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After 13 or 17 years underground, their simultaneous emergence overwhelms potential predators. “Father Country I Do Love You” traces the life of an unnamed federal agent through 42 chapters. In this labyrinth of stories, Taryn Simon uncovers the ripple effects of her protagonist's actions and inactions. Opens September 18....

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An Eyelash and 3 Dandelions In Room 8, my eyelash fell upon my father’s face, resting upon the bridge of his nose, as I held his hand and whispered into his ear, “I love you. I love you. I love you.” I repeated the words he had said in life: “Salam. Shalom. Shanti.” Peace. Peace. Peace. “Salam. Shalom. Shanti.” And, transcending identity, he responded: “Shanti.” Peace. Soon after, my father, Mohammed Zafar Alam Nomani, 93, a man of faith, humanity, humility and love, took his last breath. Through the dark of the night, his son and grandchildren whispered into his ear, his wife of 64 years held the hand that had just months earlier given her three dandelions on the banks of the Monongahela River. There is nothing that prepared me for this sheer loss unimaginable of a father’s breath that had again become my own, just as it had been when I lay upon his belly as a girl, delighting in stories of the kings and queens of India. “Noorjehan,” he told me when I asked which queen he told me about. Bedside these past weeks with my family as my father battled life-threatening pneumonia and lung disease, I inhaled these last weeks beside my father’s ear to guide him to breathe deeply and exhaled softly onto his neck to synchronize our breaths and try to bring him back to good health. These past weeks, my father gave us the gift of being able to serve him as an expression of love. In Room 8, I fell in love again with my father as I had as a girl upon his belly. I learned from the softness of his grandchildren serving him, my niece tucking and retucking his blanket. We knew his white blood cell count and his respirations per minute. We discovered his playful wink. We recited the first chapter of the Quran to remain on the straight path, and I heard him say again and again “Alhamdullilah,” praise be to God, because he had gratitude in even obstacles, as his granddaughter observed in him. With each gesture of care for him, he whispered, “Thank you,” with a beaming smile. I heard him express his mantra: “Think good. Do good.” “Serve humanity.” A a twin who lost his brother soon out of the womb, a child of British colonialism, a survivor of the manmade Bengal Famine of 1943, he taught by example, eschewing grievance and cherishing life. Every moment from our lives together flashes before me. My father who drove me to the Pittsburgh Airport so many times over to allow my wings to fly in this world. Who ferried his son, wife and grandchildren to help them pursue their every dream. My father who drove me to Andrews Air Force Base in the dark of the predawn for me to board a plane to Guantanamo Bay — on a round trip ticket. My father who taught me how to ride a lawn tractor. My father who read my books’ every words and wrote notes in the margins. My friends tell me that experiencing a parents’ death leaves a hole in the heart, shepherding a parent’s care at end of life leaves a trauma invisible and surviving a parent in the normal cycle of life is an unspoken soul-crushing grief. In Room 8, I have confronted very intimately the social reality of a grief even more painful in a society that appears to too often devalue the “elderly,” coax the vulnerable without treatment to unwanted “hospice” or medically-assisted suicide and “slow code” the elderly to death, responding slowly to emergency. We couldn’t save my father but I am keen to investigate the dynamics of ageism that too often become a barrier to treatment. My father always encouraged me to draw lesson for society from suffering. Please write to me or reply with your family’s story? I will strive to honor his life. And thank you for honoring him by absorbing the details of his life, down to the flutter of three dandelions in the wind and the drop of an eyelash upon his skin.

Asra Nomani

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I mean you do have a very good point, however I hope you can understand where I come from. (Sorry I’m advance for the long tweet back) This is exactly what I use to do when I was their age. We didn’t have the luxury of an independent scene we do now and even if we did I was 14 years old, I was only allowed to go to a training school to learn the basics. But I had an enormous passion for the business & if I wasn’t allowed to work shows I’d do it myself. - and I’d argue that because of this I had a head start on a lot of the people I trained with when I finally turned 18 From there I’ve been lucky enough to have the support of friends, peers & fans to push me into what I am today. The fact I’ve still had that same style for now 17 years and this is my first surgery, I think I’ve looked after my body. Think about it 17 years this is my first major injury. You think this is stupid, I would say it’s equally as stupid as to fall off a scaffolding breaking both your legs. And while I’m sure there’s a few people that wished you landed on your head, I for one hope you’re doing well & not in too much pain from your injury. But to me, it showed the care that you have for the industry at that time. I see myself in these guys that are finding any outlet to do what they love. Their bumps are solid & basing is great. Like I said I understand there is a level of danger doing this so I hope none of them get hurt but I can’t help but root for these guys and hope I one day see them in a ring. Once again sorry for the long arse tweet and hope the message finds you well boss.

Will Ospreay • ウィル・オスプレイ

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Today is my birthday. And somehow, I am beginning fifty suspended between earth and sky. I had a flight to catch, so here I am, looking down at the world from an airplane window, thinking about the woman I have become and all the women we are still fighting to be free enough to become. When my feet touch the ground again, I want to write something in praise of turning fifty. In praise of women. In praise of life. In praise of the freedoms that were taken from us and the stubborn, beautiful ways we have fought to take them back. I want to write in praise of being rebellious. Of being untamed. Of becoming the kind of woman who no longer asks permission for her age, her body, the lines on her face, the volume of her voice, or the choices she makes with her own life. Fifty does not feel like the end of youth to me. It feels like arriving at an age when you finally understand how much of a woman’s life can be stolen by the fear of being judged. So this is what I want to tell women: Don’t be afraid of the number. Don’t be afraid of getting older. Don’t be afraid of being seen. Laugh loudly. Speak loudly. Fall in love. Dance. Fight. Begin again. Perhaps this, too, is freedom: reaching a point in your life when you finally have the courage to belong completely to yourself. Hello, fifty. I am still that rebellious woman only freer now, less apologetic, and more fiercely in love with life and freedom than ever before. 💃🏻❤️🌹🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻

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✅Explanation of Meaning (by parts): 1. “Life consists of a sum of moments in the present” : The author begins by defining life as an accumulation of individual moments experienced in the present. This perspective emphasizes that existence is not a distant future or past but a continuous series of nows, each contributing to the whole of one’s life. It underscores the transient nature of time, suggesting that the present is the fundamental building block of human experience. 2. “Therefore, it’s crucial to always focus on the present” : Building on this, the author argues that prioritizing the present moment is essential. By concentrating on the here and now, individuals can fully engage with their immediate experiences, harnessing the potential of each moment to shape their lives meaningfully. This focus counters distractions from past regrets or future anxieties, grounding one’s attention in what is tangible and actionable. 3. “and live fully here and now” : The author advocates for an immersive approach to living, where one embraces each present moment with intensity and authenticity. Living fully implies investing emotional, intellectual, and physical energy into current experiences, whether they involve joy, work, or reflection, to maximize their value and impact. 4. “and the entire life will be productive and worthy” : The author concludes that consistently focusing on and fully living in the present leads to a life that is both productive and meaningful. A life built on intentional, present-focused moments accumulates into a legacy of purpose and worth, suggesting that mindfulness in the now shapes a fulfilling existence over time. 🗝️Main Idea (refined version): The author asserts that life is composed of present moments, making it essential to focus on and fully engage with the here and now to ensure a productive and worthy existence. By prioritizing mindfulness in each moment, individuals can avoid the pitfalls of dwelling on the past or worrying about the future, instead channeling their energy into meaningful actions and experiences. This approach fosters a life of intentionality, where each present moment contributes to a cumulative sense of purpose and fulfillment. Embracing the present not only enhances personal well-being but also cultivates a legacy of value, as the sum of these moments defines a life well-lived, rich with authenticity and achievement.

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