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I genuinely cannot understand how someone can watch this story and still stand there, looking at two women, and somehow decide that the wrong one is the victim. On one side, you have a girl (Yฤฑldฤฑz) who has been mistreated her entire life. Since the moment she was born, she was treated like a sacrifice for a conflict she was never even part of and later we find out that this conflict never even existed. Her right to study was taken from her. She was pushed into a marriage at a very young age just imagine being six, seven, eight years old, living in fear of being tied to someone you donโ€™t even know. She was treated like a servant in her own home, by the very people she thought were her family. And just when she gets close to the happiness she dreamed of, the man she was engaged to shows up with another wife. She gets mistreated by that wife, by his family, and even (unintentionally) by him, because he was trying to run away from his own feelings, and that only caused her more heartbreak. The whole world was literally against her. She fought through all of that, only to find out in the end that everything she suffered for was based on something that wasnโ€™t even real. Her entire life was built on a lie. That she isnโ€™t even part of that family that she has literally no one in this world. Now on the other sideโ€ฆ You have a girl (Melek) who, yes, was taken from her biological mother but she was raised by loving parents. She had everything anyone could wish for: education, freedom, a happy childhood, a healthy environment. She lived her life, fell in love, went out, made choices and no one questioned her, no one controlled her. And then what did she do? She found out that her man was engaged to another woman before marrying her (and even saw him marry her) and instead of holding on to her dignity, she chose to stay, to fight for a man who lied to her, to hold onto a marriage he tried to end multiple times. She used her unborn child to keep him tied to her. She lied constantly, and her excuse was that she was โ€œprotecting her marriageโ€ a marriage that was already broken from the moment Serhat removed that ring at the airport in episode one. She tried to hand Yฤฑldฤฑz (a woman who had already suffered enough) over to dangerous people. Then she found out the truth about her own birth (that her father ra*ped her mother.)And still no empathy. No moment of humanity toward her own mother. All she cared about was herself. And even though none of this had anything to do with Yฤฑldฤฑz, she still found a way to blame it on her. Instead of holding her father accountable, she went and made a deal with him to get rid of Yฤฑldฤฑz. She literally made a deal with the devil just to hurt Yฤฑldฤฑz one more time. And after all of thatโ€ฆ you want me to feel sorry for her? You want me to call her a victim? I honestly cannot believe we are living on the same planet with people who see this and still say, โ€œsheโ€™s the victim.โ€ Not morally. Not logically. Not emotionally. There is no world where this makes sense. Itโ€™s like watching someone clearly cause harm, and still calling them the victim and actually BELIEVING it. #HalefKรถklerinร‡aฤŸrฤฑsฤฑ

Maurora๐Ÿซฆ

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They have charged senior citizen Miria Matembe with sectarianism. It fits the pattern exactly. They picked sectarianism against a woman who spent her whole life fighting for every Ugandan woman regardless of tribe, and they picked it because the charge was never the point. The charge is the paperwork. It exists to give Luzira a legal sounding reason to swallow her, so that when you ask why a 72-year-old is in a maximum security prison, somebody can wave a file at you and call it due process. This is how the machine works now. We have watched it do this to Besigye, to Lukwago, to Eddie Mutwe and countless others. Matembe is just the latest name fed through it. She was brought into that courtroom held up by two people, unable to stand on her own. Days ago she sat upright in her own home, clear and strong, telling the truth about this regime out loud. Now she could not walk into a room without being helped, her body showed the signs of torture wherever they have kept her since they took her. Days missing, her family never told where she was. Then she is brought to court like this and a sane magistrate accepts the charges against her and sends her to prison. She begged. She cried in that courtroom, asking the magistrate for bail so she could simply get to a hospital and have a scan, just to know whether something inside her was broken. She said, plainly, that she would not survive a night in prison without help. This is a woman who sat in the Constituent Assembly and fought for the document that courtroom claims to operate under, reduced to pleading for a scan like a stranger begging at a gate. The magistrate looked at her and looked away, then sent her to Luzira anyway. That same constitution allows her bail. It does not protect her now, because the people running this country have decided it does not apply to whoever Muhoozi is angry with this week. So let us not pretend this is a country of laws. A country of laws does not carry a sick 72-year-old into court and remand her to prison in that condition. They abducted Matembe. They tortured her. Then they brought her before a magistrate with a charge sheet already prepared, so the whole thing would look like justice instead of what it actually was. This is the system functioning exactly as it was built to function, and that is precisely the problem. Get her out. Get her to a hospital. Whoever you support, whatever you usually scroll past, this one should reach you, because they are showing us plainly what they are, and they are doing it to one of the best of us while asking us to call it law. ๐ŸŽฅMisheline Mutuzo #FreeMiriaMatembe #FreeAllPoliticalPrisonersInUganda #FreeUganda

King Melvin

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Issues of paternity have shaped our society for generations, especially in Zimbabwe. They did not start today. I remember going to a funeral with my father in the 1990s, and as we sat around the fire the men began sharing stories. One of them has stayed with me ever since. A Zimbabwean doctor had married a nurse, and they struggled to have children. As usual, when there is no child, the blame was placed on the woman. She went to see her own doctor, who told her plainly that she was not the problem, and advised her to bring her husband for testing. The husband refused, as many Zimbabwean men tend to do. Their marriage eventually collapsed, with the man insisting he could not be the problem because he had a child with another woman before marrying the nurse. That woman, he said, was also a doctor, and he was raising that child. After the divorce, the nurse remarried another doctor, and she immediately fell pregnant. Because it was a tight medical community, the whole situation became a talking point. The ex-husband had loudly declared that his former wife was barren, yet here she was having one child after another, three in total, with her new husband. Meanwhile, the ex-husband remarried, and again there were no children. One day the ex-husband and his former wife met at a gathering. During a casual conversation, as people who once knew each other, she told him directly that he was raising a child who was not his. She told him that he had no capacity to father a child and that if he finally went for tests, he would discover the truth. She reminded him how he had insulted her and her parents, and how he had refused to listen. The revelation shook him. He went for tests, and it was confirmed that he was the problem. He had spent seventeen years looking after a child who was not his. The moral of the story is simple, and I always stress this when mentoring young people. When in doubt, check. In fact, even without doubt, check. A DNA test at birth saves you from future heartbreak. Many men are raising children who are not theirs. Some women know exactly what they are doing. Others genuinely do not know because their relationships overlapped before they settled down. In those cases, even the woman cannot be sure who the father is. So when you have a child, get a DNA test. If you ask for one and a woman becomes defensive or resistant, that is a major red flag. At that point, the test is no longer optional, it is necessary. That is the reality of life today. As they say, trust is beautiful, but DNA is confirmation. In this life we live, hope is not a strategy when it comes to your children, so test your child and protect your future, as the saying goes. I have DNA stories that I could share for a whole year. If compulsory DNA testing was demanded of all of us today, you will be shocked by what will come out. This brother in the video is now going through denial. He has been told the truth, but he is still in shock, which is why he is asking for silly things from this woman. It is hard for any man to discover that the child he believed was his belongs to another man. That is why DNA testing is a necessity and why it should be compulsory.

Hopewell Chinโ€™ono

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My Mother Will Live 100 Years More People will continue to speak the name of a woman who gave kindness freely and inspired their strength By Charlie LeDuff Charlie LeDuff Mother's life was not one of accolades or prizes or financial riches. Mother was a handsome woman who lived a normal life. But when cancer came to claim her face, it exposed a beauty previously unseen by me. โ€œThatโ€™s the thing about growing old,โ€ she said of the affliction that had stolen her eyes and taken the bridge of her nose and left her in darkness. โ€œEventually God punishes every woman for her vanity.โ€ Even so, Mother continued to wear a wristwatch so she might document the hour when her eyesight would return. Of course, it never did. She was 81. Evangeline Baldis (nรฉe Steele) was born in Michiganโ€™s Upper Peninsula, the daughter of a truck driver and waitress. In her life, Mother was many things. A factory girl, a florist, a painter, a gourmet, a theologian. She was a wife to three men. Mother to five children. Grandmother of 10. Great-grandmother of three. She also offered sanctuary to many children lost in the blizzard of drugs and divorce known as The Eighties. There was always a warm meal at her table. At that time, men were packing their bags and walking out the door and women were left to go out to earn the bread. Naturally, children ran wildโ€”including her own. On more than one occasion, Mother presented herself in an old fur coat at the threshold of a disreputable door demanding her child be returned to her. โ€œThere is a word for that,โ€ her sister Joann said at the hour of her death. โ€œFlair. Your mother had flair.โ€ Weeks earlier, Mother asked: โ€œWhy does God keep me around? What does he want from me? Iโ€™m ready.โ€ โ€œOne last great lesson, Ma,โ€ I supposed. โ€œI think He wants you to teach us how to die with dignity. How not to be afraid.โ€ She nodded. And then she asked for a cigarette. And then she asked for a chocolate. And then she asked for a spritz of Oscar de la Renta. At the foot of her bed, a great-grandchild clutched at the post attempting to right herself. Mother knew the baby by the sound of her gurglings. The baby carries her name. Evangeline. The bringer of good news. The scent of lilac and sage wafted in from the garden along with the dang-dong of the wind chime. Mother had been floating in the morphine clouds for sometime. As the day grew nearer, and the dosage grew higher, I expected strange things to bubble from her haze. I did not know what exactly. Rantings perhaps. Bitterness maybe. Medicine is a truth serum, and cancer is a monster. But strange words never came. She was the same woman in deathโ€™s shadow as she was in lifeโ€™s light. She was more handsome than I had ever known. One evening, in the darkened room, she asked, โ€œWhy me, Lord? โ€œWhatโ€™s that, Ma?โ€ โ€œKris Kristofferson,โ€ she said. โ€œWhy me, Lord?โ€ It wasnโ€™t a question. It was a request. โ€œWhy Me?โ€ is Kristoffersonโ€™s gospel song of humility and grace; of feeling unworthy of Godโ€™s blessings. I remembered it from boyhood. I played it for her. Try me, Lord If you think there's a way I can try to repay All I've taken from you Maybe, Lord I can show someone else What I've been through myself On my way back to you She sang along in a rasping, labored voice. And then she went to sleep. Mother died today, or yesterday. But not really. It is said that a woman dies twice. Once when her heart stops. And once when her name is spoken for the last time. Considering the people she touched, the kindness she freely gave, the strength she offered, I am quite sure Mother will live 100 years more. At least.

Michigan Enjoyer

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It surprises me that BAP takes such a categorical position here, one based on the fallacy that a WOMAN could somehow also not be a CALCULATING WHORE. I thought he was Nietzschean. To me this looks like a Schopenhauerian error, the same one Michel Houellebecq often makes in his novels. It is the mistake of many incels and trads as well. It underlies the repulsive Christian TRAD discourse that BAP himself so often attacks. A WOMAN IS AT ALL TIMES A WHORE and at all times playing a role. She does not do this out of free will, but from archetypes that culture teaches her. It is the learned cultural role she performs that enables her to spread her legs, that makes her WANT and NEED to do so. And attached to those roles are different types of men, each neatly performing his own role as well. The Friends With Benefits man, or the man you marry and have children with. Some men are capable of playing several roles, either simultaneously or over time. This is the man's problem, not the woman's. The man in Jini's example feels insulted and castrated because he would rather be the conqueror than the man you marry, yet he never took responsibility for playing the male role that women want for a one night stand. He has it in his head that one role is more honorable than the other. The woman believed she was confiding something BEAUTIFUL to him. After all, it is her ACHIEVEMENT that she plays the role of married woman so well with her husband, fucking him, sucking him off, while occasionally still thinking back to experiences from earlier roles. Out of nostalgia, she shares those memories with her hubbie, her husband, her best friend, for whom she also spreads her legs. Does a man have any idea what psycho-biological-cultural gymnastics a libtard female brain has to perform to make that work in the free West, where rape is taboo and consent and desire occupy the highest place of honor? Jini-Jeanne Hamwi is right here. This woman does not know what she is talking about, and neither does the man. They should therefore not take each other too seriously. They are speaking to each other as symptoms. My own wife and whore explains all of this better than I do in this clip, in which she compares the Liberal Woman to the Victorian Woman and explains how we should TRAIN OUR WOMEN through Nietzschean Artist Metaphysics. I'm urging anyone who takes this fertility cult discourse seriously to study this clip, because it contains important clues about how such a fertility cult would actually have to be built. In the end, it has to be designed with the female mind in mind as well.

KIRAC

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๐ŸšจUPDATE: Trial hears two women who accused Sir Jeffrey Donaldson of sexually abusing them claim he subjected them to โ€œdifficult and traumatic incidentsโ€ when they were children ๐ŸŽคChief Reporter James from Newry Crown Court. The former DUP Leader is accused of rape and several counts of gross indecency and of indecent assault. He has pleaded not guilty to the 18 alleged offences. The charges span between 1985 and 2008 involving two alleged victims. Mr Donaldsonโ€™s wife Lady Eleanor Donaldson, denies several charges of aiding and abetting her husbandโ€™s alleged offending. She is facing a trial of the facts. Barrister Rosemary Walsh KC opened the prosecution case by summarising the evidence. She told the jury they would hear evidence from witnesses as well as police interviews carried out with the Donaldsons at the time of their arrest in 2024. Ms Walsh said two complainants had come forward to police more than two years ago and reported โ€œdifficult and traumatic incidents they say happened when they were childrenโ€. She said the evidence of the two complainants would in part be delivered during the trial by pre-recorded interviews. She said they would be cross-examined by barristers but would not come into the court. Ms Walsh said that in March 2024 Complainant B told police that she had been sexually abused when she was a child and that she remembered two incidents โ€œvividlyโ€. In the first alleged incident, she told the police that Jeffrey Donaldson had put his hands down her underwear, pulled her legs apart and then sexually assaulted her. In the second incident she told police that Donaldson had lifted her top and started to touch her breasts. Ms Walsh said Complainant B had said there were other incidents and that Donaldson had put his hands down her pants โ€œa lotโ€. The barrister told the jury that Complainant B had later been at a meeting with Donaldson at a Christian centre and he had โ€œapologised to her for what had happened in the pastโ€. Ms Walsh then turned to the evidence that would be presented during the trial by Complainant A. Complainant A also made a statement to police in March 2024. She alleged that Donaldson touched her on a number of occasions under her top when she was a child. She told police that touching her had become something he had โ€œdone quite oftenโ€. She told police that Donaldson would make comments about her appearance, including the size of her breasts. She recalled one incident where she claimed that Donaldson had been โ€œlooking at her private partsโ€. The jury was told that the Donaldsons had been arrested on March 28 2024 and were subject to a number of police interviews. In Jeffrey Donaldsonโ€™s interview, when Complainant Bโ€™s account was put to him, he said it was โ€œunbelievableโ€ that he would have touched her in a sexual way. Regarding Complainant A, he denied that he ever rubbed her breast. Eleanor Donaldson is facing a trial of the facts, not a criminal trial, after Judge Paul Ramsey ruled her unfit to stand trial on mental health grounds. The trial of the facts will test the evidence in the case but cannot result in a criminal conviction. It is being heard by the same jury, with proceedings against both Donaldsons running simultaneously as part of one overall trial process presided over by Judge Ramsey. The trial continues.

Cool FM News

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Why Can a Dog Adopt the Young of Another Species? ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿ’“ A lioness gave birth to two cubs but did not care for them. The two lion cubs quickly became weak, leaving the park staff with no choice but to find another mother who could nurse them. The one chosen was Sandra, an eight-year-old German Shepherd who had recently given birth. Sandra had milk and was caring for her own puppy. What happened next was remarkable. When the two lion cubs were brought to her, Sandra accepted them and allowed them to nurse alongside her own puppy. It is hard not to smile at the sight. A dog lies down while three young animals press close to her body: one puppy and two lion cubs. But what made Sandra accept young animals from another species? Part of the answer lies in the timing. Sandra had just given birth, her body was producing milk, and behaviours such as staying close to her young, grooming them, keeping them warm and nursing them were already taking place naturally. Hormonal changes after giving birth also help promote maternal care in mother dogs. In other words, Sandra was at exactly the stage of life when caring for small, dependent animals had become a natural part of her daily life. The two lion cubs were also showing clear signs of young animals in need of care. They were small and weak, needed warmth and milk, and then sought out Sandraโ€™s body to nurse. To us, a dog and a lion are two very different species. But maternal behaviour in animals does not necessarily begin with deciding, โ€œThis is a dogโ€ or โ€œThis is a lionโ€. In this situation, what Sandra encountered were young animals seeking care. Researchers have recorded mothers nursing young that are not their own in many mammalian species. This behaviour is known as allonursing, and it can occur when circumstances lead a mother to accept additional young alongside her own offspring. Perhaps the sweetest part of Sandraโ€™s story is that she did not have to choose between her own puppy and the two little visitors. Her puppy remained beside her, while the two lion cubs were also allowed to snuggle against her and nurse alongside it. In that moment, all three young animals had one simple need: they needed nourishment. And Sandra responded to that need with the same behaviour she was already showing towards her own puppy. Encounters like this usually depend on several circumstances coming together. A mother must be nursing, the young animals must still be very small, and the situation must give them an opportunity to stay close to her. Perhaps that is why the image of Sandra lying among the three young animals is so memorable. The two lion cubs needed a mother to survive, while Sandra had just become one. And on that day, an eight-year-old German Shepherd gave two little lion cubs a place beside her, alongside her own puppy.

Beauty of music and nature ๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒบ

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A 17 year old girl offered a lad a lift. That's it. That's her whole crime. Being kind. He got in. Then three more climbed in after him. FOR SIX HOURS, police say, they raped her. Over and over. Driving her round Sydney in her own car like she was a thing, not a child. Then they dumped her back in the driver's seat and walked off like they'd done nothing. She's SEVENTEEN and she has to live with this for the rest of her life. That's one of them being marched out of a house in cuffs. The only one of the four old enough to be named. The rest hide behind their age. They were 14, 16 and 18. Listen to the family screaming at the police. Why are you arresting him. Why him. Shut your mouth, don't say a word. Not one of them screaming for her. Here's what police say happened, because it's worse than people know. Half five on a Sunday. Liverpool Westfield, southwest Sydney. A 16 year old she'd never met starts chatting, all friendly, follows her to her car and talks his way in and while he's allegedly attacking her, police say he's on a video call to the others. Filming it. Sending it round. Calling them in. So no, this wasn't something that just got out of hand. They were watching, allegedly, before they even turned up. He asks for a lift to a park. She says yes, thinking he'll get out when they arrive. He doesn't. Two more are waiting. A fourth pulls up in another car. And then, police allege, they took control of her own car and drove her round the suburbs while it carried on. The detective leading the case didn't hold back. She said it beggars belief that men would act this way over six hours and then the line that sticks. In all those six hours, not one of them stopped and said to the others, this is wrong. Not once. Six hours. Till half eleven at night, when they allegedly left her in the car and walked off. She rang a mate, who drove her to the police station and this is the part that should make people sit up. That girl, after all of that, gave police a detailed statement over several days. The detective called it the strength of the victim. She is the reason they had the evidence at all. She handed them the case. Look at the charges if you think it's being overblown. The 16 year old on his own faces 24 of them. Nine counts of sexual intercourse without consent. The 14 year old, ten more. A dedicated unit, Strike Force Dungannon, was set up to chase it down and they didn't rush it for a headline. They waited SIX MONTHS to arrest the two older ones, quietly building the case so it would hold. The moment they knew they could throw the book at them, they moved. When they did, they needed the riot squad to get them out of the houses and none of it happened last week. This was December 2024. That girl has carried it for over a year already. And it's only grinding through court now, in 2026. Still going. Still not done. She's still waiting. She was kind for thirty seconds. They took six hours and the rest of her life for it. Four of them. One girl and over a year on, she's STILL waiting for justice to catch up. That's the world we're handing our daughters. So remember her. Because the system already wants you to forget and ask yourself what kind of country leaves a child waiting this long.

BanksyCat

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FROM INBOX | Good day, Sir. I hope you're well. Yesterday, my daughter was a victim of theft near the flyover on Chitungwiza Road. A group of street kids snatched her wig. She tried to get it back, but the thief ran off into the nearby river, which has flowing water throughout the year. She even offered him money in exchange for the wig, but as people started to gather, he panicked and disappeared into the ditch. She cried out for help, but sadly, no one came to assist her. Despite the incident, she continued with her errands in town. On her way back, at the same flyover on Seke Road, she encountered a hungry young street kid. She kindly offered him some food and a drink she had with her. As they talked, he opened up and revealed information about the wig. He told her it had already been sold, and the kids were using the money for themselves, but they had excluded him, which upset him. The young boy advised my daughter to be patient and wait nearby, as the person who stole the wig was likely to return. Eventually, the thief did reappear. The young boy pointed him out, and my daughter confronted and apprehended him. She insisted he take her to the person who bought the wig. They made their way to Copacabana, behind the public toilets near the tuckshops. There, they met a woman with dreadlocksโ€”referred to as "Mhamha Dred." According to the boy, she is the one who sends these street kids to snatch wigs and pays them for it. Fortunately, the wig was still in her possession. The woman demanded $10, claiming she had already paid the kids that amount. My daughter paid the $10 and got her wig back. What the woman didnโ€™t realize was that she was being recorded on video. This woman appears to be the mastermind behind a wig-snatching syndicate operating in town. I respectfully request that authorities take action and hold her accountable. I have the video as evidence and am ready to share it online to raise awareness and seek justice. Zimbabwe Republic Police

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