Yā Rabb, You linked Your name al-ʿAfuww to the moment of human pardon. As if to say: when My slave forgives from strength, he is wearing My name. When My slave punishes from weakness, he is wearing his own. Ya Allāh, You then added Qadīr: I am powerful. As if to remind us: I, who could destroy every wrongdoer in a breath, choose not to. I keep accounts open. I let people pay back through repentance instead of through punishment. I am most powerful AND most forgiving, simultaneously. The one does not contradict the other in Me. So why would it contradict in My slave? Forgive me, ya Rabb. Forgive me for the times I have had the power to forgive and chose to retaliate. The text message I could have ignored and instead returned with sharpness. The family member I could have absorbed and instead corrected publicly. The business slight I could have let pass and instead pursued. Each was a moment when I had the chance to wear al-ʿAfuww and chose to wear my own wound. Realign me, ya Rabb. Make me a believer who pardons from strength, not from inability. Make me one whose pardons settle Your name al-ʿAfuww on my chest. And on the Day I most need Your pardon, let me find that the pardons I gave in this dunyā stand as my testimony before You. Āmīn ya ʿAfuww, ya Qadīr.