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“He has told us that He is the hungry one. He is the naked one. He is the thirsty one. He is the one without a home. He is the one who is suffering. These are our treasures, she said, looking at the rows of pallets in the caravanserai. They are Jesus.”

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Mother Teresa, born Anjeze Gonxhe Bojaxhiu, was one of the most renowned religious figures of the 20th century. Born on August 26, 1910, in Albania, she passed away on September 5, 1997. She was the founder of the Missionaries of Charity in Calcutta, India, and is known for her selfless care for the poor and the sick. Mother Teresa was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize in 1979 and was canonized as a saint. more

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