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Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 24 Eve of the New Order In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             Earned leadership is a blessing; assigned leadership is a burden   "Am I going to have to spank this little kitty to teach you a lesson?" Rio asked sweetly. Mercy vigorously shook her head in denial. "So you don't want me to do this?" Rio began energetically rubbing her fingers over the moist cunt. I was distracted from the rest of that exchange by Barbie Lynn's recovery. She climbed up my body, cheeks still full of my cum and staring at me with a mischievous hunger. At the moment I thought we were going to mimic the cum-swapping trick Ms. Lane and I had done, she went in another direction. Barbie Lynn leaned forward within inches of Vivian's face. Vivian reacted by pulling away, knocking the back of her skull against the headboard of the bed. "Barbie Lynn, I am not kissing you, and I am certainly not kissing you with Zane's, seed/semen in your mouth," Vivian insisted. Barbie Lynn mumbled something that sounded somewhat like 'but you'll like it' and did her best to look sexy, innocent, and inviting all at once. She would have had me convinced that brushing my teeth with uranium hexafluoride was the best thing for long term dental health too. Barbie Lynn pressed forward, Vivian held her back by putting a hand on each shoulder, and then Barbie Lynn transferred one of Vivian's hands so that it now supported one of Barbie Lynn's dangling tits. Realistically, Vivian was better at Karate than Barbie Lynn and could have blocked/resisted the blow, but Vivian had the ability to be remarkably compliant at the weirdest of times, like right now. Barbie Lynn was really close to doing as promised. "Please don't," Vivian asked softly. Barbie Lynn went one step further; she tapped her forehead to Vivian's forehead, smiled at her, and sat up, ready to swallow at last. "Wait, don't!" Rio cried out. She switched direction so that she was beside Barbie Lynn and they were the ones now actually kissing and letting my semen travel from tongue to tongue. When Rio got her share and then some, she spun rapidly back to Mercy and slapped that girl's thigh, motioning her up on her knees facing Rio. As Mercy reached the appointed position, Rio took her head in both hands and bore into a powerful oral exchange. One blowjob with three recipients, not my normal wake-up routine. That aforementioned bunch of guys is going to crucify me, upside down. Mercy went from slightly hesitant to rather animated in seconds, keeping tight to Rio as Rio tried to withdraw. Mercy's tongue lashed Rio's mouth a few more times before Rio pushed her back. "You like that, my Bang-bunny?" Rio taunted Mercy. "Do you like Zane's cream on your tongue and going down your throat?" "Yes," Mercy responded shyly, "yes, I like it very much." I waited for 'can I have another' and an inappropriate chorus from 'Oliver'. Rio didn't see things that way. She wrapped Mercy up by the waist and kissed her once more. "Okay, but since you are such a lousy cocksucker I am going to make you practice on Zane every night at eleven until you get it right, at least until the end of the semester," Rio scolded Mercy. "If that is what you want!" Mercy beamed. "Lord Jesus, save me," Vivian prayed for sanity to return to the room. "Oh, no, you are not," Barbie Lynn challenged Mercy and Rio's little scheme as she rushed to my rescue. "Not every night, anyway," she added. Maybe not rushing to my rescue after all. "The next lady to lay claim to my sexual favors, I'm going to make French kiss Ms. Marlowe during breakfast at the Dining Hall," I threatened. "Spread the word." "How is that going to work?" Rio snickered. "I don't know, but I've done every other inconceivable thing I've set out to do so why should this be any different?" I gave her a lopsided grin. "Yes, all of this is very nice," Vivian lectured, "but Zane only has seven minutes left to take a shower downstairs." We started to stampede for the exit. "Robes, towels," Vivian reminded us. She was rapidly learning many of the important skills one needs to become a mother to teenagers, a cat wrangler, or a prison guard. The Dawn of the New Order, like it or not.   It started at 6:45 as we began filing out of the dorm toward the dining hall and breakfast. We received texts, or our dorm mothers received them if we didn't have that function, assigning us a tribe we belonged to. What was a tribe? No one seemed to have a clue what this entailed for us.   "So," Iona was the first to ask me, "What tribe are you part of?"   "My tribe's called the Mediator tribe," I responded. "What lame-ass name does your tribe have?" Iona blinked at me, took my phone from my hands, and looked at it while we walked.   "Mercy and I are in 17," Rio sneered. "Why did your group merit a name and ours didn't?"   "Because Zane doesn't have a tribe," Iona figured. "He is not of the mediator tribe; he's a mediator. The real question is, how many mediators are there and what is their responsibility?"   "I'm in tribe three," Vivian volunteered. "I do have a notation but no indication who to see about it." The conversations around us were going in the same general direction, the girls trying to figure what sort of disruptions this would cause. The teachers put a kibosh on students walking around and finding out where their friends were placed so the text and phone messages being tossed around were obscene.   The surprise going to breakfast had saved virtually all of the freshmen from Handmaiden's Duty but they snapped us up heading for Assembly. I had Frederica Nicholas who decided to make a game of her giving me a word and me having to create a poetic verse. I rapidly learned the more risqu my verse, the more touchy-feely she became. (And she is a Rhaine supporter, huh?) I am a glutton for sexual foreplay no matter where it comes from.   Entry into the Assembly Hall brought its own special form of confusion. All the seats had numbers for the tribes that could sit there. I didn't find my group anywhere but I did catch the fact that Christina's group had been broken up. I stopped by Heaven to put a comforting hand on her shoulder because she looked terribly unsettled before I approached Ms. Goodswell on the stage.   My spiritual advisor stood up, walked to the edge of the stage, and knelt down so we could talk privately.   "Hi, Teach. I can't seem to find my groups/tribe's area," I said pleasantly. "Can you help me out? Hell, can you tell me what's going on?"   "Zane, your seat is right over there," she said, pointing to a chair on the front row, aisle seat. She smiled sadly. "All I can tell you about this program right now is that I trust you." Oh crap, that didn't sound good. Sitting on the front row, the region normally reserved for seniors, was just as disturbing. I sensed an epic boning in my future and I was sure I knew who the chick with the strap-on was.   Chancellor Bazz came to the podium and led us through the first ten minutes of the session. I could tell she was simmering with anger and resentment over whatever the upcoming fiasco was, and she showed it. She introduced Vice Chancellor Scarlett, then sat down abruptly. Her enthusiasm wasn't muted; it was buried in the core of the earth.   "Greetings, students of Freedom Fellowship University; I believe we stand at the first step to a great, glorious, and blessed experiment," Vice Chancellor Doctor Victoria Scarlett began. Her plan did sound grandiose, was certainly going to be famous (or infamous), and whichever supernatural powers put their mark on this train wreck, I was sure we'd discover the Arch-angel Morningstar also had his sulfuric fingerprints on it when the CSI's were finally brought in.   The basics of the scheme: There would be eighteen tribes of fifty or more members. Each tribe had all four grades in it but was focused on declared majors so that the girls could support one another. Each tribe would internally determine how they would regulate themselves as well. Externally, relations would be overseen by the Mediator, yes, that was in the singular, as in one: me.   At this point, I was wondering if jumping up, shooting Scarlett in the heart, and crying 'Sic semper tyrannis' was appropriate. I didn't have a gun and realistically, Victoria didn't deserve death for what she was putting all of us through. A few days in a pillory would suffice. No, she was making me be the 'Man' of our academic community, our judge and arbitrator.   As for my job qualifications, or lack thereof; I am considered morally loose, if not downright deviant. I'm an eighteen-year-old boy telling twenty-one-year-old women what to do, I have no legal experience, oh, yes, and half the campus hates my guts. I almost missed it when Doctor Scarlett added that Vivian would remain my guardian.   Maybe Vivian would throw herself in the path of a sharpened pencil, pen, or stylus aimed at my heart by any number of the young ladies that wanted me dead, just like a Secret Service Agent.   "You will be informed of the location of your first meetings. Each tribe will meet at eight o'clock tonight and tomorrow night to create the foundations of your group," Doctor Scarlett informed us.   "Tribes five and seventeen will be meeting in the Solarium of Alan Smithee dorm, if that is okay with Mr. Braxton." Victoria looked my way. I stood up in case anyone missed my discomfort for being called out and actually asked by a lead educator for anything resembling permission on this campus.   "Eight o'clock tonight?" I questioned. "I don't know if that works for me. I have a Brazilian body wax at eight and have scheduled my eyebrows to be plucked at 8:45, plus there is a new episode of NCIs: Los Angeles at nine."   "How about they promise to keep the noise level down?" Victoria volleyed right back at me without missing a beat.   "Very well, Doctor Scarlett, if you personally guarantee their behavior, I'm okay with them using my room," I allowed. I couldn't provoke Scarlett and I couldn't embarrass her, so I was back to facing her rear-bound artificial cock catching up with my behind. I sat back down. Victoria quickly exited center stage and a bitter Chancellor ushered us through the last of the service.   I waited outside the Assembly Hall for my friends and my Handmaiden for the moment, Theresa Yates. Christina and Chastity caught up with me first, both giving me a curious look.   "Bro," Rio sneered as she and Mercy joined us, "we need to discuss your future abuse of power, bribes and kick-backs you are going to get. Nice banter with ol' Scarlett too."   "Yes," Christina said sarcastically, "being flippant with the Vice Chancellor backfired so spectacularly the first time, it definitely needed repeating." Her criticism really sucked because I always secretly wanted her to think well of me.   "What's your plan?" Chastity prodded me. She was always helping me out when she got the chance. As she finished, Iona, Hope, Faith, and Heaven showed up.   "They split us up," growled Heaven. "Do something, Zane."   "He just found out about this," Iona responded before I could. "Give it time and combined, we will come up with a solution together." I sighed with some relief at her assistance and then I blinked. The powerful kiss I planted on Iona's lips caught everyone off-guard.   "Freaking brilliant!" I complimented her gaily, giddy with glee. I didn't have an actual plan yet but I had a direction to propel my thought toward. With my mind awhirl, I caught sight of Theresa moving past me on her way to class.   "Hey, Theresa," I called out. "What are you having me do today?" She looked a bit shocked.   "Zane, we are no longer allowed to call on you for Handmaiden's Duty," she informed me.   "Oh, He, ck no," I choked out. "Who says?"   "The Vice-Chancellor declared you to be outside the tradition," she stated sadly. I wasn't going to stand for this. Victoria was building a wedge between me and the rest of the student body.   "Iona, do that tech-thing that you do and inform the ladies that by the authority vested in me as mediator, I am reinstating myself as part of the Handmaiden's duty until, over half of the tribal leaders petition that I do otherwise," I announced.   "By tech-thing, do you mean send a text message with an accompanying e-mail to all the students on the school registry?" Iona regarded me quizzically.   "Zane," Chastity worried, "are you sure you have the authority?"   "Of course he has the authority," Rio declared. "He's the freaking mediator." Sometimes I would really like to get a word in before the conversation runs away from me.   I swatted Iona on the ass, she squawked.   "Chastity, this is clearly a game of chicken, so why not see how far Scarlett is willing to go," I replied. The look Christina gave me restored my faith in me; her eyes beamed at me, alight with an intellectual fire. I had one last thing to do while the chaos boiled one last time before the ebb: I hugged Rio.   "I want you to break into Gabrielle's place," I whispered in her ear, "wait for her to come get you, and tell her this: There is no Cordelia Dresden."   "Back off, Joker," Rio punched me. Rio trusted me not to put her in harm's way if I had another choice and Gabrielle knew that Rio would be the last person any sane individual would trust to do this.   She gave no hint of a reply to my request. The assumption was, if Cordelia didn't know what we were up to, she couldn't figure out a way to stop us, and right now I wanted a way for us out of her little game here at FFU. My current theory was that the girl I knew as Cordelia didn't exist before she came here, she was an invented personality, and I wanted to know who the inventor was.   Oh yeah, back to my actual life where my academic and social lives were in upheaval because my current nemesis (or one of them anyway) was a crusading idealist. I swear to God, if I survive this place, I will never forgive Aunt Jill for not sending me to the University of Hawaii, which was my first choice for college. All I had to worry about there was hurricanes, tsunamis, volcanoes, and the wrath of the island spirits for despoiling virgins, simple shit.   "Zane, you will discuss the merits and sins of the concubines of King Solomon with me," Theresa said, as she passed me her backpack to carry. Life rolled back to semi-normal and we separated to make our way to our first classes of the day. That illusion took another ill turn when I entered English class with Ms. Goodswell. She gestured for me to come to her desk before the lesson began.   "Zane," she informed me softly, "none of the female teachers or administrators at this school can give you orders, only suggestions. Only Doctor Jennings may truly compel you to do anything."   This bombshell was the reason she said she trusted me back in Assembly. The only one making me do the right thing was me. I had never considered me Mr. Responsibility before so I was in for a crash course in having authority over 900 students and 100 teachers. I told Virginia Goodswell about my decision concerning my Handmaiden's Duty to get her input, then compelled her to treat me as any other student, because apparently, I'm in charge of students now.   "There are old soldiers and there are bold soldiers, but there are very few old, bold soldiers," she reminded me. "Never forget, no matter how dark it may seem, Zane, you are never alone."   "I could always use a picture of you in a white, low-cut bikini to inspire me," I hinted.   "Mr. Braxton, by the authority vested in me by the mediator, I order you to take your seat so we can begin classes," she smirked. Oh, the irony: stymied by my own hubris.   Celia Wanamaker snapped me up coming out of English class. Vivian was waiting for me and Raven was in tow, right up until Paige snapped her up. Celia had me name a biblical character for each letter of the alphabet. Paige had Raven quote bible verses, backwards. As if there was any doubt my day could get worse, it did so immediately.   "Oh, the great Priest-King approaches!" screeched Rio on seeing me. "We all must genuflect, that's kneel down until your head touches the ground for you stupid bitches, until the Mediator passes." The horrible, horrible thing was that dozens of confused girls started doing just that.   "Hold on," I held up my hands for attention, "Hold on. Rio is mistaken. Genuflecting is only done during the Holy Days of Christmas, Good Friday, and Easter."   Okay, I made that up off the fly and I figured that I wouldn't be at school for Christmas, and Good Friday and Easter were next year and I'd worry about that then. For now:   "Emily, Rebecca, Henrietta, and Magdalena, please carry Rio to her next class, by the legs and arms," I instructed some of the closest students. "If a door or other object gets in the way, don't hesitate to use her head as a battering ram."   "Damn, Bro, that's harsh," Rio giggled from the floor. I knelt beside her.   "Yeah," I whispered, "like being man-handled by four girls isn't going to turn you on."   "Don't tell them that," she whispered back. I rose and continued on to class. A wiggling, squirming, cursing, and fighting Rio followed us.   I went through the same rigmarole in Biblical Archeology. I told the teacher that using my authority over students, I was instructing her to instruct me as if I was any other student, because I was a student and this was the area of my authority; right? She bought into my reasoning with some relief.   "How was it?" I mouthed to Rio once class was well on the way.   "Two hands all the way up the thigh, one knows I forgot my undies and was thoroughly soaked, two titties grabbed," Rio described what she'd been subjected to, "and I got to bite Magdalena's ass. I love those soccer player asses. You are most likely the best friend I will ever know; thank you."   "Always willing to help a fellow pervert out," I grinned back. Rio winked, then returned to work. I needed all the humor I could get because it was going to be a long damn day. By the time I made Marksmanship at three o'clock, I was damn happy to shoot something. I got some relief by having my best day ever, scoring a 53 (out of a possible 100) at the range. When I finished, I noticed a large number of my club mates standing close by.   WOMEN and the WORLD at LARGE   "Yes?" I questioned the ladies clustered behind me at the firing line.   "Oh, we are huddling behind your manliness," Daphne, one of the better shooters, joked.   "Manliness? Daphne, you just shot an 87. Hell, if you ladies want to be safe, stand in front of me, because apparently that's the one place my bullets don't go," I chided her.   That was a slight exaggeration. I was a pretty good shot out to 50 meters, but when I have to use binoculars to even see the target some of these girls are nailing, I know I have a long way to go.   "Zane, police your station," Hope instructed me. "Everyone, it is time for field training." This was the other part of marksmanship, sneaking around and spotting targets in the woods. We didn't use live rounds but it was still fun stuff.   "Gung-ho!" I responded to Hope. I'd heard that this was the battle cry of an Asian-American unit in World War II; Japanese I think.   "I'm Korean, Zane," Hope tried not to chuckle. "We are not exactly friends with the Japanese."   "If I stop saying it will you ask your Daddy not to come?" I inquired hopefully.   "If you keep saying it, I'll stop telling my Father I can't live without you," she countered.   "You can't live without me?" I questioned.   "Of course I can live without you, but I had to think of something to stop him from parachuting here in the dead of night and slitting your throat," she confided.   "You are joking; right?" I worried. Hope was nonresponsive as we got our gear together for the hike. "Hope, tell me that was a joke." Once we passed into the forest, Hope was quiet, business-like and nothing but. We were a mile into our trek when Hope settled down to study the environs. Per procedure, Hope watched to her front and left; I crouched at her back, facing away, and watched to our rear and Hope's right.   We would stay this way until Hope set up on the target, which was when I became her spotter. Since we weren't there yet, I scanned my area one more time, then cupped my right hand and reached behind me until I touched Hope's ass. I waited for a reaction of any kind but none came. Three seconds later I began to gently coast along her posterior, lightly squeezing her buttocks and rubbing along her cleft.   With a careful ear, I caught Hope's breath gaining in intensity. A few seconds later, she reached back and tapped my arm lightly so I stopped. Hope then rose carefully and we continued on our way. During the entire encounter, neither one of us had deviated from our watchfulness, which gave the whole situation a greater erotic appeal for me.   "Zane," Hope caught my attention as the last rifle and bullet was secured away, "I really wasn't sure how you would deal with me, being better than you. How do you do it?"   "All the training and skill in the world isn't worth a damn if you won't fight," I tried to explain. "A willingness to fight without talent is a waste. Hope, you didn't defeat me; you beat me."   She seemed to be searching for my definition of those two terms.   "Let's walk over to Orienteering before Heaven pops," I suggested. "We can both pin Heaven down but short of killing her, I'm not sure how to stop her." Hope chuckled at that assessment and nodded. "Hope, you put me on the mat and made me tap out, you beat me. You haven't discouraged me from coming at you when I feel I'm more capable, you haven't defeated me."   "Beating implies physical dominance but defeat is a state of mind," Hope replied as she stripped my definitions bare. I swung back my hand to spank her ass. Hope flinched slightly as instinct recognized the incoming blow and dictated a menu of responses, most of which involved causing me pain. I spanked her left ass cheek; Hope yelped and glared over her shoulder at me in feigned annoyance.   "You are a very verbose wench," I shook my finger at her.   "Do you want them to perform an extensive autopsy to figure out where I stuck that finger or are you going to remove it from my face right now?" she challenged me mirthfully. I stepped to her side, draped an arm around her waist; a second later she hesitantly echoed the gesture.   When we got to Orienteering, Hope and I parted company and I joined my fellow students as Heaven stood before us. The silence dragged on, and on until I finally felt compelled to raise my hand.   "Yes, Zane?" Heaven asked sweetly. You know; that 'sweetly' that says, I have an iron skillet to the head in my immediate future.   "Class? Are we going to have class today? Please?" I mumbled.   "I don't know, Zane," Heaven glared at me with a vicious smile stitched to her face. "Do we have your permission to have class today? Apparently we need to." Oh, fuck-buckets; Hope had probably had the same instructions and blown them off; Heaven was going a different way.   "I understand," I announced with dignity as I stood and walked up beside Heaven before facing the rest of the class. "As your appointed mediator, I think we should come forth and pray on the matter. All of you come to the front and kneel in a semi-circle; you too Heaven." I put a hand on her shoulder and put pressure on her to kneel beside me, right beside me.   The girls gathered around, Heaven was on her knees only inches from my crotch with her eyes flickering from my hard cock (I'm giving strong consideration to slamming that bastard in the middle of the US Tax Code to make it calm down) to my eyes. Soon I was in the center of a waist-level sea of slightly swaying female heads.   "Let us pray," I intoned. "Lord, guide us and give us strength to be true to ourselves, have faith in the gifts of insight, determination, and self-worth you have given us. Also, give us the vision to see what is wrong, the knowledge to understand when we hear things that are nonsense, and the will to forge past those words so that we find our own voice. In Jesus Christ's name we pray; Amen." "Amen," the girls said, at varying volumes and with varying conviction. They were all there, on their knees, staring at me. I swear to God, if one of them had 'Bahhed, I'd have died on the spot. "Okay, who believes I'm more qualified to teach this class than Heaven?" I began. Two girls started to raise their hands then self-consciously reversed direction. "You are all correct; I am totally unqualified to teach this class. I am totally unqualified to tell any of you to do virtually anything. I don't know more about life than any of the rest of you do. At eighteen, I'm younger than most of you. I'm a guy, nothing more. You ladies don't need me. Really, do any of you have any need of me whatsoever?" "Sex," blurted out of the mouth of Ruth, one of the senior club members. No one said anything for a few seconds. Okay, I could deal with this. "Fine, sex. With the Purity Pledge here, do any of you think you would need me for sex?" Twelve of the fourteen girls raised their hands; counting Heaven made it thirteen. I wanted to be anywhere else but in the deathtrap of my own creation. Screw that; I wanted to crawl into a deep, dark hole and pull the dirt in behind me. "We hear you are really good at it," Benios tried to explain things to me. "Brandi told us all about blowjobs. Those seem safe enough with the Pledge," Michelle added. Heaven started snickering at my expense. "All right, everyone," Heaven raised her voice as she stood up, accidentally squeezing my cock through my pants as she did so, "let's get started, and if no one screws up today, we can have Thursday's class in Zane's bedroom." We finished the last class for the day and started leaving our outdoor classroom when Ruth put her hand on my lower arm. "Zane, does a blowjob violate the Purity Pledge?" she asked. That wasn't really what she was asking. Why would I know the specifics of a pledge that everyone knew I hadn't taken? No, what she was asking was if she could experiment with oral sex with me. The other girls were not so surreptitiously hanging around for the answer. "Honestly, I don't believe that fellatio is an acceptable alternative to vaginal sex unless it includes cunnilingus," I bullshitted. I believed that, but I was hoping the lingo would buy me an exit. "What?" Ruth stammered. "Oh, I know that," Michelle giggled. "Fellatio is when you take a man's phallus and put it in your mouth, and cunnilingus is when a man puts his mouth, down there," she pointed at her crotch. "Zane, do you do that too? Put your mouth, Ruth hounded me. "Sure," I confessed. "Every man should, but in reality, it is more than tongue work", I wiggled my tongue, "but finger work too. All you have to do is think how your fingers feel down there, except this time they are under someone else's control and you have a strong, flexible muscle added to the mix." I instantly knew I was missing something with this audience. "You touch yourself; right?" I questioned. By many of the guilty looks, I could tell that most of the class had, but a surprising number hadn't, Ruth included. "I never have," Ruth replied. "I was afraid I'd stop being a virgin." I nodded, walked over to the closest tree, and banged my head against it. "That's enough for today," Heaven intervened. "We can pick up this wonderful, non-orienteering discussion next time." She ushered me away. I was rather thankful to get away and into the company of someone I trusted. "Are you ready for tonight?" "You mean am I waiting to pack your tight ass and drag my fingernails over your back until I draw blood? Yes," I grinned down at her. "Evil!" she giggled. "You are sinister, vile, and an aberration to all that is pure in the world." "Well, you are purely wonderful," I countered. "So is this a case of opposites attract?" "Do you like to see me that way?" my transvestite lover teased. "Your legs on my shoulders as I drive into you; on your hands and knees; you looking down at me as you slide down that first time, your ass cheeks bouncing, with my hands kneading them as you face away, but most of all, with your head on my chest, asleep, your hair spilling over your eyes as you lay there, that's the best," I related. "How can you be lusty and sweet at the same time?" she murmured. "It's how you make me feel, Heaven," I explained. "It is no mystery, you are that good to me." "Best boyfriend ever," she whispered, as she hugged my arm tight. On the final approach to Heaven's dorm, she gave me a nudge. "So, how did you beat the ten-second rule?" Heaven prodded me. "We have a ten-second rule?" I questioned. "We don't, silly; it's Hope's rule," Heaven grinned. "No one holds her for more than ten seconds. She has, had proximity issues." "We were intimate," I pointed out. "That probably helps." "I hope so," Heaven laughed. "The first time Christina and I barged into her room, we found ourselves staring down the barrel of a gun. Chastity was her roommate and she nearly freaked because she didn't know Hope had an automatic, much less slept with one under her pillow." "Note to self: never climb in Hope's window looking for a midnight hook-up," I sighed. "Hey," Heaven playfully grumbled, "if you are crawling in anyone's window for some late-night booty, it had better be my window and my booty you are after, Mister." "Or what?" I teased. "Are we back to me being in a deep, dark hole, you with the only key, dressed up for me in black strips of leather?" That description dated back to our first day on campus together when she hated my very existence. "Bitch," Heaven growled with frustrated desire. "I'll see you at the car in ten minutes, then." I gave a double pump of the eyebrows and left. We had been invited by Officer Danica Campbell of the Lancaster PD for a barbeque so we could get reacquainted. It was something Heaven was really looking forward to (not that I minded). Danica's house needed a little yard work but was otherwise an unremarkable ranch style house with an attached carport. Heaven's hands kept fluttering at her sides and straightening out her skirt. Me; I was in a long-sleeved pull-over and jeans and was having a much easier time of it emotionally. My only problem was our timetable; I had to be back before nine. We could smell the burning charcoal from the front yard but I indicated to Heaven that we weren't friends enough to simply walk around back unannounced. We rang the doorbell, then rang it again. Heaven was going for a third, nervous try when Danica opened the door. "Hey, you two, come on in," she greeted us, and stepped aside so we could enter. The first aura I detected in Danica's home was of benign neglect; the house was inhabited but no one actually lived here. Everything looked old but not worn, except for one chair and the cabinet around the TV which had VHS tapes (?) and scores of DVDs from the past ten years. Danica was in a lumberjack shirt, jeans, and deck shoes with a noticeable lack of bra, panties, and socks. "I'm glad you two showed up," Danica said, talking to us as we followed her through the living room to the kitchen. We could see the grill cooking away on a concrete patio through a sliding glass door. "I almost showed up last night," Heaven blurted out, then looked mortified. "You would have had to wait a while," Danica joked. "I worked last night." "I would have put her to sleep on the doorstep, covered her in a blanket, and given her a garden gnome to use as a pillow," I joked. Heaven blushed furiously and punched me in the arm. "Be careful, Mister Braxton," Danica threatened me with a wink, "I have handcuffs, pepper spray, and a taser, behave." I was hoping that comical exchange would have reduced the tension. It almost worked. As Danica opened the sliding glass door, she turned to say something. I have no idea what it was that got into her but at that point, Heaven threw herself at our hostess, wrapped her arms around Danica's neck, and kissed the lady cop. Danica staggered out the door onto the patio, grabbed the doorsill before they toppled over, and after her obvious moment of panic, put her other arm around Heaven's waist. Third Wheel Syndrome was kicking in for a while as the two kept tickling each other's tonsils and rubbing their bodies together. "I, ah, wanted to kiss you since I talked to you on the phone," Heaven finally said. Danica stroked a finger along Heaven's left earlobe, wiggling it back and forth. "Mission accomplished," Danica smiled. "You don't date much, do you? That's not a condemnation; it's just, you have a raw intensity I haven't seen in a while. I like it." Heaven looked ready to dive into another lip frenzy when our hostess held her up. "Let's check on the grill, unless you like your pork chops and chicken burnt as hard as the coals that made 'em." Heaven gave Danica enough lead to make it to the grill and open it up. My friend coughed and choked as the smoke billowed out; it was Heaven's first outdoor barbeque, or at least the first that didn't involve a professional pit master and a whole steer. "Give her some room," I cautioned Heaven. "I hear those things are hot." It was my first time too, but they had similar things in Thailand so I wasn't totally lost. Eventually, I was forced to wrap my arms around Heaven from behind to keep her from bouncing all over the place. Her enthusiasm didn't bother me; she was fun and felt she had a lot of catching up to do. We chatted about her work and our school machinations. Danica made a crack about me and women putting me on my back, funny like a crutch. We gathered in her living room; it was the only room that had the seats to meet our needs with the meat, coleslaw, hush puppies, and lima beans to eat. There was the promise of sherbet if dinner didn't fill us up. Things were going so smoothly that I almost missed Danica's little ploy. "Heaven, since you are getting a beer, would you get me one too," Danica off-handedly mentioned. We were finishing up the meal and washing it down with the appropriate beverage, lemonade in my case and beer in theirs. "Sure," Heaven smiled warmly, and off she went. She didn't hear Danica get up and follow her into the kitchen, though Danica did give me a wink. The moment Heaven pulled the two lagers out of the refrigerator, Danica slipped up behind her and pressed her body into Heaven's. For a second, Heaven thought it was me and was looking over her shoulder to chastise me. I was following but was hanging back. "Zane, then she noticed it was Danica, "Huh?" "Hey, Precious," Danica purred to her, "it seems your hands are occupied;" gesturing to the beer in each. Danica stretched her arms around and cupped Heaven's breasts and began massaging them. Heaven tried to twist around but Danica didn't let her. She bit into Heaven's neck instead, sucking up and down from ear to shoulder. "The last time you snuck up on me; now it is my turn. How does it feel?" Danica continued. She pressed Heaven up against the refrigerator door, grinding her there for a while before letting Heaven turn and faced her. "It feels good," Heaven gulped, "but I know some other things I want to do to you that are better." Danica answered that by sensually sliding down Heaven's body until she was kneeling. From there she lifted Heaven's skirt, pulled down her double panties and started making kissing/slurping noises that made Heaven shudder in anticipation. Danica was bobbing in a slow, languid style that was pushing the tranny toward her own internal blaze. I saw the opportunity to come up and relieve Heaven of her beers before she dropped them. Heaven's hands dropped immediately to Danica's head and trembled with the desire to push Danica farther and farther down her cock. Danica held her off, having more blowjob experience than Heaven and I combined. I took the time offered to remove all our shirts and Heaven's bra before alternating kissing Danica's neck and back while playing with her tits, and going to Heaven and kissing her and teasing her nipples with my teeth. She was over-eager and was tapping Danica's crown inside a minute, indicating the shortness of her fuse. Heaven gave a muted squeak followed by, "Oh, God, that's so fucking good, take it, oh, God, take it!" Danica did a masterful job of soaking up everything Heaven had to give and draining her dry afterwards. Danica had to hold Heaven's hips to stop my lover from sliding to the ground on her ass. "I think we will all be passing on the sherbet," Danica grinned while licking her lips. Heaven nodded, first shakily but soon with much more assurance. I kicked off my shoes in my own endorsement of this plan and we were soon all migrating to Danica's bedroom. Heaven, new to the romantic aspects of sexuality, dove straight onto the bed and shimmied out of her skirt. Danica and I stopped at the foot of said bed and shed our pants (and underwear for me). As Heaven looked at us, I pulled Danica's hair aside and began kissing her from right beneath her ear down to the nape of her neck. Danica responded by pressing her backside into me and gyrating her ass on my crotch. Danica ran her left hand behind her back and began moving it sensually along my stomach to the base of my cock and up again. Her right hand stroked my thigh and hip on the other side. I countered by moving my left to her left breast, mauling it but leaving the nipple unmolested for now. My right hand went in a serpentine fashion to her crotch and hovered right above her clitoris. We played tag with our intimate parts long enough for Danica to start sweating and moaning against me. "Why aren't you married, again?" she snickered. "Oh, yeah, you being eighteen and all." "Are you too much woman for one man?" I countered. "Actually, I've been looking for someone special," she confessed, but she wasn't looking at me when she said it. That wasn't lost on Heaven either; her jaw dropped. "Don't freak," Danica reassured her. "I know we don't have much in common, I'm a townie and you're a rich girl from somewhere else, but we have until spring if you want to hang out." It took Heaven a few moments to digest that. "I'd like that, Danica; I'd like that a lot," she smiled. "Well, I'd like it if you came over here and kissed me before your boyfriend drives me totally nuts," Danica teased her. Heaven got on her knees and waddled to the end of the bed to join us. "Wait," Heaven said at the last second, eyes wide with surprise. "I have a boyfriend and a girlfriend, I rock!" and then she dove into Danica's lips. Danica was propelled into me by Heaven's passionate embrace. She reciprocated by moving her hand off my hip and onto Heaven's semi-rigid cock. Heaven's phallus hardened quickly enough and she upped the tempo by buoying up her breasts and initiating a nipple fight between her tits and Danica's, wow, a freaking advantage I hadn't thought of. "Let s, Danica gulped for air " get on, the bed. I want some, of this, in me," she pulled on Heaven's cock. Oh, yeah, this was the Heaven-Danica show and I was second fiddle, and I felt it was glorious. 'You are known not by what you do but by what you leave behind,' or so yet another saying goes. Danica and Heaven were happy with one another, even if only for a little while. That 'while' included Heaven retreating up the bed as Danica followed and I pursued her. "Have you been a good girl?" Danica quizzed Heaven. "Do we need a condom?" clarified the issue. "No, no, I've only been with Zane," Heaven answered. "That's hardly a ringing endorsement for safe sex," Danica chuckled. "Damn, that's just cold," I groaned. "For your information, if my partner wasn't a virgin, she was someone I know intimately." "So you are not doing it with that Warlord chick living in your house now?" Danica persisted. "How do you even know about that? It happened Sunday," I wondered. "Zane," Danica sighed patiently, "I'm a cop and your house is like two miles away." "Can we get back to concentrating on the sex?" Heaven grumbled. "I'll wear a condom if you want. I'll wear a harem girl outfit if you want, as long as it leads to sex with you." "That won't be, necessary," Danica murmured as she positioned Heaven's cock between her labia then began to push down. I was working out what my place in this could be when I spotted the bottle of lubricant (generic) boldly sitting on Danica's nightstand, not very subtle at all. I shifted over, got the bottle, then got around behind them once more. "Can I join in?" I asked. "I trust you," Danica purred. Silly her; I'm behind her with a source of lube and a passion to use it. I poured some out on Danica's cleft and let it ooze down toward her cunt. I let it cascade over three fingers before sealing it up again. With my left hand, I began working a finger into Danica's anus, and with my right, I worked another into Heaven's. "Oh," Danica grunted, as I slipped past her sphincter. Heaven's response was to moan sensually. It took me a little while to not only work a finger in but a second one in as well; then the fun began. With Heaven, I began both pumping and making a series of circular motions; with Danica, though, I pressed down until I was counter-massaging Heaven's cock through the walls of her rectum and cunt. "Oh, my fucking God!" shouted Danica. "That feels great; she's really grinding against me." "Keep that up," gasped Heaven. "I, I can feel your fingers." Okay, I got this one right. I could also feel the sympathetic impulses growing between Danica's vaginal walls and Heaven's cock; they weren't going to last long. Drilling Heaven's butthole in rapid-fire fashion sent her crashing ahead of the wave. "Dan, Dan, Danica, Hell, yeah!" Heaven screamed as she slammed upward into the lady cop. Danica's back bowed and a low growling noise reverberated through her body. Both tried to use their anal muscles to grind my finger bones together; for the orgasms they were riding through, it was worth it. Danica shivered through one last orgasmic burst then settled gently down on Heaven. Heaven reached around with her arms and ran them up and down Danica's back. Our hostess pushed off her lover's body with her elbows on the mattress and kissed her nose. "That felt wonderful," she smiled down at Heaven. Heaven didn't immediately respond. "Is something wrong?" Danica worried. "I, um, it was really nice, Danica, but, Heaven worked through the words. "But?" Danica asked. "But I think I'm into guys," Heaven gave her worried confession. "I'm sorry; what we did felt good but what sent me over the top was, " "Oh," Danica seemed to deflate. "Hold on," I intervened, even as my fingers were still slowly working them both. "Heaven, you liked Danica's blowjob; right?" "Yes. It was wonderful," Heaven brightened up. "She's, you are, she looked into Danica's eyes " the best I've ever had." "Still, you like it up your ass, don't you?" I prodded. Heaven bit her lip and rolled her head to the side. Danica pushed herself onto all fours and sighed. "Well, damn," she sighed, "I was sort of hoping, " "Danica, would you consider screwing Heaven's ass? Giving it a chance?" I hazarded. "I'd give it a shot," Danica replied after a moment's hesitation. Being with a girl was new; being with a transgender was new; and now being the driving force in anal sex was going to be new too. "I'll get dressed and go out to the car," I winked. "Surprise, surprise; I worried something like this would happen so I brought a few things along." I was afraid that when I got back from the car with my backpack holding the strap-on, that a chill would have set in. I shouldn't have worried; Danica was surprisingly passionate and Heaven was sheer surprise itself. They were cuddled face to face exchanging small kisses and stroking each other's hair. "I just want you both to know," Danica held up a warding hand, "if that thing is longer than my arm, I'm calling this off." I presented the device for her approval and while it could be intimidating, it wasn't scarier than Heaven's normal equipment. "I'm glad that's going into you and not me," Danica ended up teasing Heaven. Not to be outdone, Heaven rolled onto her stomach and wiggled her upraised ass in the air. "Oh, she's begging for it," Danica laughed. "Yes, she does, and if you think that's sweet, imagine how nice it is to wake up with her ramming that pole in while riding you," I painted the picture. "Is there any position she doesn't like?" Danica inquired. "I'm right here, my ass up in the air. Please, somebody do something," Heaven whined. "Not that I know of," I ignored Heaven's plea. "You could try it in the shower, bent over the sofa, heels up in the La-Z-Boy, or hanging from the pull-up bar, she's quite strong." "Oh, hmm, thanks, Zane; I'll explore those opportunities," Danica grinned. "Hello, ass here, needs stuffing," Heaven became more insistent. "She's shameless," Danica teased happily. "Absolutely," I laughed, "but if one of us doesn't fulfill her needs real soon, violence will ensue." "Zane, you warm her up and I'll figure out how to put this thing on," Danica instructed me as she took hold of her sexual toy. "About damn time," Heaven panted as I worked my first finger in again. I'd oiled up several fingers before handing the lube to Danica to prepare her artificial cock with. Heaven's anus was already pliable from our activity so it took only two minutes to work the second and third finger in. By that time, both Danica and Heaven were ready. "This is weird," Danica mumbled, as she placed her phallic head against Heaven's sphincter. "Let me know if this, she got out before Heaven pushed back and gasped. "Doesn't that hurt?" "Makes me feel full," Heaven gasped. "Push." Danica did indeed push, and spanked Heaven for good measure. Now that I was freed up again, I elected to recline beside Heaven and watch her get fucked by Danica. Heaven and I made eye contact; that totally free, blissful look was exceptionally special for me. I'd seen Heaven afraid far too often. I'd seen her furious far too often as well. "Zane," Heaven perked up, "get over here. I want your cock. I want it coming and going." "Revenge," taunted Danica. Heaven and I had given Officer Campbell simultaneous oral and anal sex, and now Heaven was getting the same treatment. I sat my ass on the pillow in front of Heaven's face, legs spread wide. She grabbed my cock in both hands (my cock is so massive, its ability to block out the Sun often cows primitive tribes, or maybe Heaven has small hands) and yanked it forward somewhat painfully until she could lick the tip. "Come on, Zane," Danica egged me on, "take hold of her head and fuck her like a cheap slut." A shudder passed head to foot through Heaven's body and she gave out a small sob. "Heaven," I asked cautiously, "do you want to stop?" "I'm being fucked like a slut, Zane," she replied tearfully. "I'm being fucked like a slut." You never know with some people. Danica gave me a worried look so I gave her a quick smile and a nod. Heaven wanted to be a woman, but almost as important was that she wanted to be seen and treated like a woman. It may have played out in Heaven's imagination that she had gone to some seedy bar looking all hot and sexy, then a couple had picked her up so they could treat her like a bad little girl. I raised my hips, feeding more of my cock into Heaven's mouth. "Spank your bitch's ass," I teased Danica. She responded by alternating noisy but not very painful slaps to our tranny's buttocks. Heaven wanted the tease, not the real pain, and Danica was right there for her. Once we had a good rhythm going, I could feel Danica's cock slamming at its deepest impact, Heaven squirming and squealing with the pleasure and her tongue and throat swirling around my oral intrusion. She slurped and sucked desperately while a small amount of drool marked her cheek and jaw. Heaven began making whimpering noises along with the grunts when Danica drove in deeper. All the sizzling sex I'd been forced (yeah, right) to watch sent me over the edge first. "Heaven, babe, here it comes," I chanted several times before I finally did shoot gobs and gobs, so much it shot out her nose and mouth. Okay, not really that much, but I certainly felt some relief. &l

It's Christmas Day for racing purists all around Australia and we cannot wait to throw ourselves head first into Derby Day. Three Group One's await us at Flemington as well as the $10million Golden Eagle at Royal Randwick. All of this and plenty more in this week's SULTS' SPECS.Other segments included in this week's episode:The Sultan's SupperPack Ya Nags2 UNITSOutro: Hot Action Cop - Fever For The Flava2 UNITS are proudly supported by Betfair, Australia's only and the world's biggest betting exchange.Our South Australian set is powered by Dare to Dream. A racehorse ownership initiative giving you a chance of owning your own share of a racehorse with reputable trainers at an affordable price. Head to www.daretodream.com.au for more informatio n.Imagine what you could be buying instead. For free and confidential support call 1800 858 858 or visit gamblinghelponline.org.au

Thanks to Allstate for sponsoring today's episode! Click here [https://bit.ly/4mbToM0] to check Allstate first and see how much you could save on car insurance.Don't miss a moment of the NASCAR Cup Series Championship! Tune in live for the ultimate finish this Sunday, 3 PM Eastern on NBC and Streaming on Peacock.This week, Larry Chen (@larry_chen_foto) stops by to talk about his brand-new photo book, Life at Shutter Speed — a behind-the-lens look at two decades of the world's wildest car culture — and his unbelievable trip to Brunei. Larry takes us inside the Sultan's hidden garages, where hundreds of ultra-rare cars sit sealed away like automotive treasure — and shares the stories he can't post online about the world's most secret collection. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

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In the Early Modern period the boundaries between Christian and Islamic civilisations were far more porous than we imagine: Isaac Newton's library included Arabic biographies of the Prophet Muhammad; the Tudors dressed in Ottoman fashion; and Europe's scientific revolution and cultural identity were deeply entwined with Islamic thought.Professor Suzannah Lipscomb is joined by Dr. Elizabeth Drayson who reveals a Europe built on eight centuries of Islamic achievements.MORE:Islam and the ElizabethansElizabeth I & the Sultan of MoroccoPresented by Professor Suzannah Lipscomb. The researcher is Max Wintle, audio editor is Amy Haddow and the producer is Rob Weinberg. The senior producer is Anne-Marie Luff.All music courtesy of Epidemic Sounds.Not Just the Tudors is a History Hit podcastSign up to History Hit for hundreds of hours of original documentaries, with a new release every week and ad-free podcasts. Sign up at https://www.historyhit.com/subscribe. You can take part in our listener survey here: https://insights.historyhit.com/history-hit-podcast-always-on Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

durée : 00:58:13 - Le Cours de l'histoire - par : Xavier Mauduit, Maïwenn Guiziou - Sidi Mohammed ben Youssef naît en 1909. Il devient sultan en 1927, sous le protectorat français, puis roi du Maroc en 1957, après l'indépendance du pays et jusqu'à sa mort en 1961. Comment le Maroc passe-t-il du modèle du sultanat à celui de la royauté ? Quel rôle joue Mohammed V ? - réalisation : Thomas Beau, Cassandre Puel - invités : Benjamin Badier Docteur en histoire, spécialiste du Maghreb contemporain

Dr. Ryan Sultan is a Board Certified Adult and Child Psychiatrist, researcher and Assistant Professor of Clinical Psychiatry at Columbia University Irving Medical Center. He is also in private practice with expertise in the evaluation and treatment of ADHD. One in six American boys is now diagnosed with ADHD. In France, it's one in 200. American children are diagnosed with ADHD at rates 30 times higher than other Western nations. We consume 80% of the world's ADHD stimulants despite being 4% of the population.There's no blood test, no brain scan, no biological evidence this "disorder" actually exists - just subjective checklists and lines of questioning. In this essential episode, Dr. McFillin challenges the validity and reliability of ADHD diagnosis, and what unfolds is a stunning revelation about how 7 million children ended up on amphetamines. References:MTA Study (Multimodal Treatment Study of ADHD):MTA Cooperative Group. (1999). A 14-month randomized clinical trial of treatment strategies for ADHD. Archives of General Psychiatry, 56(12), 1073-1086.Molina, B. S., et al. (2009). MTA at 8 years: Prospective follow-up of children treated for combined-type ADHD. Journal of the American Academy of Child & Adolescent Psychiatry, 48(5), 484-500.Key finding: No difference in outcomes between medicated and non-medicated groups at 3-year and 8-year follow-upsCDC ADHD Statistics:CDC. (2022). Data and Statistics About ADHD. Centers for Disease Control and Prevention.7.1 million US children diagnosed with ADHD (11.4% of all children)15.5% of boys diagnosed vs. 7.5% of girls1 in 6 boys aged 4-17 diagnosed with ADHD3.3 million children aged 3-17 currently on ADHD medicationRacial Disparities in Diagnosis of ADHDDSM-5 Field Trial Reliability:Regier, D. A., et al. (2013). DSM-5 field trials in the United States and Canada. American Journal of Psychiatry, 170(1), 59-70.ADHD kappa reliability: 0.61 (research settings) to 0.35 (clinical practice)Financial Data:ADHD medication market: $19.8 billion (2024, Market Research Reports)10-fold increase in stimulant prescriptions: 1990-2024 (DEA production quotas) Faraone, S.V., Sergeant, J., Gillberg, C., & Biederman, J. (2003). The worldwide prevalence of ADHD: Is it an American condition? World Psychiatry, 2(2), 104-113.Funded by Johnson & Johnson (pharmaceutical company)Co-authored by Joseph Biederman (who later had to admit taking $1.6 million from drug companies without disclosure)What This Article Inadvertently Reveals:The Diagnosis Shopping Game: The article admits that using DSM-IV criteria produces the "highest prevalence rates" compared to other diagnostic systems. Translation: American psychiatry created diagnostic criteria that captures the most kids. This isn't discovering disease - it's widening the net.The 20-Fold Difference They Can't Explain: The article acknowledges a "20-fold greater prevalence of childhood hyperactivity in North America compared with England" in 1970s studies. Their explanation? Different diagnostic practices, not different children. So they're admitting the "disease" depends entirely on who's doing the diagnosing.The Admission Hidden in Plain Sight: The authors state that differences in prevalence "reflect differences in diagnostic practice rather than true differences in behavior." They're literally admitting ADHD prevalence is about diagnostic opinion, not biological reality.Even establishment researchers like Faraone admit that ADHD prevalence varies 20-fold based on diagnostic criteria used, not actual differences in children's behavior. They acknowledge it's diagnostic practice, not disease prevalence, that creates these massive variations. This 2003 paper proves psychiatry has known for decades that ADHD rates are artificially inflated by American diagnostic criteria.The Irony: This paper, trying to prove ADHD is universal, actually proves it's a diagnostic construct that changes based on which manual you use. That's not how real diseases work. Visit Center for Integrated Behavioral HealthDr. Roger McFillin / Radically Genuine WebsiteYouTube @RadicallyGenuineDr. Roger McFillin (@DrMcFillin) / XSubstack | Radically Genuine | Dr. Roger McFillinInstagram @radicallygenuineContact Radically GenuineConscious Clinician CollectivePLEASE SUPPORT OUR PARTNERS15% Off Pure Spectrum CBD (Code: RadicallyGenuine)10% off Lovetuner click here

The final instalment of the Cox Plate at The Valley as we know it has arrived. We preview the program in its entirety, as well as Specs from Royal Randwick and Morphettville. All of our Back and Lay's in this week's SULTS' SPECS.Other segments included in this week's episode:The Sultan's SupperPack Ya Nags2 UNITSOutro: The Darkness - Love Is Only A Feeling2 UNITS are proudly supported by Betfair, Australia's only and the world's biggest betting exchange.Our South Australian set is powered by Dare to Dream. A racehorse ownership initiative giving you a chance of owning your own share of a racehorse with reputable trainers at an affordable price. Head to www.daretodream.com.au for more information.Imagine what you could be buying instead. For free and confidential support call 1800 858 858 or visit gamblinghelponline.org.au

Landfills across African cities are catching fire and releasing methane, an invisible greenhouse gas with more short-term warming potential than CO2. Sustainable strategist Mohamed A. Sultan reveals how local communities are turning this crisis into opportunity, diverting hundreds of tons of waste from landfills and helping thousands of farmers adopt more sustainable techniques. Learn why cutting methane emissions is a win-win opportunity to drive down global temperatures while also creating more livable cities. (This ambitious idea is part of The Audacious Project, TED's initiative to inspire and fund global change.)Interested in learning more about upcoming TED events? Follow these links:TEDNext: ted.com/futureyouTEDAI San Francisco: ted.com/ai-sf Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

durée : 00:58:42 - Le Cours de l'histoire - par : Xavier Mauduit, Maïwenn Guiziou - À partir de 1912, de nombreuses tribus locales se révoltent contre les protectorats français et espagnols au Maroc. De l'éphémère émirat de Moulay Ahmed el Hiba à la République du Rif d'Abdelkrim, la résistance s'organise sur le territoire marocain pour contester la domination étrangère. - réalisation : Thomas Beau, Cassandre Puel - invités : Rachid Agrour Docteur en histoire contemporaine, spécialiste de l'histoire du Maghreb colonial et du domaine berbère

durée : 00:58:22 - Le Cours de l'histoire - par : Xavier Mauduit, Maïwenn Guiziou - En 1912, le Maroc est scindé en deux protectorats, l'un français, l'autre espagnol, tandis que Tanger est une zone internationale depuis la fin du 19ᵉ siècle. Qu'en est-il de la souveraineté marocaine dans les négociations jusqu'à l'indépendance de 1956 ? - réalisation : Thomas Beau, Cassandre Puel - invités : Antoine Perrier Docteur en histoire spécialiste de l'histoire moderne et contemporaine du Maghreb, chargé de recherche au CNRS et enseignant à Sciences Po

durée : 00:58:26 - Le Cours de l'histoire - par : Xavier Mauduit, Maïwenn Guiziou - Émir, calife, mahdi, sultan… Comment le pouvoir politique dans l'actuel territoire du Maroc a-t-il évolué au Moyen Âge, de dynastie en dynastie, jusqu'à l'apparition de la figure du sultan, sous les Mérinides, au 13ᵉ siècle ? - réalisation : Thomas Beau, Cassandre Puel - invités : Yassir Benhima Professeur d'histoire du monde arabe et d'islamologie à l'Université Lumière Lyon 2; Jocelyne Dakhlia Historienne, directrice d'études à l'EHESS, spécialiste de la Méditerranée musulmane et du Maghreb; Mehdi Ghouirgate Professeur du monde musulman à l'université Bordeaux-Montaigne et professeur associé à l'Université Mohammed VI de Rabat au Maroc

Auf meinem Smartphone habe ich viele Apps, die ich für alles Mögliche brauche: Nachrichten, Messengers, Sport, Uhrzeit; Wecker, Bibel, Wetter, Scanner und so weiter.Seit ein paar Jahren habe ich auch eine sehr kleine feine App, die gegen Stress helfen soll. Da gibt es viele nette Dinge, die man zur Entspannung tun kann: Klötzchen stapeln, mit Kreide auf einer Tafel malen, das berühmte "Ohne Fleiß kein Preis" in einer Tafel sortieren, Klötzchen sortieren, Bambusröhren zum Klingen bringen, ein sich wandelndes Prisma anschauen mit meditativer Musik im Hintergrund, Tischbillard und noch viel mehr. Wenn man ein paar von diesen Spielen gemacht hat, ist man quasi tiefenentspannt und völlig raus aus dem Thema, dass soeben noch Stress verursacht hat.Man kann natürlich auch noch andere Sachen machen, die helfen, aus der Tretmühle der Gedanken und des Stresses herauszukommen. Spazieren gehen, Musik machen oder hören, Singen und Rosenkranz beten.Ich merke immer wieder, dass ein in Ruhe gebeteter Rosenkranz die Gedanken auf das Leben Jesu lenkt und man einige Etappen mitgeht. Herz und Atem beruhigen sich und mir geht es so, dass ich nach dem Gebet, dass so ungefähr 20 Minuten dauert, viel wacher und aufmerksamer bin. Nichts hat mich abgelenkt und anderweitig beansprucht: keine Musik, kein Telefon, keine Nachricht die aufploppt.Es gibt tatsächlich auch Rosenkranz-Apps, die man sich aufs Handy laden kann, es betet jemand vor, und man kann mitbeten. Oder hier auf Domradio gibt es einige Angebote, um den Rosenkranz mit zu beten. Inspiriert wurde der Heilige Franziskus von Assisi bei seinem Besuch beim Sultan von den gebetsschnüren der Muslime mit den 99 Namen Gottes. Als er das gesehen, gehört und erlebt hat, war ihm klar, dass das eine gute Idee ist, um in konzentrierter Entspannung zu beten.Eine richtig gute Erfindung. Falls Sie im Rosenkranzmonat Oktober noch keine Gelegenheit hatten, es auszuprobieren, ergibt sich für Sie vielleicht heute die Gelegenheit. Es ist entspannend wie eine Anti-Stress-App und bringt sie ganz leicht mit Gott in Verbindung. Einfach mal probieren!

On this exceptionally creepy episode of Earthling Entertainment, Joe & Ryan have a chat with “Uncle Creepy” himself, Mr. Steve Barton! (00:58:21 - 01:42:11). The man partially responsible for making “Art the Clown” a worldwide phenomenon! He's an award-winning Film Producer, Published Author, Actor, and Sultan to all things Spooky. This is a segment you're not gonna wanna miss.But before that, take a journey of the imagination to Brazil, where we're not only covering the creepy Cryptid known as “The Capelobo”. We're also looking into “The Varginha Alien"! Then, do you have what it takes to conduct a paranormal investigation at the El Cortez Hotel & Casino in Las Vegas? We're gonna tell you how you might make that dream a reality on this week's Earthling Entertainment!

What an absolute treat we are in for with massive meetings at both Caulfield and Royal Randwick for Caulfield Cup and Everest Day. We will preview the two meetings in full as well as plays across the border at Morphettville, all in this week's SULTS' SPECS.Other segments included in this week's episode:The Sultan's SupperPack Ya Nags2 UNITSOutro: Gold Snafu - Sticky Fingers2 UNITS are proudly supported by Betfair, Australia's only and the world's biggest betting exchange.Our South Australian set is powered by Dare to Dream. A racehorse ownership initiative giving you a chance of owning your own share of a racehorse with reputable trainers at an affordable price. Head to www.daretodream.com.au for more information.Imagine what you could be buying instead. For free and confidential support call 1800 858 858 or visit gamblinghelponline.org.au

Matt and Karo have vastly different styles in life, Karo plans everything and needs 6 weeks notice, Matt lives in the moment. We examine the pros and cons of each when it comes to friendship. Check out our new Audible Original THE BUDDY SYSTEM Watch this episode on YouTube! Get MOTY merch at manoftheyearpodcast.com Man of the Year on Instagram, YouTube, and TikTok Matt Ritter on Instagram, TikTok, and X Aaron Karo on Instagram, TikTok, and X Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Who's responsible for all the crap swirling around in the middle of the ocean? Brian Belefant deserves at least part of the blame. For decades he worked in advertising and marketing, doing his best to manipulate people like you into craving things you truly don't need––Pepsi, Nissan, Taco Bell, Visa, Toyota, Pizza Hut, US Bank, Frito-Lay, and others. He made enough money to buy a lot of stuff, but the fuller his closets got, the emptier he felt. This book is a form of penance. And it's not a one-off. So much of what Brian writes deals with themes of consumption, waste, and American cultural imperialism. ‘The Sultan of Garbage' shares 4 tips on how to reduce waste and be a more responsible consumer. Brian's short stories appear in American Writers Review, Magpie Messenger, The South Shore Review, JAKE, Story Unlikely, The Blue Mountain Review, and Half and One. He's written two novels and a how-to book, Spouse Hunting: Using the Rules of Real Estate to Find the Love of Your Life (spoiler alert: it works). His novel ‘Egregious” was a finalist for the Unleash Press 2024 WIP Prize and was shortlisted for The Letter Review Prize.

Mark Knopfler is a celebrated guitar player and songwriter. And while his voice may not win awards for being pretty, his world-weary story songs fit his oakey-mellow vocals perfectly. Sultans of Swing of Dire Straits eponymous debut in 1978 catapulted Mark and the band to stardom with gold and platinum sales around the world. Though their 1979 follow up also sold well it didn't sell nearly as well as the first. So the band made a couple of changes. David Knopfler, Mark's brother and DS rhythm guitarist, left the band for other pursuits. And instead of recording in The Bahamas, Mark, John Illsley (bass) and Pick Withers (drums) relocated to New York with legendary producer Jimmy Iovine. Jimmy's connection to Bruce Springsteen led to E Street Band pianist Roy Bittan joining the sessions and really giving texture, rhythm and soul to Knopfler's songs. Though the timeless Romeo and Juliet wasn't a hit in the US, it has become a classic in pop culture for romantic scenes. Expresso Love gives Mark a chance to rip a fun solo while sharing the spotlight with Bittan on Tunnel of Love, Solid Rock and classic rock radio staple Skateaway. Though these songs are great on Making Movies, they really shined on the 1984 live album, Alchemy - one we have reviewed and one of The Wolf's very favorites. If you're a Brothers in Arms or Greatest Hits only fan, we think you'll like this one as the piano, the guitar and Mark's lyrics set landscapes and tell the stories of a man trying to make it in the fast-paced world of rock n roll! Check out our new website: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Ugly American Werewolf in London Website⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Twitter⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Threads⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠YouTube⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠LInkTree⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠www.pantheonpodcasts.com⁠ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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The Sultan of Garbage is a “captivating exploration of self-discovery and a reflection on the immense garbage we generate both externally and internally, and urges readers to contemplate their own paths amidst the chaos of modern life.” Brian Belefant started his career as an advertising copywriter, writing hundreds of commercials for major brands, from Nissan to Pepsi. His short stories appear in American Writers Review, Magpie Messenger, Story Unlikely, Libretto, and Half and One. He has written two novels and a how-to book, Spouse Hunting: Using the Rules of Real Estate to Find the Love of Your Life (spoiler alert: it works!). He is also an award-winning fine art photographer, a father, and the best friend of a goofball dog who loves everybody except Santa Claus. You can find Brian Belefant at https://belefant.com/ Instagram @oldcarsofportland Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/belefantTwitter/X: https://x.com/BrianBelefant

In this episode, Nick Parker sits down with Babir Sultan, owner of FavTrip convenience stores, to explore an unconventional approach to running a gas station business. Babir shares his journey from being a doorman in Brooklyn to becoming a tech-savvy entrepreneur who's revolutionizing the convenience store industry through social media, AI, and community engagement. Discover how FavTrip reaches nearly 20 million people monthly through organic social media content, why they deliberately chose not to sell liquor or lottery tickets, and how they're using AI to combat shoplifting. Babir discusses empowering employees through live streaming, the importance of knowing your strengths, and why staying local is more valuable than nationwide expansion. Whether you're an entrepreneur, a Lee's Summit resident, or someone interested in innovative business strategies, this conversation offers insights on blending technology with traditional retail, building authentic community connections, and pursuing your passion projects alongside business growth.

Mark Knopfler is a celebrated guitar player and songwriter. And while his voice may not win awards for being pretty, his world-weary story songs fit his oakey-mellow vocals perfectly. Sultans of Swing of Dire Straits eponymous debut in 1978 catapulted Mark and the band to stardom with gold and platinum sales around the world. Though their 1979 follow up also sold well it didn't sell nearly as well as the first. So the band made a couple of changes. David Knopfler, Mark's brother and DS rhythm guitarist, left the band for other pursuits. And instead of recording in The Bahamas, Mark, John Illsley (bass) and Pick Withers (drums) relocated to New York with legendary producer Jimmy Iovine. Jimmy's connection to Bruce Springsteen led to E Street Band pianist Roy Bittan joining the sessions and really giving texture, rhythm and soul to Knopfler's songs. Though the timeless Romeo and Juliet wasn't a hit in the US, it has become a classic in pop culture for romantic scenes. Expresso Love gives Mark a chance to rip a fun solo while sharing the spotlight with Bittan on Tunnel of Love, Solid Rock and classic rock radio staple Skateaway. Though these songs are great on Making Movies, they really shined on the 1984 live album, Alchemy - one we have reviewed and one of The Wolf's very favorites. If you're a Brothers in Arms or Greatest Hits only fan, we think you'll like this one as the piano, the guitar and Mark's lyrics set landscapes and tell the stories of a man trying to make it in the fast-paced world of rock n roll! Check out our new website: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Ugly American Werewolf in London Website⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Twitter⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Threads⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠YouTube⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠LInkTree⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠www.pantheonpodcasts.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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The Knights Hospitaler and the Ottoman Troops of Suleiman the Magnificent were well matched, with state-of-the-art cannonry and defenses, but it was Suleiman who commanded the Janissaries, the formidable household infantry troops loyal to the Sultan. Occasionally, though, they got out of hand; briefly, during the second truce after the second Siege of Rhodes, they entered the city and did things that Suleiman had promised wouldn't happen, such as plundering, smashing things in churches, and assaulting women. It was just for a little bit of a day, though, and then they were sorry. Which they showed by saying other troops did it. In the latest True Crime Medieval, Anne is fascinated by the Janissaries, and Michelle is very gratified to explain to us all the standardization of gunpowder and cannon material, which is actually much more exciting than this sentence made it sound. Also she found the first opera ever written in English. Of course she did.

Performer & writer Joshua Hinton digs deeper into his lineage to understand where he fits in, his organic & engaging performance in ‘A place in the Sultan's Kitchen' invites the audience to think globally, through sights, senses & tastes-with a banging chicken curry to finish.https://www.brisbanefestival.com.au/events/a-place-in-the-sultans-kitchenhttps://www.travellingsenorita.com

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In this week's episode, we journey to India to explore one of the Seven Wonders of the World – the breathtaking Taj Mahal. We uncover the history, myths, and deeper meanings of this architectural masterpiece, featuring insightful audio from Ted Ed that brings its legacy to life.Joining Leo for this adventure is special guest Mary Spender, adding her unique perspective on music, creativity, and timeless artistry. To keep the spirit metal, we crank up Leo from Frog Leap Studios' cover of “Sultans of Swing”—a fusion of classic groove and modern metal that mirrors the Taj Mahal's own blend of elegance and power.It's a story of love, loss, and legend, told through history and heavy riffs.Keep America Metal. Keep the Wonders Alive.

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Larry Chen is one of the most skilled and famous automotive photographers of this generation. His clients include auto companies, race car drivers, organizers, events, and everything in between. Most recently, he's known for his video series on Hagerty that showcases car culture around the world. From underground clubs in Tokyo to royalty in Asia, American muscle collectors to wheel makers, the show is a true look at every corner of the automotive world.Today Larry brings us the amazing story of how he got access to the Sultan of Brunei's cars; Larry's new photo book; and what it was like seeing his own Nissan GT-R featured on the prestigious lawn of The Quail. Larry's show: https://youtu.be/TWhimSwbxE4Patreon questions include:Car communities that challenged his expectationsGetting hit in the face by carsWhich point-and-shoot to getAutomotive personalities that inspire himThe Nissan Z Nismo manualShould he upgrade from his Supra to a different camera car?Is he Anthony Bourdain?And more!Recorded September 3, 2025  Show Notes:Car GurusBuy or sell your next car today with Car Gurus at cargurus.com. Go to cargurus.com to make sure your big deal is the best deal. Liquid IVDon't let the grind drain you. Ditch the Glitch with Zero Sugar and Zero Crash from Liquid I.V. Tear. Pour. Live More. Go to LIQUIDIV.com and get 20% off your first order with code TIRE at checkout. RulaRula patients typically pay $15 per session when using insurance.Connect with quality therapists and mental health experts who specialize in you at https://www.rula.com/tire#rulapod QuinceGo to Quince.com/TIRE for free shipping on your order and 365-day returns.New merch! Grab a shirt or hoodie and support us! https://thesmokingtireshop.com/ Use Off The Record! and ALWAYS fight your tickets! For a 10% discount on your first case go to https://www.offtherecord.com/TST Want your question answered? Want to watch the live stream, get ad-free podcasts, or exclusive podcasts? Join our Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/thesmokingtirepodcast Instagram:https://www.Instagram.com/thesmokingtirehttps://www.Instagram.com/therealzackklapman Want your question answered? Want to watch the live stream, get ad-free podcasts, or exclusive podcasts? Join our Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/thesmokingtirepodcast Use Off The Record! and ALWAYS fight your tickets! Enter code TST10 for a 10% discount on your first case on the Off The Record app, or go to http://www.offtherecord.com/TST. Watch our car reviews: https://www.youtube.com/thesmokingtire Tweet at us!https://www.Twitter.com/thesmokingtirehttps://www.Twitter.com/zackklapman Instagram:https://www.Instagram.com/thesmokingtirehttps://www.Instagram.com/therealzackklapman

Murat Tekbilek is a Turkish percussionist celebrated for his dynamic artistry and deep roots in Middle Eastern music. Growing up in a family of renowned musicians, he has performed since childhood and spent over a decade as the lead percussionist in his father Omar Faruk Tekbilek's ensembles. Specializing in darbuka, def, and bendir, Murat has appeared on stages worldwide, from intimate belly dance shows and weddings to international concerts and festivals. His career bridges Arabic and Turkish musical traditions, blending classical rhythms, Sufi influences, and contemporary collaborations, while carrying forward the vibrant legacy of his family's music into a new generation.In this episode you will learn about:- Early inspiration from Murat's father and uncle, who played in the legendary band The Sultans.- How being a Middle Eastern musician in the U.S. meant playing for diverse cultural communities.- Why eye contact and nonverbal communication are the secret to magical dancer–musician connection.- Differences between Arabic and Turkish music cultures in how percussion is treated.- Learning complex odd-meter rhythms in Turkish classical music and how they reshaped Murat's playing.Show Notes to this episode:Find Murat Tekbilek on Instagram, FB, and Youtube.Visit StackableDrills.com to sign up or try one of their free drill practices.Details and training materials for the BDE castings are available at www.JoinBDE.comFollow Iana on Instagram, FB, and Youtube . Check out her online classes and intensives at the Iana Dance Club.Find information on how you can support Ukraine and Ukrainian belly dancers HERE.Podcast: www.ianadance.com/podcast

Everyone has heard of Mecca. But few people outside Pakistan have heard of Makli, or “Little Mecca,” the sacred cemetery that is both the holiest place in Sindh and a UNESCO World Heritage site. The site is actually huge, with up to a million people buried there, so the “little” reflects respect for Mecca rather than the size of Makli. More important than Makli's size, though, is its beauty. From the fourteenth onwards, rulers and aristocrats from the local Samma, Arghun, then Mughal dynasties commissioned elegant carved stone mausoleums around the burial places of the saints who rendered Makli sacred. In this episode, we'll take an audio tour of its beautiful buildings, looking at their decorative symbolism and Arabic inscriptions, before delving further into the history of this extraordinary necropolis of the holy, powerful, and poor alike. Nile Green talks to Fatima Quraishi, author of Palimpsests Past and Present: The Sufis and Sultans of the Makli Necropolis (1380–1660) (University of North Carolina Press, 2026).

Healing With Angelica Podcast Presents: “The Importance Of A Proper View Of The Honorable Minister Louis Farrakhan & The Nation Of Islam” With Student Minister Sultan Z MuhammadEpisode: 129Podcast Overview:In this episode, we sit down with Student Minister Sultan Z. Muhammad to uncover the truth behind the Honorable Minister Louis Farrakhan and the Nation of Islam. Too often, public opinion has been shaped by misinformation, leaving many with a distorted view. Together, we set the record straight by discussing Minister Farrakhan's mission, the Nation's role in uplifting Black communities, and why having the right perspective is essential in these critical times. Listeners will hear firsthand insights from Brother Sultan on the power of Minister Farrakhan's leadership, the impact of the Nation's teachings, and how embracing truth over propaganda can transform our lives, families, and future. This is more than a conversation it's a call to see clearly, think critically, and walk boldly in truth.Support this platform with a small donation to help sustain future episodes!DONATE|CONTRIBUTION Cash App :$healingwithangelicaZell: healwithangelica@yahoo.comVenmo: @healingwithangelicaApple Pay: 937-313-2466

RFI revient pendant l'été boréal sur les grands boycotts de l'Histoire, quand David fait trembler Goliath en usant de l'arme économique. De l'Irlande à Israël en passant par l'Afrique du Sud ou l'Inde, du lait en poudre au pétrole en passant par les bus de Montgomery, le boycott transforme le consommateur en citoyen, un mouvement d'expression et de colère qui fait pression sur les puissants. En 2019, l'acteur américain George Clooney fut à l'initiative d'un boycott qui fit reculer Bruneï sur la peine de mort en cas d'homosexualité ou d'adultère.  C'est une voix que tout le monde ou presque connait : « What else ? »  En 2019 George Clooney ne met pas sa notoriété qu'au service d'une célèbre marque de café. Sa voix, l'acteur américain l'utilise aussi pour défendre les droits humains.  Le sultanat de Bruneï, petit État d'Asie du Sud-Est à majorité musulmane, est sur le point d'instaurer la charia. La loi islamique prévoit — entre autres — la peine de mort pour les homosexuels et les personnes coupables d'adultère.  Le 28 mars, George Clooney appelle dans une tribune à boycotter les intérêts du sultan, en l'occurrence « neuf des hôtels les plus prestigieux du monde » détenus (via l'Agence d'investissement de Bruneï) en partie par le monarque. Il signe une tribune dans le magazine américain Deadline : « Cela fait des années que je pratique des régimes meurtriers, j'ai appris que vous ne pouvez pas leur faire honte. Mais vous pouvez faire honte aux banques, aux financiers et aux institutions qui font des affaires avec eux. Soyons clair, chaque fois que nous prenons une chambre ou que nous organisons une réunion que nous dînons dans l'un de ces neuf hôtels, nous mettons de l'argent directement dans la poche d'hommes qui choisissent de lapider et de fouetter à mort leurs concitoyens homosexuels ou accusés d'adultère. »  À lire aussiBrunei punit l'homosexualité de lapidation, levée internationale de boucliers Ambiance La tribune est à la une des journaux télé. Du chanteur britannique Elton John à l'ex-championne de tennis Billie Jean King, les stars relaient l'appel au boycott. De la star de télé Ellen DeGeneres au patron de Virgin Richard Branson. Les États-Unis, l'Union européenne, l'Australie protestent, mais rien n'y fait : comme prévu, la loi entre vigueur le 3 avril 2019.  Manifestations à Londres Dans les rues de Londres, quelques centaines de Britanniques se réunissent devant l'hôtel Dorchester lié au sultan. Aux cris de « honte à vous », ils appellent le gouvernement à rompre tout lien diplomatique avec Bruneï.  Le tollé s'étend aux acteurs économiques. La Deustche Bank interdit à ses employés de séjourner dans les hôtels épinglés. Plusieurs entreprises annulent leurs événements dans les établissements liés au Sultan.   Le 6 mai, l'appel est entendu du côté de Brunei À l'occasion du début du ramadan le sultan Hassanal Bolkiah s'adresse à son peuple : « Nous pratiquons depuis plus de vingt ans un moratoire de facto sur la peine de mort qui relève la loi héritée de l'empire britannique. (la common law). Ce moratoire s'appliquera également aux affaires qui relèvent de la charia ». En d'autres mots, le monarque recule sans pour autant vraiment céder puisque, si les châtiments prévus contre les homosexuels et les personnes reconnues coupables d'adultère ne seront pas appliqués, la loi islamique, elle, reste en vigueur.  En juin dernier, l'un des plus fervents activistes du boycott, l'Américain Jake Duke Mason saluait ce moratoire comme « une victoire majeure ». Mais rappelait que le combat continue pour une « abrogation totale de la loi ».  

The shortest war in history began at 09:02 on 27th August, 1896 - and was over 38 minutes later - when The British Empire, at the peak of its power, flexed its military might over the African island of Zanzibar. The drama began when the pro-British Sultan Hamad suddenly died, and his cousin Khalid bin Barghash decided to seize the throne without British approval. The British, who technically managed Zanzibar as a protectorate, issued an ultimatum: leave the palace or face the consequences. Khalid, full of confidence (or denial), refused. He barricaded himself inside with about 2,800 defenders, a handful of artillery, and a single yacht serving as the entire navy. When the Royal Navy opened fire, the beautiful wooden palace quickly turned into splinters. The Sultan's forces were completely outgunned, and by the end of the barrage, over 500 defenders were killed or wounded, the palace was in ruins, and the "navy" had been sunk. On the British side, one sailor sprained his shoulder. In this episode, Arion, Rebecca and Olly reveal what happened to Barghash after he slipped out of a back door; explain why the War proved a turning point in Zanzibar's relationship to slavery; and ask whether the wannabe Sultan had poisoned his predecessor… Further Reading: • ‘The Shortest War In History: How Long Was The 1896 Anglo-Zanzibar War?' (HistoryExtra, 2024): https://www.historyextra.com/period/victorian/shortest-war-history • ‘Sultanate of Zanzibar (1856–1964)' (BlackPast, 2016): https://www.blackpast.org/global-african-history/sultanate-zanzibar-1856-1964/) • ‘Coast and Conquest - History Of Africa with Zeinab Badawi [Episode 12]' (BBC News Africa, 2020): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8hKeMgH6A34 Love the show? Support us!  Join 

Four years after Josh Gates went on a journey to find the lost heart of Sultan Suleiman the Magnificent, he travels to the newly rediscovered town of Turbek for some shocking new revelations about the case. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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(01:08) As we step into Sultan Döner Kebab and Baklava on 6th Street in downtown Pittsburgh, owner Sinan Camozu moves with practiced precision as he operates a specialized machine imported from Turkey—one of a kind in our region. From it emerges impossibly thin sheets of phyllo dough, translucent enough to see your hand through, destined to become his extraordinary baklava.(07:43) "Nobody does this other than us," Sinan explains with justified pride. While most restaurants use frozen phyllo, Sinan creates his from scratch in a temperature and humidity-controlled room. The results yield pastries with a remarkable puffiness and delicacy that simply can't be achieved with mass-produced ingredients. The vividly green pistachios nestled within come directly from his wife Fatma's family farm in Turkey, where they tend hundreds of trees.A commitment to authenticity extends throughout the menu. The restaurant's namesake döner (meaning "spinning" in Turkish) features house-marinated meats being stacked and slow-roasted on vertical spits. Even the pita bread receives special attention, baked fresh twice daily rather than just once in the morning.Sinan came to America in 2009 simply to improve his English. "I wanted to explain my foods when I'm cooking to my guests," he shares. What was meant to be a one-year stay evolved into a permanent move and, eventually, the realization of an entrepreneurial dream—opening during the challenging days of the pandemic.Now, with a growing reputation among downtown diners, cultural trust visitors, and sports fans crossing the Clemente Bridge, Sinan has his sights set on expansion. His goal? Selling his handcrafted baklava across the United States. (31:24) Later in the episode, Catherine Montest recommends Albarino as the perfect summer wine for picnics and porch sipping, and Rick Sebak shares his special cowboy cookie recipe featuring ancient grains from Weatherberry Farm. Bring your appetite. Support the showLiked the episode? We'd love a coffee!

A Sea of Wealth: The Omani Empire and the Making of an Oceanic Marketplace (U California Press, 2025) is a sweeping retelling of the Omani position in the Indian Ocean. Here the reign of Oman's longest-serving ruler, Saʿid bin Sultan, offers a keyhole through which we can peer to see the entangled histories of Arabia and the Gulf, South Asia, and East Africa in the Omani Empire. In centering this empire, Nicholas P. Roberts shows how Arabs, Africans, and Asians actively shaped the conditions of commercial engagement in the Western Indian Ocean, uniting the empire's domains into a single oceanic marketplace in which Europeans and Americans had to accede if they wished to succeed. Drawing upon sources in three languages from four continents, A Sea of Wealth is a vivid narrative full of colorful characters that upturns many conventional understandings of our modern world. Nicholas P. Roberts was formerly Assistant Professor of History at Norwich University and the Howell Fellow for Arabian Peninsula and Gulf Studies at the University of Virginia. He is currently earning a JD at Case Western Reserve University. Ahmed Yaqouob AlMaazmi is an Assistant Professor of History at the United Arab Emirates University, with interests in the intersections of empire, science, slavery, law, environmental infrastructures, and material culture in the Arabian Peninsula and the wider Indian Ocean world. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/new-books-network

A Sea of Wealth: The Omani Empire and the Making of an Oceanic Marketplace (U California Press, 2025) is a sweeping retelling of the Omani position in the Indian Ocean. Here the reign of Oman's longest-serving ruler, Saʿid bin Sultan, offers a keyhole through which we can peer to see the entangled histories of Arabia and the Gulf, South Asia, and East Africa in the Omani Empire. In centering this empire, Nicholas P. Roberts shows how Arabs, Africans, and Asians actively shaped the conditions of commercial engagement in the Western Indian Ocean, uniting the empire's domains into a single oceanic marketplace in which Europeans and Americans had to accede if they wished to succeed. Drawing upon sources in three languages from four continents, A Sea of Wealth is a vivid narrative full of colorful characters that upturns many conventional understandings of our modern world. Nicholas P. Roberts was formerly Assistant Professor of History at Norwich University and the Howell Fellow for Arabian Peninsula and Gulf Studies at the University of Virginia. He is currently earning a JD at Case Western Reserve University. Ahmed Yaqouob AlMaazmi is an Assistant Professor of History at the United Arab Emirates University, with interests in the intersections of empire, science, slavery, law, environmental infrastructures, and material culture in the Arabian Peninsula and the wider Indian Ocean world. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/middle-eastern-studies

A Sea of Wealth: The Omani Empire and the Making of an Oceanic Marketplace (U California Press, 2025) is a sweeping retelling of the Omani position in the Indian Ocean. Here the reign of Oman's longest-serving ruler, Saʿid bin Sultan, offers a keyhole through which we can peer to see the entangled histories of Arabia and the Gulf, South Asia, and East Africa in the Omani Empire. In centering this empire, Nicholas P. Roberts shows how Arabs, Africans, and Asians actively shaped the conditions of commercial engagement in the Western Indian Ocean, uniting the empire's domains into a single oceanic marketplace in which Europeans and Americans had to accede if they wished to succeed. Drawing upon sources in three languages from four continents, A Sea of Wealth is a vivid narrative full of colorful characters that upturns many conventional understandings of our modern world. Nicholas P. Roberts was formerly Assistant Professor of History at Norwich University and the Howell Fellow for Arabian Peninsula and Gulf Studies at the University of Virginia. He is currently earning a JD at Case Western Reserve University. Ahmed Yaqouob AlMaazmi is an Assistant Professor of History at the United Arab Emirates University, with interests in the intersections of empire, science, slavery, law, environmental infrastructures, and material culture in the Arabian Peninsula and the wider Indian Ocean world. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/african-studies

In this episode of Mining Stock Education, host Bill Powers interviews private investor Sultan Ameerali, who delves into his investment journey with junior miner Minera Alamos (TSXV:MAI; OTC: MAIFF). Sultan discusses the rationale behind his initial investment into the company in 2018 and the factors that led to his decision to recently sell the stock. The conversation highlights the importance of developing and understanding your investment process, not falling in love with management, keeping watch over your ego and the risks associated with balance sheet issues in the junior mining sector. Both Sultan and Bill explore the balance between upside potential and downside risk, offering valuable insights for thoughtful investors in the mining sector. 00:00 Introduction to Mining Stock Education 00:45 Guest Introduction: Sultan Am 01:24 Initial Investment in Minera Alamos 02:59 Challenges and Setbacks 03:54 Recent Developments and Decisions 06:44 The Permitting Halo and Financing 08:41 The Transformational Acquisition 14:10 Ego and Investment Decisions 18:14 Evaluating Management and Opportunity Cost 21:14 Understanding Risks and Opportunities in Mining 24:28 Balancing Upside and Downside in Investments 25:21 Special Situations and Downside Protection 28:57 Reflecting on Investment Strategies 34:36 Evolving Investment Processes 36:30 Final Thoughts and Future Plans Press release discussed: https://mineraalamos.com/news/2025/minera-alamos-announces-transformational-acquisition-of-producing-gold-complex-from-equinox-and-appoints-jason-kosec-as-part-of/ Sultan's Twitter: https://twitter.com/SultanAmeerali Sultan's Website: https://www.consolidatedrock.com/ Sign up for our free newsletter and receive interview transcripts, stock profiles and investment ideas: http://eepurl.com/cHxJ39 Mining Stock Education offers informational content based on available data but it does not constitute investment, tax, or legal advice. It may not be appropriate for all situations or objectives. Readers and listeners should seek professional advice, make independent investigations and assessments before investing. MSE does not guarantee the accuracy or completeness of its content and should not be solely relied upon for investment decisions. MSE and its owner may hold financial interests in the companies discussed and can trade such securities without notice. MSE is biased towards its advertising sponsors which make this platform possible. MSE is not liable for representations, warranties, or omissions in its content. By accessing MSE content, users agree that MSE and its affiliates bear no liability related to the information provided or the investment decisions you make. Full disclaimer: https://www.miningstockeducation.com/disclaimer/

It’s hot outside, which usually means you can expect more crime too. Climate change alarmists are fearmongering over the risk of “megafires.” Looking to score drugs in Seattle? It’s easy at Third and Blanchard as city refuses to intervene. A shocking amount of sex offenders are still unrated in Oregon. // Big Local: A family-owned business in Sultan was ravaged by a fire. Redmond PD say a man broke into an automotive business in order to retrieve his phone. The Tacoma City Council missed the deadline to put a $20 minimum wage on the ballot and some speculate they did it on purpose. // You Pick the Topic: Bill Maher says the ladies of ‘The View’ are not a good look for women.

Stanley Kubrick, Eyes Wide Shut, Mohamed al-Fayed, Adnan Khashoggi, British intelligence, Julian Amery, Israel, Suez Crisis, Haiti, George de Mohrenschildt, CIA, Nasser, Lonrho, Tiny Rowland, Mayfair Set, Harrods, Sultan of Brunei, Jonathan Aitken, arms trafficking, Gerard Bull, Project Babylon, Le Cercle, Dutroux affair, Dodi Fayed, the rivalry between al-Fayed and the Khashoggis over Dodi, Prince Diane, the Dodi-Di romance, the death of Diane and Dodi, possible MI6 involvement, the Israeli link in the crash, the white Fiat Uno, Lyndon Larouche, the similarities between Robert Maxwell and al-Fayed, al-Fayed as a sexual predator, Kubrick's initial plans to use the Earl of Spencer's residence in Eyes Wide Shut, references to al-Fayed in Eyes Wide Shut, Kubrick's awareness of al-Fayed as a sexual predator, Punch magazine and Kubrick's lawsuit against, the break-in on the Eyes Wide Shut set, the white Fiat Uno reduxMusic by: Keith Allen Dennishttps://keithallendennis.bandcamp.com/ Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

We were delighted to welcome Dr. Ryan Sultan to the podcast, where he shared invaluable insights on safeguarding children from the potential harms of screen time, algorithms, and social media. Dr. Sultan is a distinguished, double board-certified psychiatrist with international recognition. Among his many areas of research expertise and featured specializations are ADD and ADHD. We took the opportunity to ask him a few questions about these topics, which are particularly relevant to many of our listeners. Enjoy.To learn more, visit Integrative Psychiatry.(00:00:40) The most important tactics when it comes to parenting ADHD children and how it's different than parenting neurotypical children.(00:04:30) Task initiation isn't an inherent skill for neurodivergent kids; it's a game-changer when we realize it's developed and practiced, not just known or picked up. (00:09:27) To medicate or not to medicate, that is the question. And study findings on early intervention with medication.(00:18:29) Parting thoughts from Dr. Ryan on the parenting struggles that come with neurotypical kids and neurodivergent kids in a digital age.Want to leave the TTSL Podcast a voicemail? We love your questions and adore hearing from you. https://www.speakpipe.com/TheThickThighsSaveLivesPodcast⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠The CVG Nation app, for ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠iPhone⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠The CVG Nation app, for Android⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Our ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Fitness FB Group⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Thick Thighs Save Lives Workout Programs⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Constantly Varied Gear's ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Workout Leggings⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠

Concerned about screen time—both your kids' and your own? Perhaps you're navigating the decision of when to give your child a phone, or maybe you're rethinking past choices. While we all strive for improvement in managing screen time, our aim isn't to condemn technology or advocate for device-free living.Today, we welcome Dr. Ryan Sultan, an internationally recognized, double board-certified psychiatrist who directs the Sultan Mental Health Informatics and Adaptation Lab at Columbia University. Dr. Sultan offers expert guidance on discussing algorithms and short-form content with your children, fostering independent thinking. We'll also delve into the spread of misinformation and reactionary content, as well as the correlation between screen time and depression. Tune in for his practical advice on immediate steps you can take to help your kids gain better control over their screen time, even if they're already knee deep.(00:00:58) Welcome Dr. Ryan Sultan to the podcast.(00:04:25) If you only get one thing out of this conversation, THIS is it.(00:09:28) What is actually happening in the brain when we're using our phones? (00:15:27) Talking to our kids about algorithms.(00:21:20) When to introduce screens to kids and what age to give a phone.(00:26:16) Neurodivergence and devices: a higher risk group.(00:30:12) Heavy social media use and depression, anxiety,and suicidal ideation.(00:33:31) Multiplayer video games: are they social media?(00:36:10) Setting boundaries: a medium between doing nothing and taking it all away.(00:43:28) Sultan Lab Big Data for social media and mental health guidelines.(00:48:18) Parents, we need regulation and it's NOT impossible.(00:53:42) Summary and what to implement in your household right now to get better control over screen time.(00:56:00) Where to find Dr. Ryan Sultan. Integrative Psychiatry is a psychiatry practice that takes a holistic, collaborative approach to mental health care. The Columbia-trained clinical team provides expert, evidence-based treatment for ADHD, anxiety, depression, substance use, eating disorders, and other mental health conditions. The clinicians combine psychotherapy, research-supported psychotropic medications, and expertise as adult, adolescent, and child psychiatrists to deliver patient-centered care that meets each individual's unique needs—supporting long-term mental well-being and overall wellness.The practice is led by Dr. Ryan Sultan, an internationally recognized, double board-certified psychiatrist. He also serves as an Assistant Professor of Clinical Psychiatry at Columbia University, where he leads the Sultan Mental Health Informatics and Adaptation Lab.To learn more, visit Integrative Psychiatry or Sultan Lab. References:Sultan, R. S. (2017). Off-Label Prescribing of Antipsychotics for Youths: Who Should Be Treated? Psychiatric Times, 34(9), 26.Sultan, R. S., Liu, S. M., Hacker, K. A., & Olfson, M. (2021). Adolescents with Attention-Deficit/Hyperactivity Disorder: Adverse Behaviors and Comorbidity. Journal of Adolescent Health, 68(2), 284-291.Sultan, R. S., Saunders, D. C., & Veenstra-VanderWeele, J. (2025). Protective Effects of ADHD Medication on Real-World Outcomes. JAMA Psychiatry.Want to leave the TTSL Podcast a voicemail? We love your questions and adore hearing from you. https://www.speakpipe.com/TheThickThighsSaveLivesPodcast⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠The CVG Nation app, for ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠iPhone⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠The CVG Nation app, for Android⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Our ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Fitness FB Group⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Thick Thighs Save Lives Workout Programs⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Constantly Varied Gear's ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Workout Leggings⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠

Join host Justin Forman as he sits down with Sadiq Edu, co-founder of Pika, in Lagos, Nigeria, for an extraordinary conversation about faith transformation, entrepreneurial courage, and the power of data to lift nations. Sadiq shares his remarkable journey from being the grandson of a Sultan to encountering Christ through a series of miraculous events, including being baptized by the Archbishop of Canterbury.This episode explores how God works through business to address both spiritual and financial poverty, the challenges of building a fintech startup in Africa's informal economy, and the importance of staying true to your calling even when it costs everything.Key Topics:The miraculous conversion story: From Islamic royalty to follower of ChristBeing baptized by the Archbishop of Canterbury after a divine appointmentBuilding Pika: Transforming Africa's $1 trillion informal retail sector through dataWhy you can't address spiritual poverty without addressing financial povertyThe cost of faith: Navigating family rejection while honoring God and spouseFrom Techstars rejection to acceptance: Trusting God's timing in businessHow bookkeeping apps can unlock credit, insurance, and economic development for 40 million tradersNotable Quotes:"You don't have the license to speak on someone's spiritual poverty until you've addressed their financial poverty." - Sadiq Edu"Entrepreneurship is pulling back all the noise to see what's true - whether in faith or business." - Justin Forman"If we lost everything tomorrow, doesn't matter. We know that the most important thing we have is Jesus." - Sadiq Edu

Mehmed II becomes Sultan in 1451 and immediately makes plans to conquer Constantinople.Period: 1448-53 Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

This is The Zone of Disruption! This is the I AM RAPAPORT: STEREO PODCAST! His name is Michael Rapaport aka The Gringo Mandingo aka Captain Colitis aka The Disruptive Warrior aka Mr. NY aka The Inflamed Ashkenazi aka The Sultan of Sniff is here to today with legendary actor/podcaster Alec Baldwin to discuss: Why he's even online & the ultra famous who use it, new journalism and being taken out of context through the years, how things change, his affinity for other actors & their performances, how he feels about his work, rear view mirror acting, becoming self directing, favorite directors to work with & what makes a great director, working with Woody Allen & Martin Scorsese, how he roots in sports, The actors that he has worked with & loves, being in awe shooting a movie, filming Glengarry Glen Ross, working on 30 Rock, having a "F*ck Off" & a whole lotta mo'! This episode is not to be missed! Stand Up Comedy Tickets on sale at: MichaelRapaportComedy.com Follow on YouTube at: https://www.youtube.com/@MichaelRapaport If you are interested in NBA, NFL, MLB, Soccer, Golf, Tennis & UFC Picks/Parlays Follow @TheCaptainPicks on Instagram & subscribe to packages at www.Winible.com/CaptainPicks www.dbpodcasts.com Produced by DBPodcasts.comFollow @dbpodcasts, @iamrapaport, @michaelrapaport on TikTok, Twitter & InstagramMusic by Jansport J (Follow @JansportJ) www.JansportJMusic.comSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.