Somali referee Omar Artan, who was denied entry into the USA ahead of the World Cup, has now been appointed by UEFA to officiate PSG vs. Aston Villa in the Super Cup final.
A historic moment for the Basilica of the Sagrada Família. This is how we experienced the solemn Mass presided over by Pope Leo XIV and the subsequent blessing and inauguration of the tower of Jesus Christ.
Thank you to everyone who joined us! 🙌
Pope Leo XIV entered the central nave of the Basilica through the main door of the Sagrada Família, the door of the Glory façade. He will preside over the solemn mass to pay tribute to the spiritual and artistic legacy of Antoni Gaudí.
The @CapriCaribbean report being discussed by the JTA never said JA spends "enough" it said JA spends a relatively high share of its GDP & budget on education, that the spending is not producing commensurate outcomes, and we don't know where the $ goes @jamaicaobserver
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The World Cup begins tomorrow, and many will watch the matches. Soccer reminds us of something we must not forget: life is not a race to show off on our own, but a path we learn to walk together. Anyone who does not know how to pass the ball, even if they have talent, has not yet understood the game. Anyone who does not know how to live with and for others has not yet understood life. #ApostolicJourney
⚽ Pope Leo talks about his experience of football.
He made the unscripted comments in a meeting with charity workers in Barcelona, Spain, the second leg of his Apostolic Journey to the country.
This morning, a floral offering took place at Gaudí’s tomb in the Basilica’s crypt to commemorate the centenary of the architect’s death. A gesture of recognition, remembrance, and gratitude, conceived with simplicity, contemplation, and respect.
Somali soccer referee Omar Abdulkadir Artan arrived in his home country's capital, Mogadishu, to a rapturous welcome by fans and officials, after he was denied entry into the United States ahead of the World Cup https://t.co/bg7FaxN2tn
NEW: Aftershock! In nearly the exact place, we have had a 4.3 magnitude aftershock earthquake Tuesday evening in the Gulf. The Caribbean tectonic plate has become very active in Earth's crust with now 4 Earthquakes all within a few hour span of each other. The chances of another significant 6+ magnitude one close to Florida are only about 2% in the next few days, but we will watch to see what happens.
𝐎𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐀𝐛𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐤𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐫 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧’𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐮:
“First of all, I sincerely thank the leaders and the entire sports family of Somalia.
I want to express my gratitude to the Somali people for their unwavering support, encouragement and solidarity.
I also appreciate the government, the Minister of Youth and Sports, and the President of the Somali Football Federation for their support behind the scenes.
My thanks also go to FIFA and CAF for standing by me throughout this journey. They never left me alone.
Insha Allah, I promise you all that I will be at the next FIFA World Cup in 2030. I will return stronger and better prepared.
I will continue to work hard, carry the Somali flag with pride and I will never give up.”
A strong message from Omar after a difficult moment. 🇸🇴👏🏾
#AfricanFootball
#WorldCupwithMicky
I told our Somali Referee Omar Artan that while his World Cup officiating dream may have been delayed, it has never been diminished. Long before a ball is kicked, he has already won the hearts of millions and secured his place in history.
Omar Artan has done more than unite the footballing world, he has ignited hope in every child who dares to dream beyond the horizon. Dreams may be deferred, but they are never defeated.
I extend my deepest gratitude to FIFA and CAF for recognizing and believing in his talent, integrity, and dedication throughout the years.
For a lifetime, Omar carried a whistle not as a symbol of authority, but as a commitment to fairness, justice, and the spirit of the game. He devoted himself to ensuring that football was decided by merit, yet fate denied him the stage he so richly deserved.
Today, I had the honor of hosting Omar Artan, an icon, a role model, and living proof that true greatness is not measured by the matches you officiate, but by the lives you inspire.
Omar's journey reminds us all that character outlasts circumstance, and that those who stand for fairness ultimately leave the deepest legacy
🇸🇴❤️ Following up on Omar Abdulkadir Artan’s return home.
After arriving in Mogadishu, a top Somali businessman has offered to give Omar $100,000 as compensation following the disappointment of being denied entry into the US and missing the chance to officiate at the World Cup.
The support for Omar continues to grow.
He may have missed the tournament, but he has gained respect and admiration from people around the world. 🌍👏🏾
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#AfricanFootball
#WorldCupwithMicky
Reprezentacja Haiti na oficjalnych koszulkach w których zagra na Mistrzostwach Świata umieściła POLSKĄ FLAGĘ!
To nie błąd projektanta ani przypadek – to wyjątkowy gest pełen szacunku, który porusza serce każdego Polaka. W 1802 roku Napoleon wysłał kilka tysięcy żołnierzy z Polskich Legionów na San Domingo (obecne Haiti), żeby zdławić tamtejsze powstanie niewolników. Polacy jednak wybrali inną drogę. Zamiast walczyć przeciwko walczącym o wolność, wielu z nich przeszło na stronę powstańców i stanęło do walki ramię w ramię z Haitańczykami przeciwko wojskom francuskim. Po zwycięstwie rewolucji i ogłoszeniu niepodległości w 1804 roku, pierwszy przywódca Haiti – Jean-Jacques Dessalines – oddał Polakom wielki hołd. Przyznał im pełne obywatelstwo, a w konstytucji nazwał ich „Białymi Murzynami Europy”. Były to słowa najwyższego uznania i braterstwa w tamtych czasach. Część polskich żołnierzy (ok. 400–500) została na wyspie na stałe, głównie w regionie Cazale, gdzie ich potomkowie mieszkają do dzisiaj. Dziś, ponad dwieście lat później, pamięć o polskiej odwadze i solidarności wciąż żyje na Haiti. Kiedy ich piłkarze wychodzą na murawę, niosą na piersi symbol naszej wspólnej historii – historii walki o wolność, która nie zna granic ani koloru skóry.
I'm not okay right now. I just need to be honest about that.
I prayed for this child. I mean I really, really prayed. Not a quick "Lord have mercy" before bed. I mean the kind of prayer where you pace the room. Where you call her name specifically. Where you bargain. Where you beg. Where you tell God every reason why this child deserves to live, as if He needed convincing. I did all of that. For weeks. For Kemelia Paul.
And she's still gone.
So what do you do with that? Where do you put that feeling? Because I don't have an answer tonight and I'm not going to pretend that I do.
Did I do enough? Did I share enough? Did I reach enough people? Could one more thread have raised enough money to change something? Could one more call to Josephine have made a difference? Could I have pushed harder, louder, earlier? These questions are eating me alive right now and I know, I KNOW, that grief makes you irrational. I know that. But knowing it doesn't stop the questions from coming.
I was a stranger to this family. I still am. I never sat in that waiting room. I never walked those hospital corridors. I never looked Kemelia in the eyes. Everything I knew about her came through a phone screen and a mother's trembling voice.
And yet this is hitting me like I knew her my whole life.
How does that happen? How does a child you never met break you this completely?
I'll tell you how. Because she was real. Because every update was real. Because the crumpled prescription was real. Because the fever was real. Because "mommy I'm cold" was real. Because the hope was real. Because I let myself believe, genuinely believe, that she was going to make it. That we were going to get a good ending. That one day I was going to post a picture of this child smiling and say, we did it. She's home.
I was going to see her this weekend. I had made up my mind. This weekend.
She didn't make it to the weekend.
I'm sorry Kemelia. I'm so deeply sorry. I tried. I want you to know that wherever you are right now, I tried. The prayers were real. The sleepless moments reading your updates were real. The weight I felt every time your mother called with bad news, that was real too.
You deserved to grow up. You deserved to finish school, fall in love, become whatever it was God put you on this earth to become. You deserved decades. You deserved everything.
Instead you got a knife meant for someone else.
And this world, this broken, violent, ungrateful world, just keeps moving like it didn't just lose someone extraordinary.
I'm not okay. And I'm not going to pretend to be.
Rest Kemelia. I'm sorry we couldn't bring you home. I'm sorry. 💔😭🕊️