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Al-Qiyamah; The Second Rise of Islam
Topic Started: Feb 6 2010, 05:24 PM (420 Views)
NRE	Feb 6 2010, 05:24 PM Post #1
Map Tsar and Southern Gentleman Posts: 9,266 Group: Admin Member #120 Joined: April 21, 2005	It is Allah who sends forth the Winds so that they raise up the Clouds, And We drive them to a Land that is dead, And revive the earth therewith after its death: Even so (will be) the Resurrection! surah 35:9 Fatir So much destruction....so much pain....can there ever be peace? Allah wept the day the invisible armies of Islam brought their great steel birds from the sky, never to fly again. When the great land beats of man were silenced, never to roar to life and stampede to battle. When the last of the great Muslim warriors stood before the infidels, threw down their riffles, and bowed at their feet for forgiveness. Allah wept for the children of Islam, for the chosen people of the world of God. True Paradise on Earth was lost that day and very few believe it would ever be regained. Posted Image The sight of Dominion aircraft in Paradisian airspace mere days after the end of the invasion was a sight few natives could fully comprehend. Never before had the armies of Allah stood down against the aggression of infidels. The Empire and subsequent Caliphate had reached an apex of power the likes of which had few equals and through this power the Caliphate had been perceived by the world a perpetually untouchable. However Konstantin Ganz Gassel, the mastermind of masterminds, had raised an army to finally rival the world’s greatest. The initial blitz took the country by storm and it seemed that day as if the heaven themselves were in torrent as sandstorms broke out against the invading sacrilegious enemies. Caliph Ali Al-Khalifa gave everything he had to defending the great empire on earth, but his faith faltered under the intense pressure of the enemies advance. It was never a question of if Paradise would fall, but more a question of when. Had the Caliph order it, the men of Paradise would have fought until no one was left standing against the enemy armies. The Dominion, while they would have survived, would have suffered enumerable losses for their success. The future may have looked different had Al-Khalifa truly put himself in the hands of his God. Instead he betrayed the oldest nation on earth, stood down from the throne of thrones, and bowed to a foreign master that was not his equal. Chancellor Gassel spared no time in devouring his newest prize and possession. Caliph Al-Khalifa became a vip guest of Gassel, taken from Paradise back to Asia where he would remain a prisoner of the Chancellor until his death. Slavery and torture for his defiance was his punish and only few can speculate if Allah forgave him upon his death. In his place Gassel, a true chess master, replace one king for another. For the spiritual empire that Paradise was, Gassel placed a Caliph whose name shall never be mentioned again in the histories of Paradise. He was lie and a deception; Allah no more whispered to him than he did the infidels he worked for and his spiritual authority over the Islamic world was laughable. For political power Gassel gave the nation to General Faisal Abdul Bin Rahman Al-Sahaf , an Arab traitor who won over Gassel with his unquestionable loyalty and service during the invasion. The Military regime General Rahman organized was one that emulated the rest of the Dominion world. It worked ruthlessly to destroy the Paradisian military, taking those who could be re-educated for their Dominion’s use, and eradicated those that could not. Only about 20% of the Paradisian military survived the Dominion purges for use in its military machine. 50% were put to death and a remaining 30% were imprisoned to work in labor camps within and outside the nation’s borders. General Rahman’s grip on Paradise was tight, and nothing happened without his knowledge. He believed his regime would last an eternity along side the Dominion but power, like beauty, is fleeting. Eventually Gassel’s world would collapse, his capital would fall, and his surviving armies would be left to wonder the world without a flag or state to fight for. In Paradise things did not change as quickly as in other occupied regions. General Rahman was quick to insulate the country and keep all news of Zapht’s demise from reaching the masses. This initially worked well for the first months following the fall as it almost appeared as if Rahman and the military government could survive. After all they had within their grasp one of the world’s wealthiest nations to do with as they pleased. In some respects, the fall of Zapht was a blessing as now they could operate and move in any direction they saw fit without oversight. The General was even thinking of instilling a more likable Caliph to please the people and make them more obedient to his regime. This policy never got a chance though as General Rahman soon realized that his regime was not as “air tight” as his aids and underlings had painted it to be. News of Zapht, rumors of its fall began circulating throughout the masses of Paradise. Many saw it as Allah’s vengeance against the infidels that defiled his kingdom on earth. Slowly the wheels of insurrection and rebellion began to turn. This did not go unnoticed by General Rahman but what did, was the speed at which the situation would escalate. Rahman never saw the execution of the puppet Caliph coming, at least not as quickly nor as brutally as it had been carried out. In searching out those individuals responsible for the crime, the General uncovered the true hornets nest that laid in wait. What he found was a highly organized and well-prepared resistance ready to strike. Seemingly overnight factions against his government had organized themselves into armies all waiting for their signals to attack. The Caliph’s death was that signal and General Rahman frantically organized his own forces to fight back. The first rebellion erupted in the oils fields where many ex-soldiers of Paradise were sent to work in camps in the hot sun for the black gold that Gassel’s war machine so desperately need to survive. The slaves of the oil fields greatly outnumber their jailers but were kept in line through a systematic breakdown of their will to fight. They seemed like mindless drones that knew only their work and did it without mishap or qualm. This had gone on for years after Paradise fell but something changed when the news of Zapht reached these men. It was as if all the torture, beatings, and senseless violence against them at the hands of their Dominion overlords finally clicked and that their Arab hearts once again began to beat. Armed only with the tools of their trade the men unilaterally struck against their jailers and a fight broke out that lasted hours. When the dust settled the slaves of the camp were victorious. Many of their fellow men lost their lives but the loses were not in vain and now free from their bondage they could again reclaim what was so brutally taken from them. The leader whom rose from their ranks was a young 28 year old by the name of Rashed Al Harbi. He was a former private in the army and a idealist that yearned from the moment he awoke from captivity for the country that had been lost. He began leading his men in raids against Dominion positions through the oil fields, taking them and leaving no prisoners. The men he freed joined him and like a Spartacus of his time, leading them into newer battles and gaining their support through his fantasy of resurrecting the glorious empire of old. General Rahman would have easily delt with Al Harbi had he been alone, but his rebellion was only the tip of an ever exposing iceberg. Not soon after Al Harbi’s insurrection began that another prisoner revolt occurred, this time in one of the maximum prison facilities once used to house the most violent of Paradisian criminals but soon became home to those individuals the Dominion could not afford to eradicate because of their knowledge but could not seem to re-educate either. It was here that Ra'ad bin Hussein, a former Colonel in the 9th Paradisian Legion, escalated a small prison fight into a full-blown rebellion with help from allies on the outside. With the power cut, the prison was left helpless as guards struggled to restore order. Hussein had the expressed pleasure of finding the warden, a Chinese man who had made a hobby out of torturing the prisoners for information. Hussein was one of many that had suffered the greatest under the warden’s care and made sure that night that he received the same treatment. Little was recognizable of the man when Hussein was finally done with his own interrogation session. His brutality against the warden earned him the respect of those prisoners that survived the revolt. They took what supplies were left and set the facility of fire before disappearing into the foothills. Only days later did they return on horse back and began their raids against supply depots and other small facilities that General Rahman operated along the foothills of the mountain range. Within weeks young men from neighboring villages began seeking out Hussein’s men and his numbers increased. Unlike Harbi who entertained his men’s trust with visions of restoring the Caliphate of old, Hussein promised only two things. He promised death to all those who inflicted pain and power to do with as he and his men wished. The raids against the depots and other important encampments of General Rahman’s forces would lead General Rahman to leave the capital. He wanted to personally lead his forces against these rebellious elements, crush them, and secure his supremacy over the nation. This was a mistake that the General would never recover from for in the capital city slept an element of the rebellion that Rahman never saw awakening. General Hakim Al-Jafar was one of the only senior officers left the Paradisian military. He’d commanded the Paradisian 5th Army against the Dominion in Basra and he had been defeated despite the successes he had endured. He had hoped he would die that day when he saw his army defeat, but for Al-Jafar, the torment was only just beginning. Being a well informed and highly respected General, Rahman decided to keep Al-Jafar and work him into his own military administration. After all Al-Jafar had knowledge and insight into Paradise that few others possessed. He was asset to Rahman, one that allow him complete power over Paradise far easier than it should have been. This was a humiliation for which Al-Jafar suffered each and everyday he woke up. A few times he even tried to end it by his own hands but every time Rahman foiled his plans. Eventually the General broke, now well within his 60s he became old a gray, complacent and utterly obedient to the orders he received from Rahman. At least, that was what he wanted Rahman to believe. The true was that it was a carefully calculated façade of which General Al-Jafar used to his utmost advantage. Having decided long ago to betray Rahman, Al-Jafar used his position to change certain requests, to create certain discrepancies in order forms to funnel supplies into an underground army he was building. The day Rahman left Riyadh was the day Al-Jafar woke up and put his plan in action. Within ours anarchy erupted in the streets of the capital city as seemingly helpless beggars, store owners, and street workers rose from the slums armed with military grade weapons. The fighting was brutal and many innocent and young men lost their lives, their blood washing the streets red. In the end, within only a few days Riyadh fell to Al-Jafar. This information was kept from reaching Rahman until it was too late. The General now found himself in a situation of unparallel doom for what he’d built. He seemed to be surrounded by enemies and with each passing our a new rebellion erupted in the streets of some village and city, a war was brewing and he knew he could not fight it alone. For greater Paradise new problems were emerging, as it wasn’t a question of if they wanted to be free. The question was, once free, who then would they turn to for guidance and leadership? Edited by NRE, Feb 7 2010, 02:26 PM.



Kasnyia	Feb 7 2010, 12:52 AM Post #2
Chairman of the Bank Posts: 12,339 Group: Veterans Member #164 Joined: July 15, 2005	OOC- genuflects to the awesomeness Nice post dude. :D



NRE	Feb 8 2010, 02:27 PM Post #3
Map Tsar and Southern Gentleman Posts: 9,266 Group: Admin Member #120 Joined: April 21, 2005	*Mecca....Paradise* The sun rose across the endless sea of desert and sand, its heat scorching the earth of Allah's kingdom. East, west, south, or north it was all the same, the endless endless sea of sand. For millionia untold civilizations rose in this hostile environment and conquered. They built their great kingdoms, temples, and palaces. They created oases in an unforgiving world and spread their wealth and prosperity across the world. They all reached an apex of power that was unique to reach and comparable to none. Vast armies clouded the landscape, their arrows blocking out the sun and their steel unforgivably cold. They achieve power beyond power but the sands of the desert are mistress no man dare lay with. It lures with its beauty and images of fantasy, showing men what they want. It dances, tantalizing their senses and forcing them deeper into its clutches. In the end the desert takes back what it gives, devouring these great civilizations and burying them deep beneath its surface and returning the world anew. This cycle has existed since the dawn of time and will continue until the end, for no man can conquer the desert, no man can take what is not his to own. Posted Image Mecca was the city of the prophet, the city for all pilgrims, the city of Islam. Millions would pour into this city and millions more from around the world would bow in prayer in its direction, hoping to be caught in its great shadow, like a kiss from Allah himself upon their brow. A great oasis in the desert, it was a city light and of life, a holy city and not even the Dominion dared to touch. Supreme Chancellor Gassel was not a man who had rose so far being a fool. He under the symbolism of Mecca and while he himself say no reason to wipe the city off the face of the earth, he knew there was a time, a season for everything. So when he took Paradise he made little restrictions for pilgrims traveling to Mecca. Yes they were searched, yes they were screen, but still they traveled. They traveled until the could no longer, until the battle fronts shifted and Paradise fell behind the great curtains, unobtainable to millions. Mecca fell silent, her lights dimmed and the dust began to settle. The Desert was ready for her, to embrace the city that it gave birth to and take it back into the oblivion from which it bore. It was not time, Mecca was still need, the Muslims still needed it, Islam was not dead. Three horsemen rode into Mecca, one from the North, one from the Northeast, and one from the east. They rode in alone, shrouded in hoods as the gently trotted through the half-empty streets leading from the outskirts of the city to the great Al-Masjid al-Ḥarām. The Grand Mosque, the largest in the world, one held some 4 million people in prayer. Once alive with the whispers and chants of those who prayed to Allah almighty, its halls were now silent. Its halls were silent until this day when three sets of footstep echoed through the great halls of the grand mosque, each entering from a different direction, their prayer rugs tucked beneath their arms, all headed to the same point. The Kaaba, for many is the true center of the entire Islamic world. One by one they entered, spreading their rugs and kneeling before the Kaaba in prayer. Soon three were knelt before the Kaaba, their whispering prayers wondering around the empty space. It lasted for longer than one can image although in reality perhaps only a few minutes. Again the grand mosque fell silent until again this shroud was broken. "I am glad that you came as I will not lie, I wasn't sure either of you would" "I am not here to pray or to be betrayed, I will kill you if you dare." "Surely you did not bring a weapon, we were asked not to, you not have in such a holy pla.." "Of course not, I am a Muslim now and forever, I cannot forget where I have come from." The three sat up, still on their knee and removed their hoods. They were still alone, the mosque was still silent. "I would not have asked either of you here if I had intended to kill you" said General Hakim Al-Jafar, his gray hair glistened in the sunlight from overhead. Colonel Ra'ad bin Hussein gave a smirk of annoyance across his middle aged face. "That is yet to be seen old man, we shall see why you have asked us here. You were once a well respected man, it was for that reputation alone that I entertained this request of yours but make yourself quick for I have many enemies left to kill." "Then I shall make my words quick for I believe neither of us have time to waste. Paradise is fractured, is bleeding, she dies with each passing day. The Dominion took everything and left only the bones from their meal... but I still hold hope. Each of us carry a piece of a very important puzzle, a puzzle that once completed can form the foundation of a new era for this nation. You Colonel Hussein have taken many supply depots from our enemy and now sit on the great weapons this nation once defended itself with." General Al-Jafar turned. "You Captain Harbi, with your own army have taken much of the nation's oil field, holding in your possession the vast wealth this nation thrives off of. An I, I control Riyadh, once this nation's heart and the center of power. Alone we hold but a fraction of what this nation once was, but together we hold this nation. We still have an enemy to fight but in the end we will have him and that will leave only each other. We could fight and kill each other until one remains but our nation has split enough blood. If we fight, we risk embroiling a civil war that will throw our border wide open, allowing for all the foreign world to enter and rape our lands for their gain. It happen even now, in Kazakhstan and I fear it will happen here if we fight." "What do you propose then General" said Rashed Al Harbi, the youngest of the three men but aged by his enslavement at the hands of the enemy. "I propose a triumvirate, a dictatorship of three. We shall rule as equals, three that are one, no man's voice greater than the other two. With our combined forces we can successfully capture our enemy and begin to rebuild the nation, resurrect the Caliphate and the Islamic world. We shall rule for as long as necessary until the Caliphate is ready, until we can restore a Caliph that Allah approves. It will not be a easy task we take, and we may not always agree but I myself am ready to do everything I must, sacrifice whatever I must to restore this nation." The air fell silent, it was a odd silence that had never existed before in this holy site. "Restoring the Caliphate must be our goal" said Captain Harbi, "betraying that promise will be the great offense you can do against me. However, I am willing to cooperate in the interest of my people." Colonel Hussein began to laugh, his bellows breaking the silence of every hallway in the mosque. He rose from his seat and began to roll his up his rug. "So then your answer is no" said General Al-Jafar. "I must implore you Colonel, to think of what you are giving up." Just then the Colonel, moving quickly over the General, his face enraged. "DON'T TELL ME WHAT I HAVE GIVEN UP" he said, his voice deep and his tone fierce. "I sacrificed everything to defend this nation from the armies of the infidels. I gave my life for the Caliph and I should have died on the battlefield. But I was spared only to see my wife, my children slaughter before me and their blood washed before my knees. I lived to see my pride taken, my body scared, and my soul tortured. I gave EVERYTHING, I lost EVERYTHING...SO OLD MAN, DO NOT dictate to ME about giving up!" No sooner had the Colonel finished that the General, his fist closed, punched the colonel and sent him to the ground. No sooner could the Colonel react than General Al-Jafar grabbed him by the shirt and lifted him onto his feet and into his face. "DO NOT DARE BELIEVE THAT YOU ALONE LOST EVERYTHING" said the General, his voice rustic but bellowing with a fire unmatched. "I TOO should have died the say I gave my life to defend the Caliph. I should died the day the infidels surrounded my men and we were forced to surrender by order of our master. Instead I was brought back to the capital where I had a choice, defy the new masters of lay in wait, waiting for the day they made their mistake. I made my choice, I sat back and gave them everything so that I could live to see the day when they were no more. For that sacrifice, for that choice...I LOST EVERYTHING. My children were the first to go, defiance in their spirit they tried to resist but in end their bodies gave up to the torture and embrace Allah's love. This I have come to understand, this I have used to move myself forward. But my wife, a beautiful maiden in her youth, my wife believe I had betrayed everything that I was. I could not tell for hear that other would know and my deception would be caught. For this choice, I lost my wife to a blade in her own hand. I CAN NEVER forgive myself and I shall never. You lost your family to the hands of infidels, their deaths can be avenged. How am I to avenge a death that I myself committed? Tell me this and I will let you go." The Colonel said nothing, his mouth bloodied he simply looked into the eyes of the man before him. "That is what I thought" said General Al-Jafar, releasing the colonel from his grip. Captain Harbi who witnessed everything had also risen from his rug, as the the General and Colonel began to part was, he stood between them. "We can all agree we've lost greatly" said the Captain. "We have all be orphaned by the Dominion wars but instead of letting it divide us, why not use it to unite us. Let us agree to rebuild the Caliphate so that no Muslim again suffers what we have. Here, in this very spot let us join in hand and seal a brighter fate for Paradise." The Captain held out his right hand, palm down and looked at each of the other men. For moments the three men simply stood their, neither the General nor the Colonel willing to move. Finally Al-Jafar made his move, came to the Captain and placed his wrinkled hand over the young Captain's. "I am here for an alliance, I cannot leave without saying I tried." he said. This left the Colonel who stood there, looking first at the two men and then around the Mosque. "Hold do you propose we assert our government" he said to the other two men. "I have been promised by the clerics in the capital that we shall have their support. We shall assert an military government as the facilities of such are already in place. The Clerics will again assume the judiciary and we shall assume executive and legislative powers. Martial law will continue and we will do everything necessary to rebuild the military, the economy, and the government until such time as it is proper to re-instill a Caliph of whom we shall swear our allegiance to." The Colonel stood there a moment, a look of slight disgust and thought cam across his face. Finally the rolled his eyes and moved over to the other two. "Understand I neither do this for you or for myself. I do this for my men whom deserve with their families...a brighter future." With that the Colonel placed his hand in the huddle, the pact was sealed. Each man left the mosque shrouded, traveling out the way they came in and disappearing into the desert as the sun left beyond the horizon. Within days they would met again in Riyadh, within days the world world would know.



NRE	Feb 9 2010, 05:06 PM Post #4
Map Tsar and Southern Gentleman Posts: 9,266 Group: Admin Member #120 Joined: April 21, 2005	News Jungle Posted Image *This is PNN, World Wide Leader in Muslim News. Now live from our studios in the heart of Riyadh, here's Rashed Abdullah Zuhair* Posted Image Good evening and thank you for joining us I'm Rashed Abdullah ZUhair, may God bless you and all Muslim's world wide. It has been several years since this new agency was able to broadcast, having been shutdown by the Dominion in efforts to suppress Muslim news. With the age of the Dominion over we look forward to bring back the quality of service Muslims around the world have come to expect from the Paradise News Network. Our top story a noon today comes from the Paradisian capital that fell silent a few weeks back after rebellions began gripping the nation. Former General Faisal Abdul Bin Rahman Al-Sahaf, head of the Caliph's government left the capital one week ago in order to personally lead the Paradisian internal security forces against the instigators of civil unrest. Since that time the a government coup has taken place, the capital city put on curfew and little travel being allowed in to or out of the city itself. While several speculations had been made about this mysterious shake up in General Rahman's government, rumors were laid to rest today at a media conference called at the steps of the Palace. That Conference is scheduled to take place now and so we're going to take you live, to the steps of the Royal Palace. The scene is a sunny day in the Paradisian capital. A rather large crowd of citizens have begun to gather around the steps of the Palace, armed guards keep them from getting very close to three podiums that have been setup at the top of the stairs. A giant Paradisian flag is draped over the front of the palace. The Palace doors open live on camera as General Hakim Al-Jafar, Colonel Ra'ad bin Hussein, and Captain Rashed Al Harbi walk out side-by-side one another. All three men are dress in full military regalia. General Al-Jafar stands at the center podium, Colonel Hussein to his right and Captain Harbi to his left. The General is the first to speak. "Citizens of Paradise, may Allah smile upon you as he looks upon our nation and deems it once again good. For many years now we have suffered under a government that oppressed our Islamic heritage, offended our Islamic honor, and disgraced our place in the Islamic world. The Caliph who replaced our last Caliplh, Ali Al-Khalifa, was a cruel joke played on us by foreign powers. That man no more deserved our respect than Al-Khalifa deserves our forgiveness. For the last Caliph was an impostor, given to us so that our people would remain docile while the Dominion raped our armies, our lands, and our women. It seems that his work went well for we did exactly as the Dominion hoped, we remained docile. We were docile because Ali Al-Khalifa, a man for whom I myself swore absolute obedience to, betrayed us. He willingly capitulated with the enemy and surrendered our people to him. For this, his name shall never be forgiven and it was for this that men like myself drowned in the sour of our betrayal. Luckily for Paradise men like the two that stand beside me now did not falter in our time of need. They instead rose up from the ashes of obscurity and gave the sound for battle so we Paradisians would awake from our long slumber. We have awaken my fellow Muslims, we have awaken and we stare at the world today with our eyes wide and our senses honed. General Rahman is a traitor to the Muslim people and to Paradise. For this reason he must be given no shelter from the storm that pursues him. He is a fugitive and it will be our duty to capture this man and bring him to the capital for justice. We shall do that, we must do that for ourselves and to prove our love for Allah" At that a great applause rang out from the crowd which lasted several minutes. When it died out, Colonel Hussein began to speak "Citizens of Paradise know that we must no longer remain the docile nation we have become. We must rise up again in the name of Allah and rebuild all that we have lost. We can do this, we must do this for ourselves and our children. We were once the most powerful nation on the face of the Earth and we can be again if we only work together for that which we seek to gain. It is not a easy road that we seek to walk down but it is a necessary one. We Paradisians are no strangers to hard work, to sweat in the heat of the desert for the bounty of its riches. We know how to labor to build bigger and greater things. With their bare hands the Paradisians of old took the barren wastelands of the great deserts and built great cities to their name. These cities remain as testaments to their glory and power. We too can reclaim that glory and power but we must not do it simply for ourselves but for the Islamic world. This I know we can do, this I know we must do. Paradise will rise again and it will do so on the backs of all Muslims!" Again another thunderous applause erupted from the crowd, this time accompanied by thousands of cheers. Captain Harbi wait for the crowd to again grow quiet but when they did not he broke through their cheers himself "We three have come together for the good of Paradise. This nation, this Empire needs much work to rebuilt in back to the glory of the old days. In the spirit of cooperation and togetherness we have agree to head the Paradisian government ourselves, acting as a triumvirate. We shall assume the powers of the Emperors of old and use them to begin the rebuilding process. The Caliphate will rise again, we will again seat upon the throne of Paradise a man worthy of calling our Caliph. However, that day is not now, that time is not now. Now is the time that we rebuild, that we fix the problems of the state and make it better. Now is the time that young men able to fight join our armies and help to rebuild the great armies of Islamic. Today is the day that we jump start the economy and again make this nation a prosperous Empire. Today is the day that we reach out to all Muslims and assure them that Paradise has not abandoned them. Together we three will lead Paradise into the new era and with your help, with the help of all Muslims Paradise will again rise! The crowd again begins to cheer, this time chanting "Long Live Paradise" and "Praise Allah." The Camera is left on this scene for several minutes until again viewers are brought back to the PNN studios. Certainly this is a glorious day to be a Muslim. Though there are no doubt difficult days ahead of us, we Paradisians now have a government worth investing in. Just before we went live, PNN received this message from the new government of Paradise. It is a announcement to all world leaders which states: Leaders of the World, the Dominion puppet state of Paradise has been overthrown. The Caliphate of Paradise again rises and we ask that all nations, especially Muslim nations, recognize the Triumvirate government as the legitimate government of Paradise.. We here at PNN will try to get an exclusive interview with the new government as soon as possible.



Porcu	Feb 9 2010, 07:53 PM Post #5
"Work is the curse of the drinking classes." Posts: 4,188 Group: Global Mods Member #415 Joined: February 19, 2008	Despite the shocking news coming out of Paradise and a barrage of questions from reporters in The Hague, no word came from the Nixon administration with regard to Paradise's Triumvirate government.



NRE	Feb 17 2010, 04:21 PM Post #6
Map Tsar and Southern Gentleman Posts: 9,266 Group: Admin Member #120 Joined: April 21, 2005	*The Royal Palace, Riyadh* Since the announcement of the Triumvirate government of Paradise, much had changed in the capital city and the wider country....and much had not. Unlike before, people returned to the streets and to the Mosques, a sense of freedom washed the vast majority of Paradisians. It was a freedom not felt for many years having been under the more unusual totalitarian rule of the Dominion puppet government. However, as it great tradition for Paradise, one military government was making the rapid transition to another. The Triumviri (a term they did not use themselves but was associated with them by many) had thus far remained cooperative with each other, a surprise to many of their closes allies. General Hakim Al-Jafar had a taken a leadership role for the group, a natural fit for the eldest of the three men and the one with the most experience in serving the Paradisian people through the military. Colonel Ra'ad bin Hussein, with his strong will and fierce determination certainly formed the backbone of the group. Though he did not openly admit it, he did find subtly ways of relying on Al-Jafar's judgement so that he never compromised his own imagine but at the same time utilized Al-Jafar's experience. Captain Rashed Al Harbi was the innovative mind, the one who coul see clearest of all where the nation was heading. Using Al-Jafar's experience and Hussein's strength and will, Harbi believe his goals, the groups goals could be achieved. His youth and inexperience led him to rely more heavily on the other two but in turn, he represented for the group and to the Paradisian people, the future and the progressive nature of their government in moving forward and rebuilding. They shared the same office, the former royal office of the Caliph. Gone was the single office table and chair and replace was a long table of which all three men could sit, evenly spaced from one other and the end. Al-Jafar in the center, Hussein to the right and Harbi to the left. It was of the finest quality wood, perhaps a symbol of the best craftsmanship in the entire Middle East, perhaps the world. Gone were the different uniforms and ranking pens that once divided the men. In their place were three identical uniforms, each man now assuming the rank of Mushir of Field Marshal. It was the rank and title of Mushir that each man identified himself with and it was how everyone in the new government came to address them. Already to their credit the Mushir had put many many Paradisians back in their homes and back to work. Most of the "political" prisoners but in prison or in the work camps had been freed. Others were undergoing interrogations to make sure their allegiance would be to Paradise. The economy of Paradise was starting to show signs of life again, life unlike the strangle hold that the Dominion had put it under. The Caliphate was producing oil again, oil it would sell itself and it alone would reap the benefits of. The great schools were once again opened for more free discussion and thinking. The heart of Paradise began to beat, beat far louder than it had for years. There lay only three problems the Mushir believed deserved their utmost attention in the current months ahead of them. First and foremost was the unsettling fact that their scouts had yet captured General Faisal Abdul Bin Rahman Al-Sahaf. Having led his army out of the Capital, Al-Jafar's betrayal spread to him fast and instead of riding into battle, he choose the disappear into the sands. Now into their second month of power, the Mushir knew that General Rahman was simply laying it wait somewhere, designing some scheme to return to power. The borders were closed and air travel as practically none existent at the moment. The General wouldn't be leaving the country without their knowledge, the Mushir knew this much. Still they would all sleep far more easily at night if they could lay their hands on the man and know in what prison that he himself slept. The second problem was that the Empire needed allies. The Muslim world had, like all the other worlds, become fractured by the Dominion Wars. The Mushir needed trading partners of whom they could sale their old and other goods, partners they could get the materials that Paradise need to rebuild. With less and less of the Middle East looking "Muslim," it was questionable if anyone was left for Paradisians to turn to. It seemed Paradise would have to extend its reach, combing all four corners of the world to find the children the Middle East had lost. Though certainly a challenge it was not one that the Paradisian people could not overcome. The last challenge was that of Islam itself or more specifically, the Mushir's ability to gain the support of the clerical elite to cement the legitimacy of their government. Al-Jafar was no stranger to many of the Islamic clerics that had power both in the capital and beyond, but his influence was limited. The Mushir had to convince these men to support them because it was only through Allah's will that Paradise could be reborn. Seeing it as the most immediate challenge, the Mushir request the presence of every major and important Imam throughout Paradise to come to the capital. One by one these great scholarly men of the faith came and soon the Mushir's office was filled with these men, all standing before these new leaders of the faith, open to hear what these military men had to say. The mood of the clerics was mixed as some held out optimism for the new government while others showed nothing but pessimistic attitudes. For the pessimists, only a Caliph could gain their respect and reverence, not the Mushir. "Gentlemen, reverend men of Paradise" said Al-Jafar. He more than the other two, became the voice of the three. "We are so honored that our request of your presence was answered for you certainly do our hearts good to see that so many remains so true to the faith, our faith, the faith of Allah. Surely our Mosques fill more often now than they have in years since the fall of our great Empire. Surely you men can see the good that we wish to accomplish for our people. Allah has looked upon our worked and smiled. However, we are not fools nor do we dare attempt to say Allah speaks to us. We do understand that Paradise will only rise so long as Allah wills it but how can we work for Allah's approval if we cannot speak to him? You represent our means of discussion with Allah and that is why we ask that you stand with us. Support our cause, allow us to again invigorate our people with the words of Allah and a sense of pride for their heritage. Again the Mosques will overflow and again Paradise shall rise as a model for all Muslim states but only if you stand by us." Usaama Ibn Al-Shuraim was perhaps the eldest Imam in attendance of the meeting. Almost all of the other Imams respect Al-Shuraim for his wisdom and devotion to the words of Allah. He was a symbolic model of how all Imams should live their lives in the Islamic world. He had, during the Dominion and puppet state, been a vocal opponent of the government both in Paradise and in Zapht. However, his spiritual importance to the Muslims was far to great for Gassel to risk an assassination. Still, the man suffered under the Dominion greatly if not completely directly. Randomly he would be attack in the street by youths, he had almost been hit by a car twice, and once he was stabbed. He walked with a limp, had to place most of his weight on a cane he walked no where without, and saw poorly out of his left eye. Still he stood proud and omnipresent as he addressed to Mushir on their request. "All men here like all men out there understand the importance during times like these for unity. We no more wish to see Paradise die than you Mushirs do. Allah blessed this Empire in his infinite wisdom and gave to us countless generations of happiness and prosperity. We forsaken that gift and allowed infidels to freely pass beyond the borders and dirty our sacred soil. It is a crime we will not easily be forgiven of nor one we can easily repay. We must be punished and we will be made to pay and pay we shall for untold time. Our only hope is that we may repay the debt incurred so that our children will not be burdened by our mistakes. However, we cannot believe that we shall be forgive by Allah when we ourselves continue to stand in defiance of his will. You cannot replace one military government with another and believe this is his will. Allah spoke to his people and told us to create a mighty Caliphate by his own design. This is the government Paradise requires and I can see no other government we Imams can support less we wish to defy our God." "Do not misunderstand our intentions" said Al-Jafar. "We too seek the restoration of our lost Caliphate but you must understand that the Dominion broke the royal line. We have no heir and no man here is so righteous or foolishly pompous to believe that they are the choice of Allah. Where are we to find our Caliph and by what standards do we judge him by to ensure he is of Allah's choice? Our people cannot wait for Caliph less we sick further into despair. We three agree that a Caliph will return but until then, we shall act in his stead to ensure our Empire's survival." "Then we are of agreement so far as an heir is concerned" said Al-Shuraim. The point was more of a test to see if either of the three Mushir dared believe himself heir to the Caliphate. Their answer was sufficient enough for him. "Allow us to solve this problem Mushir, allow us to seek out the new Caliph. He will be boy, too young to rule, but one just ripe to teach. We shall teach him, we the Imams shall teach him everything he will need to know to be the Caliph this nation will need. When he is ready we will bring him here and you shall bow to him as your need master. Until then, you three shall know no master but yourselves and will receive the full backing from us. We shall trust in you to rebuild the Caliphate and in return you shall trust us to educate a new Caliph fit for the Empire you've built." The three men looked at one another and gave silent nods. "Then is an agreement that is acceptable and honorable. We shall leave to your discretion the future of this nation as you leave us, the path Paradise takes to that future..."



NRE	Feb 22 2010, 03:44 PM Post #7
Map Tsar and Southern Gentleman Posts: 9,266 Group: Admin Member #120 Joined: April 21, 2005	*The Industrial Sector, Riyadh* The industrial sector of the capital city was one of the largest industrial sectors within the entire country, if not the entire world. Large as perhaps some of the most populated capitals in the world, it was a city within a city and house most of the more powerful companies and factories within Paradise. It was within this particular industrial zone that a good majority of Paradise's innovative military technology was born. Thus is was no surprise that the Dominion made sure that this particular area was taken first when they marched on the capital. They greatly squeezed everything they could out of the industries of Paradise to fuel the global war machine Gassel designed to conquer and build his mighty empire. When Zapht fell this pearl of the desert fell into the puppets hands and General Faisal Abdul Bin Rahman Al-Sahafsaw knew that with vast power the Empire he built would be untouchable. Luckily for Paradise, General Rahman did not not get the chance to further abuse Paradise's industrial powerhoue as his attention was turned elsewhere during his brief time in power. Thus, the great industrial might of Paradise lay now in the hands of the Mushir and it would be through their guidance that this sleeping giant would again awaken. Already the old signs of the Dominion were being taken down, those factories converted for military production were being converted back so as to give Paradise back its diverse industrial production power. The slave camps which once powered the industrial sectors were also being torn down and people were returning home. CEO's were being given back their companies and the Mushir were overseeing a return to the old Paradisian economic system. The Mushirs were reviving the old system of private sectoral monopolies within the economy, monopolies they were employing through government contracts. These contracts were for everything from weapons, food, to construction, and clothing all in an effort to get Paradisians working again. The Mushir needed the average citizens (this excluding CEOs, politicians and military officers) back in the work force so that they could have these individual's income completely taxed. Those harsh it wasn't entire a bad deal since under the old system being revived, the State provides citizens with everything they need on a meritocratic basis (the more taxes you pay, the more goods and services you receive from the State). In other words, Empire rewards you if you are a productive citizen. This economic system was efficient for the Empire and the Caliphate since people who did not work received nothing from the State. Also given there was no minimum wage and no social safety net, people knew they had to work and work hard. Those unemployed had no choice but to join the Military in order to survive thereby creating a steady influx of able bodies to fight. The Mushir's efforts for restoring this economic system were making steady growth but they knew they would eventually hit a wall if the country had no trading partners. This was another priority that they knew they would have to tackle. Their decision was to reach out to those Arabic nations that still remained now in the post-Dominion world. *Encrypted Transmission* To: Abnari Emirate of al-Andalus From: Military Government of the Caliphate of Paradise The Emir of Al-Andalus is invited to the Palace of Riyadh to discuss among many things, the future of the Muslim world as well as explore economic and diplomatic relations between our two countries.



Abnar	Feb 23 2010, 03:33 PM Post #8
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the lurkiest of them all? Posts: 1,369 Group: Veterans Member #303 Joined: December 4, 2006	Within a day, a flight plan had been confirmed with the Paradisians, and a sleek business jet had landed at an airstrip just outside of Riyadh. Two figures disembarked. The first, a man in a brown bisht and black-and-white keffiyeh, was obviously aging. He did not walk quite upright, and his steps down the jet's staircase were careful and deliberate. However, a pair of keen eyes looked out from his weathered face, and behind the bristly white beard was a kind mouth. One of his hands gripped the railing tight, while the other held the hand of the other passenger - a woman about his height, in a clearly expensive business suit. She was beautiful, certainly, but her face was serious, and gave the impression that it was always this way, as though she had been practicing this half-scowl for years. The man misstepped only slightly, barely enough for an observer to notice, and she tightened her grip out of concern. Having reached the tarmac, the Emira and her father entered the sedan waiting to take them to the Palace. OOC: Sorry for the hold up. Gotta get the creative juices flowing again, so forgive the rudimentary posts until I get warmed up. :lol: Edited by Abnar, Feb 23 2010, 03:34 PM.



NRE	Feb 27 2010, 02:54 PM Post #9
Map Tsar and Southern Gentleman Posts: 9,266 Group: Admin Member #120 Joined: April 21, 2005	OOC: No problem ^^ I've been busy this past week, hadn't had much time or drive to RP. The driver wasted no time leaving the airport and get these very important visitors and guest to the Caliph's palace. Life was slowly returning to the capital so there was far more people out on the streets now than there was a few months ago, though this was still a far cry from the crowds that once roamed the street at the height of the business day. Pulling through the gates of the Palace, guards in crisp and clean Paradisian uniforms stood at attention. Pulling to the front of the Palace, a red carpet had been laid out for the guests and as the Driver came to open the door for the guests, the Mushir emerged from the Palace to formally greet their guests. Walking side-by-side the Mushir dressed in their formal military dress approached the elderly man and his daughter, the Emira with firm but welcoming faces. "Emira Nadia al-Faruk, allow me to welcome you and your guest to Paradise" said Mushir Hakim Al-Jafar, the unofficial head of the group. "Allah smiles upon us for such a beautiful day such as this for such a meeting between our countries. For too long the Muslim world has been disorganized, fractured in the face of the new era. It is our deepest hope that once we've concluded our meeting here today, the Muslim world will emerge more united. After all, there was a time the Muslim world peered over the globe as a King among kings, the undisputed power block of the Middle East. " Welcoming their guests into the Palace the group entered the opulent building and began wondering down the many halls of the vast Palace. Everywhere they looked the ghosts of the past, portraits and statuary of Caliphs and Emperors old Paradise greeted them. Beyond them were tapestries and other relics of Islam, of Allah and his prophet Muhammad. Eventually the group turned into a rather beautiful sitting room. The Walls were accented in gold trim, their marble surface polished. The plush furniture was certainly a welcoming relief to aging bones. Sitting in the room, finger sandwiches and tea was brought for everyone to enjoy and after having a sip of his own, Al-Jafar spoke again. "The Empire of Paradise is not the vast superpower it once was as I know you are certainly aware of Emira al-Faruk. Our capitulation to the Dominion was an invitation for infidels to rape our country of everything that once made us great. Though we suffered greatly and I believe certainly paid for our former leaderships mistakes, the Paradise of old still lives. This country will once again become the Muslim Empire of old, we will once again return to the world stage to defend Islam and the Islamic world. A Caliph will one day return to the throne and the Muslim world will again be united. However, we Mushir understand that this rise cannot be done alone. We need the help of other nations and that is why we have asked you here today. Our economic is recovering, but we will need markets for our goods and are interested in the possibility of trade with your country."



Abnar	Mar 6 2010, 06:34 PM Post #10
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the lurkiest of them all? Posts: 1,369 Group: Veterans Member #303 Joined: December 4, 2006	OOC: Your Mushir would probably be aware that her father was the former Emir, slightly more than just her "guest," heh. IC: Walking through the palace, Nadia and her father shared a glance. They knew they were both thinking the same thing - it should have been a Caliph they were meeting in the palace. But, it was certainly possible that a suitable replacement for the Dominion impostor had not yet been found, so they would wait. Abnar had sworn in the past to uphold the Caliphate, and would readily do so again, but "Paradise" and "the Caliphate" were not necessarily one and the same. The Emira sipped her tea as she listened to the generals. "I would be derelict in my duty were I to refuse any manner of assistance that you have requested. Indeed, my greatest sorrow in coming here today was that the Abnari were unable to aid our brothers in their hour of greatest need. Only in the wake of turmoil left by the Dominion's collapse have we been able to find our foothold in what would otherwise be hostile territory. Trade will begin immediately, and I would like to suggest that the offices of the old Muslim Brotherhood be restored. Though our numbers have diminished, it is vital that we show our brothers and sisters that we still stand for all Muslims."



NRE	Mar 22 2010, 07:29 PM Post #11
Map Tsar and Southern Gentleman Posts: 9,266 Group: Admin Member #120 Joined: April 21, 2005	OOC: Ah but of course :shy: IC: "Most agreed" said Mushir Al-Jafar. "The Muslim Brotherhood was a uniting voice in the Muslim world and opening the offices and again calling on the unity of the Muslim people would again bring strength to the people of Allah." The Mushir took a sip of his tea before continuing. "We will certainly offer our most plentiful resource, that of oil, to your people at a price lower than we would offer any other nation. Furthermore we will bar any tariffs we would have regularly imposed were this a negotiation between ourselves and any other nation and were these different times. With healthy trade restored, the Empire will be able to rebuild much faster than on our own. However, certainly we do not wish for the Abnari to work with us without laying to rest any concerns they may have about the state of Paradise." Mushir Al-Jafar put his tea cup down on the table. "We can understand any concerns you may wish to vent to us. Certainly the military government we have established must create alarm for yourselves and others, especially since the world is just now healing from a war created by the world's largest military government in history. If there are any questions your government may have about our own, please ask of us what you will. We seek to hold no secrets from those we consider our allies."

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