, they died before her eyes, and even Renji pushed her away. And then there was her Niisama...
Rukia stopped walking aimlessly and stood still, realizing she didn't belong anywhere. Suddenly, a Shinigami approached her from behind. "What's your name?" he asked with a smile on his face.
She almost didn't hear his question as her mind and heart were in chaos. Another Shinigami approached and Rukia noticed him sharply rebuke the first. "Idiot! Don't you know she's from the Kuchiki clan?" he whispered, though she still heard him, thanks to skills she learned in Inuzuri—listening to hushed conversations to survive in lawless areas.
"The Kuchiki clan..." Upon hearing that, Rukia remembered why she had accepted the adoption offer after Renji abandoned her—it was to repay the debt of gratitude she felt for sheltering her as a baby. As the thought sank in, Rukia found her resolve. It didn't matter that she was adopted because she resembled Byakuya's wife. What mattered was her duty to the Kuchiki clan.
With determination, Rukia marched to the Squad 13 barracks and resolved to prove her worth to the clan. Joining the training, she banished all negative thoughts and focused on improving herself. Kaien and Ukitake watched as Rukia diligently practiced alongside her peers. Her dedication and mastery of basic Shinigami drills were evident in her graceful movements and precise forms.
"I am taking her as my successor," Kaien suddenly announced, causing his wife, the 3rd seat of Squad 13, to look puzzled at her husband.
"She's about to awaken her Shikai and will likely achieve Bankai in the next decade," Kaien predicted, with Ukitake nodding in agreement.
"It's a shame that Byakuya is hindering a talent like her just because she reminds him of Hisana," Kaien thought to himself.
In the bustling streets of Rukongai, where poverty and struggle were daily companions, Tōsen navigated his world with acute senses that compensated for his lack of sight. Blindness had made him keenly attuned to sounds, smells, and the energy around him—a survival instinct honed through hardship. It was amidst this tumult that he first encountered Ayame, a young woman whose resolve and dreams would forever alter his path.
Ayame's aspirations soared beyond the confines of Rukongai. Her dream was to become a Shinigami, to wield her spiritual powers for the greater good and maintain peace in a world torn by strife. Her determination and compassionate spirit were beacons of hope for Tōsen, who found solace and inspiration in her presence.
As Ayame's abilities blossomed, she was accepted into the prestigious Shin'ō Academy, a testament to her dedication and potential. However, tragedy struck swiftly. Ayame's husband, consumed by jealousy and wounded pride, took her life in a fit of rage over a petty dispute. He silenced her dreams and shattered Tōsen's world.
Heartbroken and enraged by the injustice, Tōsen sought justice for Ayame's murder. He demanded answers from the Central 46, the governing body of the Soul Society, questioning why her killer had escaped punishment. His pleas for justice fell on deaf ears, and he was forcibly removed by guards, bitterness searing in his heart.
From that pivotal moment, Tōsen vowed to dedicate his life to a path of justice devoid of unnecessary bloodshed. With unwavering resolve, he entered the Shinigami Academy, driven by Ayame's memory and the promise he made to her spirit.
In the courtyard of the Shinigami Academy, Tōsen stood in silent contemplation, his thoughts consumed by memories of Ayame. He felt her absence keenly, her gentle voice echoing in his mind as if she were still beside him.
"You seem lost in thought, Tōsen," a kind voice said behind the blind man. Despite the empathy in the other person's voice, he could sense the dark energy emanating from the young Shinigami.
Rukia sat on the rooftop of the tallest building in Karakura, contemplating her powerlessness and wondering why her Shinigami powers had yet to return. She analyzed how her Gigai was useless in fighting the Hollows.
Suddenly, her mind drifted to a place she neither considered her home nor still honored, wondering if she would ever be able to return.
Rukia shook her head to banish the gloom. She no longer had attachments to anything or anyone.
"Emotions and attachments are weaknesses for a Shinigami," she remembered him saying. "They must never show weakness."
"La hawla wa la quwwata illa billah," she prayed as she stared at the night sky. It was exactly during times like this that one's faith clashed with the status quo.
Byakuya sat alone in the dining room because Rukia had started avoiding him three days ago. She had been eating her meals inside her room and leaving for work early, often returning so late that she missed dinner with him.
He suspected it might be due to the reason he gave her about her adoption. Since he couldn't reveal that Hisana was her older sister due to his promise, he briefly remembered how he had instructed his people to inform Rukia that she was adopted because she resembled his late wife, as a test.
Seeing how she reacted, he concluded that distance was the better option. However, her absence made him feel uncomfortable. Additionally, several marriage proposals had arrived in his office for Rukia, adding to the diplomatic issues in his pile of paperwork and duties.
to be continued...