Una madre en el top 5, concursantes casadas, de talla grande y mujeres transgénero. Los detalles curiosos que dejó Miss Universo 2023 en la gran noche de Sheynnis Palacios https://t.co/c4gLRmQtzn
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Itay y Hadar Berdichevsky, de 30 años.
Escondieron a sus hijos gemelos de 10 meses en el refugio mientras terroristas se infiltraban en su casa.
Itay y Hadar fueron asesinados brutalmente tras luchar con valentía contra los terroristas.
Los bebés se quedaron solos por más de 12 horas hasta que fueron rescatados.
Imagínense el horror. Dos padres aterrados haciendo todo lo que pueden para salvar a sus hijos, que ahora quedan huérfanos.
Bendita sea la memoria de estos héroes. 💔
Hira's point of view since she arrived at the mansion...
#Esaret · #OrHir
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In the grand mansion, a place he insisted was my home, I found myself surrounded by luxury and grandeur. Yet, every corner of the place felt foreign and unfamiliar. The rooms held no memories, the walls were silent, and my heart remained cold and distant. It was a world I couldn't recognize, but there he was — Orhun.
He had these deep, searching eyes that drew you in with their intensity. He looked at me as if I meant everything to him, and in that moment, I knew deep down that what he had told me was the truth. His sister Nursah had shared stories of the pain he endured during my absence, describing how he had been trapped in relentless despair. I couldn't help but feel the weight of that pain, a burden that echoed in my own heart.
Eventually, I mustered the courage to speak, to offer him something in return for his unwavering belief. I told him I believed him, that this was indeed the place I used to call home, and that I was indeed his wife. I asked for his help in remembering my past.
In his eyes, I saw a glimmer of hope and determination. He assured me he would go to great lengths to assist me in remembering. I knew we were embarking on a journey to discover our shared history, my past, and to rediscover the nature of our love.
I asked him questions about our past, but he seemed hesitant to provide full answers. I didn't press him further. After all, it was only my second day at the mansion, and there would be ample time for more questions.
Having learned from the maids that he had stopped drinking coffee when I was gone, I took it upon myself to prepare a cup. When I handed it to him, he looked at me warmly, even though I couldn't recall the moments we had shared. People had told me about his love for me, about our bond, but it was all clouded by forgotten memories. Still, my heart started beating so fast when I was around him. I wondered why.
Gradually, I began to believe that he was more than a stranger. He was the key to unlocking my past, the light that could cut through my darkness.
As night fell, he didn't come into our bedroom. He gave me space to adjust to this unfamiliar life. But I couldn't deny a growing desire to be close to him, to feel the safety of his presence. I went into Nursah's room and quietly climbed into bed, watching him sleep. In those quiet moments, I hoped to find something, anything, that could bridge the gap between my lost memories and the love I desperately want to remember.
“Madre Teresa decía que el dolor más grande que puede sentir una persona es el no sentirse amada, el sentirse rechazada, abandonada, en soledad”, dice el postulador de su causa de canonización, P. Brian Kolodiejchuk. Vía @apmorales4 https://t.co/7S1hUwpEn2