Category: Everyday Saints
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“Some roads answer us back. Even in silence. Even before Three Sisters.” Before we reached the landmark called Three Sisters, something else shifted — a pickup turned into a homecoming, and memory took the wheel. This is a story of roads interrupted, hearts opened, and how a boat hitched behind us became a vessel for…
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Before Rafiq ever dropped his first scroll, there was a garden of words — planted in silence, grown in love. This is his origin soil.
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In Gaza, not all superheroes fly. Some livestream truth. Some carry bleeding children. Some send plastic bottles filled with rice. And some — like the mother stirring a pot that is almost empty — hold the line with nothing but dust and devotion. This post is not about comic books. It is about subverting myths,…
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He was the boy who waved from the embassy window, the brother who made us laugh at rallies, the servant who built bridges inside City Hall as he once did on the streets. Riefaat Hattas carried the scars of struggle — but also the joy of belonging, the courage of standing out for justice, and…
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A Turkish Delight of memory, scent, and softness — this is a tribute to the ones who raised us, laughed with us, stitched us together. From Braima Winter’s cloud-watching wisdom to High Rugaya’s cinnamon mercy, this is how we remember. With bricks. With books. With soup.
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“Met sy grou oë en grys baard, hy lyk soos ’n wolf.” A tribute to Boeta Junain — madrasa teacher, guardian, and guide. His sorbaan still speaks.
Adli Yacubi 