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Ofra Empowered

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#embajadorasofra Presentación de historias y ejemplos de perseverancia por @marisolsotocr @ligia.boq y @anabbrenes1 @ofracosmetics.costarica @ofracosmetics #emprendedores #ofra #ofracosmetics #pontik #adondeirhoy https://www.instagram.com/p/CiqtexKOkVK/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Ke Hulu Kinta mencari gelama, Jalan berbatu berhenti tersekat; Bila kita saling bekerjasama, Hidup bersatu membawa berkat. ~~~~ Team OFRA Running Squad dan crew POTOUR 2022 meraikan majlis makan malam bersama². Semoga terus kekal ukhuwah berpanjangan 🤲🏻. . . . . . #OFRA #Outing #Dinner #Runner #Brotherhood (at Ivory Plaza) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cfb5j7GpZ-z/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[nesyanast]

Thinking about how in 1983 Ofra Haza, a Yemenite-Jew refugee, sang the song Chai at Eurovision in Munich, Germany 11 years after the Munich Massacre and only four decades after the Holocaust, with a song where the chorus says Am Yisrael Chai - The Nation of Israel Lives and it's all about joyous survival. (She placed second)

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A young Ofra Haza (1957-2000) in magazines from the 1970s.

She was an Israeli singer, songwriter, and actress. She lent her voice in a critically aclaimed DreamWorks movie, The Prince of Egypt.

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THE PRINCE OF EGYPT 1998

But I was their enemy. I was the prince of Egypt, the son of the man who slaughtered... their children! You've chosen the wrong messenger! H-how can I even speak to these people?

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Ofra Haza was an international pop star in the 80s. She was also a Yemeni Jew. This song is part of a poem written by a 17th century rabbi.

If the gates of the leaders are locked, the gates of Heaven are not locked.

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My greatest work

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Ofra Galaxy

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The Greed of Men

The other OC-turned-Great-Fairy I talked about! The large lady is Tezzie, while her short husband is Ofrae (who belongs to my bf). I’ve actually had Ofrae appear in one of the drabbles I wrote for Mii and Ougi a while back. In DeityVerse, Tez is actually the God of Autumn and Ofrae is pretty much a royal archmage of dragonkind, who are like demigods in their own right.

I really love the cutscene style of BotW/TotK, but in general I’ve always loved screenshot style whoops.

Small accompaniment story under the Read More!

He visits the Autumn Sundelion patch in Faron every day, the man with the scent of a dragon on him. At times, he comes in need of earnest assistance from the Great Fairy, and at other times, the help he requires puzzles her. A Great Fairy who gives up at the first sign of confusion, she is not, but she can be confounded by his behavior nevertheless.

Great Fairy Tezzie rests beneath the petals of her flower, already aware of the presence on the other side. She waits, contemplative. Had he been any other person to bother her, she would have ignored him. Sent him away with nothing. Yet as his steps pad across the bed of rainbow mushrooms and up to the edge of her sleeping flower bud, Tezzie sighs and resigns herself to emerge once again. It’s the second time that day. He is very fortunate he’s cute—and intelligent, though not so intelligent as to consider she could choose not to heed his call at any time.

Still, she allows her petals to fan out and rises out of the nectar.

His name is Ofrae—a researcher of the Zonai people and an archmage. His finding of Tezzie hadn’t been the surprise, but his insistence to chat with her was. Most came for wards on their armor, or time to recuperate, or blessings of protection. They were brief visits, and if Tezzie chose not to entertain them, she shooed them off or refused to answer their call. After all, she blessed them on her terms, not theirs. Unlike her sisters, she does not care in the slightest about appeasing the masses and currying their favor.

Yet few visit merely just to chat. Who did that? Yet for as foolish as Tezzie initially assumed Ofrae to be, his one glaring flaw did not detract from his wit. The amount of knowledge he held of the world had piqued her curiosity, and a majority of the time they spent talking, he told her of adventures he’d embarked on; caves and mines in the Depths that held untold treasures and secrets. Once, she had wanted to visit the underground, yet found the Gloom there to be treacherous to her wellbeing. It certainly wasn’t for lack of trying on Tezzie’s part.

It was the one time where Tezzie hadn’t entertained Ofrae that made her want to listen when he called for her. Not only had she felt lonely ignoring him, but he had seated himself on her mushroom stairs and still spoke of the sky, the Korok, whatever his heart desired. That had been the first and last time Tezzie had closed her heart to his address.

Her sister in the Hebra mountains tried to infer meaning in Ofrae’s actions where Tezzie could not. Tessa, her sister, said that the man may have asked for her blessings out of courtesy to her time, or because he truly did want them but solely from Tezzie. After all, Tessa had never seen Ofrae herself, meaning the man had never ventured out to request it of the other Great Fairies. “I know you, Tezzie,” Tessa told her. “If you really hated this man, you would make it known. Perhaps the fact you talk to him means you like his company?”

If that were true, and Tezzie had no reason to believe it wasn’t, then what did he want of her…?

Tezzie adjusts her fall-colored hair out of her eyes, then tilts her head down toward Ofrae beneath, the rubies in her ears swinging with a melodic tinkling. He’s dressed in the same attire she remembers seeing him in earlier—black suit, with the sash of his family across his shoulders and a belt on his waist. Wide, round glasses hide the sparkle of blue eyes in his tan features as they look up at her with customary excitement. In spite of herself, Tezzie smiles, a small but endeared one. Around her, fairies flutter into existence, spinning around her once then floating around Ofrae. A sign of her full attention on him.

“Haven’t I seen you already this morning?” she asks, fingers to her cheek in thought. “It’s not rest you seek. You’ve fully recovered, yet here you are before me again…”

Ofrae laughs in his usual soft manner, then clasps his hands behind his back, at ease. “I hope I’m not keeping you from anything dire, mistress.”

Tezzie’s small smile at once becomes a smirk. In the early days of meeting Ofrae, she’d thought his deferential title had been a way to insult her age. Great Fairies were as old as the earth itself, and even for a dragon man who lived well beyond the years of a human, his spark of existence could not compare. So when she had heard the word “mistress” roll from his mouth, it had been what had gotten her out of her bud in the first place, snapping at him. Fortunately, he was quick to explain his reasoning in using that for her, and over time, Tezzie found she liked it. She was the Mistress of Autumn.

“Even if you were keeping me from something, you’d still wait, wouldn’t you.” Not a question she needs answer to, and both of them know it. Tezzie leans forward against her flower, folding her hands under her chin. “So why is it that you’ve come back, Ofrae? Should I wager a guess of your intentions this time? Or shall you spell them out clearer for me?”

Ofrae’s face flushes, and he clears his throat. “W-Well…”

“No, no, I want to play your game this time. I’d like to guess. I know…it must be something very important to visit me twice in one day.”

Tessa’s words may have infected Tezzie, she realizes; she’s always been of a bold nature, but when it comes to matters of the heart? She did not know that well enough to tout any sort of expertise. In fact, Ofrae was similar to her sister in that manner—learned with script, but versed in study of emotion. He sensed what Tezzie sometimes did not sense in herself. When frustration at other matters pooled over in their talks, Ofrae made his departure to allow her reprieve. When she was caught in impassioned speech of a topic or memory, he goaded her to explore it deeper, not interjecting but listening.

Maybe she’s projecting. Maybe it’s simply hopeful.

“Is it my hand you’re after? Or my own heart?”

Ofrae’s posture goes from at ease to straight backed at once, and he splutters a moment. When he recovers, he watches Tezzie with eyebrows hiked and mouth partially open. Incredulity? Tezzie wonders. Or did he not think I’d ask it first?

“When you ask me with such a straight face, Tezzie, I’m not sure if you’re merely teasing me, or…” He trails off. “You’re really offering?”

“I’ve heard well enough of your romantic stories, Ofrae,” she replies. “Of the masters of the accordions who sing about their wives, husbands, and partners, and the way everyone seems to love love or being loved. I’ve listened to you speak of them. And I’ve learned you in these years you’ve visited me. I know you are a greedy man.” Lips hidden beneath her hands and eyes glinting, Tezzie says, “So, which is it you require from me now? My heart, or my hand? Choose wisely now. I may only entertain you once this time.”

Ofrae’s expression grows serious as he places a hand to his chin. It’s a face that delights her. Seeing how the cogs in that researcher’s mind of his turn; she hates not being exact in her words and people missing her meaning, but in Ofrae, she could confuse him any time of day just to see the pensive look on that face. One would have thought he was at a crossroads of life and death.

“I did mean to ask you if you’d ever take a walk with me outside of your flower today. It’s taken me this long to ask.” Ofrae slips his hands behind his back again. “Would it be too much to ask if I could have both of you?”

I was right, Tezzie thinks. He is a greedy man.

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Art.Ofra Amit

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🇮🇱 Ofra Haza - חי/Chai

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In Memoriam OFRA HAZA!

(November 19, 1957 - February 23, 2000)

Gone, but not forgotten!.

[hyenasnake]

I want everyone in the Good Omens fandom to know that Ofra Haza—the Madonna of the Middle East, the one who voiced Moses’ Mother in Prince of Egypt (1998) and changed the brain chemistry of an entire generation with her vocals in Deliver Us—has a song about Gabriel in Hebrew and… well… It sounds like the opening of a 90’s magical girl anime.