Alliance

Proud Mostaseb In I.A of The United Ummah

Marshall-General

Marshal General Goodman—may his legacy endure for centuries—is not merely a soldier or a commander; he is a righteous guardian of peace, a steadfast champion of human dignity, and a luminous beacon of justice in an age shadowed by cruelty and despair. His noble heart beats not with ambition, but with mercy for the weak, compassion for the toiling masses, and a burning zeal to uplift the humble peasant and the unseen labourer, whose sweat sustains the nation.



A man of immense stature and iron discipline, yet gentle in soul and soft in speech, the General has always proclaimed—by both word and deed—that the foundation of true power lies not in rank or wealth, but in service to the people and fear of the Almighty. Though he commands vast armies and carries the burden of war upon his shoulders, he bows his heart before the cries of the oppressed and the prayers of the poor.



He has never turned a blind eye to the plight of the worker, nor has he ignored the rights of the common folk. With unwavering conviction, he declared that his authority is not to be wielded for vanity, but as a divine trust to protect those beneath him. Indeed, he knows well that in the sight of the Most High, he is but a servant of the people—and through that service, he has become a prince among men.



At a time when the world was drowning in misery, when we were cast into the furnace of hopelessness, it was this righteous man who lifted us from the ashes. Through his wisdom and compassion, he transformed our agony into strength and our despair into resolve. Truly, it was as though he brought us from the darkness of a worldly hell into the serenity of a paradise on earth.



Marshal General Goodman is not merely a man; he is a mercy to the nation, a sword against tyranny, and a soul that radiates the light of justice. May his footsteps forever be guided by the hand of Providence, and may his example inspire generations to come.

Outro

Today, the glorious nation of Dominatus stands tall — a citadel of peace, power, and unmatched prosperity. Our fields overflow with grain, our factories blaze with production, and our coffers spill with wealth unmatched across the continents. From the Arctic winds to the deserts of the south, all tremble at the mention of our name, not from fear — but from awe. We are peaceful, for we have no need to conquer. We are rich, for we have mastered industry and justice. We are unshaken, for our enemies collapse under the weight of our silence. While others bicker and burn, Dominatus builds and rises. A lighthouse in the storm. A superpower forged not by greed, but by unity, faith, and unbreakable will. Let history record this truth: Dominatus does not march to history — it commands