AL-MUʿIZZ
The Giver of Honor, The Bestower of Might.
"Say, "O Allah, Owner of Sovereignty, You give sovereignty to whom You will and You take sovereignty away from whom You will. You honor whom You will and You humble whom You will. In Your hand is [all] good. Indeed, You are over all things competent."— (Qur'an 3:26)
"Whoever desires honor [through power] – then to Allah belongs all honor. To Him ascends good speech, and righteous work raises it. But they who plot evil deeds will have a severe punishment, and the plotting of those – it will perish."— (Qur'an 35:10)
"But seek, through that which Allah has given you, the home of the Hereafter; and [yet, do not forget your share of the world. And do good as Allah has done good to you. And desire not corruption in the land. Indeed, Allah does not like corrupters."— (Quran 28:77)
Overall, the name Al-Mu'izz serves as a source of guidance, strength, and inspiration for individuals and societies striving for justice, dignity, and honor 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)
Eric knelt on the floor, his gaze fixed on his grandfather as the elder delivered a lecture on the intricate system he had meticulously crafted. It became evident that the old man harbored a fervent desire for his grandson to inherit his aspirations of global dominance—a legacy passed down through generations but unfulfilled, culminating in the tragic loss of his own son to suicide. Consequently, he sought to instill in his grandson an unyielding determination to succeed at any cost, propelling the agenda of the organization he had painstakingly established.
As the undisputed ruler of the west underworld, wielding unparalleled influence from the shadows, he epitomized the last vestige of authority from a once-mighty empire now reduced to disparate states.
"I aim to establish a world founded on meritocracy, starkly contrasting the prevailing culture of incompetence-driven popularity contests," declared the elder, his voice resonating with disdain for the current state of affairs. "Individuals must be assigned roles commensurate with their merit, and inefficiencies ruthlessly pruned to optimize resource allocation," he fervently insisted.
Within this meticulously structured system were ten classifications: Luuswalhnaal, Kúwanah, Púshlha, Tisła, Wilxsilk, Ksílhma, Pilaamh, Pilaamhkun, and Súmcma. Luuswalhnaal occupied the apex, wielding authority over resources and individuals, while Súmcma were relegated to a status akin to expendable commodities.
The young boy listened in silence, an undercurrent of fear coursing through him in the presence of his formidable grandfather. Raised in a nurturing environment with loving parents and siblings, his world shattered on a fateful night when armed assailants laid siege to their home, leaving his entire family decimated. It was then that the old man emerged as his savior, revealing a familial bond and promising justice for the fallen.
However, as time wore on, doubt gnawed at the edges of his trust. While biological ties bound him to his grandfather, the weight of his progenitor's audacious ambitions and ruthless pursuit of power began to burden him. He yearned to distance himself from the ancient legacy that threatened to engulf his own aspirations and identity.
Byakuya, as soon as his aunt Jin-Vaijin left, turned his gaze to the map of his territories, contemplating the information Oruko reported.
Ra stirred beneath the stars...
His hand clenched. He then proceeded to write down his instructions to track down RF and Accp, and sent an order to the Spirinobu.
Facing the mountains of paperwork, Byakuya closed his eyes, somehow irritated.
Why is it that a certain someone is invading his thoughts? When she's nothing more than a look-alike. She was nothing to him but a promise to his beloved.
Frustrated at the loss of concentration, Byakuya decided to visit his late wife's grave, where the only portrait of her resides.
Walking with heavy feelings, he forced himself to erase the girl's image. But even though he was staring at his wife's picture, all he could think about was her.
"Auzubillahi minashaytani rajim," he said as the weird feeling crept into his chest. Though he was disgusted by it, secretly wishing that she wouldn't accept and that he wouldn't have to look at her. It was an irrational thought, something he disdained as a logical person.
But a promise is a promise.
Truth be told, ever since he found Rukia, he hadn't had a good night's rest. Not a blink of sleep filled with anxiety of waiting.
Waiting for something he doesn't even want to recognize.
And as days passed and she still didn't accept his offer, his chest was filled with dread, and only with dua could he quell the uncertainty of his emotions.
On one hand, he doesn't want to see Rukia, who reminded him of what he lost forever, and on the other, the firm decision to fulfill his wife's last wish.
Days turned into weeks. Thus, hope and anxiety plagued him wherever and whenever.
But suddenly, he received a note from his agent that Rukia had finally agreed to be his sister. And yet, instead of happiness, he felt a sinking dread.
"Masha Allah," he said, acknowledging the fact that there are things beyond one's control, even if he had the means.
Rukia sat on Ichigo's bed, looking up at the boy seriously.
"Lahawla wala kuwwata illa billah," she said. "It's unmistakable... The wound on his back... is caused by a hollow."
Ichigo looked at Rukia apprehensively.
Just this afternoon, they were hanging out with Chad on the rooftop, not knowing that his friend would be severely injured by the evening. And not because of any accident, but due to an attack from a hollow.
Not long after their discussion ended, each of them went to bed, deep in thought.
'People are able to hold onto hope, since death is that which cannot be seen,' Rukia thought solemnly.
"Bismika rabbee wadaAAtu janbee wabika arfaAAuh, fa-in amsakta nafsee farhamha, wa-in arsaltaha fahfathha bima tahfathu bihi AAibadakas-saliheen" (In Your name, my Lord, I lie down and in Your name I rise, so if You should take my soul, then have mercy upon it, and if You should return my soul, then protect it in the manner You do so with Your righteous servants).
Rukia prayed as she drifted into the unconscious realm, unaware that the boy haunted by a hollow, currently residing in the Kurosaki clinic, had gone missing.
As soon as she entered her first class that morning, all her classmates looked at her with curiosity, wondering why the Kuchiki clan had visited Rukia from Inuzuri, and not just by anyone, but by the captain of squad 6, Kuchiki Byakuya-sama himself, the most coveted bachelor/widower in all of Soul Society.
Everyone was excited to know about the encounter, but none dared to approach the stoic girl as she entered their classroom and sat by the window without much fuss.
There was an air of stoic arrogance around her that sometimes made them wonder if she was from a noble family herself. Well, as long as she didn't interact with her fellow Inuzuri resident Abarai Renji. They were, after all, the only ones who passed the entrance exam from that district, known to be a lawless territory.
But soon, the other students decided to ignore Rukia and her unusual encounter with the head of the Kuchiki clan, although they were burning with curiosity, seeing as she didn't seem like she would say anything at all or brag about it. Something they liked about her. She was at the top of their class, a candidate for the elite class if not for her weakness in zanjutsu.
She was kind and smart but a loner. She seemed to live inside her own world.
Rukia, all the while, pretended not to hear her classmates' chatter, not wanting to talk about the adoption at all. Unfortunately, the Dean of the academy kept pestering her about it.
And now, here she was, standing in front of a huge wooden gate accompanied by a very stoic older lady.
The moment the gate opened, the beauty of the Kuchiki manor made her blink as if wanting to verify the authenticity of the scene in front of her.
The grand mansion was surrounded by lush sakura trees and beautiful flowers.
She was left speechless in awe. Never had she seen something as beautiful as this.
to be continued...