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This evil bastard #CraigWilliamson was involved in interrogating and torturing me when I was detained in solitary confinement at John Voster Square (now Johannesburg Central police station). In 1984, when I was already serving my prison sentence for so-called ‘High Treason’, he sent a parcel bomb to my dear... comrade Jeanette Schoon in Angola, and killed her and her 6 year old young daughter Kathryn (Read here how he killed the Schoons out of cold blooded revenge: Knowing that he is still freely walking the streets of our country, because of the aberration, and dismal total travesty of justice, with the Truth and Reconciliation Commission (TRC) having granted him amnesty, irks me every day to the very core of my being. I hate this man with every bit of my body and soul, and no-one must dare to respond to this message with sanctimonious crap about forgiveness. There are those monsters in life that does not deserve any forgiveness, and Craig Williamson is one of them. I saw the deep and terrible unending pain that Marius Schoon, the husband of Jeanette and father of Kathryn, had to live with every day until he passed on. Williamson should not be free, nor does he deserve to be alive. Life has been far too generous to him. May he burn in the eternal fires 🔥 of hell.show more

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I’ve heard countless tributes to Charlie Kirk, but this sermon from Pastor Rob McCoy stands out as the ultimate testament to the life Charlie lived and the mission God gave him. “I look at Charlie and his life as modern-day Moses.” I strongly urge everyone to watch this full message: "One man in God constitutes a majority, and that's what Charlie was. He understood that God was the majority and he operated in that context. And he continued forward even though it wasn't popular. You'd be with him at some of these campus events. It'd be Charlie, a handful of us, and a sea of detractors." "He would just continue by the spoken word. He wasn't a violent man. He built turning point on nothing more than the spoken word, logic and reason, logos. And every day he was threatened by those who couldn't contend logically with the spoken word. And he would step forward without any fear because as the apostle Paul said, I have been crucified with Christ." "It's no longer I who live, it's Christ who lives in me. I is ego, self-preservation, Charlie had given his life to the Lord and it was in his hands and he was going to step forward courageously without fear. Because in the absence of courage, truth is an orphan. And Charlie was fearless, just like you are. And he knew every day with those threats that he was in danger, but his life belonged to God." "Like he would say, I'm immortal until God's done with me. And as he would step forward and contend, he would win hearts. And now it's not, Charlie in a sea of detractors. It was Charlie, a handful of us, and a sea of red hats and people professing having come to Christ because of him sharing his faith."

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Hello friends, Over the coming days, I would like to share with you some videos of my brother Hossam, capturing the joy and laughter he brought to everyone around him. How I wish he were here with me right now to share in the celebration of this new chapter of my life. I miss you every day, my brother, and I will always carry your memory and your light with me. Please share these videos and help me keep his memory alive; Hossam was not just a journalist and a martyr—he was my older brother, and someone loved and missed by everyone who had the honor of knowing him.

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Hello friends, Over the coming days, I would like to share with you some videos of my brother Hossam, capturing the joy and laughter he brought to everyone around him. How I wish he were here with me right now to share in the celebration of this new chapter of my life. I miss you every day, my brother, and I will always carry your memory and your light with me. Please share these videos and help me keep his memory alive; Hossam was not just a journalist and a martyr—he was my older brother, and someone loved and missed by everyone who had the honor of knowing him.

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RFK Jr. on psychedelics and how his son’s ayahuasca experience opened his mind to legalization “My inclination would be to make them available, at least in therapeutic settings and maybe more generally, but in ways that would discourage the corporate control and exploitation of it. My wife in 2012 took her own life… and one of [my kids] was worrying to me because he never processed his mom’s death in a way that I could observe. About five years ago… he went to Patagonia to kayak a white water river that I kayaked for many, many years… The night my son arrived there, the guy [he stayed with] said to him ‘I’m doing an ayahuasca trip tonight’… so my kid ended up doing this. After he drank the ayahuasca… he felt himself sinking through all the geological strata of the Earth, and he told me… he had a total understanding of all of the processes that had laid them out through the eons. He ended up being propelled out the other side of the Earth and then floating through space for what he experienced as hundreds of years. He would focus on a distant planet and be transported there, and on each planet he would have an adventure and at the end there would be a lesson that he was supposed to remember. The last planet he visited, his mother was there. And she started passing through him, in and out of him again and again and every time she did that, he felt all these experiences of forgiveness, of love, of understanding, of comprehension, of empathy and compassion. When he came back from that trip, he was completely changed. He was very open about talking about his feelings, [but] the reason I really know that it changed him is he started taking out the garbage and doing the dishes. I have a friend who’s a Navy SEAL who had severe PTSD and he went to Costa Rica and had the same kind of experience. I have a couple of other friends who are in the NFL and they also had severe brain injuries and depression, and the same thing happened. So, my mind is open to the idea that there may be things that I don’t know about and that people ought to have the freedom and liberty to experiment with these things.”

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Even though I was baptised Catholic as a baby, I grew up in an atheist household. In retrospect, the grace of Jesus in my life has been undeniable. He has never failed me. Not once. However, I was not always aware of it, unfortunately. Therefore, I behaved accordingly. One year ago, at one of the lowest moments of my life, I completely surrendered to Him. I was confused, lost, scared, and anxious. But He was there, waiting for me. Since then, my faith has been proven in the most bittersweet ways. But just as He didn’t allow Peter to drown, He didn’t allow me to do so. Since I have use of memory, I’ve been in fight-or-flight mode. But He allowed me to relax, to embrace uncertainty, to lose control, to finally be a happy, excited, spoiled kid. Today, after visiting all the places where He walked, taught, lived, and died, I made it to the Jordan River, where He was baptised. My idea was to rent a gown, pay a priest, and get baptised as a Catholic at the very same place where my Lord, Jesus Christ, was baptised. But He wanted to remind me that I am not in control of my life: He is. So it was all closed and empty. No gowns, no priests. He is always there for me, though. So He made my baptism even more magical. I know it is symbolic since I was already baptised. But this is a personal reminder that I am a child of God, that He forgave me, that He is my God and my Lord and my Saviour, that He died for us. And just as He rose from death, I was reborn. With the only purpose to follow Him, to honour Him, and to live for Him. I could have waited and come back another time in the future. But life is short and we need to make Heaven crowded. Thank you, Jesus.

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Ada Lluch

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This weekend is striking me much more intensely than it ever has. The crucification and resurrection of Jesus Christ. What Jesus went through.. the way He remained silent to the priests and elder’s accusations who had arrested Him out of envy. How the priests and elders persuaded the mob to crucify Jesus instead of the notorious criminal Barrabas. The way Pilate was persuaded by the mob and Pilate washed his hands of it and said, “I am innocent of this man’s blood. The responsibility is yours!” The way the soldiers mocked Him, tortured Him and crucified Jesus as the mob mocked, cheered and watched. The details of this utterly break my heart. And in the midst of it all while being crucified, He saved a man who was being crucified next to Him saying, “Today you will be with me in Paradise”. How on the cross being in excruciating pain He asked for forgiveness for those who were crucifying Him. “For they know not what they do.”💔 And Jesus did it all so that we could be washed clean and enter into heaven to be with Him. My prayer is that more than ever in the history of the humanity, God receives thankful prayers of love for the sacrifice He made and hearts open and receive Him into their lives this weekend. That He sees the gratefulness in our hearts for this life we have been so blessed to be given to stumble and journey through with Him. I also pray mercy for us all that He comfort and be with us every step of the way when we pick up our cross and say, “Here am I, send me.” If this reaches you I hope it’s comforting to know, you are not alone. If you’re not familiar with this story I read Matthew 27 in the Bible today, then I would go to John 3:16. Have a loving #ResurrectionDay this 2024. God bless you. He is Risen.

This weekend is striking me much more intensely than it ever has. The crucification and resurrection of Jesus Christ. What Jesus went through.. the way He remained silent to the priests and elder’s accusations who had arrested Him out of envy. How the priests and elders persuaded the mob to crucify Jesus instead of the notorious criminal Barrabas. The way Pilate was persuaded by the mob and Pilate washed his hands of it and said, “I am innocent of this man’s blood. The responsibility is yours!” The way the soldiers mocked Him, tortured Him and crucified Jesus as the mob mocked, cheered and watched. The details of this utterly break my heart. And in the midst of it all while being crucified, He saved a man who was being crucified next to Him saying, “Today you will be with me in Paradise”. How on the cross being in excruciating pain He asked for forgiveness for those who were crucifying Him. “For they know not what they do.”💔 And Jesus did it all so that we could be washed clean and enter into heaven to be with Him. My prayer is that more than ever in the history of the humanity, God receives thankful prayers of love for the sacrifice He made and hearts open and receive Him into their lives this weekend. That He sees the gratefulness in our hearts for this life we have been so blessed to be given to stumble and journey through with Him. I also pray mercy for us all that He comfort and be with us every step of the way when we pick up our cross and say, “Here am I, send me.” If this reaches you I hope it’s comforting to know, you are not alone. If you’re not familiar with this story I read Matthew 27 in the Bible today, then I would go to John 3:16. Have a loving #ResurrectionDay this 2024. God bless you. He is Risen.

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Los Angeles Dodgers second baseman Tommy Edman was asked about the role Jesus plays in his life. And his answer cuts straight to the thing most athletes never say out loud. "He's my Lord and Savior. Not only that, also my teacher. I try to study scripture each day and learn more about Jesus every day and kind of model my life after him. My performance in the game or whatever's happening isn't my identity. Rather, as a disciple of Jesus. That's the foundation of my life and it kind of makes me who I am." That one sentence deserves to sit for a moment. My performance in the game is not my identity. That is one of the hardest things for any athlete to actually believe. The entire sports world is built around performance. Your value is your numbers. Your worth is your contract. Your identity is your stats. And Tommy Edman looked at all of that and said: none of that is who I am. He is a disciple of Jesus. That is his identity. The baseball is just what he does. He also said something that reveals how he maintains that foundation. He studies scripture every day. Not weekly. Not when he feels like it. Every day. And he is actively trying to learn more about Jesus and model his life after Him. That is discipleship. That is not a Sunday morning posture. That is a daily practice of sitting at the feet of the teacher and asking to become more like Him. In a culture that attaches worth to performance and identity to achievement, Tommy Edman is building his life on something that does not move when the batting average drops. "I am the vine, ye are the branches: He that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: for without me ye can do nothing" (John 15:5). Is your identity built on what you do or on who Jesus says you are? This is what it looks like when someone refuses to let their performance define them. Tommy Edman plays for the Los Angeles Dodgers, one of the most watched teams in baseball, and he said plainly that his identity has nothing to do with what happens on the field. He is a disciple of Jesus. That is it. That is who he is. And he studies scripture every day to stay rooted in that truth. Pray for Tommy Edman and pray that more athletes build their identity on Jesus instead of their jersey number.

Los Angeles Dodgers second baseman Tommy Edman was asked about the role Jesus plays in his life. And his answer cuts straight to the thing most athletes never say out loud. "He's my Lord and Savior. Not only that, also my teacher. I try to study scripture each day and learn more about Jesus every day and kind of model my life after him. My performance in the game or whatever's happening isn't my identity. Rather, as a disciple of Jesus. That's the foundation of my life and it kind of makes me who I am." That one sentence deserves to sit for a moment. My performance in the game is not my identity. That is one of the hardest things for any athlete to actually believe. The entire sports world is built around performance. Your value is your numbers. Your worth is your contract. Your identity is your stats. And Tommy Edman looked at all of that and said: none of that is who I am. He is a disciple of Jesus. That is his identity. The baseball is just what he does. He also said something that reveals how he maintains that foundation. He studies scripture every day. Not weekly. Not when he feels like it. Every day. And he is actively trying to learn more about Jesus and model his life after Him. That is discipleship. That is not a Sunday morning posture. That is a daily practice of sitting at the feet of the teacher and asking to become more like Him. In a culture that attaches worth to performance and identity to achievement, Tommy Edman is building his life on something that does not move when the batting average drops. "I am the vine, ye are the branches: He that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: for without me ye can do nothing" (John 15:5). Is your identity built on what you do or on who Jesus says you are? This is what it looks like when someone refuses to let their performance define them. Tommy Edman plays for the Los Angeles Dodgers, one of the most watched teams in baseball, and he said plainly that his identity has nothing to do with what happens on the field. He is a disciple of Jesus. That is it. That is who he is. And he studies scripture every day to stay rooted in that truth. Pray for Tommy Edman and pray that more athletes build their identity on Jesus instead of their jersey number.

Tevin Macharia Mukabana

55,144 Aufrufe • vor 25 Tagen

The last time I saw my grandfather before he died, we had a conversation that changed the course of my life. I was studying at Columbia in 2003 when my father called to tell me that I needed to travel back to Venezuela to see my grandfather for the last time. He was dying of cancer. Escaping the rising tide of Jew hatred that would soon consume all of Europe, my grandfather immigrated to Venezuela in the 1930s. Although he spoke no Spanish and knew no one in the country, he took a job as a bellhop at a hotel in Caracas, learned the language, and soon became the hotel's general manager. When I traveled back to Venezuela in 2003, the country was gripped by widespread protests against its dictator, Hugo Chávez, who—after packing the Supreme Court with loyalists—had convinced it to allow him to run for reelection as many times as he wanted, even though the constitution was clear that he could seek only one, five-year term. In response, over one million Venezuelans took the streets—in a massive show of democratic objection that happened to coincide with my final conversation with my grandfather. He was by then very weak, in a wheel chair, and weighed no more than 90 pounds. He asked me to wheel him out onto the balcony so that we could play chess together, as the crowds amassed in the streets below us. “What kind of lawyer do you want to be?” he asked me during our game. "Well, I don't know," I answered. "I'm still in college." He then raised his bony finger, pointed it at the crowd below, and said: "Always remember — this is what happens to a country when good people don't serve it." That was the last conversation I ever had with him. He died two or three weeks later. But it was because of that conversation, and my deep love for the United States—a country that welcomed my family and me with open arms and which has given us everything we have—that I decided to devote my life to the service of the greatest country the world has ever known.

The last time I saw my grandfather before he died, we had a conversation that changed the course of my life. I was studying at Columbia in 2003 when my father called to tell me that I needed to travel back to Venezuela to see my grandfather for the last time. He was dying of cancer. Escaping the rising tide of Jew hatred that would soon consume all of Europe, my grandfather immigrated to Venezuela in the 1930s. Although he spoke no Spanish and knew no one in the country, he took a job as a bellhop at a hotel in Caracas, learned the language, and soon became the hotel's general manager. When I traveled back to Venezuela in 2003, the country was gripped by widespread protests against its dictator, Hugo Chávez, who—after packing the Supreme Court with loyalists—had convinced it to allow him to run for reelection as many times as he wanted, even though the constitution was clear that he could seek only one, five-year term. In response, over one million Venezuelans took the streets—in a massive show of democratic objection that happened to coincide with my final conversation with my grandfather. He was by then very weak, in a wheel chair, and weighed no more than 90 pounds. He asked me to wheel him out onto the balcony so that we could play chess together, as the crowds amassed in the streets below us. “What kind of lawyer do you want to be?” he asked me during our game. "Well, I don't know," I answered. "I'm still in college." He then raised his bony finger, pointed it at the crowd below, and said: "Always remember — this is what happens to a country when good people don't serve it." That was the last conversation I ever had with him. He died two or three weeks later. But it was because of that conversation, and my deep love for the United States—a country that welcomed my family and me with open arms and which has given us everything we have—that I decided to devote my life to the service of the greatest country the world has ever known.

Roy K. Altman

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Oh how I hope to be present the day he finds her in front of the gates of Paradise with her running to his arms again as she was ripped away from him in Palestine. To watch him open her eyes and kiss them and grieve for her as he calls her “the soul of my soul” after she was murdered by a tyrant with no soul. The people of Gaza are too good for this world.

Oh how I hope to be present the day he finds her in front of the gates of Paradise with her running to his arms again as she was ripped away from him in Palestine. To watch him open her eyes and kiss them and grieve for her as he calls her “the soul of my soul” after she was murdered by a tyrant with no soul. The people of Gaza are too good for this world.

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I know beyond any certainty in my life that this is The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, restored with the fullness of the gospel that God has chosen to reveal in this dispensation of the fullness of time and led by prophets to the present day. I respond with humility to the responsibility that God has placed upon me and commit my whole heart and soul to the service to which I’ve been called.

I know beyond any certainty in my life that this is The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, restored with the fullness of the gospel that God has chosen to reveal in this dispensation of the fullness of time and led by prophets to the present day. I respond with humility to the responsibility that God has placed upon me and commit my whole heart and soul to the service to which I’ve been called.

Dallin H. Oaks

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One of the moments that surprised and moved me during Shri Siddaramaiah avara press meet was him recalling how my father, Manchanahalli Mahadev, was among the MLAs who stood with him and left the JD(S) to join the Congress. In politics, memories fade quickly, so it was heartening that he still remembered and expressed gratitude to people like my father after all these years. My earliest memories of him go back to childhood. Whenever he came home, there would always be a crowd, and my great-grandmother would have people rush to Hampapura to bring Havbatti, a rare local eel fish he loved. I still remember being amazed watching someone who was clearly very important (he had crowds and for a kid, that’s the metric) happily sit down for a simple meal in our village home in Manchanahalli. I began seeing him more closely after my father won in 2004, and over the years he became a familiar presence around our home and political conversations. Growing up, every time he saw me, he would say, “What, young lady?” and speak with warmth and kindness. The last time I visited him with my father, I still remember how happy he was that I was going to study law. Despite the busy schedule and intensity of his post, he was always warm and approachable. One thing I will never forget is how he came rushing the moment he heard my father had passed away. In politics, where relationships often become transactional, his kindness carried immense meaning for us. Over the years, while my own path diverged into organisational roles, I have always appreciated how extraordinarily knowledgeable, politically astute, and well-read he was. Whatever the political realities of today, he remains one of the tallest architects of social justice Karnataka has seen in modern times. Above all, perhaps selfishly, I am grateful that after all these years, he still remembered and acknowledged the contribution of a man like my father. Thank you, Sir, and wishing you the very best always.

One of the moments that surprised and moved me during Shri Siddaramaiah avara press meet was him recalling how my father, Manchanahalli Mahadev, was among the MLAs who stood with him and left the JD(S) to join the Congress. In politics, memories fade quickly, so it was heartening that he still remembered and expressed gratitude to people like my father after all these years. My earliest memories of him go back to childhood. Whenever he came home, there would always be a crowd, and my great-grandmother would have people rush to Hampapura to bring Havbatti, a rare local eel fish he loved. I still remember being amazed watching someone who was clearly very important (he had crowds and for a kid, that’s the metric) happily sit down for a simple meal in our village home in Manchanahalli. I began seeing him more closely after my father won in 2004, and over the years he became a familiar presence around our home and political conversations. Growing up, every time he saw me, he would say, “What, young lady?” and speak with warmth and kindness. The last time I visited him with my father, I still remember how happy he was that I was going to study law. Despite the busy schedule and intensity of his post, he was always warm and approachable. One thing I will never forget is how he came rushing the moment he heard my father had passed away. In politics, where relationships often become transactional, his kindness carried immense meaning for us. Over the years, while my own path diverged into organisational roles, I have always appreciated how extraordinarily knowledgeable, politically astute, and well-read he was. Whatever the political realities of today, he remains one of the tallest architects of social justice Karnataka has seen in modern times. Above all, perhaps selfishly, I am grateful that after all these years, he still remembered and acknowledged the contribution of a man like my father. Thank you, Sir, and wishing you the very best always.

Aiyshwarya Mahadev | ಐಶ್ವರ್ಯ ಮಂಚನಹಳ್ಳಿ ಮಹದೇವ

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NEW: Karoline Leavitt shares her favorite memory of Charlie Kirk, and the last interaction she had with him: "My last text exchange with him was the day before he died and he was asking for my husband and I's address to send a children's book to our son." "And I think that just speaks to the type of person that he was."

NEW: Karoline Leavitt shares her favorite memory of Charlie Kirk, and the last interaction she had with him: "My last text exchange with him was the day before he died and he was asking for my husband and I's address to send a children's book to our son." "And I think that just speaks to the type of person that he was."

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🇺🇸 JD VANCE: "THE BEST WAY THAT I CAN HONOR MY DEAR FRIEND IS TO BE THE BEST HUSBAND I CAN BE" "I went to Utah, where Charlie was shot and killed. To meet his wife and family, all just incredible people who didn't deserve to have this happen to them. He died way too young, but he died a happy man, because of the family that you gave him. She said something I will never forget: Charlie never raised his voice, he never cursed her, he was never mean-spirited. And I realized that I needed to be a better husband and a better father. All these moments I get to have with my kids, Charlie is not able to have them anymore. Maybe the best way that I can honor my dear friend is to be the best husband I can be, and be the kind of husband to my wife that he was to his." Source: RealAMVoice

🇺🇸 JD VANCE: "THE BEST WAY THAT I CAN HONOR MY DEAR FRIEND IS TO BE THE BEST HUSBAND I CAN BE" "I went to Utah, where Charlie was shot and killed. To meet his wife and family, all just incredible people who didn't deserve to have this happen to them. He died way too young, but he died a happy man, because of the family that you gave him. She said something I will never forget: Charlie never raised his voice, he never cursed her, he was never mean-spirited. And I realized that I needed to be a better husband and a better father. All these moments I get to have with my kids, Charlie is not able to have them anymore. Maybe the best way that I can honor my dear friend is to be the best husband I can be, and be the kind of husband to my wife that he was to his." Source: RealAMVoice

Mario Nawfal

101,044 Aufrufe • vor 9 Monaten

Chris Camillo says AI is accelerating so fast that going to school might not be worth it anymore "One of my kids is 16 years old and he drives himself to school, and one day he slept in and I was so astonished. I was like, how is that even possible? If I would have done that as a kid, the thought of what my parents would have done to me" "But there was a part of me in the back of my head, does it even matter anymore? I'm looking at my kid going to school and I am like, why are you even in school? I know I can't say that to them, but does any of this really matter at all right now? The world is moving so quickly that the stuff you're learning is just too slow"

Chris Camillo says AI is accelerating so fast that going to school might not be worth it anymore "One of my kids is 16 years old and he drives himself to school, and one day he slept in and I was so astonished. I was like, how is that even possible? If I would have done that as a kid, the thought of what my parents would have done to me" "But there was a part of me in the back of my head, does it even matter anymore? I'm looking at my kid going to school and I am like, why are you even in school? I know I can't say that to them, but does any of this really matter at all right now? The world is moving so quickly that the stuff you're learning is just too slow"

Mikli

1,543,199 Aufrufe • vor 4 Monaten

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.

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

282,904 Aufrufe • vor 2 Jahren

. I remember when this man threatened my life and I quickly reached out to my father in the Lord late Rev Azzaman. My father in the Lord asked me to forward the man's number to him, which I did, and Rev Azzaman called him. Please listen carefully and hear how their conversations went. He is even threatening my father in the Lord that he should stay out of this. My only crime is that I am a believer of Christ Jesus and also a Preacher of the Gospel in the rural villages. Yet, some people are saying it is a propaganda. May God have mercy on you!

. I remember when this man threatened my life and I quickly reached out to my father in the Lord late Rev Azzaman. My father in the Lord asked me to forward the man's number to him, which I did, and Rev Azzaman called him. Please listen carefully and hear how their conversations went. He is even threatening my father in the Lord that he should stay out of this. My only crime is that I am a believer of Christ Jesus and also a Preacher of the Gospel in the rural villages. Yet, some people are saying it is a propaganda. May God have mercy on you!

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥

35,941 Aufrufe • vor 9 Monaten

Dead on the ground, and around him as a circle, there were seven of the enemies dead around him. And RasulAllah (ﷺ) when he saw this image, He stared at him and His beloved eyes flowed with Tears. He said.. "He killed, seven of the enemies of Islam and then he was killed, Julaybeeb is of Me and I of Him, Julaybeeb is of Me," and He repeated it three times, "Julaybeeb is of Me, He’s one of my Family and I am one of his Family." Then Julaybeeb had no other bed except the bed of the Palms of RasulAllah (ﷺ). RasulAllah (ﷺ) carried Him on His own forearms, and He was Crying then suddenly his crying turned into a Smile and He looked away. He went, RasulAllah (ﷺ) and buried Julaybeeb with His own Blessed hands, and They (Sahabahs) asked Him, O RasulAllah (ﷺ) why were you crying and then you were smiling and looked away? He said, I was Crying for the loss of my Dear family member Julaybeeb, no one cared about him but Me, and then Allah showed Me his place in Jannah, I saw His Soul in Jannah and there was one of His wives from the Hoor-al-Ayn running towards him (Julaybeeb), so I smiled that he finally got his wife which he wanted in Jannah and as she was running, the Heel of her leg showed, so I turned away I have no right to look at the wife of Julaybeeb. This Hadith is in Sahih Muslim and part of it is also in At-Tirmidhi, which is completely authentic.

Dead on the ground, and around him as a circle, there were seven of the enemies dead around him. And RasulAllah (ﷺ) when he saw this image, He stared at him and His beloved eyes flowed with Tears. He said.. "He killed, seven of the enemies of Islam and then he was killed, Julaybeeb is of Me and I of Him, Julaybeeb is of Me," and He repeated it three times, "Julaybeeb is of Me, He’s one of my Family and I am one of his Family." Then Julaybeeb had no other bed except the bed of the Palms of RasulAllah (ﷺ). RasulAllah (ﷺ) carried Him on His own forearms, and He was Crying then suddenly his crying turned into a Smile and He looked away. He went, RasulAllah (ﷺ) and buried Julaybeeb with His own Blessed hands, and They (Sahabahs) asked Him, O RasulAllah (ﷺ) why were you crying and then you were smiling and looked away? He said, I was Crying for the loss of my Dear family member Julaybeeb, no one cared about him but Me, and then Allah showed Me his place in Jannah, I saw His Soul in Jannah and there was one of His wives from the Hoor-al-Ayn running towards him (Julaybeeb), so I smiled that he finally got his wife which he wanted in Jannah and as she was running, the Heel of her leg showed, so I turned away I have no right to look at the wife of Julaybeeb. This Hadith is in Sahih Muslim and part of it is also in At-Tirmidhi, which is completely authentic.

Idris

27,441 Aufrufe • vor 1 Jahr

He was released from prison only to be devastated by the news that his entire family had been killed. There was no one waiting to receive him, no one left to embrace him. All of his family were killed. His only “fault” was that he worked as an intensive care medical provider in northern Gaza. He was imprisoned, and his family was killed in what feels like retaliation for his humanity. He is not alone—many of his colleagues have suffered similar fates, targeted, imprisoned, and having their families taken from them.What kind of pain is this? 💔 My friend and colleague in the intensive care unit at the Indonesian Hospital for several years, Dr. Ahmad, was released from prison only to find that the occupation had killed his family. 💔 What kind of injustice is this? My friend Ahmad writes: “ My beautiful family, I miss your presence… I miss holding all of you, I miss your embrace and being with you. My beloved wife Asmaa, my daughter Ghina—the soul of my heart. I left prison longing for you, my heart burning with love and anticipation to see you again. I never imagined I would be denied that reunion. I was shocked and devastated by the news. Since that day, I have been lost, numb… I have nothing left but to move between your photos. Life has no meaning without you. I ask God to accept you and to reunite us in the highest levels of Paradise. Praise be to Him for His decree and destiny. To be a family, and then to become shattered… is an unbearable feeling.” May God grant you patience, my friend, mend your broken heart, and replace your pain with a healing that eases its bitterness.

He was released from prison only to be devastated by the news that his entire family had been killed. There was no one waiting to receive him, no one left to embrace him. All of his family were killed. His only “fault” was that he worked as an intensive care medical provider in northern Gaza. He was imprisoned, and his family was killed in what feels like retaliation for his humanity. He is not alone—many of his colleagues have suffered similar fates, targeted, imprisoned, and having their families taken from them.What kind of pain is this? 💔 My friend and colleague in the intensive care unit at the Indonesian Hospital for several years, Dr. Ahmad, was released from prison only to find that the occupation had killed his family. 💔 What kind of injustice is this? My friend Ahmad writes: “ My beautiful family, I miss your presence… I miss holding all of you, I miss your embrace and being with you. My beloved wife Asmaa, my daughter Ghina—the soul of my heart. I left prison longing for you, my heart burning with love and anticipation to see you again. I never imagined I would be denied that reunion. I was shocked and devastated by the news. Since that day, I have been lost, numb… I have nothing left but to move between your photos. Life has no meaning without you. I ask God to accept you and to reunite us in the highest levels of Paradise. Praise be to Him for His decree and destiny. To be a family, and then to become shattered… is an unbearable feeling.” May God grant you patience, my friend, mend your broken heart, and replace your pain with a healing that eases its bitterness.

Dr.mostafa project🇵🇸𓂆

11,007 Aufrufe • vor 2 Monaten

Dylan Cardwell: "When I was in predraft workouts I asked about Al Horford...they mentioned how much of a pro he was in his routine and how he just continued to rep out things he wanted to get better at each and every day. I asked him how he did that. I try to make sure my routine is dead straight. My wife holds me accountable each time. Just being a professional on and off the court and how I take care of my body and how I approach the game"

Dylan Cardwell: "When I was in predraft workouts I asked about Al Horford...they mentioned how much of a pro he was in his routine and how he just continued to rep out things he wanted to get better at each and every day. I asked him how he did that. I try to make sure my routine is dead straight. My wife holds me accountable each time. Just being a professional on and off the court and how I take care of my body and how I approach the game"

Oh No He Didn't

58,882 Aufrufe • vor 5 Monaten