Raheal Anjum

Amateur in Animal activism. Loves plants and trees. Politically Centrist. Anna RajKumar. RCB Fan.

[Raheal Anjum @terhab]

@Uday_T2 I don’t care whether this is AI or real but what a sight. 👍

[Raheal Anjum @terhab]

@Timelessvoice81

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@0xleegenz You will find them near you only when you have money. Then they want to give you more. Whenever you need money, they are unreachable.

[Kekius Maximus @Kekius_Sage]

Good morning, everyone. I think this is the best advertisement I’ve ever seen.

[The Best @TheBestqueenx]

The boy who never missed a chance to wave at his favorite team's bus finally got the surprise of his life…

[Chay Bowes @BowesChay]

Meanwhile in Turkiye-

Kids in one of the provinces that haven't seen snow in years, were brought 3 large dump trucks full from one of the snowed in regions.

Listen to the screams of delight.

[Beauty of music and nature 🌺🌺 @Axaxia88]

Thank you to the young man who didn't just stand there watching the animal slowly die and taking pictures, but instead took action to help and save it 🦈💖

[Raheal Anjum @terhab]

@CulturedUpdatez @TraxNYC Why is everyone scamming him ?

[Karthik 🇮🇳 @beastoftraal]

"Dubai is often accused of lacking soul. This accusation usually comes from places where the soul is defined as potholes, paperwork, and a deep attachment to inconvenience. Dubai made a different choice. The result is a city that does not need to prove its depth by being difficult."

[Raheal Anjum @terhab]

@Matt_Pinner I see a Gorilla

[Raheal Anjum @terhab]

@MohiniWealth The little girl got lost and found. What is so good about this post is the way written which embodies the efforts of the police and importance of media is truly commendable.

[Mohini Maheshwari @MohiniWealth]

On the night of May 20, 2025, a little girl in a faded pink frock fell asleep on her mother’s lap at Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Terminus. Her parents, simple people from Solapur, had come to Mumbai for her father’s treatment. They were exhausted. Just for a moment, the mother closed her eyes.

When she opened them, her daughter was gone.

Six months.
Six months of walking from police station to police station.
Six months of showing the same crumpled photograph to strangers on trains, in slums, in orphanages.
Six months of the father not sleeping, the mother not eating, both of them growing hollow-eyed, whispering the same name into the dark: “Aarohi… Aarohi…”

In Varanasi, a thousand kilometres away, a tiny girl with no memory of her real name was learning to call herself “Kashi.” She had been found crying near the railway tracks in June, barefoot and terrified. The orphanage gave her food, a bed, and a new name. She smiled easily, because children always do, but sometimes at night she clutched the edge of her blanket and asked for “Aai” — Marathi for mother — and no one understood.

Back in Mumbai, the police refused to close the file. They printed posters with Aarohi’s face, stuck them on every platform from Lokmanya Tilak Terminus to Bhusawal to Varanasi Cantt. They ran newspaper ads, knocked on doors, begged journalists for help. Six months is a long time for hope to stay alive, but some officers carried her photograph in their shirt pockets like it was their own child.

Then, on November 13, a local reporter in Varanasi saw the poster. Something clicked. He had seen a girl who spoke Marathi words in her sleep. He made a phone call.

The next morning, a Mumbai Police inspector sat in front of a laptop in Varanasi and opened a video call. On the screen appeared a little girl in a pink frock — the same colour she was wearing the day she vanished. The mother, standing behind the officer in Mumbai, saw her daughter and collapsed without a sound. The father just kept repeating, “That’s my Aarohi… that’s my baby…”

They flew her back on Children’s Day — November 14.

When the plane landed, the entire Mumbai Crime Branch was waiting. They had bought her balloons and a new frock, sky blue this time. But the moment the little girl stepped out and saw the sea of khaki uniforms, she did something no one expected.

She ran.

Not away — toward them.

Tiny legs pumping, arms outstretched, she threw herself at the nearest officer and laughed — the purest, clearest laugh that had been missing from the world for half a year. The officer, a tough man who had seen everything, felt his eyes burn. He lifted her high, and she wrapped her arms around his neck like he was family.

Her parents were crying too hard to walk. So the policemen carried their daughter to them.

The mother touched her face again and again, as if checking she was real. The father fell to his knees and pressed his forehead to his child’s tiny feet, sobbing words no one could understand except God.

And the little girl? She just kept smiling, looking from her parents to the officers and back again, completely unaware that she had turned an entire police station into a sobbing, laughing, praying family.

Six months of darkness ended in one hug.

Aarohi is home now.
The kidnapper is still out there, but that is tomorrow’s fight.

Today, a mother is singing lullabies again.
Today, a father is smiling in his sleep.
And somewhere in Mumbai, there are policemen who will never forget the weight of a four-year-old girl in their arms — the weight of an entire life returned.

Sometimes the uniform doesn’t just catch thieves.
Sometimes it carries lost children all the way back to their mothers’ hearts.

[Raheal Anjum @terhab]

@TheFigen_ @fanofaliens Why do people do that ? What are they going to get in preventing your posts ? I don’t understand.

[Raheal Anjum @terhab]

@BhavikaKapoor5 Hi

[MG 🇮🇳 @mgnayak5]

Proud of our Army 💪

*A Heartwarming Story From Indian Army*

One Grizzly Bear (Himalayan Brown Bear) family used to visit us at xxxx post in Siachen. Initially, only during nights.

We started keeping food for the family.
Their confidence in us developed over a period, and they even started coming during day.

There was also a bear cub about an year old. It used to come with his mother, but after about 6 months, it was either deserted by the mother or got lost. Then it started roaming alone, but it had problems, since the dogs in the post wouldn't let it come close.

When we saw this, we started tying the dogs. The confidence grew and it started to come close.

We named him Bahadur after the Company's name- Bahadur Company.

For a few days, we couldn't see Bahadur. One day, one of my posts, which used get cut off due to 60 feet of snow, reported that Bahadur is roaming around with his head stuck in a tin box.

This post was about 800 metres from my Company Headquarter.

I took 6 boys with me and went to rescue the bear myself. It's not that I wasn't concerned about boys safety; but I still decided to do the rescue.

When we reached the place, the bear was roaming with the tin box around its head, over a cornice probably without food for last 3 days. It was making circles on the cornice. _(Cornice - An overhanging mass of hardened snow at the edge of a mountain precipice.)_

Basically, cornice is a false extension of ground made by hard snow over a period of time, and it can't take too much weight.
It can break off and can lead to an Avalanche.

So, it was very difficult to go closer to the bear to rescue it.

I found the lightest boy from my group and briefed him to go close to the bear and tie the rope around his neck.

We also tied a rope to the waist also to pull him in case the cornice breaks down.

This boy was nervous to get close to the bear.

After about over 3 mins, I decided to rescue the bear on my own.

The bear was approached by me on my knees and I pulled him out of the cornice as quickly as possible to avoid breaking off the cornice.

After bringing the bear to safety, we tied it with ropes to take it to our xxxx post, where we could release him after removing the tin box.

It took almost a kind of surgery to cut the tin box without damaging the ears and neck of the bear.

We gave him food and released him after taking all safety precautions. When we released him, he didn't go away for a good 3 hours.

But after that it became part of my Company.

Whenever we shouted his name -Bahadur, it always appeared from nowhere.

It still comes to the post for food.

Although the Story is very Heartwarming, please do also take a moment to appreciate the very difficult conditions and the environment the Indian Army is guarding our Borders. Furthermore, do also see and acknowledge the accommodation they are staying with bare minimum amenities. It takes a special kind of men to do this.

A big Salute to the Soldiers of the Indian Army. Jai Hind!

Some videos👇🏼

[Raheal Anjum @terhab]

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@KarishmaAziz_ Hey @grok who is this person ?