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Just over two weeks before, Jahrae had come face to face with Mohammed Omar in a remote Afghani village. Jahrae tentatively responded to a request to meet and forge some compromise, one that would allow the Taliban to give up its fight for Afghanistan, yet safe face. Although suspected of insincerity, llhaesa, who first received [...]

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The atypical mood washed upon and through her early, beginning just about when her eyes fluttered open with the encroachment of the sun, feeling some mysterious need to greet the new day at its first arrival. Surprising herself, Jahrae rose right at dawn, where a quick look out their eastern windows inspired her mind with [...]

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The email arrived three days before, going unopened and unread while the intended recipient spent the week working with her young students, busily preparing them for their public recital the previous night. Leading up to the concert, she spent time selecting and arranging the music, working full days instead of the usual half days. At [...]

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Back in her Old City flat, llhaesa’s first stop was her bath, both to relieve her of five hours of held back liquid as well as to shower off wind-borne sand deposited on her while walking about the island. Feeling refreshed, llhaesa threw on a pair of shorts and the first tee in her drawer, [...]

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Two years after regaining awareness of self, and along with this awareness of her mistreatment by the former Chief of Government, llhaesa faced rendering a decision on a matter she self-debated over the entirety of the two years. Should she pay a visit to the former Chief of Government? Should she come face to face [...]

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Standing on the edge of the park, three metres off the walk and into the well-manicured and emerald coloured grass, she stared across llhaesa t’yaeli boulevard at the restored middle property beyond. She ignored as best she could the roadway name, a name intentionally not capitalised in honour of the person the world claimed as [...]

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Jahrae only throttled down the sound, though her powerful first inclination was to reach for and depress the mute button. Conversing in her native Arrhazonan language, Jahrae endured, for the second time in two days, the raised voice of the Chief of Government, all of 484 trillion kilometres away, yet unfortunately sounding as if she [...]

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The first moment of conscious awareness was of her eyes fluttering open, though their bedside clock appeared blurry as she struggled to shake off eight sound hours of sleep. Jahrae pulled herself upright, her hands rising to wipe away the fogginess from her eyes. With a second glance at the clock, the time clearly showed [...]

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In her second favourite elemental setting, llhaesa half sat upon a stool at Berklee Performance Center in Boston, chatting with an audience of thirteen hundred on various issues, with a feminist central theme. At home and comfortable upon a stage and in interacting with a crowd, llhaesa fielded questions from the audience and in turn, [...]

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A week after Jahrae’s literal chair-shaking interview, llhaesa and Jahrae sat down with their daughters to watch the broadcast finished product on De La Relevancia. Addison and Sérada were with them, spending their night as they continued their alternating home schedule with their other set of parents next door, while Ahrella headed in the opposite [...]

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