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❓️ ways to overcome worries that occur from time to time 💙 for me, back then i would do something (to overcome it), but nowadays i would do absolutely nothing and just lie down in the house. (with the mindset of) the mountain is a mountain and the water is water, that's how i freed myself (from those worries) t/n: "the mountain is a mountain and the water is water" is from buddhism, it's about how you are ought not to be confused with the truths in life and only then you'll achieve enlightenment, you need to keep your mind open and see everything just as it is

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The flood affected me so bad that I was traumatised by the sound of rain for days. I couldn’t go to the office or attend some meetings. Disappointed clients! My son couldn’t also go to school for a whole week, and the time he managed to go, we had to go drop and pick him by walking through the water that wasn’t flowing. The days I was able to go out or it’s important to, I had to follow trailers and trucks just to cross the water. No bike, no bolt or anything to come around. My car was also badly damaged by water because I drove it through the water. In fact, I spent so much that I got angry yesterday when I was asked to pay another money to fix something again that was damaged by water. We had to buy a pumping or draining machine to start draining the water into the coastal road drainage which became a waste of money and effort because the rain was just back to back. My plan is now to just move out of this location, despite having 8months lefts in rent, to a better on, free from flood and stagnant waters.

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Copied. Hi everyone, My name is Issa Weytan Ali. This morning, I was at Java House, Mama Ngina Street, Nairobi. I ordered one cup of cappuccino. About 30 minutes later, a homeless man came to the gate of Java and called the waiter. He politely said, "Please, I need some water ". Although there was a bottle of water nearby, the waiter did something special. He took the 500 ml bottle, waited for about two minutes, then returned with 2 liters of clean water and gave it to the homeless man. The man said, "Thank you ▲". This simple act showed a pure and kind heart. I truly appreciate the good deed. The waiter's name is Erik. A few minutes later, I saw him again cleaning the floor, working with humility and dedication. MashAllah. Small acts of kindness make a big difference.

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284,585 views • 5 months ago

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13,550 views • 11 months ago

I've been terribly sad about GoLemon shutting down. For the past two years, I haven't had to go to the market for my bulk grocery shopping. Even during Christmas, I'd order foodstuff from them to take to my parents too. They made my life so much easier. Sure, I had disagreements with their customer service sometimes, but my experience with them was largely good and they always did their best make it right. The last time I ordered from them, I complained about the pepper and they brought a new batch. The person who got in touch with me, Yinka, was incredibly warm and kind. GoLemon was a beautiful company that solved a real problem I lived with every month. It is clear their founders gave their all. I wish the team all the best in their future endeavours. Thank you for your great work, GoLemon 🍋, .jj 🍋.

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71,620 views • 22 days ago

This may get a little personal, with blurry photos for evidence. But Harmanpreet's 200th T20I feels like the right occasion for this story. Bear with me - it'll all make sense. My first meeting with Harmanpreet Kaur lasted only a few minutes, to fix an interview. Looking back, though, it's an interaction that changed the questions I asked and the stories I chose to tell. It was just before the 2016 T20 World Cup. I was in Ranchi covering my first international assignment in women's cricket. Like any young reporter, I had done my homework beforehand. Then I spent the week putting faces to the names, and learning their stories. And when I finally met Harmanpreet, I called her by the wrong name. It was an honest mistake. I was mortified nonetheless. Harman, however, barely reacted. She brushed past it just as effortlessly as I had blurted it out, and carried on with the conversation. It was an embarrassing mistake, one that the overthinker in me couldn't move past. But Harman's non-reaction honestly hit me with the hardest reality of women's cricket. Misidentification wasn't unusual back then. So common, in fact, that the players had simply learned to live with it. There was no outrage in Harman's response, no attempt to make me feel worse than I already did. Typically unfazed, she just simply moved the conversation along. The decade that followed wasn't a straight line. And it tested her in almost every way possible - as a batter, as a captain, as one of the faces of a rapidly growing sport in the country. It was a remarkable change, and not just in Harman's career, but in women's cricket itself. She became one of the defining figures of Indian cricket. With more visibility, the expectations changed. The scrutiny increased. But Harman largely remained Harman. She inspired more than one generation and ultimately led India to its first World Cup title. What was once easy to overlook had become impossible to ignore. Perhaps that is why one moment from the 2025 World Cup celebrations remains so vivid in my memory. Amid the chaos and emotion of a historic night, Harman walked over, handed me the trophy and insisted for a photograph. It was a small gesture, but one that meant a great deal coming from someone whose journey I had been lucky enough to chronicle for nearly a decade. For a few seconds, I found myself holding the ultimate prize of everything Indian women's cricket had worked towards. My mind immediately went back to Ranchi. To that awkward first meeting. And to the journey that followed. A journey that ensured nobody would ever mistake Harmanpreet Kaur for anybody else again. Today, as Harman becomes the first cricketer - male or female - to play 200 T20Is, it feels like a milestone for a generation that helped transform women's cricket in India. Congratulations, Harman. It's been fascinating to watch this journey unfold, and to document parts of it along the way.

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Purnima Malhotra

12,154 views • 2 months ago

Today I had my first demo drive in a Tesla. It was also my first time ever sitting in one. This was the first car I’ve ever sat in the driver’s seat of where I didn’t touch the steering wheel for over 20 miles. Before I even got to the car, the people who had demoed it before me were an older married couple who were absolutely euphoric. They thought it was so cool that the car could drive itself. The Tesla employee told me this happens all the time. People come back from demo drives and tell the next test driver that they’re about to have an amazing experience. Little did I know, I’d end up carrying on the torch to the next couple demoing it after me. There was a ton of construction where I demoed the car, and FSD handled the entire drive extremely well. And yes, it can go through a drive-thru and stop at each window. The only thing I had to do was tap the pedal because it wouldn’t leave on its own, but it was still wild seeing the AI stop perfectly at the second window and wait. There are a million things I could write about why a Tesla feels like a better car and how much more it offers compared to a regular car. But for now, I’ll stick to FSD. There were only two moments that made me a little uneasy. The first was pretty minor. The car slightly hesitated going up a driveway, but quickly made up its mind. The second was more noticeable. I didn’t realize the car was nagging me. Once I touched the steering wheel, nothing happened, so I pulled it right a little harder, then let go. After that, the car turned left and crossed a double yellow on a backroad. (and yes I know you can sue the volume knob) I’m not totally sure if it was trying to pull over or what it was doing. I wanted to see how it would handle the situation, but there were cars coming, so I took over and corrected it. One of the coolest moments was when I thought FSD was glitching because it came to a complete stop in the middle of a busy road. Then I looked around and realized why. On the right side, there was a bicyclist waiting at a yellow crosswalk. The cars behind me didn’t honk, and the Tesla stopping actually incentivized another car in the right lane to stop and let him pass. The car is almost too nice to pedestrians, because 99.999% of humans would’ve blown through that, especially with no flashing light. For 99.9% of the drive, the car navigated confidently and smoothly. It was a real “feel the AGI” moment. Please do not let the media, the general public, or anyone else convince you that this technology is just some kind of auto assist or glorified cruise control. This is undoubtedly getting extremely close to feeling superhuman. You still have to pay attention to the road, but after experiencing it myself, I’d be shocked if HW4 Teslas aren’t unsupervised within the next couple years. The car was extremely smooth. There was no harsh braking, and it even avoided something in the road that I didn’t see. Driving with FSD made me realize I probably wasn’t driving as well as I could be. Hopefully, eventually, everyone’s car can be as mindful as a Tesla. I’ve never seen a brand so far removed from the public’s sentiment. I’m so happy I ordered one.

Chris

18,722 views • 1 month ago

Almost got into an accident this afternoon while on FSD. FSD thought the FedEx truck would make its turn quicker. When it realized it couldn't, it tried to go around. At the same time, there was a car approaching in the right lane. I assume FSD calculated there was space for me in the right lane, but it really should have just slowed down. I had to slam on the brakes and steer the car to the left to avoid the driver side of my car clipping the trucks bumper. It was way too close for comfort. I have done tens of thousands of miles on FSD and have never had anything this close happen before.

Almost got into an accident this afternoon while on FSD. FSD thought the FedEx truck would make its turn quicker. When it realized it couldn't, it tried to go around. At the same time, there was a car approaching in the right lane. I assume FSD calculated there was space for me in the right lane, but it really should have just slowed down. I had to slam on the brakes and steer the car to the left to avoid the driver side of my car clipping the trucks bumper. It was way too close for comfort. I have done tens of thousands of miles on FSD and have never had anything this close happen before.

Winston

208,461 views • 9 months ago

A point of utter embarrassment and shame for many Iranians is the manner in which elements of the diaspora danced on the streets in Western capitals as bombs rained on Tehran. It is also a source for a lot of anger among Iranians in Iran who oppose the theocracy but nevertheless did not favor war and who are stunned to see some in the Diaspora being so indifferent to the suffering caused by the war. But there is another aspect that deserves closer scrutiny. These, almost exclusively pro-Shah elements of the Diaspora, did not dance to celebrate the downfall of the regime. They didn't dance because they had won. They simply danced because the war had started, nothing more. As if their goal was neither freedom nor democracy, but simply revenge and the pleasure they took from seeing Iran bombed. Had they danced after the theocracy had fallen (which it hasn't), it would be a bit different. It would be a moment where they could argue that the price was very high, but because the regime is defeated, it was worth it, and, as a result, a cause for celebration. But they didn't wait for the regime to fall. They danced right away. Signalling that the cost was worth it, EVEN IF the regime didn't fall. Because it was always about selfish revenge, not freedom.

A point of utter embarrassment and shame for many Iranians is the manner in which elements of the diaspora danced on the streets in Western capitals as bombs rained on Tehran. It is also a source for a lot of anger among Iranians in Iran who oppose the theocracy but nevertheless did not favor war and who are stunned to see some in the Diaspora being so indifferent to the suffering caused by the war. But there is another aspect that deserves closer scrutiny. These, almost exclusively pro-Shah elements of the Diaspora, did not dance to celebrate the downfall of the regime. They didn't dance because they had won. They simply danced because the war had started, nothing more. As if their goal was neither freedom nor democracy, but simply revenge and the pleasure they took from seeing Iran bombed. Had they danced after the theocracy had fallen (which it hasn't), it would be a bit different. It would be a moment where they could argue that the price was very high, but because the regime is defeated, it was worth it, and, as a result, a cause for celebration. But they didn't wait for the regime to fall. They danced right away. Signalling that the cost was worth it, EVEN IF the regime didn't fall. Because it was always about selfish revenge, not freedom.

Trita Parsi

129,057 views • 3 months ago

I was staying in the countryside during the summer holidays, and because it was so hot this summer, I let my guard down and tried bathing in the water from a river drawn by a waterwheel. It was so cold I was shocked and screamed. My honey saw me and laughed out loud🌄💦😵💦

I was staying in the countryside during the summer holidays, and because it was so hot this summer, I let my guard down and tried bathing in the water from a river drawn by a waterwheel. It was so cold I was shocked and screamed. My honey saw me and laughed out loud🌄💦😵💦

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12,703 views • 9 months ago

$The hunting dive of a common kingfisher. From a perch 1–2 m (3–7 ft) above the water it dives beneath the surface, compensating for the change in refraction between air and water, its open eyes protected by a transparent third eyelid.$

The hunting dive of a common kingfisher. From a perch 1–2 m (3–7 ft) above the water it dives beneath the surface, compensating for the change in refraction between air and water, its open eyes protected by a transparent third eyelid.

Wonder of Science

76,115 views • 7 months ago

This thief was caught at the University College Hospital, Ibadan, just a few minutes ago. I had been waiting in front of the oral surgery clinic when he walked past me and went inside. A few minutes later, shouts of "Ole!" came from within. I got up to see what was happening, and it turned out to be the same man who had just walked by me. The phone he stole was recovered from him on the spot. The doctors began recounting how they had been losing items for some time, ranging from phones and laptops to ATM cards and even motorcycles. When they searched his pockets, they found ATM cards belonging to doctors that had been reported missing over the preceding weeks. It wasn't his first time.

This thief was caught at the University College Hospital, Ibadan, just a few minutes ago. I had been waiting in front of the oral surgery clinic when he walked past me and went inside. A few minutes later, shouts of "Ole!" came from within. I got up to see what was happening, and it turned out to be the same man who had just walked by me. The phone he stole was recovered from him on the spot. The doctors began recounting how they had been losing items for some time, ranging from phones and laptops to ATM cards and even motorcycles. When they searched his pockets, they found ATM cards belonging to doctors that had been reported missing over the preceding weeks. It wasn't his first time.

Arojinle

225,982 views • 2 months ago