Nothing prepares you for the enormity of the experience of @Amritanandamayi’s hugs. You feel like a child again, safe and secure in your own mother’s embrace. #Amma
In the Asir region of Saudi Arabia, an extraordinary tale of forgiveness has unfolded, one that has moved the world to tears.
A noble and respected father, Sheikh Yahya bin Qans al-Bashri al-Qahtani, unconditionally forgave the killer of his young son Bandar. He sought no blood money, no compensation and no worldly gain. He did so simply because he learned that the murderer was the only son and sole caregiver of his severely ill and elderly mother.
This compassionate father personally went to the killer’s home. When he announced the pardon before the frail mother, she collapsed to the ground, weeping uncontrollably from the overwhelming joy and shock.
Sheikh Yahya has declared that he will not accept even a single riyal for his son’s blood. The only reward he desires is from Allah Subhanahu wa Ta’ala alone.
SubhanAllah. In an age consumed by anger and vengeance, such a heart-stirring, faith-inspiring example of mercy truly shakes the soul.
May Allah grant peace to the departed son and immense reward to this noble father.
The father of convicted Pakistani rpist says what his son did to a 13 year old British girl is not rpe. He blames the child, saying: "She wasn't a virgin or new to sex. I don't see it as rpe. Some responsibility lies with her. As far as grooming is concerned, the judge, jury and police have gone overboard because these lads were Asian." The pathetic scumbag refers to the Muslim rpists, many of whom are in their 30s and 40s, as "lads." And "Asian" in order to deflect the blame and apportion the crimes to the wider Asian community. These jehadis use subterfuge at every step in their lives, at every waking moment.
A baby selling, medicine denying, soul harvesting Albanian ghoul gets the Nobel Peace Prize, but @Amritanandamayi who has been doing genuine humanitarian work in multiple countries in the world is never considered for the award. That’s white privilege for you! @NobelPrize
Actor Prakash Raj faced a fierce reality check at today's press conference as journalists completely cornered him over his typical 'hit-and-run' remarks. Known for making provocative statements and safely walking away, he finally found himself in the hot seat with nowhere to run.
When reporters demanded accountability and grilled him with sharp, evidence-based follow-ups, his usual rhetoric fell completely flat. Instead of giving clear, direct answers, the actor was seen fumbling, evading the core issues, and visibly struggling to maintain his composure under pressure.
This total meltdown proves that sensationalism cannot survive the test of rigorous journalism. For too long, vague allegations have passed as commentary, but today the media held the mirror up to him.
He came prepared to deliver a monologue but was left utterly speechless when forced into a real dialogue.
A massive reality check and a complete embarrassment for the actor!
#PrakashRaj #PressConference #MediaGrilling #Accountability #HitAndRun Politics
There’s a recent trend of North African women from countries like Morocco and Tunisia marrying Indian men.
These women are fed up with the men in their own countries and are marrying loyal, responsible Indian partners who treat them like goddesses.
Aaron Tucker had been out of prison for seven days. He had less than $2 in his pocket and one shot at turning his life around, a job interview that morning. Then he saw a car flip over and catch fire from his bus window.
He asked the bus driver if he was going to help. "No, but if you get out I'm going to leave," the driver replied. Tucker got out anyway.
He sprinted toward the upside-down, smoke-filled car and found the 61-year-old driver covered in blood.
He unbuckled the man's seatbelt and dragged him clear as the car started to catch fire.
He pulled off his own dress shirt and used it to stop the man's head wound from bleeding, telling him: "You're going to be all right. Your family wants to see you. Keep your eyes open."
The bus left. Tucker missed his interview.
When the story got out, strangers set up a GoFundMe that raised over $50,000 in three days. He also received multiple job offers in construction.
"I feel like a job can come and go, but a life is a one-time thing," Tucker said. "The job just wasn't in my mind at that time."
Today we remember Veera Vanchinathan who sacrificed his life for the freedom of Bharath. On 17 June 1911, Vanchinathan entered a first-class compartment at Maniyachi Junction and shot Tirunelveli Collector Ashe, who was responsible for the repression of the Swadeshi movement and the persecution of V.O. Chidambaram Pillai and Subramania Siva. Moments later, Vanchi took his own life rather than be captured.
He was only twenty-five. He had given up his career, distanced himself from family life and chosen a path from which he knew there would be no return. His method may be debated, but his courage, sacrifice and uncompromising commitment to Bharat’s freedom cannot be denied.
On his remembrance day, let us honour the martyr who placed the nation above his own life.
Here’s a great example of “someone having the last laugh”:
I was flying from New York to India, and the plane was pretty full. I was sitting next to an elderly Indian woman. As I was getting comfortable, a couple came to our row of three seats and told the woman she was sitting in their seat. The woman, traveling alone, seemed to struggle with English, so I checked her boarding pass and asked the couple to wait while I called a flight attendant.
The wife started being rude, saying things like, “We’re Americans, so we should get priority,” and “Foreigners always book last minute, and this is why there’s confusion.”
I stood up and offered the woman my seat, but she insisted on having “her seat” which the elderly lady was sitting in. Thankfully, a flight attendant came soon after, and I explained the situation. The couple kept ranting, so the attendant asked me to take our bags and move the elderly lady.
As we walked away, the wife was still complaining about the inconvenience. Honestly, I didn’t mind changing seats—it wasn’t a big deal.
We walked through two sections of economy seating, and ended up in business class! I told the flight attendant that it was fine for me to return to my original seat in economy, but she said, “You can stay here with the lady. I’m sure she doesn’t want to be alone.”
I went back to grab my reading glasses from my original seat, and saw the wife arguing with the attendant. She realized what had happened and was upset to see we were moved to business class instead of them.
I hope their flight was still enjoyable.
As the plane was about to land, the elderly lady, sitting in business class, grabbed my hand and said, “Thank you.” That moment was the highlight of my trip.
Peace.
Credit to Anna Sebastian.
"வீர வாஞ்சிநாதன் மனைவியை தேவர் திருமகனார் தான் தாயாக ஏற்று உதவி செய்தார்."
பசும்பொன் முத்துராமலிங்க தேவர் அவர்கள் சென்னைக்கு ஒருமுறை வந்த போது தனது உதவியாளரிடம் இரண்டு நல்ல ரக புடவைகள் வாங்கி வரச் சொல்லி உத்தரவிட்டார் தேவர் திருமகனார் உதவியாளருக்கு குழப்பம்.
தேவர் பிரம்மச்சாரி. அவர் எதற்கு புடவை வாங்க அதுவும் சென்னையில்
குழப்பத்தோடு புடவை வாங்கி வர கூடவே கொஞ்சம் பழங்கள். தேவர் உதவியாளரோடு காரில் ஏறி சென்னை மயிலாப்பூரில் ஒரு சந்துக்கு முன் காரை நிறுத்தச் சொல்லி உதவியாளர் புடவை மற்றும் பழ தட்டுடன் பின் தொடர சந்தில் இருக்கும் ஒரு வீட்டுக்குள் நொடிப் பொழுதில் நுழைகிறார்.
அங்கே அமர்ந்திருந்த பெண்மணியின் காலில் தேவர் நெஞ்சாண் கிடையாக விழுந்து வணங்குகிறார்.
உதவியாளரிடமிருந்து புடவை பழதட்டை வாங்கி தன் பையிலிருந்து ரூபாய் நோட்டுக்களை புடவையின் ஊடே நுழைத்து அந்த பெண்மணியின் முன்னே சமர்பித்து சற்று தள்ளி அமர்ந்து நலம் விசாரித்து
எந்த உதவி எப்போது தேவை பட்டாலும் தன்னை அணுகலாம் என தேவர் சொல்ல
அந்த மாதரசி செய்திருக்கும் உதவிகளே போதுமானது அதிகமும் என சொல்கிறார்.
சில நிமிடங்கள் கழிய தேவர் மீண்டும் எழுந்து பெண்மணியின் கால்களில் விழுந்து வணங்கி விடை பெறுகிறார்.
தேவரின் உதவியாளர் மண்டையே வெடித்து விடும் நிலை ஓரிரு நிமிட மெளனமான வாகனப் பயணம்.
ஐய்யா அந்த பெண்மணி யார்?
"என்தாய்" - தேவர்.
பார்த்தால் ஐய்யர் பெண்மணியாக உதவியாளர்.
"ஆம் என் தாய். வீர வாஞ்சிநாதன் மனைவி"
என்று தேவர் உணர்ச்சியுடன் கண்கலங்கி சுதந்திர போராட்ட சிந்தனைக்குள் மூழ்கினார்.
தேசியமும் தெய்வீகமும் எனது இரு கண்கள் என வெறும் வார்த்தைகளால் கூறாமல் அதன்படி வாழ்ந்து காட்டியவர் தேவர் அவர்கள்.
தென்னகத்து பகத்சிங் என்று போற்றப்பட்ட வீர வாஞ்சிநாதன் மனைவிக்கு சுதந்திரத்துக்குப்பின் நேரு
அரசால் குறைந்த பட்ச கெளரவம் கூட கிடைக்கவில்லை.
*வீரவாஞ்சிநாதன் நினைவு நாள் இன்று*
Previously only around 5 to 6 people were exposing Annamalai, everyone including Delhi intelligencia blindly supported him and abused us for questioning such a noble soul.
Today 4000 people are exposing him , I am happy, better late than never. Atleast now you guys have woken up. Soon many more will join the party. We will watch the fun
To my Hindu friends from Bharat,
What's happening to you back home with the Muslims, including in Pakistan and Bangladesh, is exactly what's about to hit Western Europe and the US really hard. Most people there are clueless and uninformed about this stuff and don't get it at all. They act superior and look down on you, but they won't last even a tenth as long as you guys have survived against Muslim aggression over the past 1300 years. I've got a lot of respect for you.
Every month, Martín’s parents took a trip to visit Grandma and came back on the same train the next day. One day, Martín said to them:
"I'm a big boy now. Can I go visit Grandma by myself?"
His parents thought about it and finally said yes. They went with him to the train station. As the train got ready to leave, they hugged him, gave him lots of advice, and stood by the window. Martín replied:
"I know, I know! You’ve told me this a thousand times!"
Just before the train left, his dad leaned in close and whispered:
"If you feel scared or unsure, this is for you," and slipped something into Martín’s pocket.
Now Martín was on the train alone for the first time, just like he wanted. He looked out the window, watching the world go by. But soon, people started pushing past him. Some were loud, others got on and off quickly. The train conductor made a comment about him being alone. A woman looked at him with sad eyes.
Martín started to feel nervous. Each minute, he felt more scared and alone. He lowered his head and felt like crying. Then he remembered what his dad had put in his pocket. With shaky hands, he reached in and pulled out a small piece of paper.
It said:
"Son, I’m in the last car of the train."
That’s what life is like. We have to let our kids try new things and go out into the world. But as parents, we always want to be close — just in case they get scared or face something hard. As long as we’re alive, we’ll always be in the “last car,” watching over them, ready to help when they need us.
(Credit to the original author.)
My daughter brought her new boyfriend to Sunday dinner last month.
He’s 24, works at a COMMERCIAL TIRE SHOP, and has grease permanently stained into his cuticles.
He didn’t say much, just ate three servings of my pot roast and nodded a lot.
After they left, I told my wife I wished my daughter would date someone with a bit more ambition.
Someone who didn't look like they just crawled out from under a semi-truck.
Two weeks later, my alternator died on the shoulder of Route 9 during a torrential downpour.
I called AAA, but the wait time was two hours.
My daughter must have seen my text in the family group chat because twenty minutes later, her boyfriend's beat-up Chevy truck pulled up behind me.
He didn't have a raincoat.
He just got straight to work in the pouring rain, leaning over my engine bay while semi-trucks flew past at 70 miles per hour, spraying us with dirty highway water.
It took him forty-five minutes of wrestling with a rusted bolt to get the spare part in.
When he finished, he was soaked to the bone and shivering.
I pulled out my wallet and tried to hand him two hundred dollars.
He looked at the cash, then looked at me, and gently pushed my hand away.
He said,
"Sir, you don't pay family.
Just make sure your daughter gets home safe tonight."
I sat in my dry, warm car on the drive home feeling incredibly small.
I had judged his worth by the dirt under his fingernails,
completely missing the size of his heart.
🇸🇪 Швеция.
Мусульманин перекрыл движение на дороге, поскольку решил помолиться прямо посреди улицы. Когда местные жители попросили его отойти, он отказался и отреагировал агрессией.
В итоге ему преподали урок интеграции…