#hanie is on cloud 9~

[monggay]

Trick or treat!!

hello !! have some yema !

theyre super sweet and theyre one of my favorites ! 😋

[ninja-muse]

My 2021 Release TBR

As usual, there are too many good books coming out and I need to read them all right now. What’s on your list for the year? Do we share any? Have I added any to your list? (All titles are adult unless stated otherwise.)

First Light - Casey Berger - January 1 (space opera)

Persephone Station - Stina Leicht - January 5 (space opera)

Padoskoks - Joseph Bruchac - January 7 (mystery)

Across the Green Grass Fields - Seanan McGuire - January 12 (portal fantasy)

The Ruthless Lady’s Guide to Wizardry - C.M. Waggoner - January 12 (fantasy)

Last Night at the Telegraph Club - Malinda Lo - January 19 (YA historical)

The Mask of Mirrors - M.A. Carrick - January 19 (fantasy)

We Could be Heroes - Mike Chen - January 26 (superheroes)

The Fabulous Zed Watson! - Basil and Kevin Sylvester - January 26 (middle grade)

The Paris Library - Janet Skeslien Charles - February 2 (historical)

The Ratline - Phillip Sands - February 2 (history)

The Memory Theater - Karin Tidbeck - February 16 (fantasy)

We Had a Little Real Estate Problem - Kliph Nesteroff - February 16 (history)

Calculated Risks - Seanan McGuire - February 23 (contemporary fantasy)

A Dark and Hollow Star - Ashley Shuttleworth - February 23 (YA fantasy)

Satellite Love - Genki Ferguson - March 2 (literary)

Return of the Trickster - Eden Robinson - March 2 (literary/contemporary)

The Lost Apothecary - Sarah Penner - March 2 (historical)

The Conductors - Nicole Glover - March 2 (historical fantasy)

Accidentally Engaged - Farah Heron - March 2 (contemporary romance)

The Rose Code - Kate Quinn - March 3 (historical fiction)

Fatal Fried Rice - Vivien Chien - March 9 (cozy mystery)

A Fatal Thing Happened On the Way to the Forum - Emma Southon - March 9 (history)

Birds of Paradise - Oliver K. Langmead - March 16 (contemporary fantasy)

Raft of Stars - Andrew J. Graff - March 23 (historical fiction)

Nöthin’ But a Good Time - Richard Bienstock and Tom Beaujour - March 30 (music history)

A Little Devil in America - Hanif Abdurraqib - March 30 (sociology)

What Abigail Did That Summer - Ben Aaronovitch - March 18 (contemporary fantasy)

The Fall of Koli - M.R. Carey - March 23 (post-apocalypse)

Wild Women and the Blues - Denny S. Bryce - March 30 (historical fiction)

Zoe Rosenthal Is Not Lawful Good - Nancy Werlin - April 6 (YA contemporary)

First, Become Ashes - K.M. Szpara - April 6 (contemporary fantasy)

The Last Bookshop in London - Madeleine Martin - April 6 (historical fiction)

Broken (in the Best Way Possible) - Jenny Lawson - April 6 (memoir)

The Dictionary of Lost Words - Pip Williams - April 6 (historical fiction)

Hana Khan Carries On - Uzma Jalaluddin - April 6 (romance)

When the Stars Go Dark - Paula McLain - April 13 (mystery)

Empire of Pain - Patrick Radden Keefe-April 13 (current events/true crime)

Between Perfect and Real - Ray Stoeve - April 27 (YA contemporary)

Angel of the Overpass - Seanan McGuire - May 11 (fantasy)

The Hellion’s Waltz - Olivia Waite - May 11 (historical romance)

People We Meet on Vacation - Emily Henry - May 11 (contemporary romance)

A Master of Djinn - P. Djèlí Clark - May 11 (alternate history/fantasy)

Son of the Storm - Suyi Davies Okungbowa - May 11 (fantasy)

The Album of Dr. Moreau - Daryl Gregory - May 18 (horror)

Pumpkin - Julie Murphy - May 25 (YA contemporary)

Hani and Ishu’s Guide to Fake Dating - Adiba Jaigirdar - May 25 (YA contemporary)

The Kingdoms - Natasha Pulley - May 25 (alternate history)

The Blacktongue Thief - Christopher Buehlman - May 25 (fantasy)

The Lights of Prague - Nicole Jarvis - May 25 (historical fantasy)

How to Find a Princess - Alyssa Cole - May 25 (contemporary romance)

The Ship of Stolen Words - Fran Wilde - June 1 (middle grade fantasy)

One Last Stop - Casey McQuiston - June 1 (romance)

The Hidden Palace - Helene Wecker - June 8 (historical fantasy)

The Witness for the Dead - Katherine Addison - June 22 (fantasy)

The All-Consuming World - Cassandra Khaw - June 22 (space opera)

Dead Dead Girls - Nekesa Afia - June 1 (historical mystery)

The Library of the Dead - T. L. Huchu - June 1 (contemporary fantasy)

Jay’s Gay Agenda - Jason June - June 1 (YA contemporary)

This Poison Heart - Kalynn Bayron - July 6 (YA fantasy)

Lake Crescent - J. J. Dupuis - July 6 (mystery)

A Radical Act of Free Magic - H.G. Parry - July 20 (historical fantasy)

The Middle Ages: a Graphic History - Eleanor Janega - July 23 (graphic non-fiction)

Small Favors - Erin A. Craig - July 27 (YA fantasy)

Summer Fun - Jeanne Thornton - July 27 (contemporary)

The Rocky Road to Ruin - Meri Allen - July 27 (cozy mystery)

All’s Well - Mona Awad - August 3 (contemporary)

Clark and Division - Naomi Hirahara - August 3 (historical mystery)

Sisters in Arms - Kaia Alderson - August 3 (historical fiction)

The Bookseller’s Secret - Michelle Gable - August 17 (historical)

A Snake Falls to Earth - Darcie Little Badger - August 17 (YA contemporary fantasy)

Hot and Sour Suspects - Vivien Chien - August 24 (cozy mystery) moved to 2022

My Heart is a Chainsaw - Stephen Graham Jones - August 31 (horror)

No Gods, No Monsters - Cadwell Turnbull - September 7 (contemporary fantasy)

When Sorrows Come - Seanan McGuire - September 14 (contemporary fantasy)

Cloud Cuckoo Land - Anthony Doerr - September 28 (literary fiction)

Along the Saltwise Sea - Seanan McGuire - October 12 (portal fantasy)

The Haunting Season - October 21 (ghost stories)

A Marvellous Light - Freya Marske - November 2 (historical fantasy)

The Nobleman’s Guide to Scandal and Shipwrecks - Mackenzi Lee - November 16 (YA historical)

Rivers of London, Vol. 9 - Ben Aaronovitch - November 16 (graphic novel, urban fantasy)

Tread of Angels - Rebecca Roanhorse - possibly? (historical fiction)

[snackpointcharlie]

Come my friends and listen very closely and you’ll hear the wind that sculpts the dunes seem to whisper a forbidden name, the one known only as Snackpoint Charlie. Who — or what — is this intriguing character? Many claim to know, none posess the answer. Embrace the mystery tonight from 10 pm to midnight on WGXC, 90.7 FM and podcasted immediately afterwards to the Ort Cloud and beyond

[photo: Chester Higgins] chesterhiggins.com

Snackpoint Charlie - Transmission 081 - 2021.11.17 PLAYLIST https://wavefarm.org/wf/archive/pk72t7

1) Hany Mehanna - “Rehala” from MUSIC FOR AIRPLANES - A COLLECTION OF INSTRUMENTAL SHOWPIECES AND SCORES FOR EGYPTIAN FILMS AND TV-SERIES (1973-1980) https://hanymehanna.bandcamp.com/album/music-for-airplanes-a-collection-of-instrumental-showpieces-and-scores-for-egyptian-films-and-tv-series-1973-1980

2) Alex Figueira - “Maracas” from MARACAS / GRASPING & WISHING https://musicwithsoul.bandcamp.com/album/maracas-grasping-wishing

3) Les Loups Noirs - “747 Biguine” from CÉ RÈL... https://www.discogs.com/release/2827058-Les-Loups-Noirs-C%C3%A9-R%C3%A8l

(underbed throughout) Pinetop Gherkins - “Progress2what” from PILES OF COPROLITHS

4) Majid Soula - “Win Terram” from HABIBI FUNK 017: CHANT AMAZIGH https://habibifunkrecords.bandcamp.com/album/habibi-funk-017-chant-amazigh

5) Hassan Wargui - “Ounamir” from AKAL https://hassanwargui.bandcamp.com/album/akal

6) Sublime Frequencies - “Honest Brokers” from I REMEMBER SYRIA https://sublime-frequencies.bandcamp.com/album/i-remember-syria

7) Hama Sankare - “Tiega Mali” from NIAFUNKE https://www.clermontmusic.com/niafunke

8) Abd al-Rahman al-Khamissi - عبد الرحمن الخميسي - “African Dance (twist)” from MUSIC FROM THE SOUNDTRACK "RESPECTABLE FAMILIES" https://abdal-rahmanal-khamissi-music.bandcamp.com/album/music-from-the-soundtrack-respectable-families

9) Feast of Smoke - “Moan” from FEAST OF SMOKE https://perpetualdoom.bandcamp.com/album/feast-of-smoke

10) Sinn Sisamouth - “The Letter Sent to You” from WOUNDS OF LOVE: KHMER OLDIES, VOL. 2 https://deathisnot.bandcamp.com/album/wounds-of-love-khmer-oldies-vol-2

11) (unknown) - “Hai Clum Dong” from STREET MUSICIANS OF YOGYAKARTA https://mississippirecords.bandcamp.com/album/street-musicians-of-yogyakarta

12) Baligh Hamdi (بليغ حمدي) - “Zouba ( زوبة)” from LE MONDE MUSICAL DE BALIGH HAMDI https://www.discogs.com/release/8075213-%D8%A8%D9%84%D9%8A%D8%BA-%D8%AD%D9%85%D8%AF%D9%8A-Baligh-Hamdi-Le-Monde-Musical-de-Baligh-Hamdi

13) Count Zebra and The Seasides - “Bedbug” https://www.discogs.com/release/3667003-Count-Zebra-And-The-Seasiders-Bedbug

14) Olima Anditi - “Tanzanian Song” from WHERE ELSE WOULD I BE? https://mississippirecords.bandcamp.com/album/where-else-would-i-be https://vimeo.com/625008364

15) Sublime Frequencies - “Exploding Briefcases of Cairo” from RADIO PALESTINE: SOUNDS OF THE EASTERN MEDITERRANEAN https://sublime-frequencies.bandcamp.com/album/radio-palestine-sounds-of-the-eastern-mediterranean

16) Owiny Sigoma Band - “Mutuba Tropics Mix feat. Lord Tusk” from THE LOST TAPES https://owinysigomaband.bandcamp.com/album/the-lost-tapes

17) Boukader Coulibaly - “Taka Kadi (That Adventurer's Song)” from EVERY SONG HAS ITS END: SONIC DISPATCHES FROM TRADITIONAL MALI


https://glitterbeat.bandcamp.com/album/every-song-has-its-end-sonic-dispatches-from-traditional-mali

18) Jesse Paul Miller - “Guitar and Tube Drum Pengamin, Solo” from JALAN JALAN - STREET ATMOSPHERES AND MUSIC IN THE HEART OF JAVA https://jessepaulmiller.bandcamp.com/album/jalan-jalan-street-atmospheres-and-music-in-the-heart-of-java

19) Jon Hassell - “Nice 5 (Live 1998 Nice, France w/Bluescreen II [Hassell, Arreguin, Freeman, Muhoberac] MANCA Festival) from ACTUAL MUSICS (LIVE 1981-2006) https://saveyourface.posthaven.com/jon-hassell-actual-musics-live-1981-1998 interpolating Mohammed M’Rabet - “Maimouna (read by Paul Bowles)” from THE STORYTELLER AND THE FISHERMAN https://www.discogs.com/release/783076-Mohammed-MRabet-The-Storyteller-And-The-Fisherman and Gerald Heard - “” from REFLECTIONS https://www.discogs.com/release/8943832-Gerald-Heard-Reflections

20) Parvit Yahagi - “Iran Four Strokes” https://music-republic-world-traditional.blogspot.com/2021/11/iran-four-strokes-parviz-yahagi-ali.html

21) خالد الشيخ | Khalid Al-Shaikh - “يا محمدي (Oh Muhammad)” https://soundcloud.com/khalidalshaikh/gzydltn1whss

[someoneoutofthisworld]

Yoonmin fic rec 25

浮世 U K I Y O by Sharleena

A story of tender tides and unmoving hummingbirds.

浮世

strobelight gospel by astringxnt

in retrospect, that was probably how it all began. after all, isn’t that how it begins for everyone?

(or, with every new thing that Jimin allows Yoongi to learn about him, Yoongi stumbles. Yoongi falls.)

like pomegranate seeds by Sharleena

“I wish I could bind myself to you with six pomegranate seeds, and never have to lose what I feel for you.”

You shine (in this pitch darkness) by OnlyWinterHere

"Yoongi is a study in repressed emotions, knows how to keep an imaginary umbrella with him at all times to fight off the dark clouds lurking above his head with the threat of rain. He's always prepared for the roll of thunder. The problem with that, he's found, is that no matter how sheltered you think you are from the storm, there's always some part of you that still gets wet."

Or the one where Yoongi has his own thunderstorms and Jimin seems unreachable.

I'm So Into You, I Can Barely Breathe by Bangtanbananas

Jimin is a cop sent to a Halloween party, Yoongi is host of said Halloween party. They used to date.

What could possibly go wrong?

trick or treat (whoops) by forjimin (orphan_account)

It's the one where Min Yoongi bumps into his ex, Park Jimin and his baby niece, Hani during trick or treating

A.K.A, Hani is an eight year old girl who's more aware of Jimin and Yoongi's lingering feelings for each other, than they are themselves - up for an accidental trick or treating date, anyone?

FIC REC 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27

[brassikarts]

Road to Moonglade - Interlude

This is sort of... out of time, as it were, and immediately follows the events of Part 9, when Val is healed with the Light.  The remainder of this story is written with two people and is almost, almost done.

It started, as it had the time before, with darkness.

To be fair, Val had been unconscious to start with but even while ‘out’ she could still hear the faraway voices of Edmund and Hugo arguing, and feel the turning-inside-out sensation of teleporting.  It was all distant, though, like trying to make out the details of a landscape that was far away and viewed through heavy fog.  Even Hani’s removal of the arrow merely stung while unconscious.  The application of the Light, though… that was another thing entirely.  

It was a hot-poker burn. 

No… it was more like what Val imagined being shot with a flaming arrow would be like.  Wait - no- it felt like -

It felt like someone had yanked out Val’s soul, and then thrown it into a roaring, all-consuming wildfire. 

She heard a scream of agony issue from her mouth before whatever light was in her semi-conscious state leave.  Her eyes flew open, and she saw the world grow ruddy and fade red, then into black and white, and out altogether.  Sounds lowered in pitch, growing deeper and deeper, slower until they were no longer heard but only felt, and then altogether absent.

When her feet landed on a spongy, black road in the middle of pitch darkness, Val knew she was back, in the Space between Spaces.  The place seemed to have grown since she last stepped foot here.  Light from dozens of portals cut the yawning darkness all around her, casting bright illumination on her and the otherwise empty plane, which stretched out into eternity.  Motes of shimmering dust - arcana? she absently thought - floated lazily around her, flashing like jewels in the blackness as the portals shone upon them.  This wasn’t the time to investigate.  This was an accident, she couldn’t get stuck here, not now...

Well, a rather gratingly cheerful voice in the back of her mind said.  At least you can’t feel the Light anymore.

With a soft grunt Valerie approached the closest of the portals, noting idly that in this place, pain didn’t register.  She felt fine here, and so she reached up to the closest of the shimmering portals to get her bearings.  She knew now that these were brief glimpses into other possible pasts and presents, though she hadn’t worked out much more than that in the months since.  This one - showing an image of blackened wood and ash - gave her pause, however.  She didn’t dare spin it around to see what else stood in the smoking ruin, or whether it was Teldrassil or another part of the ruined forests of Ashenvale.

The portal nearest it showed another scene of fiery devastation, but… somehow... less of it?  There was life there, in that spot.  She couldn’t place the location by sight alone - the deep violet trunks of the remaining trees let her know it was somewhere on the coast on Kalimdor, but what was more interesting was in that scene, a creature was rooting around the ash, pawing for something in the soft piles of grey, white, and black. 

Val cocked her head to the side to watch the thing’s progress.  It had fur, but not all over - large patches were absent, and showed bright pink flesh, newly healed spots that still bore shiny, oddly-shaped, almost burn-like scars.  Those spots were like healed, melted candlewax.  The creature’s coat was luminous, a glowing white like moonlight and cut with black stripes, and Val watched with wonder as one of the creature’s massive pink paws swiped at the pile of ash and unearthed... a dead goblin, whose throat had been slashed. 

She knew that creature - it was a Dawnsaber.  Naralash had the same, pale coloring as his father.  Dawnsabers were rare, even amongst the elves, and this large, old specimen was thoroughly beaten up, and his eyes were filmy and clouded over.  Something about the way he moved, though, the pensive way he batted at other piles of ash, then lifted his head up in recognition as a voice called from the distance -

A pang of recognition hit Val, then, followed by a rush of emotion.  She knew this cat.  But if the Elf’s Dawnsaber was out, then did that mean -?

Was he alive?

Why hadn’t her scrying worked?!

Val was pulled out of the vision as suddenly as she’d been shunted into it.  As the Space between Spaces faded out of view, she could see the shimmering motes of light converging around that portal en masse before the iron-tang of blood filled her nose again, followed by the rush of light and noise of Haniya’s house.

[wardati]

                      Void: A Brighter Future For Us All. 

Myani vowed to protect his sister like any brother would but soon the vow fades out of memory, but for now he'll hold her as she falls asleep in his arms.

She becomes a tidal wave at six when she masters three languages and goes on to a fourth. He knew this would happen, his little sister becoming more than a prodigy. He looks at his father enticed by his own creation as she speaks eloquently in tongue and spirit, the dreams of her conquering the world were now in reach. He looks over at his sister, hair slicked back like ravines eyes wide and attentive. Maybe if he looked hard enough he could see it too- his redemption- the person she would be in between her kind laughter.

She would grow up following a line drawn for her since birth, perfect, brilliant, practically cosmic. Myani knows this universe his father has created would eventually crumble. He takes his pills crushing each one after the other with his teeth, barely seething from the bitter taste as he downs it with water. This morning it's worse, he's thrown up for most of it, bones aching, skin breaking out in thick sheets of sweat and the skin, the skin would later on peel off in thin grainy layers. Hani sits next to him crushing weed, it will help but in the long run it will do nothing. Myani thinks of his sister instead it eases the crushing thump of his heart but he's still sweating, the thought of when he'll leave this world and how she would be next. Fighting her own body ,sitting on a couch with her best friend and secretly regretting saving the world.

Hani, his best friend is still talking about his fiance, she's pregnant now. Myani tries to smile he's known this for a couple months even if Hani talks around it like friends do when they know you're dying so you won't feel bad that you'll probably never have children of your own. Friends like Hani are rare.Infuriating but rare and Myani has been in love with him for the past five years and has done little to nothing about it.

Hani will be a great father better than his own that's true, yet he wonders if his best friend will finally stop talking about the life he wants to have and just live it. But, he never says anything about it, he never does.

His long fingers take the joint, it sits between his plump lips and he inhales longer than he should so the clouds he blows into the air are thick and eggshell.

Myani wonders again, if this is it. If dying on the couch will be the greatest achievement he'll ever accomplish and even so, his father - the man who built him into becoming one of the most innovative people in the world, the martyr and sacrificial head of a biological enterprise that would start a new age for the years to come,yada yada fucking yada. The man who claims to be omnipotent- his father isn't here to witness.

So he's decided; Myani will make him. He'll turn the upcoming burden that will be throttled to his baby sister and take it with him in death. He'll destroy it all, he'll be a martyr one last time to save what's important to him. If he must he'll encase it Chinese finger trap and all, like a tongue stuck on ice or a kiss that leaves a stain.  It will hurt but none of that will matter if he was saving Noa in the end.

"Hani." He says in thought. "Hmm?" "You should show me your dad's collection again." "You know I hate that stuff, it's barbaric." It's amusing how Hani is intimidating in looks but a pacifist at heart. Truthfully it was annoying. "I remember you saying he only keeps it so collectors and curators don't colonize any more of your peoples artifacts." Myani takes another heavy sigh, "just for a couple of minutes, I need air."

Hani rolls his eyes and plucks the joint from Myani's fingers who gives a tired smile. "He has other things in there too.You do remember he was a military rat right?" Myani licks his lips, "I know."

BREAKING NEWS: 14 Dead at Ally Genesis Corporation including John "Myani" Paul, son of CEO and chairman Jahseem Paul.

BREAKING NEWS: 1 Million people may be at high risk because of Allie Genesis Corporation deficiencies and leaks since mass shooting.

BREAKING NEWS: Could John Myani Paul be a lead to the suspect of the AGC Shooting?

BREAKING NEWS: 4,020 people fired at Allie Genesis and 9 institutions are ordered to shut down by government officials with JIC and MGU approval.

BREAKING NEWS: AGC President of Defense Salah Bahatt under fire for potential information on the mass shooting at AGC Institution and bio-plague outbreak that killed 4 in Oregon back in 2010

BREAKING NEWS: Ally Genesis, science saviors? Find out how after the tragedy how the corporation is taking bio-mechanics, neurology and many more into uncharted territory.

BREAKING NEWS: Ally Genesis declares cellular regeneration is now possible. Could we bring people back from the dead?

There's something that pushes Noa out of the water, as if someone had yanked her out of the tub. It feels like a thread pinned under the skin of her chest, so when she's heaving for air as if her throat was wrung out with closed tight fists. It hurts to breathe even if she's supposed to be grateful for it, how conveienet. She at twenty decided to take her own life and failed so time and time again she'd cry into her arms puckered in scars. She could hear Myani's laugh someplace far away in her emptiness and every time she tried to follow his voice she'd be here back into this world that she could never escape.

Later in the day when she pushed herself into comfort and laid in Myani's bed a thought she would read his letters again, go through his photography, miss him with abandon. Yet the thread in her chest caught taught on to something else. She woke up from his bed and walked down to his living room for no real reason and without thought sat on his couch and as her hand pressed into the cushions something brushed against her fingers. She pulled at it and noticed it was an envelope. It was different then the letter he left for her, this did not have her name on it but it was directed to her... it had t be.  Her eyes widened as she read the words, the prickle in her eyes gained a heaviness that almost blurred her vision as she read the letter. She held her breath realizing even in death her brother still had a hold on her.

He still had secrets.

They framed someone else for what I did, didn't they? I would think so. If everything has gone exactly how I had envisioned. Noa, I'm sure they've started their trials on you. It may not look like they have, but father has his ways. I can't display my remorse in colorful words that elude to being remorseful or sorry, for once, I am not. I killed those people and planned on shortening my already short life not on a whim but it was something I had to do. I don't know how far back I've pushed their quota but it should be enough.

Leaking AGC's information will barely leave a scratch but it's a start to a very long journey. Whatever you choose to do in this life it will not outweigh your true purpose. Furthermore, in the next couple of years I know you'll find information about what I could do, and as I left you that day, the darkness in me will now rest in you. It will protect you now when I no longer can.

Noa,in a normal world all I would want for you is to be free, to smile to live and love as you please. But it isn't like that and I will need you to remember this life you live is yours but the part that you play is easily malleable. Father and his people will learn about you. You have always been his prized possession you have always been his favorite even if you don't think you are but all of this will be foreign to him if it means broadening the horizons of humanity and evolution. He is a man that will do what needs to be done. You should also take the same initiative. It was too late for me but I know you're strong enough. I know you're capable of much more than I. I wasn't capable of protecting you no matter how much you tried to follow me. I had to push you away at times because you needn't any more influence or my bad choices to pick up. I could of been a better brother to you, and I'm sorry.

So, when you wake up promise that you'll stop looking for me?

-Myani.

Noa opened her eyes realizing quickly what had just happened. It could be her mind drowned in grief and playing tricks on her but she swore she was sitting on the couch and not back in Myani's bed. She pushed the sheets aside and darted down the hall, when she reached the couch she sank her fingers between the cushions moving them from its frame, tossing them aside to find nothing. It was empty, it was all empty.

She stood alone in her silence for a long time. Noa reached for something, a remote that sat neatly on the end table. With a press of a button the television  blinked alive.

BREAKING NEWS: New footage shows son of Ally Genesis chairman, John Myani Paul trying to calm the true shooter of the one AGC Shooting in 2012. The shooter is 38 year old Kowen Williams who killed 14 and wounded 2. AGC claim no prior knowledge or how this new footage has come about. Williams had been tracked to his home in Washington state but found dead from self inflicting wounds.

AGC's Chairman Jahseem Paul issued this statement: 

"This could be justice, but it is also saddening and it is also salt on a wound that reminds the people who have been affected on that day. I'm glad officials have done their part in finding this murderer but it will not bring the lives lost back. It cannot bring my son back. Yet I will walk into each day hoping with vigor in my heart to carry on for my son and for my family and for Ally Genesis. My job is to push forward,endure and to broaden the horizon of humanity and evolution. For my son, and for the 14 lives lost that day I will continue to do so. I thank you all for the support and I thank the incredible people who made Ally Genesis with me and continue to better and brighten the future for all us ahead."

The news played on and Noa stood alone knowing all too well what her fathers words really meant. It had dawned on her just how orchestrated this all was, from Myani's trajectory till his suicide to the purpose of Ally Genesis, to her own. Every piece was set into place and finally it was time to make her move.

[irris30]

Hello! I see that you must have a lot of experience in warching dramas. Which one are your favorites?

I am a lover of comedy, supernatural and martial arts dramas. Currently watching Oh! My Emperor, Cinderella Chef, and Let’s Shake it, all three are Chinese syfi, time travel and Aliens 👽. Go Princess Go and Naughty Princess are time travel comedies as well. Sometimes I like hokey 🤓and sometimes serious 🧐, but tragedies not so much, Princess Wei Yang and Nirvana In Fire 🔥 being exceptions. Gu Family Book with Lee Seung Gi is a favorite supernatural that needs a sequel. LSG also did a supernatural comedy My Girlfriend is a Gumiho (need to rewatch so I can blog) with Shin Min Ah. Not sure if you saw Shopping King Louie, but it was was hilarious 🤣. Kpop Extreme is fun for me (also like gender bender) along with You’re Beautiful/Fabulous Boys (I find Jiro Wang’s dramas fun) Moonlight Drawn in Clouds ☁️ and sungkyunkwan scandal for historical gender bender. Switch Girl, Hani Kimi, Yasuko and Kenji, 5 ji Kara 9 ji made and Gokusen are my favorite Japanese comedies. Hell Girl, Tenchi, and Brothers in Blood are good Japanese Dramas as well, just much darker. I could go on forever. My ultimate favorite is Ten Miles of Peach 🍑 Blossoms. I found out that the sequel got green lighted with same actors playing the leads of Bai FengJui and Dijun. Do you have a favorite type?

[ikonislife]

Soulmate 2

- OT7 x Reader

- It’s not all honey and sunshine in the world where soulmates are something of God given will. Will the boys be strong enough to get through the day with their better half or will the relationship will tarnish with the tick of the clock.

-Fluff, slight angst, soulmate au, soulmate!iKon

-Chapter 1: Chanwoo - The Boy with the Baseball Glove

-Chapter 2: Hanbin - The Boy in the Red Flannel

-Chapter 3: Yunhyeong - The Boy in the Chef Apron

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man (or woman) in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a mate. Just in this universe, this time and space, that truth is a bit more complicated than most. It seems as though everyone around you were raised on the rigid schedule of school, career, marriage. People stumbling and bumbling around like fools waiting for that special someone to drop on their laps and be merry as if their sole purpose in life is to find a mate. Sure lots of time it works out for the better but more often than not, it entails a string of heartbreak and tears that perhaps is nobody’s fault but the outdated belief that your soulmate gets assigned to you for a reason so just accept it and let it be. The ridiculous belief that the meaning of life is to get a fortune, or as close to one as you could in the modern days meaning a good career, then getting hitched off to some stranger for the rest of your life and be merry for all eternity.

That’s right. This is one of those world that soulmate comes to you neatly wrap in a bow by some sort of higher divine, cosmic bullshit. You had always wonder had it been any other way, in some other universe where soulmate is what you decided or the idea of soulmate is altogether preposterous, would it be any better. The idea of stumbling through life searching for the connection to the person you’re suppose to spend your life with is curious yet intriguing. How many times, trials and errors would you have to go through before ending up with that person. Whatever it is, seems better than having someone popping up out of nowhere like a flower in spring and just “Tah dah, I’m your soulmate, love me.” Where’s the romance, where’s the passion. Sure this was efficient when the human race was on the brink of extinction but now with it thriving like a horde of unstoppable cockroach taking over Earth and moving onto outer space, why was looking for your own love so radical.

You had heard the story thousand, no, millions of times of course. When you meet the one that was meant for you, your heart will just know. How could it be any more cryptic than that. Come on, couldn’t the ancestors had asked the Gods for something more obvious like a sign,their names appearing on your skin as a tattoo, the sound of their voice, the world bursting out with colors, anything. Nope! All you got to go on is heart palpitation or something like that. You scoffed at the girls huddling together excitingly sharing the tale on the playground at age 6, cafeteria at age 11, again at the gym locker at age 16. Some girls are so hellbent on “saving themselves heart and soul” for their soulmate that they would turn down completely good men and happiness times again. You sigh as the fleeting giggle as a group of girls murmur amongst each other, something about the girl named Hani finally felt that heart clenching moment.

Maybe you’ll never feel it, maybe it’ll be tomorrow but who knows… Whatever it may be, you’re in no rush to find out.

The Boy in the Red Flannel.

Admittedly, you’ve never bought into the whole soulmate idea nor were you ever a romantic… but sitting here in this boring beige room on your own, braving the pity eyes and that strange scent of hospital, this has got to be the lowest of low.

The road that lead to this point unraveled faster than anyone could’ve expected. You sure didn’t even know how it got to this point in a mere four months since the first time you felt that soul crushing, heart clenching moment. You sure didn’t at all.

It was just another busy night at your uncle’s small bbq joint. His wife out of commission courtesy of a brand spanking new baby and the 4 hours of sleep combined between the both of them, also thanks the the brand spanking new baby. Sleepless yet on cloud 9, they both had somehow guilted you into helping out on your spare time, just until they could figure out a better solution. A slight curve tugs at the corner of your lips at the distant memory of the night you met him… Kim Hanbin.

There used to be something so sweet, so deeply satisfied about the way his name rolled off your tongue. Just the fact that you knew you could utter his name and he’d turn around, be at attention to whatever it is you had to say. Used to. Lately, the utterance of his name just brings on tears and irresolute within your heart. The discomfort in your chest brings you back to the sound of the clerk at the front desk calling for your name.

“Miss Y/n?”

On your feet immediately, you near trip on the way to him, hands clutching a yellow manila folder that quite possibly will change your entire life.

“Before I enter your application, I am require by law to ask, Are you one hundred percent certain you want to go through with this.” He speaks up, a bit more wary this time unlike the bright smile he had given when your name was being called.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“Is there anyone you’d like for me to call?” The vagueness in his question just goes out the window the second you caught onto the glance he passes at the place where Hanbin’s name would be.

“No one.”

“Alright, miss Y/n. I will now processed your request of dissolving your soulmate title application. If you can go ahead and go through door number one please. The doctor will be with you shortly.”

He smiles politely but you could see underneath that facade, a hint of sadness of a man watching a few too many times the breaking of soulmate. How or why someone would want this fucked up job, you honestly can’t understand. With one last glance and a small thankful smile for not prying at your sadness, you shut the door to room number one.

Now you know why the whole damn place smells of disinfectant. The room white, blindingly white from top to bottom, a black leathered medical bed sits neatly in the middle of it all, typical of a doctor office. A few monitors dark and silent, cabinets with locks and identical bottles inside lined the wall. The sanitary paper crinkle with the weight of your body sinking down onto the black leathered bed. Laying back, your eyes flutter shut from the impossible brightness of the room, seriously, how could a room be brighter than the sun outside.

Perhaps out of the sheer exhaustion of spending the last three nights staying up crying while pushing yourself to go through with this god forbid procedure that has your tired mind running back to that night.

You had heard a commotion, something about someone famous but at the time, the Queen of England herself could be sitting in front of you and your brain wouldn’t connect the dot even if she was wearing the crown and totting her corgi herd. No preparation would be enough to get you ready for food service job. Prop to all the food service worker, or any service worker out there really, ya’ll amazing. One second you were running dishes to table 3 then all of the sudden you were taking order at table 8. You felt like a rag doll being thrown in the tornado of hungry mouths, too impatient to be polite enough to be in public let alone a dining establishment. Your hands holding onto a tray full of those blue plastic cup filled to the rim with water, struggling a bit because who knew this job required you to have the physique of the Rock. You were struggling of course, all the way up until the tightening of your heartstring had you stop dead in your track.

There it was.

The rate your heart were accelerating had you mistaken it for a race car engine then Boom. One strong hammer left you paralyzed as noise blurred into distorted mumble. Your chest felt like it was ripping itself open to release all the pressure built up from what you had no idea. For a moment, you thought this was it, this is where your short life will end, heart attack at a tender age with no legacy to leave behind, no asset to your name. Then Boom. A second hammer had the tray of water tumbling out of your grip and you clutched your chest, eyes searching the crowd for something you didn’t know yet.

There he stood.

Kim Hanbin. So handsome even with just grey sweat, black worn out Converse, a red flannel that compliment him like a dream,  a bit of blond hair peeking out from underneath a black beanie to play. He stared at you, right through you and into your soul. His hand too, was clutching his chest... you wondered, was he nervous too? Did his palm grimy with sweat like yours were? At that moment you could feel the second heartbeat steading fast in your ribcage and everyone else disappeared. All you could see was those doe eyes, pale skin lit under the moonlight, glowing from the dirty yellowed light bulbs from countless night spent mingling with the scent of meat and smoke. Even with the open atmosphere of the outdoor bbq restaurant, your lungs felt like there was no oxygen left in the room as he parted the crowd toward you.

“Hi.” was all he said as he stared you down, eyes almost scrutinizing against every part of your body and soul.

“Hello.” You had replied.

The door creaking open reeling you back to the drab reality of the white room. A lady, can’t be much older than your sister saunters in with her Louboutin heels and a pristine white lab coat. She introduces herself as Janice, the state doctor before taking a seat next to where you’re laying. She rambles on about what you had no fucking clue as your mind tries its best to recall every sweet, albeit rare moments you had with Hanbin. Judging from the twenty signatures you signed before this and the ominous warning of every worker you dealt with so far, something tells you Hanbin won’t mean much after Janice is done.

“You’re certain you want to go through with this? No harm in backing out now, Y/n. I’d understand if you need to reschedule... Maybe speak to someone first about your decision?” She speaks with care dripping from her voice and for a split second you doubted yourself. The memories of those warm, loving brown eyes and the adorably shy smile drown your senses, forcing a smile on your lips. They were so excruciatingly loving that you wish with all your might it was you at the receiving end of them. You wish so hard that the first time those eyes laid upon you there was love but they were just blank, void of any emotion beside shock. Shock that you found out all too soon why... Sohee. He was so head over heels for the model with those elegant long legs, figure of a goddess, skin whiter than feather of swans, and giggle like sunshine. So much so that even the thought of meeting his soulmate was fearsome, then to actually finally meet you... Well, make sense why you’re sitting here in this room with some woman named Janice that was about to shove a giant needle into your heart from what you’ve read on the pamphlet in the waiting room.

“I wish everyone would stop asking me that…” You timidly speak up, chuckling slightly to lighten the mood, afraid of hurting the good doctor feeling but judging from the regret twisting up her soft features, it didn’t work.

“We just want to make absolute certain you’re okay with everything because once you started, even just one dose, everything could be altered.” You nod again and a silver box is now being pull out from one of those cabinet with lock. Janice opens it up, revealing 5 small glass vial and a syringe you now wish you didn’t have to befriend with. Explanation of details ensue but Hanbin fading smile is now permeating all your senses.

It was the awkward smile he had given you the 3rd time you had met up. He hadn’t intended for it to gone down this way, his soulmate in the same room as his crush. You knew that first night that something was wrong when his heartbeat failed to match up to yours but you chose to ignore it. From the grand story your best friend had told then retold then reiterate for safety the night she met Chanwoo, you knew that was a sign and it was nothing good. Big mistake on your part as you watch him followed her around like a lost puppy. Great shiny curls bounced as she waltzed around the party in that skin tight red dress. Her makeup glimmered in all the right spot under the soft light of the grand chandelier. They talked, they danced, they laughed while you sat, then grew green with envy, before walking home alone.

Hanbin was always nice. But that was it, he was just nice... a little bit guilty, feel sorry for you even. Unlike Chanwoo and your best friend, they were head over heels in love with each other, so much so that he cried for a whole hour straight the first time he had to tour and she was too busy to come with.They went on dates and he made the best effort to get to know her and cater to her needs. He camped out at her house, spent time with her family, and honestly, they might as well be married. Hanbin, he’s just nice. Who could blame him though, between a hot model crush and you, the girl who met him in tattered boyfriend jeans, an oversized t-shirt, hair in a giant messy bun that couldn’t save itself from embarrassment. You would honestly chose the other girl if given the choice. You felt, still feel guilty for tearing him apart. The idea of dissolving the relationship officially had been toying on your mind for awhile now but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it… After all, that was the only red string tying you to him, even if it’s unwanted, the only connection you got to still see his face once or twice a week.

Your resolve was true and clear until you overheard him talking to Jinhwan. You believe his precise words were “I couldn’t have met Y/n at a wronger time, truthfully. I mean, it’s so messed up, this whole thing.” You weren’t dumb. You knew something was wrong that night you met, as his eyes weren’t glossed over with hope and dream like yours did but again, stupidly, you couldn’t bring yourself to accept, too stubborn too prideful to admit that you’re just holding onto a hopeless reality.

Well, jokes on you now as your brain made a big long way back to Janice as she finished filling the syringe with the drug and was now rubbing a pad of alcohol over the skin above your heart.

“Are we ready? If you want to stop, say it now. This can leave permanent damage. Even just one dose, it could leave irreversible damage.” You nod again and a rush of pain worse than anything in this world rained down upon your already aching heart and you black out.

Somewhere in the same city, Hanbin collapses mid practice from a pain so great he could only has time to utter your name before he too being carry away to the bench at the corner of the practice room by Chanwoo and Junhoe. The pain feels so much like the first moment he had seen you, so similar yet why is there an ominous, almost morbid souring rising inside his chest. Hand over his chest, cold sweat breaking all over his body, Hanbin stares blankly at the rest of the concern plague boys with the utmost confusion on his face. The doctor had cleared him with a perfect health at last month check up so what the hell is this throbbing in his chest that feel awfully close to a heart attack.

Then it hits him… “Y/n!” Cold sweat breaking, he screams before tearing out of the room faster than rocket straight to your house. He didn’t know how many times he had pressed the redial button on the short 20 minutes drive to your house. He just remember pestering his manager to step on it despite the poor man pushing the speed limit to the max without risking any life. Hanbin spends the rest of the short walk to your front step praying to God you’d open up the door and complains about being too busy with work as always. If the 3 calls and 6 texts he had sent you this morning wasn’t alarming enough, this jolt to the heart is church bell apocalypse alarm going off. He had thought you were just busy even if it is a bit weird you had ignored him for that long. If there was anything hanbin could count on, it’d be that you’ll always answer his texts and calls no matter the hour. Before he could tap on the doorbell, the red wooden door to tour humble abode had already swung open but to his disappointment it was your mother behind it.

“Hanbin! What are you doing here?” Your mom has more glee in her eyes at the sight of her could be son in law visiting than she had when you came home from a month long trip.

“Uhm, hello Mrs. Y/l/n. Is y/n home?" He feels the wind being knocks out of his chest from running, and from not knowing.

"She didn't tell you? Oh my goodness this girl will give me a heart attack someday. I told her so many times to tell you before she leaves." Hanbin will get a heart attack right now of your mom didn't tell him where you were soon. If he didn't find you in the next second, it'll be a second too late.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Y/l/n. I'm kind of in a hurry and she's not picking up her phone." He smiles guilty for interrupting your mom but right now is not time for chit chat.  

"I'm sorry. Old lady trait, we just talk till oh gosh, we don’t stop talking now do we. I don't know where she is but her best friend should know. They said they were going away together for awhile seeing how it’s summer and all. You should ask your brother, what was his name chankyung, chansung?” She muses, you would’ve call her petty if you had heard because she knows his name but refuses to remember it on the account that somehow your best friend had gotten herself a soulmate before you.

“Chanwoo. Thank you so much. I’m sorry I have to rush out. I promise I’ll stay next time for dinner.” Hanbin runs off all the while bowing to your waving mom mom. His steps heavy with each passing second... Your mom had always been so lovely, reminding Hanbin so much of his own. He could see she loves you very much and you do her despite the constant bickering like cat and dog not even a second into a conversation. More than once he had found himself smiling like a fool watching the small quarrel you’d have with your mom as the the red door closing, before you squeezed in one last wave goodbye and a smile as a thank you for dropping you home. Yet never once did he let himself accept the dinner invitation to a home cooked meal despite the way your eyes sparked with hope and happiness every time your mom asked. Slowly, you stopped bother to wait for his answer and just head straight inside. Now, now he might never get that chance anymore if he surmises correctly.

“Jung Chanwoo, put your girlfriend on the phone.” He yelled, no sense nor patient left to be nice even though he knows the maknae had done nothing wrong except for being in love with the one person you confide your deepest secret in. Judging from the noise, the poor boy scrambles to give his love the phone without questioning.

“What do you want, Hanbin?” Your best friend sasses back, never was one to be gentle when it comes to Hanbin. She heard you cried too many times over not being the soulmate he asked for.

“Y/n, where is she?”

“Oh, not even a hello? wow, I’m hurt. I-”

“GODDAMN IT, WOMAN. WHERE’S MY SOULMATE?” Hanbin had always been a gentle soul. He never had the gut to hurt your feeling so never once did he admit to having a humongous crush the size of mount Everest on someone that wasn’t his soulmate. He kept you around with the small nice gestures and his kind words yet little did he knows, it hurt you way more to have false hope then only to watch him delicately wrapped the sweater warmed with his body heat around her dainty shoulders.

“S-She’s at the airport... her flight is in an hour and a half, go to terminal 3 right now if you wanna catch her.” Your dear best friend feels chill running down her spine from the low grunt of his voice rather than the usual sweet tone.

If he has any mind for mundane thought right now, Hanbin would be in utter shock at the ability of his spent legs to tear through the airport with such speed, all in hope of finding you on time. He’d also thanks heaven that you chose the slowest day and time to fly out of the smallest airport in the city, though at the moment, he couldn’t care less if either fan or pester reporter see him. He can’t be late, not now, he can’t let you down again.

Terminal 3 burst into view, bright from the glass panes lining the wall. His eyes frantically searches for the familiar tousles of hair and the figure he had come to memorize, never mind the worsening pain in his chest and the aching that has beginning to settle in his legs.

“Y/N!”

He screams and you feel yourself frozen in a pocket of time. Sure you had dreamt that he’d run to you, stop you from leaving like those iconic romcom scenes but realistically, how could he when you had left without a word. You chuckle to yourself before continuing your heavy steps toward the gate, in complete disbelief that you could still imagining such thing even with the shot of medicine to the heart. Even when you feel your shoulder being tug back, tumbling backward surely to hit the ground hard, the thought of Hanbin was stopping you were still preposterous. You had prepared to attack whoever it was but then how could it be... How could his voice still sound so realistic next to your ears... How.

“Y/n, stop, please... Please...”

Your body was being hold on tight yet you weren’t scare, why aren’t you scare? Fearful, your eyes avert the stranger’s gaze yet they’re also drinking in the sight of that familiar fabric and that comforting scent.

“H-Hanbin?” There he is, panic fills his eyes as they searches for any sort of emotion on your blank face... “Huh... so this is where this old thing had been.” Your eyes soften after a good minute of just staring at the face that was slowly losing meaning in your mind, listening to his pants as your heart tingles rather than the full blown palpitation you were used to whenever he faces you. Your fingers tracing out the edge of old red checkered flannel he had worn the first time you saw his handsome self. “I’ve been looking for it you know...”

“I, you left it at the dorm last time you were over.” He sighs, forehead resting against yours, hot breath fanning your face from the endless time of running.

“Ah... I thought I lost it.”

“I thought you didn’t want it anymore... Seeing how you’re leaving me and all.”

“How could I not want it... It’s the only thing left I have of you.” Your voice barely there, eyes relearning the lines of his features one last time before they lose all meaning. “So,you come to this neck of the wood often?” You ponder, wondering why is he being so affectionate with the way his left arm wrapping tight around your waist, right hand rubbing gentle circles on your back. Honestly, if anyone see now, they might really mistaken a boy seeing his girlfriend off, unwilling to let go of his love.

“How could you still joke right now... Why, Y/n?” His voice pained and truthfully, your heart feel at peace. No pain, no clenching, nothing. Wow, this drug really is miracle.

“It’s alright, Hanbin. I’m fine...” A dejected grin blooms on your lips as your fingers continue to trace out the seams and buttons of the endearing worn flannel. “I know you don’t like me so-”

“Don’t go and decide who I like and don’t like. Doing something this crazy, and on your own? You really are insane.” Before you could even finish formulating your thought, Hanbin stabs you in the heart once more.

“I- You don’t have to lie, Hanbin. I know you love Sohee... Wait, how did you-”

“Know you went through with the procedure?” He stole the words off your tongue before pulling down the collar of the white tee he had been wearing down just enough for you to catch a glimpse of the sharp red lines etched deep onto his skin where his own fingers had clawed in desperation to alleviate the pain . Blooming dark on his perfectly milky skin a deep bruise mirroring the same one you have over your own heart, although his lacks the scab where the needle of the syringe once was. Your eyes widen in shock, fingers gently caress his silky soft skin with the utmost care, wincing as he flinches slightly from no doubt pain. “Y/n, how could you do something like that without telling me first? Are you crazy? Did it hurt a lot? I can’t imagine how much it hurt for you... Must be ten, hundred times compare to mine.”

“Hanbin, stop it.” Your voice wavering, breathy. How could he destroys all the resolve you had for the past 2 weeks with just a few sentences and one hug. You could feel your legs giving out even if your heart stilled and calmed under the affect of the drug.

“Does it still hurt? Let me see.” His words caring, accompany by the hand that was now pressing tight over the one you have atop your heart. “Can I see? I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m serious, Hanbin. Stop it.” Your words like ghost to his ears as he continues whatever it is he had planned.

“Please? How are you feeling?”

“Stop.”

“What’s wrong? Are you hurting again?”

“STOP. STOP. I SAID STOP. What do you think you’re doing.” Against everything you had ever wanted, you push him off with all your might, ripping the comfort and serenity he’s providing away. “You don’t love me. You’ve never love me. Please... Just let me go. I don’t want to be hurt anymore.” You exasperate and Hanbin feels his heart creaks wide open, bleeding raw yet at the same time he’s angry, angry you’re so blind as to not see it.

“Where is it?” He grumbles suddenly, tone changing faster than you could even comprehend.  “Y/n, where’s the rest of the drug. I know there’re more doses.” Before you could even realize what he was asking for, his hands already digging deep into your duffle bag, pulling out the silver box Janice had so carefully packed for your long trip. He opens it in haste without a  care in the world and before you could act, hanbin’s already dropping it on the floor and with all the pent up anger and sadness, he smashes them to pieces with each stomp of his feet.

“No, no, no, no, Hanbin. No stop.” You lunges at the bleeding vials, wanting, needing to salvage whatever that was left but he holds you back, with all his strength and love, he holds you in his arms.

“How could you be so fucking blind, Y/n? I fucking love you. How could you not see it, for months now, I fucking love you.” Rather than the reaction he had hoped for, his words only enraged you further, adding fuel to your already raging flames. You punch him hard in the chest before diving onto the useless pile of broken glass and stained box. You mutter words of incredulity that this was happening, that all the pity you endured, the hours of pain, the time you spent blacked out on that stupid hospital chair bed after shot, and most of all the effort it took to ignore all his attempts at reaching you. It was all a waste, spilling out like the medicine running free of its confinement, soaking through the box.

“Did you know how hard it was for me to get these? Kim Hanbin you crazy person.” You shot a glare his way but instead of guilt, anger upon fury was what evident on his face. “Calling me blind? what the fuck do you know about blindness... It’s not like you’ve ever see me when she’s around.”

“I don’t- Wow, honestly?” Frustration taut on his forehead as a grunt passes those lips that you thought only could whisper honey drip voice and sunshine. “You want to know about blindness? I’ll tell you. Blindness is when you’re so fucking obsess with staring at Sohee you completely missed out on all the things that’s wonderful about yourself. Blindness is when you could work toward love yet instead you chose to pity yourself while staring at Chanwoo and his girl. Blindness... Blindness is when you’re so hellbent on me not loving you that you’d go do something this fucked up without letting me know first.” His body drops onto the floor, hands reaching to stop your still frantic hands searching for any remnant of the medicine that could be salvage. Hanbin knows the tale all too well, after all, he was always a romantic unlike what you’ve come to believe about him. He’s all for the notion of meeting that someone he’s fated to be with for the rest of his life, to get to know them, learn to love the good and the bad. So it was natural that he decided to learn about, what he considers to be one of the most heartbroken act in the world, to rid yourself of your soulmate. He knows how the medicine would affect the host body, the pain, the aching, or at least to the extent the witness accounts explained in the many books he read. He also knows that each time a heart is subjects to the medicine, it loses a bit of its capability to love and that is the last thing he wants for you. He wants you all to himself, to have all the love your heart can produce and the thought of you going through that archaic torture all on your own shatters his soul. Even if it’s it’s not him that has your heart, Hanbin needs for you to be able to love with all your heart, to be happy. His voice soften as he pulls you to rest on his chest, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. Elated that he got a chance to kiss you even if it’s not to your lips, sadden that this might be the last time he’s able to.  “You know what fucking blindness is? It’s when you’re so busy staring at everyone else that you missed all the glances I stole when you’re around. It’s when you chalked all the small things I do for you, all the love gestures I planned out because I’m so fucking infatuated with you, as me pitying you. It’s when you’re so blind to your own feeling that you dismissed mine because you think it’s somehow impossible for me to love you.” He sighs, this time gently onto your lips where he had just placed his own for a delicate kiss.

“I-I just thought you felt bad because...” You mutter back against his lips, not quite yet returning the kiss but in no way rejecting his touch.

“I fucking love you.  Nobody is pitying you, Y/n. I. Love. You. How many time do you want me to say it?” He pulls away, slightly ashamed that he had forced himself onto you even if it was in the smallest way he knows how. His eyes blown from being so close to you, he could still detect the floral perfume you had put on so many hours ago, and the slight hint of rose scented lip balm that always made your lips look so delectable. There wasn’t a hint of doubt nor that this was all an elaborate joke. His gaze, his voice, even the way he breathes are all so sincere.

“For the rest of your life...?” You whisper back, putting what little left your heart could still feel left for him on the statement, betting it all away for another chance. Hanbin couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Moments ago you were pushing him away, hours before you were turning him down in the most hurtful way you could but now...

“Wha-?!”

‘For... the rest...of our lives?” Your voice loses its confidence as the boy still holding onto your limp body begins to retreat at the bombshell statement.

“This... you can still joke right now? Okay. I love you. I love you.” His embrace constricting, pressing your heart close to his and there it was again. The tiniest clench, like a baby being born into the world, so vulnerable yet so magnificent. Eyes wide, Hanbin pushes you away just enough to study your expression that was mirroring his, complete and utter shock. “I love you.” He said again, once more pressing your chest to his, bursting out in the heartiest of laugh when the kitten like jolt resonates through his heart again. He laughs, then cries, then something that sounds awfully lot like “I did it, I fixed your heart” ushers out of his lips as he pulls you onto your feet, hand clasping tight in yours. Yet when he begins to walk, a dead weight holding him back in place, wiping that smile off his face.

“I’m not leaving with you, Hanbin. I got a flight to catch.” A sudden rush of memories swirls in the air, stopping your happy reunion short.

“What? But, Y/n... I, we, our hearts synced... How could you still deny that I love you.” Appalls by your stubborness, he croaks out for the umpteenth time today, words of disbelief and shock.

“Just because my heart malfunctioned doesn’t mean anything changes.... Or anything you said to Jinhwan that one night” Your hand retreats from his loosening grasp, no doubt your words struck a nerve.

“How much did you hear?”

“Enough... enough to know this is all a lie.”  His mouth closing then opening like fish out of water, trying his best to tie it all together but you interrupt his thought once again. “Save it, Hanbin. Just admit to yourself that what you feel for me is pity. Go back to Sohee, I’m sure in time she’ll becomes your soulmate.”

“Shut up for one second, will you?” He retaliates. “This, this is exactly why I called you blind. You see- You hear one part of the whole then fill in the rest with your messed up view of everyone. You wanna know the rest of that story? or are you going to run away and sulk, risking a lifetime of happiness over a misunderstanding.” Fingers carding through his soft blond hair frustratingly, he stands his ground, awaiting your answer and when none came, he sighs in relief. “Good. I told hyung you couldn’t come at a worse time because yes, I didn’t love you when I first saw you. Because I was so occupied with trying to get over Sohee. She had found her life long partner and I was just a little boy crushing on her helplessly from the shadow. I said that because I knew I didn’t give you all that I could, all that you deserve from a soulmate. I know I neglected you but I was scared of messing up. I wanted things to be perfect and I guess I waited too long to tell you. ” He chuckles but his expression conveys perfectly how much pain he’s in, how messed up this whole situation is, and how much he blames himself. “I just want everything to be perfect for my perfect girl. If you had picked up your phone today, we would be on our first date right now. I had this whole big plan, take you to the zoo, then maybe a bit of shopping before we go to dinner. Then we’ll go to the pier at night, they’ve been having that food festival there. Have some food, a drink or two, maybe then I’ll have enough courage to kiss you.... Not breaking up in an airport. Now it’s too late.” Hands shoving deep in his pockets, his gaze averting yours onto the boring white tiles, scuffed up with endless stream of passenger. A small sniffle reaches your ears and  before you know what was happening, your heart had overridden your brain as you lean forward to pull the shivering boy into your arms.

“It’s not too late...” Was all you could say before he already captures your lips in another kiss. His hands rough against your body, like a kid desperately clinging onto the thin restraint of his favorite balloon that could float away at any second but you didn’t mind it one bit. It feels so good to be hold, to be needed after months of standing on the sideline. Hanbin didn’t really care that he might come off as desperate with the way his lips hastily catching yours the second you pull away. His kisses like blows to your heart and head as your mind dizzy with the weight of everything that had just happened. Your hands found purchase around his tear stained cheeks, holding him back just enough to search for his eyes.

“Hanbin... Stop for a second.” You whine when he crashes his lips against yours once more, not caring that your hands were doing their best to hold him back.

“No, Y/n. You’re gonna overthink again if I stop. Just a little bit more, baby.” You almost hated when he use that whiny voice of his, almost.

“Baby? Where did that name come from?” You quip, a small smirk tugging at your lips as your fingers work their best to wipe of the few lingering tears raining from those beautiful eyes, well more like struggling to wipe his cheeks as he resists, wanting nothing more to continue his show of affection.

“I- uh... I... Shhh.”

“Let’s go, lover boy. People are beginning to stare...” You eyes the passerby warily, acutely aware of the fact that you two had just put on a very public and dramatic show. “I’ll come home with you if I can have the red flannel back, deal?”

Glancing around, his face suddenly lights up brighter than a red Christmas light at the small giggle and whispers of an older couple something about “puppy love”. Suddenly your resistant was being fully accepted as he pulls you up in his arm, hoisting the heavy duffle bag onto his shoulder. Arm holding you close, Hanbin insisting on pressing kisses to your forehead and hair as you both step toward a future radiant with hope and love. “Deal! deal! You can have this one, and my whole closet. Whatever you want, baby. Just, come home. We’ll figure it out together, okay?” Shedding quickly the old worn thing he had never think twice about throwing onto the ground after a sweaty game with Chanwoo, or stuffing it in the corner of his room till it takes on a strange scent, Hanbin is just glad you’re finally listening to him, finally looking at him. If he can’t get the damn thing over your body in the next second, it’d be too late. “Are you sure this is the only thing you want, babe? I can get you new one, better one...” Taking a moment for yourself, you silently bask in the overflowing warmth as Hanbin wraps the red flannel with the slight scent of sweat around your body, happily chatting away.

“I just want this one.You know, I didn’t think you would be this cheesy...” You quip, feigning disgust at the embolden wet kiss he just landed on your lips, deep down overjoy that your heart has begun to learn the rhythm of that foreign beat of his heart.

“Did you think the boys were kidding when they complain that I’m too clingy, or into skinship way too much?” Cheeky with a smirk on his lips and playful glint in his eyes, he pulls you close once again, pressing your face into his chest as you both awaits the arrival of his manager.

“I mean, I didn’t think it’s this bad...”

“Well, get used to it missy. From the look of things, you’re not leaving my side for the next couple years, just for safe measure, in case you do something crazy again.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Crazy in love with you is what I am

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Anne Barnard, the New York Times Beirut bureau chief for the past six years, and Josh Haner, a Times photographer, went to Lebanon’s cedar forests to see how the trees are today.

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  BAROUK CEDAR FOREST, LEBANON — Walking among the cedars on a mountain slope in Lebanon feels like visiting the territory of primeval beings. Some of the oldest trees have been here for more than 1,000 years, spreading their uniquely horizontal branches like outstretched arms and sending their roots deep into the craggy limestone. They flourish on the moisture and cool temperatures that make this ecosystem unusual in the Middle East, with mountaintops that snare the clouds floating in from the Mediterranean Sea and gleam with winter snow.

But now, after centuries of human depredation, the cedars of Lebanon face perhaps their most dangerous threat: Climate change could wipe out most of the country’s remaining cedar forests by the end of the century.

As temperatures rise, the cedars’ ecological comfort zone is moving up the mountains to higher altitudes, chasing the cold winters they need to reproduce. But here in the Barouk forest, part of the Shouf Biosphere Reserve, south of Beirut, there isn’t much farther up to go. If the climate warms at the rates expected because of the continued rise of greenhouse gas emissions in the atmosphere, some scholars say that by 2100 cedars will be able to thrive only at the northern tip of the country, where the mountains are higher.

In the north, though, there are different problems. Lebanon’s densest cedar forest, the Tannourine Cedars Forest Nature Reserve, has lost more than 7 percent of its trees to insect infestations unknown before 1997. They are directly tied to a warming, drying climate.

Throughout history, the cedars of Lebanon have been prized for buildings and boats, chopped down for temples in ancient Egypt, Jerusalem and beyond. So while climate change did not start the assault on the cedars, it could be the death blow.

Many thousands of square kilometers of forest once spread across most of Lebanon’s highlands. Only 17 square kilometers of cedars remain, in scattered groves.

The country’s most famous cedar patch, sometimes called the Cedars of God, has been fenced off for preservation since 1876.

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Some believe that patch was where the resurrected Jesus revealed himself to his followers, said Antoine Jibrael Tawk, an author of books on the cedars.

The Lebanon cedar, a distinct species known scientifically as Cedrus libani, grows mainly here and in Turkey. The trees germinate in late winter because they need a freeze, preferably with snow.

This year, winter was mild. Omar Abu Ali, the ecotourism coordinator for the Shouf Biosphere Reserve, Lebanon’s largest protected area, pointed to evidence on the ground in the Barouk forest.

It was early April, and cedar seedlings were beginning to pop up from the soil. Normally the seedlings don’t come up until early May. Earlier, they risk dying in cold snaps and are more vulnerable to insects. “This is early germination,” Mr. Abu Ali said. “They can die.”

Cedar seedlings in Barouk forest.

A dead cedar, right, next to a healthy one in the Tannourine forest.

A generation ago, it typically rained or snowed 105 days a year in the mountains. High up, snow stayed on the ground for three to four months. This past winter, there were just 40 days of rain and a only month of snow cover.

“Climate change is a fact here,” said Nizar Hani, the Shouf Biosphere’s director. “There is less rain, higher temperatures, and more extreme temperatures,” both hot and cold, he said.

“The cedar forest is migrating to higher altitudes,” he said. And it is unclear, he added, which of the species that usually live alongside the cedars will survive higher up, further changing the ecosystem.

A 2010 study suggested that if the climate warms at expected rates, no more cedars will thrive in the Shouf, because the mountains there are not high enough. While some Lebanese specialists view that prediction as overly dire, they agree the cedars face an emergency.

Cedars planted about 90 years ago shade a yard southeast of Beirut.

“We are in a race,” said Dr. Hani. “There is no time to lose.”

In the Tannourine reserve, north of Beirut, this year’s poor snowfall has forest managers bracing for a tough season with Cephalcia tannourinensis, an insect commonly known as the cedar web-spinning sawfly that feeds on the trees’ young needles. The insect was unknown to scientists until 1998, when Nabil Nemer, a Lebanese entomologist identified it as the cause of the mysterious blight that hit Tannourine the year before, killing swaths of the forest

Called to investigate, Dr. Nemer discovered that the culprit was the sawfly, which buries itself in the ground in the winter. It had never been noticed before because its life cycle initially did not interfere with the cedars. But with earlier snowmelt, the insects emerged earlier, laying their eggs in time for larvae to eat new cedar shoots.

“We can see a direct climate change effect,” Dr. Nemer said. From 2006 to 2018 alone, he said, the insects killed 7.5 percent of the Tannourine forest’s trees, disproportionately young ones.

The discovery of the sawfly spurred the creation of the Tannourine reserve. To protect the trees, scientists are using new methods to fight the insect with fungi that exist naturally in the forest and can kill the larvae.

The insects are just the latest threat to the cedar, which, like Lebanon itself, has faced one challenge after another: tough terrain, invasion, plunder, conflict.

Through five millenniums of recorded history, a parade of civilizations has praised the cedars of Lebanon — and then chopped them down. Lebanon has been deforested by Mesopotamians, Phoenicians and ancient Egyptians; by the Greek and Roman empires; by crusaders, colonizers and modern Middle East turmoil. Yet the trees are so symbolic of the country that a cedar stands at the center of the Lebanese flag.

It offers majesty, for a tiny, vulnerable country. Rootedness, for generations scattered by famine and conflict. Ancient history, for a state carved out by colonial powers.

Invaders have long targeted Lebanon for its water supply, its ports and the valuable cedars, which they carted away for their palaces, temples, and ships. For centuries, the steep, rocky mountains attracted minority sects fleeing from hostile neighbors; their goats and wood stoves consumed more cedars. The conflicts of fractious warlords wreak environmental havoc to this day.

In the 1960s and 1970s, Lebanon had a national Green Plan that replanted many cedars. Then came the 15-year civil war. The plan was forgotten. Some warlords protected the cedars, in their way; in the Shouf mountains, Druze militants laid land mines around forests.

Four years ago, Lebanon’s Agriculture Ministry began a new plan to plant 40 million trees, including some cedars. Separately, the Environment Ministry supervises the management of protected cedar areas. Yet even today, political divisions and the war’s legacy make the government too weak and fragmented to build functional national systems for electricity, water delivery, sewage or trash removal, let alone a muscular, enforceable master plan to protect the cedars, ecologists say.

Still, many Lebanese see in the tree a reflection of their land’s uniqueness and its ability to survive the storms of history.

“It is a very strong tree, strong enough to be able to live in very hard conditions,” said Dr. Hani, the Shouf Biosphere director. “It’s very unique, noble, different from any other kind of tree.”

Everywhere in Lebanon, the cedar tree can be found on banners, tattoos, storefronts, souvenirs, political posters. It is often a stylized cartoon, like the bright-green stencil on the country’s cheerful flag, a child’s vision of the ideal tree. The trees’ scent surfaces in cedar honey and cedar olive-oil soap. Middle East Airlines paints the tree on its aircrafts’ tails and on their turned-up wingtips, as if to make sure passengers cannot miss the symbol.

Liliane Keirouz, an artist who designs with wood legally harvested from the Cedars of God forest.

Cedar trees pictured on coins at the Bank of Lebanon currency museum in Beirut.

Accounts of the cedar go back to one of humanity’s first remembered stories, the epic of Gilgamesh. In the tale, Gilgamesh kills Humbaba, the guardian of the cedar forest, and carries away the trees to build palaces and fortresses. Faisal Abu-Izzeddin, whose book “Memories of a Cedar” chronicles centuries of deforestation, calls Humbaba’s defeat the first of many victories of consumer over conservationist.

The cedars are mentioned repeatedly in the Bible. In the Song of Solomon, they represent the beauty of the beloved: “His countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.”

Some Lebanese even invoke the trees in an oath: ‘I swear upon the cedars.’

In order to protect the cedars from total destruction, various Lebanese conservation groups are trying to diversify their locations and expand their populations. The main goal of replanting, they say, is to make the cedar forests larger and more resilient to whatever future environmental pressures they face.

Young cedar trees in a nursery.

The ideal altitude for cedars has historically been between 1,400 and 1,800 meters. But some trees can survive higher or lower, depending on water, shade, soil and wind. Experimenting, conservationists have found seedlings can survive in some places up to 2,100 meters.

In Arz, the Cedars of God reserve has just 2,100 trees. Dr. Youssef Tawk, a medical doctor and conservationist, and his colleagues are trying to regenerate a larger forest. It’s a challenge because the reserve itself is isolated. Most of the ideal areas to plant are private, or designated for other uses by the municipal government.

But since 1998, Dr. Tawk’s group has planted 100,000 trees in a patchwork of disconnected lands around the old reserve.

Rows of replanted cedar trees on a mountain above the Cedars of God.

“It was a lot of trial and error,” Dr. Tawk said. “Where we could, and where the municipality allowed, we planted.”

Cedars grow slowly, bearing no cones until they are 40 or 50 years old. When they are young by cedar standards, they look much like other conifers, pointy, like Christmas trees. But after about a century, they morph into their distinctive shape. The trunk thickens, the branches spread parallel to the ground, the cones perch atop them like resting birds.

Approaching cedar forests, often the first trees you see are young. They look deceptively ordinary.

Then you come around a bend. The experience can be almost disorienting, because the mature cedars are so unlike how you expect a tree to look. Some stand alone like statues. Others grow in clusters, the horizontal lines of branches crosshatching the verticals of trunks, steep slopes and cliffs, creating dizzying effects.

Source: Written by Anne Barnard. Photographs and drone video by Josh Haner. Additional research and reporting by Nada Homsi in Lebanon. Designed and produced by Rebecca Lieberman, Meaghan Looram and Claire O’Neill.

Original Post URL: https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2018/07/18/climate/lebanon-climate-change-environment-cedars.html

Climate Change Is Killing the Cedars of Lebanon Anne Barnard, the New York Times Beirut bureau chief for the past six years, and 

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Your Guide to Ramadan Series

It’s almost this time of year when everyone is starting to anticipate what will show up on TV during Ramadan. Ramadan series AKA Mosalsalat are one of the favorite pastimes for Egyptians to spend in their time during the month. And, no matter how cliché some plots may sound to us right now, we know we’ll still watch them when they air. As with every year, the Ramadan series list is overwhelming, leaving us confused about what to watch. We are here to help you decide. Here are our top 9 picks and where to catch them on.

  Bel Hagm El 3a2ely (Family-Sized)

This comedy seems like the kind of show you’ll definitely want to watch with your family. It’s about a former diplomat who retires and decides to go after his passion for cooking in his touristic village.

Cast: Yehia El-Fakharany, Mervat Amin, Yousra El Lozy, Ahmed Magdy, Ramzy Lehner

Director: Hala Khalil

Showing On: DMC, Saudi TV Channel

  3awalem Khafeya (Hidden Worlds)

Adel Emam is the face of this show and this time he plays an investigative journalist who gets his hands on classified documents that incriminate some powerful people. This is said to be a comedy/drama/thriller series all at the same time so we’re excited to see how that turns out.

Cast: Adel Emam, Fathy Abdelwahab, Heba Magdy, Bushra, Rania Farid Shawky, Salah Abdallah

Director: Ramy Emam

Showing On: CBC, Saudi TV Channel

  Ekhtefa’ (Disappearance)

Nelly Karim stars here as a woman who goes on a quest to find out what happened to her husband after he disappears. Yes, this sounds familiar because Grand Hotel had a similar plot idea. The suspenseful trailer definitely piques our interest, though!

Cast: Nelly Karim, Hisham Selim, Basma, Mohamed Mamdouh

Director: Ahmed Medhat

Showing On: DMC

  Taye3

The plot goes that a medical graduate gets caught up in an antiquity-smuggling scandal, which puts him in an awkward position with his best friend who is a police officer. While the plot doesn’t sound very intriguing, we’re expecting that Amr Youssef’s intense acting will probably make up for that.

Cast: Amr Youssef, Seba Mubarak, Amr Abdel Geleel, Soheir El-Morshedy, Mai El-Gheity, Ahmed Dash

Director: Amr Salama

Showing On: CBC, Saudi TV Channel

  Layali Eugenie (The Nights of Eugenie)

This show is about a woman who gets accused of murdering her husband. While some are anticipating that the husband she killed is the brother of the doctor she is falling in love with, we have yet to uncover the mystery. You don’t want to miss this!

Cast: Dhafer L’abidine, Amina Khalil, Engy El Mokadem, Entesar, Mourad Makram, Mariam El Khosht

Director: Hany Khalifa

Showing On: CBC

  Ladayna Aqwal Okhra (We Have Other Testimonies)

Despite the controversy surrounding the singer Fadl Shaker to sing the series’ theme song, this mystery series is expected to be a hit. (In all fairness, they eventually retracted the video.) The plot revolves around a legal consultant who gets blamed for the murder of her own son and has to prove her innocence before she has to face the death penalty.

Cast: Yousra, Sherien Reda, Ahmed Hatem, Naglaa Badr, Mohamed Shaheen, Salma Abu Deif, and Hazem Ehab

Director: Mohamed Ali

Showing On: SBC

  Foq Al-Sehab (Above The Clouds)

This is about a man who breaks out of prison to take revenge on the woman who betrayed and framed him.

Cast: Hany Salama, Stephanie Saleeba, Ibrahim Nasr, Mona Abdelghani, Afaf Shoeib

Director: Raouf Abdelaziz

Showing On: Al Nahar

  Aho Da Elli Sar (That’s What Happened)

While little is known about this plot, we know that it revolves around the struggles of a group of women in Upper Egypt highlighting real problems that women living there go through.

Cast: Ruby, Sawsan Badr, Mohamed Farrag, Arwa Gouda, Ahmed Dawood, Mahmoud El-Bezawy

Director: Hatem Aly

Showing On: On E

  Sukk Ala Ekhwatak (Lock Up Your Sisters)

This comedic series is about a man coming from a rural background who has to adjust to a new life after inheriting a fortune and discovering he has sisters he never met before. 

Cast: Aly Rabie, Sabry Fawaz, Salwa Khatab, Sahar El Sayegh

Director: Wael Ehsan

Showing On: MBC Masr

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Matthew 17.1-9       प्रभु यीशु मसीह, परमेश्वर के सन्तान, हम पर दया कर! And after six days Jesus Yeshua took with him Peter and James and John his brother, and led them up a high mountain apart. And he was transfigured before them, and his face shone like the sun, and his garments became white as light. And behold, there appeared to them Moses and Elijah, talking with him. And Peter said to Jesus Yeshua, “Lord, it is well that we are here; if you wish, I will make three booths here, one for you and one for Moses and one for Elijah.” He was still speaking, when lo, a bright cloud overshadowed them, and a voice from the cloud said, “This is my beloved Son, with whom I am well pleased; listen to him.” When the disciples heard this, they fell on their faces, and were filled with awe. But Jesus Yeshua came and touched them, saying, “Rise, and have no fear.” And when they lifted up their eyes, they saw no one but Jesus Yeshua only. And as they were coming down the mountain, Jesus Yeshua commanded them, “Tell no one the vision, until the Son of man is raised from the dead.” LORD YESHUA JESUS THE MESSIAH CHRIST, TRUE GOD, HAVE MERCY ON US! प्रभु यीशु मसीह, परमेश्वर के सन्तान, हम पर दया कर! Most Holy Theotokos and Saints Mary Magdalene the Apostle of the Resurrection, Metropolitan Peter Polyansky of Krutitsy, Father Samaan Shehata, Vida Dutton Scudder, Florence Converse, Apostle Paul, John Maximovitch the Wonderworker of Shanghai and San Francisco, Sergius, Bacchus, Bayard Rustin, Milad Makeen Zaky, Abanub Ayad Atiya, Maged Soliman Shehata, Youssef Shukry Younan, Kirollos Boshra Fawzy, Bishoy Astafanous Kamel, Samuel Astafanous Kamel, Malak Ibrahim Sinyout, Tawadros Youssef Tawadros, Gerges Milad Sinyout, Mina Fayez Aziz, Hany Abdel Mesih Salib, Samuel Alham Wilson, Ezzat Boshra Naseef, Luka Nagaty Anis, Gaber Mounir Adly, Essam Baddar Samir, Malak Farag Abrahim, Sameh Salah Farouk, Gerges Samir Megally, Mathew Ayairga, Magdy Sobhy Tawfeek, Sahar Talaat Rezk, Katherine Magdy Sobhy, Pavel Peter Gojdič, Maxim Sandovich of Gorlice, Seraphim Moshnin of Sarov, and Maria Skobtsova of Paris pray for us always! Senhor Jesus Cristo, Filho de Deus, tende piedade de nós. Señor Jesucristo, Hijo de Dios, ten piedad de nosotros y del mundo entero. Senhor Jésus Cristo Messias, Filho de Deus, Tem piedade de nós! Longer Ethiopian translation (Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on us sinners!): Abetu Geta Eyesus Kristos ye Egziabher lij yiqir belen! Abetu Geta Eyesus Kristos ye Egziabher lij yiqir belen! Ethiopian Ge’ez “Arrow Prayer”: Egzio Maharena Iyesus Krestos! O Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy upon us! प्रभु यीशु मसीह, परमेश्वर के सन्तान, हम पर दया कर!

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