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“A singular disadvantage of the sea lies in the fact that after successfully surmounting one wave you discover another behind it just as important and just as nervously anxious to do something effective in the way of swamping boats. In a ten-foot dinghy one can get an idea of the resources of the sea in the line of waves that is not probable to the average experience, which is never at sea in a dinghy.”

“A singular statement of commitment of Yahweh towards Egypt appears in the book of Isaiah: 'The Lord will strike Egypt, striking and healing; they will return to the Lord, and he will listen to their supplicants and heal them' (Isa. 19.22). A similar promise concerning Yahweh's redemption of Egypt is also found in the book of Ezekiel [29.13-14]. Moreover, Egyptians are considered as being circumcised (Jer. 9.24), a detail generally mentioned in order to distinguish the people belonging to the Alliance of Yahweh from others. This is mentioned especially concerning the king of Egypt (Ezek. 31.18). (p. 402) (from 'Yahweh, the Canaanite God of Metallurgy?', JSOT 33.4 (2009): 387-404)”

“A sister came to meet me the other day all the way from France, and the first thing she said was, "how can you even bear to live like this - working ceaselessly, with no one by your side to share your agony!" I looked up to her face with a gentle smile and said, "that's the price I chose to pay, my dearest, when I took up the responsibility to unify humanity." I am the thread that ties you all together - that's the purpose behind my existence, just like the sun's purpose is to give light and warmth. I exist to serve and I'll die serving. Fortunate are those who get destroyed in the service of others, for the highest use of life is to live for others.”

“A sister can be seen as someone who is both ourselves and very much not ourselves - a special kind of double.”

“A sister is not a friend. Who can explain the urge to take a relationship as primal and complex as a sibling and reduce it to something as replaceable, as banal as a friend? Yet this status is used again and again to connote the highest intimacy. True sisterhood is not the same as friendship. You don't choose each other and there is no furtive period of getting to know each other. You are a part of each other, right from the start. Look at an umbilical cord—tough, sinuous, unlovely, yet essential—and compare it to a friendship bracelet of brightly woven thread. That is the difference between a sister and a friend.”

“A six-foot-tall man—likely in his mid-twenties—appeared, effortlessly striking in a black shirt with the top two buttons undone, revealing a slim gold chain resting against the curve of his neck. His Adam’s apple moved with quiet confidence. He wore loose beige trousers held in place by a simple black belt, the look casual yet deliberate. A sleek watch clung to his left wrist, and the sleeves of his shirt were neatly rolled up to his elbows, exposing forearms toned just enough to notice. His hair dense, black, and brushed back, though a few rebellious strands had fallen onto his fore-head, softening the sharpness of his features. His lips—unexpectedly light pink—stood out against his warm wheat-brown complexion. Draped casu-ally over one shoulder was a bag that didn’t quite match the rest of him—delicate, almost feminine. It looked like something that belonged to his mother. He didn’t seem to care; he carried it like it was the most natural thing in the world. “What are you doing here?” he asked to Mohini, looking at Nia with sur-prise. He ran a hand through his hair, his gaze steady. “Your mom got hit by a suitcase, her knees are bleeding. Can you please ask her to do first aid quickly before it gets worse?” Nia stood up, her words tumbling out fast, her brow slightly furrowed. “What? You got hurt? How? Show me,” he said, sitting down beside his mother’s knees, his hand gently lifting the fabric to reveal dried blood on her clothes. “It must be a small scratch. It bled, but it’s stopped now—and see, the blood has hardened,” Mohini said in a casual tone, waving her hand as if to brush away the concern. “I know it’s not hurting you, but sometimes a small wound changes into something bigger if we don’t look after it at the right time. See, it’s almost time to board—please go to the restroom and wash it out at least. The amount of blood is not that small,” Nia said, standing again as she spoke, bending to grab her bag and finally managing to lift it onto her shoulder. “Well… thank you for taking care of my mom,” the man said, looking at Nia with deliberate attention, his eyes steady on hers. “He is my son—Dev,” Mohini introduced, her voice carrying quiet pride. “Nice to meet you,” Nia said, stepping sideways to leave the table space, her body angled toward the exit. “It was nice meeting you too, Ma’am. I have to go. Bye,” Nia smiled, giv-ing a small nod before turning away and walking off.”

“A skater goes through a lot of different feelings during a competition. Staying calm is the key point. You feel a little anxious, a little nervous, a little unsettled. That's when you've got to trust your feelings, trust your abilities. Believe in what you have worked for so long to achieve. Have faith in yourself.”