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the world feels heavy tonight. thousands of miles away, the news is filled with falling planes, rising waters, and the quiet survival of people navigating through absolute chaos. you read about shootings, crashes, and disasters, expecting the worst every single time, only to be reminded that somehow, amidst the wreckage, life finds a way to hold on. some people don't make it back, and some people are left to carry the weight of staying behind. meanwhile, the calendar keeps moving forward. in just six days, mahnoor turns twenty-six. ten whole years since a tiny letter in a digital inbox changed everything. it’s a strange contrast watching the world fracture on one screen while celebrating the slow, beautiful folding of time on another. sixteen to twenty-six. a decade of watched growth, shared blood, and keeping promises across an ocean that doesn't feel so wide anymore. we survive the storms just to make sure we're there to answer the next letter.