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entrepreneurgulf · 1 year ago

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MANHAT: Floating Farm Solutions and Sustainable Water in UAE with Patented Deepwater Technology

Initiatives that are taken toward a sustainable future of the Earth are the approaches and steps taken to make efficient and responsible use of the available natural resources so that future generations too have enough for use in their own time. These are called Sustainability initiatives. They can cover actions that are specifically targeted to an area such as – Climatic Changes, Water and Energy Saving, Waste Disposal and Reduction, Solar Systems, Reforestation Practices, and many more. For the biodiversity and ecosystem as well as its inhabitants, adopting suitable actions and practices for a sustainable future can be very essential and quite important.

The actions and practices of Sustainable Water Solutions and Sustainable Water Management – SWM, include the need to mindfully and responsibly make use of water for its various purposes without interrupting or halting the consumption of it for future generations. No living being or thing can live without water. Water is a sustenance that is an integral part of living. Although water makes up most of the Earth’s surface composition, it is still a limited natural resource in the world. Today, countries and cities are already suffering from low-quality, contaminated, and depleting water resources that are needed to meet people’s daily needs. Initiatives in sustainable water are the actions and practices required by humans to responsibly use water so that availabilities do not impact future generations.

Another initiative that is taken towards sustainability practices is Floating Farms. It is a recent innovative method for using water sustainably. Floating Farms are farms and crops that are grown on man-made platforms or floating riverbanks over the water surface, especially in an area where the water body is saturated, marshy, and flooded. With integrations of solar energy and irrigating technologies and tools, the crops grown on floating farms collect, process, and reuse wastewater for farming, agriculture, and consumption.

Therefore in this article, we will be covering important areas of sustainable water initiatives and floating farm solutions by discussing the fascinating journey of Founder – Dr. Saeed Alhassan Alkhazraji, who built a ‘deep technology startup’ business and company that designed the world’s first patented technology for water sustainability, in the United Arab Emirates for naturally distilled water, at MANHAT.

About Founder – Dr. Saeed Alhassan Alkhazraji:

Having a Master’s Degree in Chemical Engineering and a Ph.D. in the same field and subject, Dr. Saeed Alhassan Alkhazraji gained much experience in his studies and work, which eventually helped him to build Manhat from the ground up. Established and hailing from Abu Dhabi, The United Arab Emirates – the founder is currently a Professor at Khalifa University.

“Manhat – Make Water, Naturally.”

Dr. Saeed Alhassan Alkhazraji was the first recipient of the inaugural “Sheikh Mohamed Bin Rashid” award for “Scientific Excellence” in 2017. Being highly educated and well-versed in his field, the founder was very much inspired to design and build a deep technology tool for water distillation and purification as a sustainability initiative. With water scarcity being a global concern and a huge problem in today’s society, addressing these challenges was the only goal that Dr. Saeed Alhassan Alkhazraji saw.

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About MANHAT:

The word ‘Manhat’ was put together after much thought and discussion and is based on the 5 elements of nature – FIRE, AIR, WATER, EARTH, and AETHER. The name “Manhat” was procured by Dr. Saeed Alhassan Alkhazraji and Co-Founder – Mr. Vishnu Vijayan Pillai.

“Nature has given us the blueprint to produce water.” – MANHAT.

MANHAT is a deep technological innovation that was founded by Dr. Saeed Alhassan Alkhazraji in the year 2019. Its headquarters is established in Abu Dhabi, UAE. Water Management Solutions UAE has started to address and acknowledge the dire need and requirement to sustain the use of water as it is a rapidly depleting natural resource. A patented technology built and designed to act as a floating farm technology and as an innovative tool for sustainable water production and usage, MANHAT has managed to surpass and become a solution in solving world problems. The deep technology is designed to produce water in sustainable ways and methods so that the evaporated water contributes toward zero carbon footprints, zero electricity used, and zero Brine developments. The sustainable water that is collected and processed is used as it is for farming, agriculture, and consumption. Having reached a Technology Readiness Level 6 (TRL6) MANHAT is all set to redefine sustainable agricultural and farming practices and solutions.

Vision Statement – “To deliver sustainable water technologies for water and food security.” UAE and the world have recognized that by the year 2040, the population growth will have increased two-fold with the equally depleting quantity and quality of safe water resources. Aiming and heading for Sustainable Development Goals (SDG) – MANHAT, as the world’s 1st deep water technology designed, has proposed that – “we would want to build and nurture a society where there is a better water future and food security for everyone, to provide communities and businesses value through our unique technology”. MANHAT was recognized for its global efforts and accomplishments by being awarded the “FUTURE100 Winners” by The Ministry of Economy, UAE, and the Government Development and Future Office in the year 2023.

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voidsentprinces · 4 years ago

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At the dawn of the shatter for which thirteen shards were born. One such shard became known as Tartarian. It is at the birth of this realm, that three primordeal primals came into being; Mammon, Leviathan, and Ziz. Mammon took to the land and provide currency, culture, cultivation and civilization to the mortal races. Ziz was granted power over the weather, the days and the nights as well as being a master of the skies and to the seas which granted the lands the succor of water was a great serpent who spanned the realm’s entire seven seas. So massive was this Primal, that the mere shifting of but a portion of its body would shift the currents of the oceans. A thrashing of its tail sent tidal waves, so massive, they swallowed continents. In one legend, an armada of ships got caught in the World Serpent’s throat and its cough caused earthquakes to rupture across the lands.

For a time, these three ruled in utter supremacy, but eventually the mortal races grew and began to worship different gods and with the rise of new gods, the old founding ones are seen as menaces. So it was that the civilizations of man cried out for saving and Hydaelyn gifted them all the Warriors of Light. A group of adventurers who proved themselves to their peers becoming legends made manifest and blessed with the Echo by the Mother Crystal. As darkness began to claim the realm, the Warriors sallied forth and brought Ziz crashing down from the Heavens. Next they challenged the ancient primal of the land, Mammon but lost one of their own to sealing the great beast within their mage’s vessel.

Lastly, they challenged the sea itself but at the apex of the battle. When water aether rose to saturate the entire realm, the Ascians emerged and commenced a rejoining. It was here where the rift flooded in to consume the shard.

The Warriors of Light flung far from their home, the blessing of the mother barely protecting them as they found themselves stranded on the Thirteenth Shard. The void energies suffocating and crushing the light. So it was the Leviathan was twisted from a holy primal to a corrupted monstrosity of the highest calling. Becoming known as a Voidsent Prince. The Leviathan was swiftly swept up in the currents and fell unto the Source. Where there already existed a Leviathan Primal.

So it was, that the great green serpent’s body became cerulean, seaweed green hair became tipped with red, his equally green eyes began to be overwritten with red at the edges. His very being began to become overwritten by the Source’s knowledge of the true leviathan and it was here that he would come to be envious of his previous form. Spitefully turning his powers against the Sahagin worshiping the Lord of Whorl and slaughtering them without cease in hopes that one day, Envy might turn his long held grudge against the Primal itself thus granting him the petty victory of being the one and only true Leviathan once more. But as is the case with all envious endeavors, he can never return home and cannot truly achieve that which he cannot ever have again.

#{ Envy }#{ Voidsent AU }

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sad-goomy · 7 years ago

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Lonashipping Week 2018 - Day 4

Seasons

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Gladion glances at the ticket in his hand, and then back up to the cruise ship sitting at the end of the dock, a behemoth of gleaming white and azure. He's surrounded by people, all pushing past to either get on or off the ship, laughing and yelling over the music that permeates the air.

He considers leaving, but grips the ticket tighter, crumpling the paper right where it proudly declares S.S. Anne.

As he walks along the dock, his steps echoing and joining the cacophony of noise in the night, he reminds himself why he's doing this, and he can practically hear Moon's voice in his head urging him on, can nearly feel her fingers wrapped around his wrist as she guides him forward.

She didn't speak to him for two weeks after he left for Kanto. Hau warned him that she was upset, but there was nothing he could do to prepare for the verbal lashing she delivered when she finally called. There was a lot of yelling on her end, and a lot of cringing on his (especially since he'd never heard her yell before, didn't even realize her voice could reach those decibels).

But it didn't last long, and the begrudging acceptance in her voice was all the confirmation he needed that she wasn't going to be upset with him. Mildly annoyed that he didn't even mention he was leaving, yes, but not totally angry. By the time she hung up, he somehow felt lighter and had a smile on his face that he'd been missing for weeks.

She ends up calling him once a week. Her claim is that it's easier to just tell him everything about what's happening in her life than text it, but they both know there's something just underneath the surface that's really driving them both to look forward to their conversations. It's something that they were in the middle of exploring, if it weren't for the end of the world and his need to go and finally find himself on his own terms. During her last weekly call, she asked if he was enjoying summer in Kanto, and when he mentioned that it was fine, she clicked her tongue. "Just fine?"

He shrugged before he realized she couldn't see him; it's odd to remember that she's not actually here when he can practically feel her presence alongside him every step in Kanto. "Yeah, fine. It's not as humid as Alola."

Moon hums on the other end of the line, and the gears are turning. "Where are you right now?"

"Celadon City." He glances around the room he's renting from the PMC, smiling at Silvally as he naps in the corner, ready to rest after a hard day of work. "I'm getting one more day of training in and then challenging the gym."

"You have to go to one of the 'Summer on the S.S. Anne' nights then." He furrows a brow, about to ask but she's three steps ahead of him as she explains, "The S.S. Anne is a giant cruise ship that only docks in Celadon City once a year, but it stays docked for about a month during summer, and they host these events called 'Summer on the S.S. Anne.' It's basically just live music, battles, good food, and an arts festival."

Gladion lets out a low whistle. "Just how big is this ship exactly?"

"Remember when I said you could fit the S.S. Anne inside of your house at Aether?"

"Yes?"

"I lied. You can fit at least three of your houses inside the S.S. Anne."

Which brings him to now, as he flashes his ticket and steps aboard, following the stream of the crowd through the maze of the ship. Despite himself, he smiles, chuckling at the fact that battles take place in several cabins, and wondering if Moon grew up watching these trainers and desperately hoping to be like them one day. He wonders if she ever thought she'd become a champion.

A few battles later, he ends up on one of the main decks, and there's enough space to let Silvally roam with him. Gladion grabs some food, making sure to try the onigiri that Moon told him to – she insisted he have at least a bite of each, because there's no way she could ever choose a favorite.

While Silvally takes a few laps around the deck, delighting and confusing several of the other visitors, Gladion wanders the art stalls set up. He pauses at a stand that features bright postcards of sights around Kanto, including several that feature the S.S. Anne. The vendor looks up from her book, smiling at the young man as she tells him, "They're all vintage designs. These are the last I have since they were discontinued a few years ago."

He picks up a vibrant design with the S.S. Anne, full of bright primary colors and a bold typeface that declares 'Wish you were here!'

There's something about it that makes him smile, and he doesn't remember seeing this particular postcard in Moon's collection before.

He buys it and keeps it safe in his hoodie pocket, taking extra care not to crumple or wrinkle it.

"You're in Lavender Town for Halloween – you realize how perfect that is, right?"

Gladion glances out of the window of the café he's settled in, phone pressed to his ear as he gazes out at the autumn leaves. He can just make out the House of Memories in the distance as he takes a sip of coffee. "Yeah, I'm starting to realize that."

Moon laughs on the other end, and he's glad that she can't see his smile; he gets the feeling she would have noticed how often he smiles when she laughs, and it doesn't feel as platonic as it probably should be. "It definitely gets spooky, but it's also beautiful." She sighs, and he can feel the homesickness from oceans away, saturating her voice as she explains, "The entire town decorates, and there's a big festival outside of the House of Memories, meant to honor and remember those who've passed. There's this one guy who makes the most amazing masks. I always wanted one...I wonder if he still sets up his stall."

He hums, staring at his coffee with a wistful smile as he listens to her. "You should come visit."

It's out before he can take the words back, and he immediately regrets it. Gladion holds his breath, praying that she'll take it as more of a joke than an actual suggestion as he subconsciously intended.

Her chuckle is slightly melancholic, and his brows furrow at the sigh that comes from her end of the line. "I wish I could. It's been too long since the last time I've been to Kanto, and it's been hectic here to say the least."

"The champion title not treating you well?"

"Just keeping me busy." She pauses, and he nearly changes the subject until she mumbles softly, "And it's odd not having you around."

His chest aches for a moment, but he forces himself to ignore it. "No one yelling angrily at every slight inconvenience?"

"Yeah, something like that."

But she says it so warmly that he knows it's nothing like that, and they continue their conversation for another hour before he hangs up and finishes his coffee.

And a few days later on October 31st, he walks to the House of Memories and smiles at the children dressed in costumes, running around as the older participants light candles to light the night and in remembrance. Moon was right, of course, in saying that there's a chill in the air, but the festivities are also undoubtedly beautiful with bursts of color and revived traditions.

He's not entirely sure if the stall is the same man she was referring to, but Gladion finds a local man with a dazzling array of handcrafted masks. He decides to pick up a Mew mask, because he has a hunch it's the one that Moon always wanted as a child.

Gladion frowns as Moon laughs at him over the phone, having absolutely no sympathy for his plight with having to deal with snow for the first time in his life. He's huddled up in his room at the PMC, the day's clothes and boots set on the heater to melt the snow they've collected and warm them.

"Alola's made you soft," she teases, "Come on, where's that Kalos blood?"

"Frozen at this point." His scowl softens at her laugh, and he sighs, struck with the realization once again that she's miles away and he's alone in a rented room. It's an unwelcome thought that's been popping up in his mind more than he'd like recently. There's something in him that's itching to board the ship back to Alola, something that he didn't expect even existed, much less would be this persistence. These phone calls and the postcard and mask in his bag probably don't help, but hearing Moon's voice has become a strange comfort that he can't give up.

When he glances out the window, he's reminded of the oncoming holidays by the decorative lights beginning to overtake storefronts. It's not the first time he'll be spending the holidays alone, but now it feels almost wrong when he has people back in Alola who call him to say that they'll miss him.

To keep from swimming back home out of a sudden wave of homesickness, he asks, "So how do you ring in the new year in Kanto?"

She snorts. "What am I, a travel guide?"

"You've been acting a little like one with all your recommendations." He drops the teasing tone almost immediately, adding with a smile, "Thanks again, by the way, for sending that list of restaurants – it's been a lifesaver."

"Where would you be without me?" she sighs, but he can practically see the smile on her face, can practically see how her freckles dance across her skin with the movement.

"Probably frozen in a ditch somewhere."

"Listen you big baby, get some hand warmers from the PMC and put them in your gloves and boots." She hums in thought for a second before she asks, "Are you still in Celadon City?"

"I've been stuck here for a week," he tells her, going to the window and watching as the snow that's been gently drifting from the clouds above starts to pick up its pace. "And at this rate, I might as well stay here for most of winter."

"Lucky for you, it's the greatest city in Kanto."

"You're just biased because you grew up here."

"Maybe," she laughs. "But back to business. The Celadon Hotel throws a New Year's party every year and it's amazing, they go all out with decorations. And because I know you're insatiable, they host battles in the ballroom, and the grand prize is a champagne flute that you can get engraved with whatever you want."

He wrinkles his nose in distaste. "That's the grand prize?"

"It's really pretty!" He laughs, and wonders if she's pouting before she huffs, "Besides, it's the principle of the thing that matters. I was too young to participate, not to mention I didn't have any Pokémon, but I always wanted to win and get it engraved with something stupid."

He smiles to himself with an idea, watching snow blanket the city as he mumbles, "I'm sure you will one day."

And on New Year's, he's at Celadon Hotel with a huge crowd in the ballroom as they count down, a newly etched champagne glass in his hand that reads 'I went to Celadon City and all I got was this glass.'

As the confetti drops and the crowd cheers the new year, Gladion just smiles and hopes that it's stupid enough to make her laugh.

Fuschia City in spring is just as peaceful as she told him it would be.

The cherry blossoms are in full bloom and walking through the Hanami festival has Gladion practically drooling from all the delicious smells wafting from the food carts. Silvally walks by his side, equally entranced by the music and cherry blossoms as his owner.

The two have just settled onto a bench to rest when Gladion's phone rings and he answers it with a lopsided smile. "Hello Moonbeam."

She groans, and he can only laugh as he imagines her rolling her eyes. "Not a day goes by that I don't regret telling you my full name." She had accidentally let it slip a few weeks ago, and he had jumped at the opportunity to tease her (along with the thrilling realization that he has a nickname for her that no one else is allowed to use).

A group of children run by, screaming and laughing as they make their way towards game booths set up further ahead. "Where are you right now?" Moon asks, clearly surprised by the sudden noise.

Gladion smiles, letting his gaze travel from the festival to Silvally, giving the Pokémon a much-appreciated scratch behind the ear. "Fuschia City."

"Hanami!" He chuckles at the wonder in her voice, fiddling with the paper bag in his lap to give his hands something to do as Silvally settles down for a nap. "Mew, I nearly forgot it's that time of year. How is it?"

"Beautiful." I wish you could see it. That's what he'd like to say, but he bites his tongue, because he doesn't need the added ache of rejection on top of missing her. Instead he tells her, "You were right, I've never felt calmer."

"Of course I'm right." He laughs, and her voice grows softer, to the point that his stomach flips like the blossoms falling around him as they twist and turn in the air on their way down. "I hope you aren't getting too comfortable over there."

For once he's thankful that she's not here with him, otherwise there would be no explaining away the blush that crawls across his cheeks. "You think I won't get on the boat home?"

"You've just been gone for so long." And she takes a deep breath before she admits in barely more than a whisper, "I miss you a lot."

"I'll be back before you know it." He clears his throat, wondering if she can hear the affection as clearly as he can.

She hums, and before they can drift completely into the dangerous territory they've been drifting closer towards over the past year, she teases, "Well you better come back with souvenirs!"

He looks down at the paper bag he's been fidgeting with, inside of which is the cherry blossom tea from Fuschia City that she told him she missed more than anything else, that reminded her of quiet spring days and dancing in the rain. Then his mind flickers back to an engraved champagne flute, an intricate Mew mask, and a vintage postcard.

"I have a few," he mumbles, his smile growing as he tries to picture her face when he finally sees her and reveals them all.

Her end of the line is silent for a moment before she blanches, "Wait, are you serious?"

"I'm always serious, remember?" They share a laugh as he sits back, eyes following a few petals that have fallen from a nearby tree.

"Not always." She pauses, and the silence is almost deafening as Gladion finds himself holding his breath, waiting for something that he can feel deep in his chest.

And she says it with a smile that he can't see. "I'm really glad you're coming back soon."

"Yeah," he mumbles, smiling to himself, "So am I."

#lonashippingweek #gladion x moon #pokemon fanfic #mahinashipping #enforcer gladion #trainer moon #i couldn't pick just one season #so here's a full year of gladion picking up dumb souvenirs for his not-girlfriend #just admit you like her you fool #i'd write the actual reunion but this is already late and i kinda like keeping the focus on him just being in kanto

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talentedliarloki · 6 years ago

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“Who’s to say our home will be reduced to ashes? Our home, Loki. Will you not fight for it?”

The words are pulled from the very core of him,saturated in grief and longing for what once was, what they used to have. Like all conversations with his brother, it’s not without it’s own flavor of frustration as well.

The worst of it is, he understands. Loki has been pushed and molded by centuries, reluctant to conform, fighting restriction as a result. It’s something they both struggle with, but his brother rebels against all manner of unity because of it’s potential to entice and entrap. Thor’s grown to enjoy a feeling of belonging, but he worries his brother fears it.

That, or he’s been shown one too many times by his own family that it only ever ends poorly.

“I would fight for you,” Thor murmurs, looking up from the pieces of chain back to Loki’s gaze. I always have lingers at the tip of his tongue, but that isn’t quite right, is it? He’s given his brother ample cause to mistrust his resolution, hasn’t he? Not that the sentiment doesn’t go both ways.

“I would hope you would know that by now.” Moving a step closer is easy as breathing, and the truth is a balm to his frayed nerves. “If we defeat our sister,” he pauses and cants his head, “or better, convince her of her folly, then you will show Asgard the trust you deserve.”

Thor reaches a finger towards his brother’s long primaries, inches from his touch, much like they did when they were children. When everything was simple, and a mere touch wasn’t a gift. “At my side, we can both prove to Asgard we deserve her absolution.”

Then, a smirk. “Or we’ll all burn. It’s better than ruling a wayside dumpster.”

Our home, he thought derisively. As if the golden realm had ever been more than a catalyst to his undoing. Loki blamed his crippling jealousy on several things, but Asgard itself was as culpable as the rest. Were it not for the culture of bravado curated amongst the Aesir - the timeless traditions that raised the bar beyond that at which Loki excelled - strategy, sorcery, and occasional troublemaking - he might have stood a chance among them. At best and by most he was misunderstood and alienated; at worst, he was pressed to try to fit in.

And so it was, he became Loki and he knew he was alone.

But alone kept him safe. He might not have landed in a cell beneath the Golden Keep were in not for the worthless Chitauri. What had the Mad Titan offered him? The power of two Infinity Stones? As if that strength had been Thanos’ to give in the first place?

In hindsight, Loki might have been better off facing the Avengers by himself. Things would have played out quite differently if he had.

But what of Thor? Would any difference in events have changed his path? What of his own encounter with an Infinity Stone? The Aether? And the dreams that followed? Maybe they were meant to end up in that wayside dumpster no matter what.

He senses that lingering sentiment, nearly challenges Thor to speak it, and has to suppress a line of goosebumps that threaten to travel along the bony ridges of his wings when Thor steps nearer to him. He tries to match his brother’s height, but falls short. A story of his life…

Mistrust leads Loki to recoil from Thor’s touch, pulling his arms into his chest to cross them protectively. Thor’s default optimism deserved commendation, but the best Loki could do was deadpan and resist the very real urge to roll his eyes.

“I’m not so willing to rush headlong toward demise as you are, Thor,” In spite of how his arms constrict closer to his body, he doesn’t step in any direction; he’s rooted in place, meeting Thor’s stormy blue eyes with his own piercing emerald ones.

“The Aesir can trust me - trust that I would let them all perish just to watch,” It’s spoken as a fact, as if he were introducing himself. “Asgard’s opinion means nothing to me,” He blinks slowly at Thor, a veil of sadness falling over his expression. “I wonder why it means anything to you.”

#pleadingoneword #;queue will never be a god

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