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Carl Weathers had never boxed before Rocky (1976) and during his audition, Weathers was asked to spar and read lines with the screenwriter (Sylvester Stallone), whom he didn't realize was also the star of the film. After hearing the writer's mumbling, Weathers told: “If you get me a real...

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Hen Mazzig

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Dear Everyone, The last few days have been hell. Losing Kiyo has not been easy and I’m not ok. Kiyo gave me the best time of my life. The level of joy you brought into my word and any space he was able to exist in was incomparable. Kiyo was my lover, my best friend, and my truth. He truly saw me for who I was and I saw him for who he was. I didn’t just love him, I believed in him, prayed for his victory. I cared for him. Who would have thought that bringing back a piece of Tupperware would invite me into the world of the purest, kindest soul in the world. Kiyo would do anything for anyone. He was my hero and I was his. We both kept our capes on for each other whenever we needed to save the other person. I am grateful that I got to experience a love like his. I am grateful I got to spend some of the best moments of my life with him. I am grateful that even I grieve I still feel his warmth and care. Kiyo taught me be more patient and understanding and no matter how we came into this world and no matter how bad the world treated us, it doesn’t give us the right to exact that same unkindness to others. He loves animals, anime, a good meal, Steven Universe, a really inappropriate joke, and you never had to guess how he felt about you. As he was goofy he was charming. I still feel his hands interlocked into mine and he was fearless. He loved like no other man I have met in this world could. The first night we reconnected he gave my cat Patrick the middle name Bayard. He gave me first Christmas full of love and laughs. The first man in my life to actually pay attention to me and surprise me with gifts that he knew I would love and were true to who I was as a nerd. Anytime I could get it, I was with him. He had full access to my home and my heart. To Mike and Rico thank you for always being there for him and caring for him, Mike you coming into town in March really lit him up. First time I got to dance with him. Rico thank you for taking him to there museum. He loved every moment of it. All he could do was rave about how much made his day. To Tony, his wife and his gaming community on Destiny 2, thank you for being patient with my baby and giving him space to be man that he was and to his Dad and his brothers. He loved y’all more than you know. All he wanted was for y’all to be ok. And to all his true friends and loved ones know that he always thought of y’all. I will never say goodbye to Kiyoki-D’Andre Marcel Toliver, I will say see you later because no matter where you are I know you are watching me because what we had was Immortal. As I grieve I will try to give any notice on his memorial service which will be in NYC because his grandmother sent him here to find the best version of himself and I know he truly did. I want to share this video I made months ago because I was so proud of the man I had. I want to share also the last video he took of me before we went to Brooklyn Comic-Con. If there are typos forgive me.

𝔼𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕙 ℙ𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕖

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Today, aside a Christian brother giving me free food, something genuinely beautiful happened to me again, and it left me thinking, if only we were this religiously tolerant, Nigeria would be a far better place. I live in a block of four flats. I am the only Muslim, the other three residents are Christians. Two of which are married, one is a bachelor like me, hustling and figuring life out. One of my closest neighbors is Isaac. We live on the same floor. He is married with two kids, in his late 30s, while I am in my 20s. We talk a lot and we banter endlessly about politics and football despite our age gaps. I am a die-hard Barca fan, he is a Madrid fan. I am Pro-El-Rufai, he was a Peter Obi supporter, who is now tilting towards Tinubu in the next election. So you can imagine, there is always something to argue about between us, and we enjoy it, but what we both agree on is Tinubu didn't treat Mallam fairly (Although he believes Mallam should have handled it better, I always told him it’s because he didn’t know the background that’s why he think so). So, Yesterday we were discussing Christmas plans. During Eid, I hosted a barbecue in my apartment, so we were talking about how Christmas would be done in his place. He told me he would like to invite me over to eat Christmas food with his family. I gladly accepted because I am somebody that loves to party, and every christmas since in the Uni we go out and have. A few moments later, since he mentioned that he bought a ram, I hesitantly explained to him that while I could eat the food, I could not eat the ram (I hesistated because I didn't think he will get me). He paused for a moment and asked why. I explained to him that in Islam, certain prayers must be recited before an animal is slaughtered for the meat to be permissible. Eating meat from an animal slaughtered without those prayers is not allowed in Islam. He then asked out of curiosity, why I would eat the chicken but not the ram. I explained that the chicken is carton chicken with a halal tag, and I even showed him what the tag looks like. He was surprised. He said he had always seen the halal label but never knew what it meant. We both laughed about it. From his reaction, I could tell that the explanation about prayers before slaughtering an animal did not really make sense to him, but what mattered was that he respected my beliefs and did not try to push or argue. We simply changed the topic and moved on. Early in the morning today before, Isaac called me and asked me to come downstairs. When I did, he asked me to slaughter the ram and perform the prayers so that I could comfortably join them for the evening barbecue, since his religion doesn't have limitations over that. I was honestly shocked and deeply impressed. In that moment, I thought to myself, if only more people were this respectful and tolerant of other people’s faith, Nigeria would be a much better place. (It was later in the day that I saw Bashir Ahmad, OON’s post of Albani, that you can actually eat the meat even if it wasn’t slaughtered by a Muslim) The point I am trying to make here is, an average Nigerian Christian would have taken offense the moment I said I could not eat his meat, all he will hear is AVERSION, without respect for my faith and beliefs but not Isaac, he chose to respect my faith, and choices without taking offense. Surprisingly, Isaac is from Plateau State. He was born and raised in Delta, lived briefly in the UK, and then returned to Nigeria. I am writing after dancing “Oble.....Obleee.....Obleeeee” in my compoud with my christian neighbors. Nigeria will be a good place to live if we learn to tolerate one another and genuinely respect our differences.

Mal. Imran U. Wakili (PULLO) 👑 #iSTANDWITHELRUFAI

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𝐀 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐚𝐰𝐝𝐚𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐭 ﷺ. Four police officers arrested a young man near the blessed Rawdah of the Prophet ﷺ. Without saying a word, they immediately tied his hands behind his back with a rope. The young man kept asking, "What have I done? I'm neither a thief nor a criminal. Why are you treating me like this?" An elderly man had been watching the entire scene from a distance. He approached the officers and said, "I know this young man." The police asked, "How do you know him?" The elderly man replied, "I always see him standing or sitting in front of the Prophet's ﷺ Rawdah, sending salutations (salawat), offering salam, and weeping. Why have you arrested him? Is he a thief?" The young man was an Albanian, around 35 or 36 years old, with shoulder-length hair and a light beard. The police replied, "No, he is not a thief. He is from Albania and has been living in Madinah for six years without legal residency documents. We have tried many times to deport him back to Albania, but every time we arrest him, he somehow escapes. We always find him again in the Prophet's Mosque. This time, we had no choice but to tie him up immediately." The elderly man asked, "What will you do with him now?" They answered, "We will enforce the law. We are taking him to the airport and putting him on a plane back to Albania." The young man wept, realizing that this time he might truly have to leave the city of Madinah—the city filled with the memories of the Messenger of Allah ﷺ. After a while, he pleaded with the officers: "Please understand. I do not steal, rob, deceive, or harm anyone. I came here only out of love for the Messenger of Allah ﷺ. I have no worldly purpose." The officers replied, "That is not enough. According to the law, you must return to your country. Foreigners cannot remain here without legal permission." As they escorted him out of Al-Masjid an-Nabawi, the young man made one final request. The officers allowed him. He looked toward the Green Dome and, overcome with emotion, cried out: هل هكذا كان الاتفاق بيننا؟! "O Messenger of Allah! Was this our agreement? I left my business, my family, and my parents so that I could become your neighbor, but now they will not let me stay." As he uttered these words, he collapsed to the ground. The officers initially thought he was pretending to faint so he could escape again. But when they lifted him up and poured water on his face, he did not respond. One officer exclaimed, "Perhaps he has suffered a stroke or a heart attack. Call an ambulance immediately!" An ambulance arrived and took him to the hospital. After examining him, the doctor said: "He passed away about an hour and a half ago." The officers broke down in tears, saying: "By Allah, while carrying out our duty, we never realized the depth of this man's love for the Messenger of Allah ﷺ." After he was washed, prayed over, and prepared for burial, he was taken to Jannat al-Baqi' and buried there. The young man who was supposed to depart for Albania instead departed for Jannat al-Baqi', leaving behind a moving example of love for the Messenger of Allah ﷺ. Translated from Arabic By Golam Kibriya Azhary.

𝐃𝐫 𝐀𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐫 𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐚

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Viewers Discretion Advice ..... Ever since my parents died, there has been one question that has haunted me every single day. It is a burden I have carried in silence for years. Sometimes, I wonder if I was somehow responsible for my brother's death. I have replayed those events in my mind countless times, asking myself if there was another path I could have taken. This is the story. It began long before he died. When my mother became seriously ill, she was rushed to Alimosho General Hospital in Igando, where she spent almost two months receiving treatment. While the rest of us were praying, hoping, and doing everything we could to keep her alive, my brother behaved in a way none of us could understand. He would leave all three gates of our compound wide open. He bought alcohol and soft drinks for people as though he was celebrating. It felt as if he had already accepted, or even welcomed, the thought of losing our mother. My father noticed it too. He was already 78 years old, and the fear in his eyes is something I can never forget. When my mother was eventually discharged from the hospital, you would have expected things to return to normal. Instead, it was as though a dark cloud had settled over my brother. Then my mother passed away. After her death, my father repeatedly told us he believed Wale would one day kill him. That fear didn't come from nowhere. They had fought before, and my father genuinely believed his life was in danger. Then, a few months later, everything changed again. Wale suddenly became very ill. But before anyone knew he was sick, his behaviour had become even more disturbing. Almost every night, he would walk around carrying an axe. One night, I asked him, "Do you want to kill all of us too?" He didn't answer. He simply laughed. A loud, chilling laugh that still echoes in my mind. This continued during the COVID-19 lockdown. Night after night, he would leave the three entrance gates wide open. We had children living in the house. I am a woman, and this was a period when stories of kidnappings, rape, and violent crimes filled the news every day. I begged him to stop. I warned him. I even told him that if he opened those gates again, I would deal with him myself. Nothing changed. He continued threatening everyone while carrying that axe. Eventually, I reached my breaking point. I reported the matter, and the police arrested him. He spent four days in detention. When I saw the condition he was in, my heart broke. Despite everything that had happened, I pleaded with the police to release him because he looked so weak. They eventually let him go. Not long after that... He died. That was when everything turned against me. Neighbours. Friends. Even some members of my own family. Many believed I was responsible because I was the one who reported him. But something one of the police officers said has stayed with me ever since. He looked at me and asked, "What if he had killed you first?" "What if he had attacked those innocent children who were only eight and five years old?" Those words have echoed in my heart ever since. I have lived with guilt for years. I still question myself. Could I have handled it differently? Should I have taken another approach? Or did I simply do what anyone would have done to protect innocent lives? That is why I am sharing this story today. Please be honest with me. If you were in my shoes, what would you have done?💔

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"At first, I thought someone had heartlessly abandoned their dog outside the grocery store. The real story broke my heart. “Look at him — he’s freezing! You can’t just leave him out here,” I yelled at the security guard, pointing toward a golden retriever tied to the metal railing. The dog was shaking violently in the bitter cold. The wind chill had dropped far below zero. People rushed in and out of the store, heads down, coats pulled tight, acting as if they didn’t notice the trembling animal. I sat in my car with the engine running and the heater blasting, watching him for nearly forty-five minutes. No one came for him. Not a single person stopped. Finally, I couldn’t sit there anymore. I stepped out, untied the anxious dog — his fur stiff with ice — and lifted his heavy, shaking body into the backseat of my car. Anger burned inside me. Who would leave a loyal dog outside during a snowstorm and simply walk away? Once we reached my small apartment, I dried him off with every clean towel I had. I cooked an entire pack of plain hot dogs in a pan, and he ate them eagerly before curling up at the foot of my bed, finally warm and safe. The next morning, I planned to take him to the county shelter and report the situation as animal cruelty. But while drinking coffee and scrolling through a neighborhood app, one post made me stop mid-sip. “PLEASE HELP. My elderly neighbor George’s dog Rocky is missing. George is in the ICU.” My hands trembled as I dialed the number attached to the post. A woman answered, her voice breaking with emotion. She explained that George, a seventy-eight-year-old widower, had collapsed during his evening walk near the pharmacy. He’d suffered a massive heart attack on the icy sidewalk. Paramedics rushed him to the hospital to save his life. They couldn’t take the dog with them in the ambulance. Someone nearby had offered to tie Rocky up somewhere safe and contact animal control. But in the confusion of the storm, that promise never happened. Rocky had simply been left there and forgotten. Instead of driving to the shelter, I went straight to the county hospital—with a very large golden retriever sitting beside me. Getting a sixty-pound dog past security and into the cardiac ward required a little creativity and a lot of quiet pleading. One compassionate head nurse saw the tears in my eyes, sighed softly, and decided not to stop me. I slowly pushed open the door to Room 402. George looked fragile in the hospital bed — his skin pale, tubes connected to machines that beeped softly beside him. His eyes were closed, his breathing shallow. Rocky let out a soft, desperate whine and gently placed his front paws on the edge of the bed. George’s eyes flew open. He didn’t notice the machines or the wires. Instead, he reached out with trembling hands and buried them deep in Rocky’s fur. Pressing his face into the dog’s neck, he began to cry — deep, emotional sobs that made the heart monitor spike. “I thought I lost you, boy,” he whispered through tears. “I thought I was going to die alone.” His wife had passed away five years earlier. His children lived several states away, busy with their own lives. Rocky was the one companion who gave George a reason to get out of bed every morning. Without him, George was just another elderly man fading quietly in a world moving too fast to notice. I stayed with them for hours, holding George’s fragile hand while Rocky slept peacefully across his feet. Four days later, George was finally discharged from the hospital. No family came to pick him up. So I took the day off from work and drove him home myself. These days, I don’t just rush past my neighbors anymore. Every Sunday, I stop by George’s little house with a bag of groceries. We sit on his porch, drink cheap coffee, and throw a tennis ball across the yard for Rocky while we talk about anything and everything. If you want to see how brightly Rocky’s tail wags now and how happy George is every time he sees him

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