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In this episode, we speak with Yalda Kazemi — mental health advocate, speaker, and author — as she shares the deeply personal and often unspoken truth of surviving severe postpartum depression, facing suicidal ideation and intrusive thoughts, and ultimately finding her purpose through healing. If you've ever struggled with mental illness, questioned your worth, or felt misunderstood, this episode will remind you: you're not alone. We want to hear from you. Please share your thoughts or leave us a voice message here: https://castfeedback.com/67521f0bde0b101c7b10442a Welcome to another powerful episode of Sh!t That Goes On In Our Heads, the 2024 People's Choice Podcast Award Winner for Health and the 2024 Women in Podcasting Award Winner for Best Mental Health Podcast. With over 1 million downloads, we're proud to bring you real and unapologetic conversations about mental health every week. Mental Health Quote of the Episode “Mental illness has no face. There is no look to it. You can appear put together and still be fighting the darkest battles inside.” — Yalda Kazemi Episode Description In this moving conversation, Yalda Kazemi shares her lived experience with postpartum depression, maternal mental health, and mental illness recovery. From being hospitalized in a psych ward to almost losing herself in the depths of postpartum psychosis, Yalda now uses her story to educate others, advocate for change, and empower families through their darkest moments. Listeners will gain powerful insights into the emotional complexity of postpartum mental illness and the importance of support systems, self-advocacy, and breaking stigma. Meet Our Guest – Yalda Kazemi Yalda Kazemi is a Speaker, Author, Mental Health Advocate, Educator, and Policy Consultant focused on dismantling stigma around mental illness. She is the founder of Yalda Kazemi Consulting and the author of Unapologetic Truths: The Realities of Postpartum We Don't Talk About. Yalda speaks widely on corporate wellness, resilience, and women's mental health related to postpartum, perimenopause, and menopause. Website: https://www.yaldakazemi.com LinkedIn: http://linkedin.com/in/yalda-kazemi-2864b129 Key Takeaways Mental illness is not a personal failing. It's not a choice, and shame should never be part of the equation. Recovery is possible. With support, medical care, and openness, healing can and does happen. There is strength in vulnerability. Asking for help is a sign of strength, not weakness. Actionable Insights Learn the signs of postpartum mental illness so you can recognize it in yourself or support others. Build open conversations around mental health in families, communities, and workplaces. Normalize seeking professional help through therapy, medication, or hospitalization when needed. Episode Chapters and Timestamps 00:00 – Introduction by G Rex and Dirty Skittles 01:10 – Yalda's background and why she speaks so openly 03:43 – Her childbirth experience and immediate emotional disconnection 05:23 – The moment of diagnosis and fears about medication 10:03 – Intrusive thoughts and psychosis escalate 13:34 – Yalda checks into the psych ward 15:22 – Talking to her son about mental illness 17:56 – Postpartum tools prepare her for perimenopause 21:00 – Facing judgment and stigma head-on 26:35 – Teaching her son about mental health 36:39 – Losing support from close friends 40:08 – Gratitude, healing, and daily self-care References Unapologetic Truths: The Realities of Postpartum We Don't Talk About by Yalda Kazemi: https://www.yaldakazemi.com/book Postpartum Support International: https://postpartum.net Mental Health Resource Guide: https://www.nami.org Subscribe, Rate, and Review Subscribe to Sh!t That Goes On In Our Heads for more honest, bold, and healing conversations around mental health. Rate and review us on your favorite podcast platform, or leave a review at: https://goesoninourheads.net/add-your-podcast-reviews We appreciate every voice. Your feedback makes this community stronger. #MentalHealthPodcast #MentalHealthAwareness #PostpartumDepression #MaternalMentalHealth #PerinatalSupport #MentalIllnessRecovery #SuicidePrevention #WomenSupportingWomen #MentalHealthMatters #BreakingTheStigma #YaldaKazemi #Grex #DirtySkittles #MentalHealthCommunity #PostpartumHealing #SelfCareIsEssential #PsychWardRecovery #UnapologeticTruths #PodcastForChange#HealingJourney ***************************************************************************If You Need Support, Reach OutIf you or someone you know is facing mental health challenges, please don't hesitate to reach out to a crisis hotline in your area. Remember, it's OK not to be OK—talking to someone can make all the difference.United States: Call or Text 988 — 988lifeline.orgCanada: Call or Text 988 — 988.caWorldwide: Find a HelplineMental Health Resources and Tools: The Help HubStay Connected with G-Rex and Dirty SkittlesOfficial Website: goesoninourheads.netFacebook: @shltthatgoesoninourheadsInstagram: @grex_and_dirtyskittlesLinkedIn: G-Rex and Dirty SkittlesJoin Our Newsletter: Sign Up HereMerch Store: goesoninourheads.shopAudio Editing by NJz Audio
In this episode of On Human Rights, we speak with Yalda Bari, a human rights advocate and expert in women's economic empowerment from Afghanistan. Yalda holds a Master's in International Economics from the Berlin School of Economics and Law and brings over seven years of experience with organisations such as GIZ, ILO, and USAID, where she worked to support Afghan women's access to the job market and build women-led businesses. She is also the founder of Bari Search Path, a company dedicated to empowering Afghan women through employment support and training. As a fellow at the Raoul Wallenberg Institute, Yalda is conducting research on the challenges faced by women-led businesses inside Afghanistan under the current political regime. Her work aims to document women's on-the-ground experiences and develop policy recommendations that can sustain and expand opportunities for financial independence in a deeply restrictive environment. “Businesses [are] an area of hope... they can still do activities from home. We need to address the challenges they're facing and support them to make the best out of this little opportunity.” In this conversation, Yalda shares insights from her research, the resilience of Afghan women, and the importance of listening to voices that are often left out of international discussions.
Dr. Yalda T. Uhls is the founder and CEO of the Center for Scholars & Storytellers (CSS) at UCLA, which is the only youth-centered organization to bridge the gap between social science research and media creation to help storytellers better reflect the lives of adolescents. She is an internationally recognized research scientist, educator, author, and expert on the science of media and adolescent development. Dr. Uhls' career bridges the worlds of entertainment and psychological research. She was a movie executive at MGM and Sony who earned an MBA and Ph.D. from UCLA.Follow for more stories of Bruin Success:IG: @bruinsuccesspodcastalumni.ucla.edu/bruin-success-podcast/Learn more about Dr. Uhls' work:The Center for Storytellers and Scholars @ UCLA: www.scholarsandstorytellers.com/CSS latest research: ourAmerican Dream study.TeenSnapshot report highlights how important safety and kindness are forteens. Newsletter link: Sign up for the CSS newsletter tostay up to date on new research, releases, and events.CSS 2024Impact Report.Link to learn more about the YouthEngagement Network.Link to learn more about the Youth MediaRepresentation Program.The Bruin Success Podcast is hosted and produced by Sara Mosgrove '18 and Lily Rosenberg '18, and brought to you by the UCLA Alumni Association. Thank you to our sustaining donors.
Portland Startup Week 2025 (06:55) is only 2 weeks away. Get the latest news on PDX Startup Week and all of the events, Portland startup raises $11.2M, some interesting guests in town, and a couple of startup applications that are due. Let's get into it…PORTLAND STARTUP LINKS- Photon Marine https://photonmarine.com/- Newlab https://www.newlab.com/- Pitch Black Podcast https://www.pitchblack.org/podcast/clarence-bethea- Show up for small business (Ankeny Alley) https://www.meetup.com/pie-portland-startup-community/events/307221148/- Portland Startup Week 2025 https://lu.ma/pdxstartupweek- Araceli Biosciences - https://www.aracelibio.com/ - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9jvx0Kaupm4- Oregon UAS Accelerator https://oregonuas.org/apply- TiE Oregon Columbia River Pitch https://www.tieoregon.org/pitch-oregon/columbia-river-pitch- Portland startup news weekly newsletter https://siliconflorist.substack.comPORTLAND STARTUP NEWS00:00 Portland startup news intro00:30 Celebrating the small wins01:13 Shoutouts for Yalda, Caroline, Marcelino, and @newlabplatform 04:00 Clarence Bethea of True Ventures on the Pitch Black Podcast05:12 A top secret bonus special thing especially for you06:55 Portland Startup Week 202512:21 Araceli Biosciences raises $11.2M13:47 @OregonUASAccelerator applications due15:06 @TiEOregon Columbia River Pitch applications due16:30 Trivial fun fact17:27 TiE Oregon Westside Pitch 2025 companies18:59 Daily Silicon Florist link arrangementFIND RICK TUROCZY ON THE INTERNET AT…- https://patreon.com/turoczy- https://linkedin.com/in/turoczy- Apple Podcasts https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/portland-oregon-startup-news-silicon-florist/id1711294699- Spotify https://open.spotify.com/show/2cmLDH8wrPdNMS2qtTnhcy?si=H627wrGOTvStxxKWRlRGLQ- https://bsky.app/profile/turoczy.bsky.social- https://siliconflorist.substack.com/- https://pdxslack.comABOUT SILICON FLORIST ----------For nearly two decades, Rick Turoczy has published Silicon Florist, a blog, newsletter, and podcast that covers entrepreneurs, founders, startups, entrepreneurship, tech, news, and events in the Portland, Oregon, startup community. Whether you're an aspiring entrepreneur, a startup or tech enthusiast, or simply intrigued by Portland's startup culture, Silicon Florist is your go-to source for the latest news, events, jobs, and opportunities in Portland Oregon's flourishing tech and startup scene. Join us in exploring the innovative world of startups in Portland, where creativity and collaboration meet.ABOUT RICK TUROCZY ----------Rick Turoczy has been working in, on, and around the Portland, Oregon, startup community for nearly 30 years. He has been recognized as one of the “OG”s of startup ecosystem building by the Kauffman Foundation. And he has been humbled by any number of opportunities to speak on stages from SXSW to INBOUND and from Kobe, Japan, to Muscat, Oman, including an opportunity to share his views on community building on the TEDxPortland stage (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cj98mr_wUA0). All because of a blog. Weird.https://siliconflorist.com#pdx #portland #pdxsw #oregon #startup #entrepreneur
Have the disruptions at Heathrow airport revealed key weaknesses in the UK's infrastructure? Is the US looking to pull out of Ukraine so it can focus on a potential war with China? And what will happen to millions of people's genetic data now that 23andMe has declared bankruptcy? Giles Whittell is joined by Sky News' Yalda Hakim, alongside Tortoise's Patricia Clarke and Cat Neilan, as they each pitch a story they think should lead the news.**Join us at the next edition of the News Meeting Live! Get your ticket for Wednesday 26th March in Bath here: https://www.tortoisemedia.com/our-events/the-news-meeting-live-3 And our London live show on Tuesday 29th April here: https://www.tortoisemedia.com/our-events/the-news-meeting-live-2 Listen to Tortoise's latest episode of the Slow Newscast, The $Trumpcon - here Listen to The World with Richard Engel and Yalda Hakim podcast - here Follow us on Social Media: @tortoise on IG and X, @tortoisemedia on tiktok @tortoisemedia.bsky.social on bluesky Host: Jess Winch, News Editor at TortoiseEmail: newsmeeting@tortoisemedia.comProducer: Casey MagloireExecutive Producer: Rebecca Moore Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
This week on Faisel and Friends, we are discussing Primary Care Scorecard: The Cost of Neglect. Faisel and Dan are talking with Dr. Yalda Jabbarpour, Director of the Robert Graham Center at American Academy of Family PhysiciansOur conversation explores the major strains on primary care in 2025, the focus on prevention as the national healthcare strategy, and the driving factors of workforce retention and depletion.Read the full Scorecard Report here: https://www.milbank.org/publications/the-health-of-us-primary-care-2025-scorecard-report-the-cost-of-neglect/
Gruppe 4: Elina, Lana, Francesca, Yalda, Elif, Leyla
This segment is all about choosing kindness. We are living in a time where bullying and mental health issues are at an all time high. In this segment we will offer tips to help all of us to be more kind and compassionate.
A cura di Claudio Agostoni. L'11 gennaio 1999 se ne andava Fabrizio De Andrè. Oggi #stayhuman dedica a Faber l'intera puntata. Don Gallo e il quinto evangelista. Mauro Pagani e Creuza de mä. La cover ruspante dei Fratelli di Soledad e quella elegante di Yalda. Il cartellone della serata di domenica 12 gennaio al teatro Nuovo di Rebbio (Como)... Andrea Parodi
durée : 01:03:28 - Concert Planète Ocora : Shab-e-Yalda (ou Yaldâ), fête persane du passage à l'hiver (2/2) - par : Aliette de Laleu - La nuit de Yaldâ fête traditionnelle célébrée de l'Iran à l'Ouzbékistan marque la passage du solstice d'hiver et célèbre Mithra, symbole de l'amour et du pardon. Pour cette fête persane étaient réunis Niloufar Mosheni, Keyvan Chemirani et les ensembles Chakam et Ibrahimi. - réalisé par : Max James
durée : 01:00:49 - Concert Planète Ocora : Shab-e-Yalda (ou Yaldâ), fête persane du passage à l'hiver (1/2) - par : Aliette de Laleu - La nuit de Yaldâ fête traditionnelle célébrée de l'Iran à l'Ouzbékistan marque la passage du solstice d'hiver et célèbre Mithra, symbole de l'amour et du pardon. Pour cette fête persane étaient réunis Niloufar Mosheni, Keyvan Chemirani et les ensembles Chakam et Ibrahimi. - réalisé par : Max James
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Join us as we share our favorite winter solstice poems. Kateri reads “Shab-e Yalda” by Anis Mojgani and Kathy reads "Shortest Day" by Susan Cooper. Happy Yule, Winter Solstice, and New Year!
Notte di poesia. Con Angelo Callipo e Davood Abbasi.
Join us for our annual Yalda Winter Solstice episode where we celebrate Shab Yalda, the longest and darkest night of the year! In this episode, we feature members of our community to honor Persian traditions of poetry, storytelling, music, and of course food! Stay up late with your family and friends, drinking tea, and eating ajeel trail mix, pomegranate soup, and watermelon! Send us your pics and video clips to be featured on our social media pages. Links referenced in the episode: Modern Persian Food Podcast's previous Yalda episodes: Episode 161: Yalda 2023; Creating Identity through Traditions New and Old Episode 114: Yalda Winter Solstice Episode 63: Yalda Episode 10: Yalda Winter Flavors Omid Roustaei, Chef and Author: Website: The Caspian Chef - Pre-order book: Bitter & Sweet Anahita Tamaddon, author: Fereydoon and the Serpent King full story recording on YouTube The story of Fereydoon & the Serpent King, read by author Anahita Tamaddon, on Modern Persian Food Link to her books: Amazon Amir Etemadzadeh, musical composer and instructor: Amir School Of Music All Modern Persian Food podcast episodes can be found at: Episodes Sign up for the email newsletter here! Check us out on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, and YouTube Subscribe+ to the Modern Persian Food podcast on your favorite podcast player, and share this episode with a friend. Opening and closing music composed by Amir Etemadzadeh, www.amirschoolofmusic.com Podcast production by Alvarez Audio
Before her tenth birthday, Yalda Hakim had fled a warzone on horseback, learnt two languages, and was well on her way to becoming the world-renowned journalist that we know today. Listen as she explains just how difficult she had to be to get that first big break.
Promises To Keep. In 25 parts, edited from the works of FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the ► Podcast at Connected.. Note to readers: There is a bit of mangling of the Iliad going on. My apologies to Homer and the countless singers before him who carried the Iliad down through the dark centuries until the Greeks figured out how writing works. “Never judge a friend by what they give, but of how much of themselves they give.” (From the floor of Katrina's office) First thoughts, I was on the floor where I had fallen, surrounded and being manhandled in the tenderest way. That was a romantic means of relating to my mummification. Those little Band-Aids that had been applied when I woke up from my coma had failed the 'Cáel is a Smeckle-head' test. All the crud they had pumped into my system and amperage they had channeled through my muscles was not the same as eating and exercise. Having a sexual romp with two ladies? My Goddess made plans for my body that my caloric bank account couldn't afford, thus me passing out. Unlike my time with Miyako and Estere, I had a feeling my two sofa-buddies were ovulating. Fatherhood was on the way. How my infant would survive the continuous poisonous assault on the augur's lymphatic system was beyond me. Her guardian, let's just say I dealt with sneaky bitches/Dot on a regular basis and leave it at that. "He is awake," Tadêfi alerted the room. "You must leave so I can deliver my message to him in the privacy he requested." "I am almost done," a different Amazon voice stated. She was the medico dealing with my wounds. By the aroma, she had slathered on two coats of the healing goo that was becoming as comfortable to my nostrils as my soap-on-a-rope. A few more rounds of adhesive tape and the exodus from the room began. I hadn't opened my eyes because I was unprepared for the looks of anger, disappointment and concern surely leveled my way. The door shut and my eyes opened. "The Conqueror, the Champion, the Friendless and the Foe have all escaped the Land of the Endless Black Sands and returned to the Sunlit Realm," Tadêfi whispered upon my lips. Huh? That was it? Seriously, four freaking titles without, And here came the rest, faces. Faces with eyes and eyes with a purpose. Names, not names I wanted to hear at the moment. Bad fucking news all around. It couldn't be something helpful like the identity of the next High Priestess, No, that would be good fucking news. Okay, time to turn this frown upside down. I could make this work for me. How, I wasn't sure. "Thank you," I responded to Tadêfi's plea of understanding. Outside of having impregnating sex with me, the Sex-Master, Timothy was going to Nerf-shoot me for that, she'd endured spiritual, mental and physical grief and torment to be with me here today. She waited, kneeling beside my head. "Kiss me," I requested. It was a moist act, full of compassion and understanding. I racked my mind for the names and their importance. "Who was Shammuramat?" "I don't know, but this helps, right?" Tadêfi expressed her need to make the reward for the sacrifices to make sense. Five dead sister-augurs. They had to find that son-of-a-bitch! "Tadêfi, we are back in the fight," I grinned. "You and your sisters have given the Host a mighty weapon in the upcoming struggle." I knew that to be true because I knew who and where the Conqueror was, I knew he wasn't ready to be revealed, his enemies were closing in and he was ignorant of that fact. I was going to have to rain on his parade to save his life. The five augurs hadn't died futilely. The Weave of Fate had shielded the man and it took the augers' fanatical devotion to cut the threads and expose the truth the Host needed most. The Champion, hell, I knew who he was. I chuckled. Tadêfi was confused. The Champion was coming to kill me, me and a bunch of other Amazons, because blood feuds tend to run both ways. The Foe. He was easy enough. Granddad. The Bastard just wouldn't stay dead. I had a clue to what was going on now. I wasn't sure how useful that knowledge would be. Still, knowledge is knowledge. That thing crawling around inside my brain? No help there. That left Shammuramat. That name was familiar. Even when I finally placed it, I didn't understand her role in things. Why her? "Krasimira," I called out. I struggled to sit up and with Tadêfi's help, I did so. The Keeper and two guardians entered as well. One, Sikia, hovered over her companion/augur. "What is the link between Shammuramat and the Host?" I inquired. I saw no recognition in the Keeper's eyes. "She was the first ever "independent" queen of a nation-state, Assyria." Krasimira sat on the sofa and retrieved her tablet from inside her robes. She began working with the electronic history of the Amazon race. "9th Century BCE," I added. Slowly others migrated back into the room. Buffy, Katrina (not good and not happy), Elsa (really not good) and Desiree. Pamela leaned against the door sill, neither in nor out. Katrina sat behind her desk. The phone came out and whispered conversations began in earnest. I had shoved us straight into a war which looked like a free for all at the moment. No one trusted anyone. No one could afford to. I had to change that. The only saving grace was that it appeared no Secret Society had planned for the Protocols to abruptly end a week and a half ago. "Ah, I found it," Krasimira spoke up. Because I'm me, it was at that moment I finally realized that someone had put me in my biking shorts in an effort to provide me a modicum of modesty, with the benefit of blood being smeared on the inside. "She abandoned the Host, she was put under a death sentence for killing her twin sister who was chosen to lead House Anat over her." "Anat?" I queried. "The other dead First House," Krasimira sighed. "They were renowned for their berserkers. Some would drape themselves in the entrails of their enemies in the midst of battle to increase their ferocious appearance." "Oh, how sweet, what was Ishara known for?" I was surprised I'd never asked. "Ishara were the emissaries of the Host," Krasimira informed me. With the Amazon practice of killing embassies sent their way, the extinction of my house made much more sense. "What does this mean?" Desiree took charge of matters since Katrina was still busy on the phone. In a few short weeks, Desiree's prestige had definitely increased. Katrina was her sister in more than name now. "Where to begin, Fine, why don't we refer to the Mycenaeans by their proper Amazon name?" Everyone but Buffy was glancing about nervously. "You used the name, didn't you?" Elsa rubbed the bridge of her nose, dreading the response. "Yes, " I answered. "Because no one warns him of shit," Pamela huffed. "You assume an Amazon education with no basis in reality. You act like he grew up with our fairy tales and phantasmal histories. Everyone in this room, but Buffy," she acknowledge my First, "knew he spoke our language and the accompanying risk. Still, no one warned him." "You didn't warn him," Desiree skewered Pamela with a glance. "Not my job, Buttons," Pamela chuckled. "I relish the rest of you being made to look like idiots too much to be useful to Cáel unless it really matters. So he invoked an ancient malediction. What is the worst that could happen?" "I'm going to make a huge deductive leap, am I the reason the Achaean hero Ajax and his boys are back from the dead and coming after us for some Ako-level vengeance?" I groaned. (That's the 47 Ronin for us Westerners) Silence. "That's not your fault, Sport," Pamela snorted. "Mano-man, was I a dumbass for doing nothing. I'll take the blame for that one ladies. Damn Cáel, you would have to pick the Unconquered One, wouldn't you?" "Who is this guy and why does he hate us?" Buffy interjected. Pause. "Our ancestors poisoned his wine so that, in his angry haze, he mistook his own men for his enemies and slaughtered them all, back during the Trojan War. Afterwards, he committed suicide in anguish over his crime, Death opened his eyes at the last, he saw our treachery and managed to curse us as he died," Krasimira informed the lot of us. "And my using that word brought him back? That sounds, weak," I grunted. "The word would not have been enough," Tadêfi comforted me. "There must have been some sort of rift in the curtain of Reality that allowed the others to slip through. I don't understand how, oh no," she gasped as the pieces came together. "I'm willing to believe that was the price of doing business," I petted Tadêfi's cheek. "Please enlighten us," Elsa grumbled. "I need to find the Earth and Sky ambassador and set up a new meeting. Using what Tadêfi has gifted me with and the sacrifice of her fellow augurs, I can secure an alliance for us if only I can make up for the whole stunt Troika played," I grinned. "Any ideas?" "We could call them," Pamela produced my phone. "Seems some lady named Hana Sulkanen has been trying for days to get in touch with you. She hunted down the owner of the necklace, they talked about your current physical state, courtesy of Odette, and the owner of the necklace has expressed a continued interest in meeting you, and only you. It would appear that they really don't trust the rest of our merry little band since your first disappearance." Hana, and here I had killed her step-brother, the one she despised. An unexpected benefit of civil discourse, my People's chance of survival had doubled. Pamela lobbed my phone and I caught it. "What of the other two?" Tadêfi pushed down on my euphoria. "Was the Foe dead as well?" A quick look at Pamela told me she knew the answer to that. "The Foe is complicated," I lied. "His return was an inevitability, so we count that as a draw. The Champion, bad news. Let's put Shammy in the 'maybe' column and the Conqueror is a win for our side." A Berserker Queen, fresh from the Underworld, who we were honor-bound to kill, or the 'other lost heir to a dead House' that was going to make us cobble together some nonsense to bring her back into the fold. If I wasn't the male leader of a spiritually significant All-Girls social club/paramilitary outfit, I might have been daunted by my prospects of achieving the latter. "The thing going on inside your head?" Elsa asked. That explained her presence. My mental capacity was still suspect. Was I still me? Could I flip out with no warning? "It is still there. I still have no idea what happened to me, or what the results might be. This means I'm going into battle wounded and that's that," I stated. "Are you acting in the best interest of the Host," Elsa studied me. "I am not sure," I confessed after half a minute's introspection. "So many of you are fuck-nuts; I'm not sure what acting responsible is for this set," I added jokingly. "As it stand, you lack the authority to pass judgment on me, Elsa. I promise you that if I feel I'm losing control, I will turn myself in." "Saint Marie would feel better if you stayed here," Elsa insisted. "Is the SD declaring war on House Ishara?" Buffy rose to the challenge. "We (by that she meant my fellow Isharans) have discussed the matter and talked to our best neuroscientist. She cannot definitively tell us Cáel isn't Cáel, so there is no reason to constrain him." Whoa. In our best prospect's educated opinion I was not-not me. Legions of English teachers weren't going to like that. "I have the answer for that," Katrina spoke up. "I owe Cáel and I would pay that debt now. He expressed a desire to see my niece, Aya. Do you still wish that Cáel Ishara?" "More than ever, but the Council is meeting," I sighed. "Buffy is your (dead word spoken), your apprentice," Katrina suggested. "Appoint someone to stand with her." That was more than good advice. Buffy was a woman and, to those who knew of her, as fierce an Amazon as ever lived. That was what Katrina was telling me without telling me. "I choose Daphne Pile, if she will accept, to stand by Buffy's side," I announced. Buffy would need someone who was passionate for my cause and who spoke Old Kingdom Hittite. Buffy still didn't, and the chance of the Council speaking English on her behalf was non-existent. "That is Daphne of House Cotyttia," Pamela corrected me. Who Cotyttia was? I had no idea. I was stupid to think Daphne's actual Amazon surname was Pile. Daphne wasn't even around. Executive Services was functioning fine without me and that meant Daphne had a work queue. "The Thracian Goddess of Sex, Orgies, War and Slaughter," Krasimira gracefully filled in my ignorance. Another whoa, why wasn't she my matron goddess? Tadêfi hauled off and slapped me. The action seemed to take everyone, Tadêfi included, by surprise. "I don't know why I did that," Tadêfi wailed out in despair. I did. It didn't take telepathy to figure out what I had been thinking. To prove my point, Pamela laughed. I cupped Tadêfi's jaw. "Worry not," I cooed. "I had that coming, Dot Ishara," I dodged another one, "isn't happy with me right now." Recall, Tadêfi was hooked up to an old-fashioned party line with the Beyond. "Animaniacs," Pamela snorted. "I so love you. It is my deep and abiding pleasure to have you as my Grandson." "I'm not your grandson," I countered. "Well, I say you are. Now be quiet and accept the shame," Pamela's eyes danced with amusement. "That makes me, Daphne and Brielle incest," I pointed out. "Amazons don't have an incest taboo," Pamela retorted. Duh. They are all women, no chance of seven fingered, Cyclops babies. "Ah, women, misunderstanding and pain, Buffy, would you check out Quebec and see if I'm still wanted in that province for bestiality. It could be important later," I commanded. "Bestiality?" only one woman failed to mutter, sputter or exclaimed. "The complainant in question is not that pissed at you anymore," Katrina's rolodex mind kicked in. "I believe she expressed a desire to question you about some missing accoutrements though." My splitting headache meant I had to think about that, ah yes, her dress uniform. It was/had been Canada Day, thus her having an official function and thus me cheating with the girl from across the hall in the Mountie's bed. I'm an idiot alright and my ability to keep an eye on the clock needs improvement. My last image of her, frothing at the mouth (she was a tad more possessive than I had anticipated) as she screamed out insults in Quebecois French concerning my lineage, personality failings and the treasured parts of my anatomy. She punctuated various parts of that deranged episode by hurling articles of her clothing over the border at me as I turned (once I had good Ole US soil/pavement under my feet) and tried to get us back together. Yes, I had them, just not in my Box of Failed Romances. Acting on hopes of reconciliation, I had the uniform dry cleaned, placed in a dress bag, and the boots polished; both currently occupying space in my closet. At least the Alburgh-Noyan Crossing guards (it is a dual Canadian-American post) appreciated me evading/begging forgiveness long enough for them to see her in only her bra and panties. I imagine they didn't normally get much excitement there. "Katrina, " I began. "Yes, Maya forgives you too, though she scored an 'At Risk' for reliability. Anais sounded genuine," Katrina related. Anais was the Mountie. Maya was the Guyane Française university student from across the hall, the one I was caught cheating with. I had told her I was Anais's brother. Maya was also a super-exceptional cook. "Cáel Ishara, who are these women we are talking about?" Sikia demanded. 'We', that didn't take long. We were now a 'we', which in Amazon meant 'male, you're my property'. "I have a sideline job as an Amway distributor," I replied. "I give crappy customer service." "You give awesome customer service," Katrina riposted. "That's the problem." "Sikia, you are not the first Amazon Cáel has stuck his dick into. You are probably not the tenth," Elsa dripped with frustration. Quick count: Rhada, Buffy, Oneida and Gael, I was only going to count the penile-vaginal penetrations. "They are only numbers five and six, thank you very much," I defended myself. "So much for your 'intern, no sex' policy," Desiree muttered. "Cut me some slack, I work with stone-cold, Olympic level athlete foxes 24/7," I griped. "I am a sexual being too, I have needs." "What about the 'End of Internship' hunting shindig?" Desiree pulled a flawless 'Katrina'. "Oh, it is still on. With my 'do or die' learning curve, it is going to be so much more fun," I grinned. "And, okay, no more Amazon sex until then, sorry Rachel." "Except for house members," Buffy insisted. "No exceptions," Elsa demanded. "I'll keep an eye on him," Pamela resolved the issue. "No more Amazon boinking for him." She was such a liar. She was also a highly accomplished liar because everyone bought it. On with my life. Stage one: exit Katrina's office. Done deal, no problems. Stage two: set up meeting with the Earth and Sky. They wanted to meet on their ground. Since I was the uncertain factor in these negotiations, I agreed. I was bringing one, Pamela raised four fingers, four people with me. Who? Outside of Pamela, I had no idea. Stage three: going to medical and putting on my business suit, it was a new one and very, very nice. I was moving up into serious majestic magnate territory. I also picked up buddy number two, FBI Special Agent Virginia Maddox. Why had I chosen a federal agent to accompany me to a meeting between two secret societies? I hadn't a clue. Sometimes you have to roll with these things. In the lobby, I picked up number three, Delilah, Mom's MI-6 operative/baby-sitter. Compassionate, caring people were surrounding me all the time. It gave me this sensation of a 'down home' environment no matter where I went, if down home was Gaza, or Donetsk. I think my entourage/lifestyle observation teams had grown to encompass six cars. I was in no condition for riding my bike, so that recourse was denied me. Taxi? One, most were hard-working stiffs like my family who didn't deserve to be caught in a noontime, drive-by assassination attempt. Besides, with my luck I'd meet the guy from Qatar again, the one with the sister with cute eyes. That reminded me, I gave Nicole a call. "How are you doing?" she quickly inquired. "Good," I lied to a past master of shattering perjury. Pause. "I'm surrounded by girls with guns, tailed by your clients, some part of a Federal Task force and some people who I don't know yet. Hold on." I put my hand over my phone. "Delilah, are you packing heat?" I asked softly. She opened her jacket revealing paired revolvers in shoulder holsters. I didn't recognize them so the Brit gave me the 4-1-1. "Ruger Alaskans," she grinned. Bing! Now I recalled them. The girl who taught me to shoot once read some reviews of that beast on her laptop while I gave her a slow, passionate screw from behind. She became all hot and bothered, wiggling, squirming and generally having a grandiose time with my cock deep within. I repeat, this girl really loved guns, a huge cerebral G-spot for her. Oh yeah, the Ruger Alaskan is what you get if you are worried about Grizzly bears popping their heads through the tent flaps late at night. Delilah was probably packing 4 80's. Her guns would turn 250 kilograms of pissed off ursine into an excellent throw-rug in about two shots. In an urban environment, well, maybe she thought the New York Giants were actually giants, or something like that. Two were overkill, unless you expected someone needing to borrow one. "Just checked. I remain the only one unarmed in my personal carnival of carnage, " my words trailed up to an unintelligible mumble. I was mumbling because suddenly four handguns were casually offered up for my use (Tiger Lily was holding one over her shoulder as she drove), in the same way you'd offer up some Nicorette to a man jonesing for a smoke. Rachel was kind enough to hand me my familiar Glock-22 and Ruger 38 caliber with their accompanying holsters. Two spare clips followed, then I stashed the lot. I scratched my calf. It took me a second to realize I was reaching for my pistol. No, not the one at my hip, or my ankle, but the one, in my boot? "Now that you've been handed firearms of dubious origin, can I get back to questioning you," the FBI agent intruded upon my ruminations. "We were discussing that list of people that are visiting a morgue instead of a court room. What can you tell me?" "Bye Nicole. Miss you. Being interrogated by a blonde FBI lady with a whips scar on her eyebrow and eyes that could scare a badger back into its hole. Later," I cut of my lawyer's fierce demand that I keep my mouth shut. "Nothing useful that wouldn't implicate myself and others in a criminal conspiracy," I answered her. "There is no way I'd name anyone else I suspect of involvement. I feel no guilt over what has happened, so no remorseful confession, and that is based on my belief that cosmic justice has been achieved." "You can't create lists of people for execution," Maddox persisted. "That negates the whole justice system and the principle of innocent until proven guilty." Wow! Except for the two of us, every other person in the car snorted their derision of Maddox's presumptive naiveté. "Do you even believe the tripe spilling from your pie-hole?" Delilah mocked Maddox. "I'm in law enforcement. That means I enforce the laws, not interpret them, or choose which ones I want to obey and which ones to ignore," Virginia fought back. "Love, that's crap and you know it. You are an agent of the US government. You bomb, drone-strike, overthrow lawfully elected governments and assassinate in your nation's best interests," Delilah countered. "You selectively enforce your Constitution when it suits you." "I'm law enforcement, not the military or foreign affairs. Know the difference," Maddox glared. "The pay master is the same, you willingly collect your thirty pieces of silver; get off your high horse because you are in the shat now, Agent Maddox. I haven't known this crowd an hour and I know for a fact that you are the only US citizen onboard," Delilah chortled. "I don't know their bleeding nationality, but I doubt it is on the UN Charter." Maddox turned to me. "That was succinct and rather accurate," I murmured. "Special Agent Maddox, I have the sneaking suspicion that you are with us because FP (federal prosecutor) Castello feels you can handle this, Umm, unusual set of circumstance. I promise you this, it is going to get worse." "Why don't we test this quaint theory?" FBI Lass challenged us. "Jail, bail, and I'm waking up in Rio de Janeiro in two days," I sighed. "I have a few thousand in the bank, live in a hole and own my father's home, when it clears probate. Only you know I'm flight risk. A dozen people will vouch/lie about my character and that's that. All you've succeeding in doing is making enemies when you need friends." "There is still a matter of multiple people dead under suspicious circumstance," she said. "Imagine for a second that Cáel admits to creating a hit list," Pamela began. "He would never give up the names of the other people involved. He didn't kill anyone, or say 'kill them'. Now what? You still have an abysmal case to put before a judge. Add to that, the mitigating factor of a raped girl. You get to break her down until she's a cooperating witness because she's the only one who can provide you with Cáel's motive," my mentor continued. "Good for you and your team. She gets to betray the man who tried to save her. Cáel promised horrific retribution if any of those in the now-dead crowd hurt her. That is rather unlike him, he normally forgives when given the least excuse. I don't give a damn about women's rights, or the rights of rape victims. I really could give a shit about human rights for that matter. Wronging me is the surest way to early retirement. It is not a matter of strong versus weak, or right versus wrong. What matters to me is who I can trust. I don't know you, thus I don't trust you. I trust your government to be so much chicken shit. I base this on the lack of public torture and execution. I want the families of dying criminals paraded in front of those cock-suckers before the condemned finally perish in agony. I want to see thieves get their forearms hacked off, trial by combat, and respect for your elders. I want to see public officials being sacrificed upon the altar of Jehovah when they leave office. I want to see a system of justice with a soul, not law books thicker than an aircraft carrier's hull. A government 'of the People, by the People, for the People' should be the sole guiding force for your culture and we both know that's never going to happen. I admire your soldiers; not because they are brave and combat effective, they are. I admire them because they are fighting and dying for elected officials and a population that can't locate Afghanistan, or Iraq on a map, can't tell the difference between a Sikh and a Muslim, and thinks 'Pashtun' is an exotic piece of furniture. I admire them because they are better human beings despite you, not because of you," Pamela was coming to her crescendo. "Basically you people, by that I mean most of the human race, are dangerous in your idiocy, arrogance and pride in your ignorance. Not one of you should be allowed to use weapons, or play with fire. For you, unrestricted voting is a crime right up there with inventing, disease prevention, bilingualism and anything that perpetuates your educational system." "Lady, why are you so angry with the world?" Maddox studied Pamela intensely. I wished her luck with divining and then unwrapping that lady's mind. "I hold dear to my heart anyone's hunger to learn, honesty when it hurts and love no matter what the cost, so I find myself alone most of the time," Pamela grinned. "Above even those, I adore humor in the face of ridicule, condemnation and adversity. You can dodge bullets and parry knives. Humor always strikes home," she finished. "It is the perfect weapon." "Liar," I smiled. "You like high performance automobiles too." Did she? I didn't know. "Only with a 2X4 pressing the accelerator as it races toward the lip of a canyon," Pamela bantered back, "with Ursula K. Le Guin strapped in the back seat." "Who?" I inquired. "She's an author. I take exception to some of her work and unwillingness to appreciate the fusion of exceptional feminine characteristics with power positions," Pamela answered. "And your critique of her life's work is an exploding car at the bottom of a cliff?" I smiled. "Starting uncontrolled wildfires and littering, two of my favorite activities," she laughed. "I'll stick with blondes and brunettes, and red- and raven-haired, bald has its own appeal, green and purple have their own kink going on, " I joked. "Wait! We were talking about people being murdered and you two are cracking jokes?" Maddox rumbled. "I had a dream about tying them together with nylon cord and tossing them off the back ramp of a transport aircraft, and watching them fall, and fall," Rachel sighed dreamily. "Atta girl," I play-punched Rachel's shoulder. "What is your part in all of this?" Maddox turned to Rachel. "I'm the head of his bodyguard detail," Rachel gave her confession of the damned. "And you want to kill him, " Virginia struggled to keep up. "Given time, you will too," Rachel promised. "According to his pre-employment records, only one woman he's had a sexual relationship with hasn't wanted to at least hurt him," glaring at me, "badly." "The nun doesn't want me dead!" I vocally protested. "It is so wrong that you are proud that of over 200 women you've slept with, TWO have not, at some point in knowing you, wanted to maul you and one of those is in the 'forgiving' business," Rachel chastised me. Virginia had an answer for my madness. Her phone came out and she hit speed-dial, work. "Ms. Castello, this is Special Agent Maddox, do you have a moment?" Virginia calmly asked when she finally wrangled my current-favorite fed's attention. "You do now? Thank you. I'd like to know what the fuck have you done to me? This assignment is nuts. Either I'm part of some elaborate prank, or I'm in an S U V with escapees from the looney bin." Ten seconds later Maddox gave me the phone. "Stop it. I've upheld my end of the bargain, so behave," Javiera ordered. Man, she'd shot me straight to the core and we hadn't even slept together yet. Clever, clever girl. "Yes Ma'am," I swore. "I'll do my best to buffer Special Agent Maddox from the truth." "I'll have to accept that," Javiera conceded. "Give Maddox the phone back." A brief conversation later and Maddox was no better off than when she started. Thankfully we parked in front of the Kazakhstan Consulate in New York, giving us all an excuse to face facts. Maddox was feeling compelled to ask questions she didn't want the answers to, and that we didn't want to answer. Saved by work. "Kazakhstan Consulate? Why are we here?" both Virginia and Rachel asked. "Oh! This is going to be good," Pamela leaned forward excitedly. "Change the course of human history," I answered with a great deal of confidence I didn't feel. See, I had knowledge critical to the Earth and Sky. That knowledge was also something they wanted kept compartmentalized, so they might take exception to it being possessed by an outsider. Oh, so that's why Pamela earlier insisted on four ladies being with me, so we could shoot our way out if things turned ugly. I hugged my mentor. "Thank you, Pamela." "You are coming along nicely, Mr. Potter," Pamela patted my cheek. "Your praise leaves me suspicious, Professor Snape. Besides, if I'm going to die, it helps me to know you'll go first ." "That was uncalled for," Pamela chided me. It was the 'Snape' role she rejected. "Snape gave up his life for Harry, Dumbledore died for Draco," I countered. "Well, let's hope it doesn't come to that," Pamela shone with joy and pride. "You act like I have a choice," I sighed. "Touché," Pamela nodded. "I see what you mean about these two," Maddox addressed Rachel. "Oh my God," Delilah laughed. "You wove Harry Potter into a life and death conversation and it made sense. I am probably going to die, but I'll die knowing I have lived." "Not you too?" Maddox glared at Delilah. Rachel just shook her head. We exited the car, settled ourselves out. Rachel took point, Delilah took one flank while Pamela took the other. By happenstance, I ended up in the middle, yeah right, with Virginia covering my back. "You stay here," Pamela put a hand on Rachel's shoulder. "You'll need to lead the team in if someone 'pumps up the volume'." Interesting euphemism for 'when people start killing people'. "What are we doing today?" Miyako 'appeared'. She'd been walking down the sidewalk toward us, the Kazak Consulate was a townhouse, but her presence hadn't registered. "I require your pledge of silence on what is to transpire. No death is intended," I stated calmly to Miyako. "I didn't know you were versed in ninja contracts, much less spoke Japanese?" Miyako responded. Blink. "I didn't know I spoke it either, " I mumbled. "No sweat," Pamela tried to hustle us along. "He's a quick study." Yeah. I didn't feel it apropos to point out I hadn't heard myself speaking Japanese, or understood that my words had some secret meaning. "How important is this to my people?" Miyako asked. Now that I was paying attention to it, I could make out that she was speaking in her native tongue. "If they don't think we can be trusted to not speak of what is to transpire for a week, they are going to kill us," I related my suspicions. "My mind and heart are joined in this decision." "I give you my pledge," Miyako nodded. She looped her arm in mine. "Does anyone care to enlighten me?" Maddox prodded. Whoa. It seemed that, beside me and Miyako, only Pamela spoke Japanese. "Special Agent Maddox, no matter what, don't give up your gun, when we say run, run, and shoot to kill because they will be trying to kill us," I informed her. "Does the term 'extraterritoriality' mean anything to anyone here?" Maddox snapped. Her nervousness was totally understandable. I stopped at the top of the steps, looking over my shoulder. I nodded. Pamela, Delilah and Miyako nodded as well. "Hold on, I can't believe I'm saying this. Does anyone have a back-up I can use?" Maddox groaned. Rachel quick-stepped forward and handed over a 22 automatic pistol then a spare clip with a smooth, practiced motion that suggested that SD swapped weapons all the time. Maddox didn't miss the casualness of the gesture. The firearm and magazine disappeared. "Fine, we will never discuss the laws we just butchered, ever, and if I die and any of you make it out alive, I will seek revenge at whatever cost FROM WHEREVER I AM," FBI girl growled. "One of us," Pamela smirked at me as I touched the doorbell. It opened promptly. We weren't on a crowded street, we were on their stoop and a security camera was pointed right at us. We were invited in and two rather Caucasian-looking gentlemen (Kazaks are a mixed bag of Turks and Cumans) were waiting with the doorman. They looked tough in that they took personality lessons from saddle leather. "You will place your weapons there," the more charismatic of the two spoke up. He was pointing to a side table that looked large enough for the task. "No," was the most courteous response I could muster. He didn't look surprised. He didn't look much like he was breathing, or blinking either. "Go," he pointed to the door. I looked to Pamela. "Well, that didn't take long," I grinned. I felt out the necklace under my shirt and pulled it over my head. "Please return this to its owner in the spirit it was given." He took it. The doorman opened the door and out we went. Rachel was back in our GL550, using the door as possible cover. She said we could take our seats and away we rolled. Maddox looked apoplectic. She had prepared herself for the Wild, Wild West, not a doe-see-doe at the door. In her mind, I had wound her up for nothing. My phone rang. "Cáel Ishara, there seems to have been a diplomatic miscommunication," a male native Turkish-speaker said in heavily accented English. "The person you are meeting must be approached in the spirit of peace." "No, I understood you perfectly," I assured him. "We aren't the Brownies, or the Girl Scouts, Buddy. I don't know, or trust you and you don't know, or trust me, yet. I will compromise though. I will respect your traditions. I will enter your home unarmed. In turn, everyone in the building will line up outside on the street except for the person I'm supposed to meet. Is that acceptable?" Pause. "Do you hate these people, or like them?" Maddox grumbled. "With you, I can't quite tell." "That would not be acceptable," the man finally responded. "Perhaps an alternative. You come in, alone yet armed." "Nope. Due to the efforts of people far smarter than me, I know pretty much who I am meeting, so I am either very rude, insane, or bear a message that is worth my life," I countered. "Your personal safety is guaranteed," was the counter-offer. "That is a false promise, not because you lack honor, or respect for me, but because you are from a wise and noble lineage with a historical propensity of cutting to the heart of any problem." By that, I meant they'd cut my heart out. "What I expect is for every one of you to hold the future of the Earth and Sky above any such concepts as personal promises, hospitality, and honor. I am even putting my faith in your willingness to put the survival of the Earth and Sky over your own well-being," I riposted. "If the message is so crucial, you should be willing to come alone," back at me. "It isn't important to me," I stated. "Listen, a war is about to break out. Unless we both want to be found all alone in the outhouse masturbating when the headsman comes, one of us has to blink. Today, it is you. Tomorrow you may be able to return the favor and mess with my head." Pause. "Your koumiss is getting warm." "We'll be right there. We apologize for the delay. Traffic is murder these days, or a close facsimile thereof," I gave a little back in the humility department. "Tiger Lily, " "On it, Ishara, Wakko Ishara. I've been circling the block," Tiger Lily had anticipated my antics. Sure, I acted like I had no game plan, but I never wasted people's time. Maybe if I developed an actual game plan I could do even better. "Wakko Ishara?" it was Delilah's and Maddox's turn to share a 'what the?' moment. "May I explain the sacred names?" Rachel requested of me. "I have a feeling these two might become a fixture." "By all means, Rachel. Our trust runs deep," I trusted Rachel with more than my life; I trusted her with my future. "Wakko, as in you're the nutty one?" Delilah made a stab at our arcane nomenclature. If you use small words does that make it gnomenclature? Pamela winked at me, psychic twin grandmother powers activate! "We need complementary rings," Pamela remarked. Sweet! "Cáel Ishara is differentiated as Wakko Ishara, Ishara, first of House Ishara, is Yakko Ishara, and, " Rachel began. "The Animaniacs? Your code names are the Warner Brothers and their sister Dot?" Maddox gasped. "You are beyond nuts." "And the Goddess Ishara is named, by House Ishara and House Ishara alone," Rachel made some warding appeal against divine punishment, "as Dot Ishara." Maddox's face shown with disbelief. "Following Cáel Ishara into battle has been one of my greatest pleasures," Rachel stared at Maddox. "I never knew insanity could be so liberating, or that laughing at death could be such an aphrodisiac." "When did you two go into battle?" Delilah wondered. "In a morgue, fighting to retrieve the body of his fallen father so that our enemies could not desecrate it," Rachel explained. Ah, the walls of Troy, fighting over the spoils of the dead. "You mean when I face-planted?" I grinned at Rachel. "Even without a weapon, your instincts were good, forcing our enemy to commit to multiple angles of coverage even though your efforts were foiled by a footing failure. Your rushing their leader was even more heroic in that you were unarmed and using your body as a decoy, knowing your enemy's superior skill would stop him from shooting you," Rachel smiled my way, sex. "Let me get this straight," Miyako finally spoke up. "You charged an enemy unarmed then stumbled and failed. They were armed?" "Yes, with a 3 57 Magnum revolver and a 10 gauge sawed-off automatic shotgun, in tight confines and close range, oh, and no cover." Maddox replied, then to me, "I read the report." "Then you repeated the action a few minutes," Miyako. "Less than a minute later," Maddox clarified. "A minute later, wow! You are as fearless as we've heard. Please don't die before we have a baby," Miyako gave me a quick hug. If you cover a zeppelin with uranium paint, can it still fly, or does it sink to the center of the Earth? Ninja babies, We had returned to the stairs at the Consulate. This time the door swung open upon our approach. "Is there some drug you are all taking to bask in this shared fantasy life?" Maddox mumbled. "One of us," Pamela retorted. "One of us." "One of us," I joined in. It helped cut the tension. The bodyguards were present right where we'd them last time. They ushered us up the stairs to a second floor sitting room that ate up half the floor. There were two men there; radiating that subtle assurance that a half-dozen killers were close by. The man standing was Iskender, the E and S emissary from Dad's funeral. I broke all decorum, strode to the man, locked arms, hugged him tight and patted him on the back. "Thank the spirits you are here," I whispered, "all this lack of dick is making me a bit stir-crazy." "Ah, yes, it is good to see you again too," Iskender imparted as we broke our embrace. His boss, the guy on the sofa, shot me and my Kyrgyz buddy a sharp look. The Main Man was clearly Mongolian and must have thought blank, white walls exhibited too much empathy. "Koumiss," the boss offered. I sipped it from a simple, yet regal drinking mug that probably hit the kiln 200 years ago. "Mare, or yak?" I inquired as I handed the cup around. Iskender came first, but it was clearly my intention that we all partake. It was more a matter of the host's pledge of sanctuary than me wanting to share the koumiss. It tasted like thin, lightly chilled, bitter beer with a vanilla-almond milk shake-chaser. "Mare, of course. Please sit," he offered. He defined the suggestion by slipping off the sofa onto the layered carpet rug. He was semi-reclined, so we followed suit. "We should pray for the protection of the spirits," was the suggestion that wasn't a suggestion. It was his itinerary. He clapped his hands and from beyond a curtained partition came this really sensual Mongolian chick carrying a large brass bowl. She flicked her eyes at me and an instant connection was formed. She liked to bark like a dog under the full moon, okay, I'm not sure where that came from. "Nice woman," I told the leader. "She looks like she has seen many winters." Whoa! Where the fuck did that come from? I got a shocked reaction from Iskender. The Leader looked pissed, if a flake of paint on the white wall indicated anger. The girl blushed like what I said was an incredible turn on. "She is my daughter," the Leader pointed out. Way past swallowing my foot. My ankle was tasty. "My name is Oyuun Tömörbaatar. My faithful Iskender, you know. This is my daughter T. Sarangerel. She is studying at N Y U and is not entertaining marriage proposals at this time," he slapped down his boundaries. Somehow 'I only want to sleep with her' didn't sound like the right response. Wait! Saying his 'daughter had many winters' was a marriage bargaining opening move. What the fuck! "What I meant was that surely many men have died trying to come before you," I back-pedaled. More happy looks from the daughter. More paint peeling from the dad. Pamela made sure more koumiss was going around. Getting drunk could hardly hurt at this juncture. Sarangeral placed the bowl between us. It was filled with clear, cold water undoubtedly collected from a mountain-fed glacier. "Let us cleanse our hands in the water so that we may speak with clarity," O. Tömörbaatar said. We dipped our fingers and, for a second, I saw him. Not 'O', but HIM. "It is good to finally meet you Ferko Ishara Cáel Nyilas," the man said. My Spidey senses told me he was feeling less 'good' about this meeting every second. "How can your people and mine better get along?" 'Let me impregnate your daughter', would probably get my skull split open. "No time for that," I replied. "I know where HE is. The Seven Pillars have found a way to search the Weave and are closing in. You must act with haste." Whether it was disbelief, or old schooled Ku Chun in the art of gambling, the older man gave no outward reaction. "Where is he?" O. Tömörbaatar asked in a gentle tone. "I can do you one better," I steeled myself for the unknown forces I was invoking. I put my hands on the bowl's lip and looked in. Several seconds later, he did as well. For a moment, nothing. It was like a ripple in reverse. The first earth tremor I barely noticed. The ripples grew and grew until I felt the whole row of townhouses would come crashing down. Wind snapped the locks on the windows, flinging them wide open and tearing at the curtains like streamers in a hurricane. Then we saw HIM clearly. HE stopped driving this old, beat-up Peugeot and was pulling to the side of a desolate stretch of highway. HE could sense something yet couldn't pinpoint the source of his unease. We definitely got the impression this wasn't his first taste of this experience, the Seven Pillars. He was young, maybe my age. He looked like an educated man turned vagabond/boundless traveler. HIS eyes, his eyes had a depth that were a microcosm of what I'd glimpsed in Ishara, Dot Ishara's unshielded glance when we first met. All lingering doubts vanished in my mind. "I know that place," O T muttered, his eyes fixated on the only feature in the vacant expanse, a road sign, in Chinese. Yikes. "I know that place." The image faded. Our meeting venue was intact. Whatever I felt transpire, I had shared with O. Tömörbaatar alone. "You have work to do," I stated as I cleared my throat. "I will leave you to it." I stood. "What do you wish for this gift?" O T reached out and touched my sleeve. "When the time comes, maybe you can help us," I replied. "A man who asks for nothing can expect anything," O T smiled for the first time. "Go." I did not take a fear-free breath until the cars started up and we pulled away. He'd let us live. Even with that priceless piece of magical insight, he'd let us live. "I'm still stunned we got out alive," I sighed. "I wasn't really sure he'd take the news as well as he did." No one said anything for a minute. "Why would he have killed us?" Delilah inquired. "You, I understand. I don't know what you communicated to that young lady, but the old guy wasn't happy about it. He was going to kill us over that?" Pause. "What did the rest of you see and hear?" I looked around the cabin. Pamela appeared worried. "I didn't know you spoke Chagatai," Miyako smiled at me. "You are full of surprise. I only caught a word, or two, and none of it made sense." "MRI," I groaned. "Magnetoencephalography," Pamela said in the same breath. "Mine is better, Boyo." "What is going on?" Rachel upped her alertness level. "We need to take Cáel to a hospital that has a Magnetoencephalography device," Pamela insisted. "He's spontaneously speaking languages he didn't know moments earlier, " Maddox put things together first. The rest nodded at her assessment. "We'll need to have his records from Havenstone sent over as a baseline." Poor Virginia, the absurdity of my life was sucking her in. "I'll call Katrina," Rachel informed us. I was a mental case once more. At least my input was still being solicited. "How many guns do you have on you?" Pamela zinged me. The answer was obvious, two. My Glock and my back-up. That didn't seem right. "Ah, two?" I responded. "Yeah, something is happening to your muscle memory as well," Pamela shook her head. "What exactly does that mean, and what's wrong with Cáel's brain?" Delilah studied the group. "It means he could spontaneously pull out his gun and start shooting us?" Pamela confessed her uncertainty. "I don't know. We'd better figure out which impulses are his guiding light right now before that happens." "I don't even know how to begin reporting this," Maddox muttered. "Cheer up. Our Cáel is still currently in charge. Did you appreciate how he lured in that young Mongolian girl? That's classic Cáel," Pamela comforted the crowd. I was saved from a straightjacket because I was a 'Playa'. (Meadowlands Medical Center in far off New Jersey) I'm not political. For me, that means I am completely and utterly dedicated to whatever doctrine that the cutest political campaigner in front of me endorses. Fifteen minutes on the internet and you can fake it like a pro. Be careful to be with the winning team when the results come in. Nothing makes a political chick go wild like sneaking into the candidate's office and screwing her on the newly elected/re-elected figure's desk. Let her scream out her idol's name. Odds are neither of you will be welcomed back afterwards anyway. Why politics now? Javiera called some people. I had a sneaking suspicion that someone I knew and trusted got in touch with my 'Aunts' as well. All I knew for sure was the Hospital's Administrator's phone began ringing off the hook and I'd become the hospital's number one priority. The hospital staff was visibly irritated with the clout raining down on their heads for about an hour. Once they digested my Havenstone records, all of that changed. Holy 'Published in The New England Journal of Medicine', someone had drilled a micro-surgical hole in my skull in the middle of a wrestling match with no resulting cerebral scarring. THEN this unknown device shot into my skull with pinpoint accuracy and pumped a ghastly amount of energy into my cerebrum. They were fascinated. They were so fascinated I heard two medical technicians mutter about where the Zombie Survival Guide could be found. They triple checked my vital signs, again. I was still as much alive as when I checked myself in. There was a rumor that a fire ax disappeared from a stairwell close by, but not one confessed to the deed. I was speaking in languages I had no reason to know? They were surprised I could contain my mouth drool. It was somewhat disheartening to hear three seasoned physicians discuss what probable scenarios could explain me still being in a non-vegetative state, or alive for that matter. Some poor nurse had to ask. "Do you feel an unnatural, interest in human brains?" she whispered when she though no one was close by. "I'm not sure what you mean," I whispered back. "I always respect a woman's intelligence. Sex is a cerebral passion. What's the point if you can't communicate with your partner?" Pamela slapped me upside my head. That disturbed just about everybody else in the vicinity and my mentor was promptly exiled from the room. I was curious about what havoc she was perpetrating on this establishment. My condition had gotten her past all the heavy security and I knew without seeing that someone high ranking had misplaced their ID badge. Maybe Pamela was the love-child of Batman and Cat woman. Before you think that's comic fanboy talk, recall what my life was like at that moment. Tests ensued. The staff decided that Havenstone employed a bunch of quacks and snake charmers. Two hours later, they found out they were wrong. Larger battery of tests, same results. I was the second coming of Christ, back from the dead, or a zombie living in a convincing state of denial. Some folks wouldn't let that go. Pamela had proved to be prophetic. Her pet gizmo finally provided a new picture of what my neural pathways were up to. If there is any doubt, 'I've never seen that before' is not what you want to hear one of North America's experts in the field of neuroscience say. The first educated opinion was that I suffered from chronic traumatic encephalopathy, that meant I was hit in the head a lot. Normally that diagnosis comes in the midst of an autopsy. I was having paralytic seizures. They had me juggle a squeeze-ball, then two and finally three. My perfect performance frustrated them. Women find relatively simple carnival tricks to be seductive. Pluck a card from a girl's bra gets you both to some dark corner, hungrily looking for the rest of the deck, I speak from experience. Next up at bat: 'I was possessed', I shit you not. Holistic medicine was right on board with the team. Was I influenced by a supernatural power? Yes I was. So claimed the majority of people on Earth. Did I receive specific instructions? Yes, and so did practitioners of Voodoo/Vodun on three continents. I added that I attempted to evade said instructions when I could. Did I have 'evil' impulses to hurt myself, or others? Huh? For starters, my matron goddess was more of a 'fucker' than a 'fighter' and her instructions were always suitably vague, the same way a Philosophy professor would give you a ten word pointless sentence on Friday and expect you to have a 250 page doctrine on Monday morning. That hit home. Too many normally smart people take a philosophy class in college hoping for an easy-A. Some teachers love dissolving those delusion, sitting back and watching your hopes and dreams of task-free weekends go down the drain. The more obscure the discipline, the more perverse the desire. That is why you always pick a teacher of the opposite gender (if in doubt, use a gay/lesbian test) and keep 'sex for grades' on the menu. Was I suffering from optical illusions, or phantom noises? Straight to the point, yes, I saw and talked with ghosts. So did the Long Island Medium, the casts of Ghost Hunters, Paranormal Witness plus George Anderson and Chip Coffey. To my credit, I didn't do it for profit, or in order to influence people. Was I seeing ghosts now? I was in hospital, so odds weren't bad. I had every non-ghost raise their left hand. No ghosts. Was my paranormal dementia pre- or post-brain trauma? Did seeing a college student being called before his class and successfully accused of plagiarism on his senior thesis, turning him into one of the Restless Dead count? No? My 'disputed' abilities were all post-college employment, thank you very much. Did the ghosts possess me/tell me to do things? I was not possessed and, discounting sexual bondage and my current work venue, had never been possessed. From my limited exposure, ghosts wanted to not be alone in the afterlife, to be guided to a final resting place with others of their kind/family/friends. None had taught me languages, asked me to steal something, or kill anyone. Had any done so, I would have denied them. Such actions were immoral and I could still freely differentiate between right and wrong. I preferred to commit wrong on my own initiative and making me do good was a chore most sane people abandoned after a few days. I took a Rorschach test. The results were predictable because I had taken old 'R' several times before. Just like every other time, I'd mixed up sexual innuendo with a psychological test to seduce the test-giver, everything reminded me of intercourse. I changed it up with this girl. I gave her numbers. Sometime after I was long gone, they were going to figure out the ink blots were numbered after whichever erotic positions from the Kama Sutra I was reminded of at the time. I knew that wasn't being helpful and I was certain I wasn't a brain specialist. I also knew Rorschach wasn't the key to solving my woes. Final remaining hypothesis, I was utilizing 30 % of my brain capacity with three independent patterns emerging, not the usual 5 %. For that to work, my brain had to be oozing out my ears because brains generate a terrific amount of heat. My temperature was a steady 37.3 C (99 F) and my ear channels were free of obstruction. Hey man, cleaning your ears is quick and easy. Don't risk turning off a date with misfortunately located ear-hair and wax. How was my brain shedding the heat? Their solution, let's do a Spinal Tap. No way. I'd seen that band and they were all extremely fucked up, even for old guys. I wasn't going down that road. They insisted. I suggested that I consent to the procedure with the condition that I received no pain killers/sedatives of any kind and I got to grab and hold onto the testicles of my two, current, least favorite doctors. When they realized I was deadly serious and immovable on the issue, they came up with a new plan, no Spinal Tap. Gutless sissies. Into this vacuum of information, a brainstorm emerged (besides my inexplicable one). They would talk to me, no more interrogations, an actual verbal exchange. They couldn't come over and start flapping their gums like some punk rock band with no talent. They were suddenly worried about 'concerning' me and 'agitating my unstable state'. I pray to Goddess Ishara that one day soon they play back the tapes of their early hours working on me and pay close attention to my facial expressions of shock, horror, fear and depression as they clearly and openly talked about me as if I was the Fiji Mermaid. But hey, a few of them were kinda cute, so in the final analysis all that emotional trauma worked its way out. Hospital highlights: (Understand, I was lying on a table while various specialists prodded and talked about me as if I wasn't there. To strike back at reality, I throbbed my penis every time this cute Parasitologist looked at it. Finally ) Female Chief of Neurosurgery: "Did anyone think to study changes in is body's nervous system?" (Guilty looks all around) Neuro Surgeon: "What are all these needle marks?" Havenstone Medico, "Those are muscle stimuli insertion sites. They kept his musculature from atrophying while he was in a coma." Neuro Surgeon: "Let me get this straight. This man had a lightning bolt go off in his head and part of your healthcare regimen was to run a constant current of electricity throughout the rest of his body." (Scathing looks at the Medico from everyone else, jackals) HM: "He has retained excellent muscle tone." Neuro Surgeon: "Have you even taken the Hippocratic Oath?" HM: (offended) "Of course not, he's Greek." Neuro Surgeon: "What does my patient being Greek have to do with anything?" HM: "Not him (pointing at me). Hippocrates, he was a Greek. Cáel is Magyar/Irish Gaelic." Neuro Surgeon: "Helpful, that's not. He seems to have a great deal of bruises and scarring, some of it certainly received over an extensive period of time. Is this your work?" HM: (in a positive note) "No. It has not been my pleasure to spar with Cáel yet." Neuro Surgeon: "Isn't he a bit, big for you?" &
United States of Emergency? Rachel Maddow on her expectations for the US under TrumpMillions interned in camps? Assassinations? Political imprisonments? That is what America's leading liberal commentator Rachel Maddow - and The World's first guest - says could happen during Trump's next stint in the White House.Richard and Yalda also bring listeners up to date with the conflict in Ukraine and the latest developments in the Middle East, as both are just back from the region.
Cáel's tombstone: For the love of women, women put him here.In 25 parts, edited from the works of FinalStand.Listen and subscribe to the ► Podcast at Connected..
Join us on this enlightening episode of the SEAM Podcast as we sit down with Yalda Alaoui, the visionary founder of Eat Burn Sleep. After facing her own battles with Ulcerative Colitis and Auto-Immune Haemolytic Anaemia, Yalda dedicated over a decade to researching inflammation and gut health, transforming her challenges into a mission for wellness. In this episode, she shares her personal journey from diagnosis to healing, revealing how nutrition can be a powerful tool for managing autoimmune conditions.For more, follow The Seam on Instagram, watch full episodes on Youtube, or visit the Lynne Cohen Foundation website.Produced by Peoples Media Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
Sky News and NBC News have joined forces for a new podcast - The World with Richard Engel and Yalda Hakim. For the first episode, Yalda is in Jerusalem and Richard is covering events in Lebanon. They discuss what they are seeing and hearing on both sides of the border as the conflict appears to be "spiralling into an abyss". And with the US election now four weeks away, they ask whether the economic and military consequences of the war could determine where it's Donald Trump or Kamala Harris in the Oval Office. Click here to watch the full episode on YouTube. To get in touch or to share questions for Engel and Hakim, email theworld@sky.uk.
We wanted to tell you about something new.Sky News and NBC News have joined forces for a weekly podcast - The World with Richard Engel and Yalda Hakim. For the first episode, Yalda is in Jerusalem and Richard is covering events in Lebanon. They discuss what they are seeing and hearing on both sides of the border as the conflict appears to be "spiralling into an abyss". And with the US election now four weeks away, they ask whether the economic and military consequences of the war could determine where it's Donald Trump or Kamala Harris in the Oval Office. Click here to watch the full episode on YouTube. To get in touch or to share questions for Engel and Hakim, email theworld@sky.uk. Electoral Dysfunction is back on Friday.
Lauren Layfield introduces The World with Richard Engel and Yalda Hakim on the series recommendation show Your Next Podcast. The idea for The World podcast stems from two events in the careers of its presenters. In 2007 Richard was invited to the White House for a private one-on-one meeting with President George W Bush to discuss Iraq and Middle East policy. It was Richard's ability to be in the thick of the fighting while at the same time provide fast, accurate and wide-reaching analysis of what was happening that interested the president. Since then, Richard's in-depth knowledge and expertise has continued to be in demand among influential figures across the globe – and it is precisely this insight we will be offering to the audience every week. In 2021, immediately prior to the fall of Kabul, Yalda received a call from the Taliban live on air. In a world exclusive, the spokesman assured Yalda that no one in the city would be harmed by their troops when they entered the city. It was an episode that highlighted that Yalda is one of the best connected and well-respected journalists in the business – and the show will be drawing on her extensive contacts book to provide most knowledgeable and high-profile guests. Join Richard and Yalda for The World as they cross the globe from the mass migration routes of Mexico to the frontline battles of the Middle East as they report, probe and ask the questions to make sure you can really understand what is happening in the world today – and why it matters to you. Follow The World with Richard Engel and Yalda Hakim wherever you're reading this.
Sky News' Yalda Hakim and NBC's Richard Engel have covered world events for years. Now, they team up for a new podcast to share their experiences from the frontline. They debrief from global flashpoints and discuss their encounters with the biggest decision makers. They'll also be joined by some of those key players to help make sense of world events. From conflict in the Middle East, to the US election, and the war in Ukraine there is no better place for analysis and expertise.New episodes from Richard and Yalda every Wednesday, starting October 9th.
Sky News' Yalda Hakim and NBC's Richard Engel have covered world events for years. Now, they team up for a new podcast to share their experiences from the frontline. They debrief from global flashpoints and discuss their encounters with the biggest decision makers. They'll also be joined by some of those key players to help make sense of world events. From conflict in the Middle East, to the US election, and the war in Ukraine there is no better place for analysis and expertise.New episodes from Richard and Yalda every Wednesday, starting October 9th.
Sky News' Yalda Hakim and NBC's Richard Engel have covered world events for years. Now, they team up for a new podcast to share their experiences from the frontline. They debrief from global flashpoints and discuss their encounters with the biggest decision makers. They'll also be joined by some of those key players to help make sense of world events. From conflict in the Middle East, to the US election, and the war in Ukraine there is no better place for analysis and expertise.New episodes from Richard and Yalda every Wednesday, starting October 9th.
Sky News' Yalda Hakim and NBC's Richard Engel have covered world events for years. Now, they team up for a new podcast to share their experiences from the frontline. They debrief from global flashpoints and discuss their encounters with the biggest decision makers. They'll also be joined by some of those key players to help make sense of world events. From conflict in the Middle East, to the US election, and the war in Ukraine there is no better place for analysis and expertise.New episodes from Richard and Yalda every Wednesday, starting October 9th.
Sky News' Yalda Hakim and NBC's Richard Engel have covered world events for years. Now, they team up for a new podcast to share their experiences from the frontline. They debrief from global flashpoints and discuss their encounters with the biggest decision makers. They'll also be joined by some of those key players to help make sense of world events. From conflict in the Middle East, to the US election, and the war in Ukraine there is no better place for analysis and expertise.New episodes from Richard and Yalda every Wednesday, starting October 9th.
We're discussing Investing in the Future: Healing Access to Primary Care! Faisel and Dan are joined by Dr. Yalda Jabbarpour – Director of the Robert Graham Center.Our conversation revolves around how primary care can increase life expectancy, what infrastructure changes are necessary for a healthier population, and why high-functioning care teams can lead to better outcomes.Learn more about the Primary Care workforce crisis: https://www.primarycareforamerica.org/workforce/
On 16 September 2022, Iranian photojournalist Yalda Moaiery was out on the streets of the Iranian capital Tehran, capturing images of protests that were soon to sweep around the world.Days before, Mahsa Amini, a 22-year-old girl from Kurdistan, had been arrested by Iran's morality police, accused of not wearing her headscarf properly. Shortly after that, news emerged that Mahsa had died in police custody. Though the authorities have always denied it, eyewitnesses say she was severely beaten by prison officers, later dying of the injuries she had sustained. It was a pivotal moment for hundreds of thousands of people in Iran, who took to the streets, chanting “Women, Life, Freedom”. In this episode, Nicola speaks to Yalda about being detained in the notorious Qarchak prison, what she witnessed at the protests and the brutal crackdowns that followed. Nearly two years on, how much has changed for women in Iran, and for those who expose the truth about what's really going on there?Presented by Nicola KellyProducer: Kevin CanersFollowed ARTICLE 19 on:Twitter: https://twitter.com/article19org Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ARTICLE19org LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/company/article19/
Dr. Yalda Jamali, our expert in the hot seat today, is a cosmetic doctor famed for her natural, subtle approach to facial contouring. She helps patients tackle skin issues from overdoing their routines, guiding them to calmer, more effective skincare. Today she builds us a custom routine for those who tend to overdo it. Plus, sorry Youbies but filler is over. Dr Yalda wants you to know about the new treatment on the block that's going to have your skin looking plumper, more natural and just better, over the long term. LINKS TO EVERYTHING MENTIONED: CeraVe Daily Moisturising Lotion $18 Cetaphil Moisturising Lotion $26 La Roche-Posay Toleriane Sensitive Facial Moisturiser $37 Neostrata Restore Fragrance-Free Facial Cleanser $57 Olay Regenerist Collagen Peptide Moisturiser Skin Care $60 Medik8 Liquid Peptides Drone-Targeted Peptide Complex $110 ZO SKIN HEALTH Growth Factor Serum $168 Alpha-H Vitamin C Serum with 10% Ethyl Ascorbic Acid $85 ZO Skin Health Complexion Clarifying Serum $110 Clinique Anti-Blemish Solutions Liquid Makeup $63 Clinique Anti-Blemish Solutions Clarifying Lotion $45 mesoestetic ultimate micropeel $98 Medik8 Advanced Night Restore $138 Clinique Smart Clinical Repair Wrinkle Correcting Rich Cream $128 Medik8 Crystal Retinal 1 $89 SUBSCRIBE: Subscribe to Mamamia Vote in the 2024 You Beauty Awards Sign up for our free You Beauty weekly newsletter for our product recommendations, exclusive beauty news, reviews, articles, deals and much more! Want to try our new exercise app? Click here to start a seven-day free trial of MOVE by Mamamia GET IN TOUCH: Got a beauty question you want answered? Email us at youbeauty@mamamia.com.au or send us a voice message, and one of our Podcast Producers will come back to you ASAP. Join our You Beauty Facebook Group here. You Beauty is a podcast by Mamamia. Listen to more Mamamia podcasts here. CREDITS: Host: Erin Docherty Guest: Dr Yalda Jamali Producer: Cassie Merritt Audio Producer: Lu Hill Mamamia acknowledges the Traditional Owners of the Land we have recorded this podcast on, the Gadigal people of the Eora Nation. We pay our respects to their Elders past and present, and extend that respect to all Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander cultures.Become a Mamamia subscriber: https://www.mamamia.com.au/subscribeSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
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durée : 00:59:40 - Le 13/14 - par : Bruno Duvic - Nous recevons aujourd'hui l'autrice et metteuse en scène Aïla Navidi pour sa pièce "4211 km" récompensée du Molière du spectacle de théâtre privé et la comédienne Olivia Pavlou-Graham, interprète du rôle de Yalda et récompensée du Molière de la révélation féminine 2024 pour « 4 211 km ».
Unlock the holistic healing secrets for PCOS with Dr. Yalda Mendoza, our esteemed guest, who brings her expertise in women's pelvic health and physical therapy right to your ears. Together, we dissect the challenges of PCOS and PCOD, unveiling how these conditions differ in more than just severity, but also in the day-to-day realities they impose on women's lives. Dr. Mendoza's passionate storytelling from the front lines of female health care reveals why seeing patients as whole beings is crucial in providing relief and improving their quality of life.Ever wondered how a well-designed exercise program or the right manual therapy can revolutionize hormonal health? We cover this and more as we discuss the transformative power of personalized care in the realm of physical therapy. With insights into deep visceral mobilization techniques and the benefits of a collaborative healthcare approach, this episode is a veritable masterclass. We highlight the need for communication and education between patients and healthcare providers, emphasizing the significance of setting realistic goals and managing expectations for conditions that require long-term management.Finally, we nourish your curiosity on the role of diet in managing PCOS with a balanced approach that eschews extreme measures. Dr. Mendoza and I tackle the value of patient education in dietary choices and the powerful impact a supportive healthcare team can have in one's health journey. This episode is a wealth of knowledge for anyone looking to understand or manage PCOS, and it's brimming with practical advice, shared experiences, and the reassurance that you're not alone in this fight. Join us for an enlightening discussion that promises to leave you informed, empowered, and ready to take control of your health.PCOS Nutrition ResourcePCOS Awareness Association Restore Therapeutic Thank you for listening. Please subscribe to this podcast and share with a friend. If you would like to know more about my services, please message at https://fueledbyleo.clientsecure.me/My YouTube Channel https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC0SqBP44jMNYSzlcJjOKJdg
MISES EN SCENE le mercredi et vendredi à 9h30 et 18h30. Chronique théâtrale animée par Sonia Jucquin ou Géraldine Elbaz qui traite de l'actualité des pièces de théâtre. Cette semaine, Géraldine nous parle de la pièce "4211 km" d'Aïla Navidi au Théâtre Marigny. 4 211 km c'est la distance entre Paris et Téhéran, celle parcourue par Mina et Fereydoun venus d'Iran pour se réfugier en France après une révolution qu'on leur a volée. Yalda leur fille, née à Paris nous raconte, leur vie exilée, leur combat pour la liberté, l'amour d'un pays et l'espoir d'un retour. Elle nous balade entre ses deux mondes : sa famille, des déracinés qui ne se plaignent jamais, et la société française dans laquelle elle cherche désespérément sa place. C'est l'histoire d'un héritage que l'on aime et que l'on déteste, c'est l'histoire d'hommes et de femmes qui cherchent à se frayer un nouveau chemin. Alors qu'en Iran le peuple se révolte depuis plus d'un an, cette pièce résonne de manière particulière. Elle nous éclaire sur la barbarie du régime islamique et témoigne du combat que mènent les Iraniens depuis plus de 44 ans – ceux qui ne sont plus là, ceux qui sont restés et les exilés. Renseignement : https://www.theatremarigny.fr/evenement/4211-km/ © Dimitri Klockenbring Hébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.
MISES EN SCENE le mercredi et vendredi à 9h30 et 18h30. Chronique théâtrale animée par Sonia Jucquin ou Géraldine Elbaz qui traite de l'actualité des pièces de théâtre. Cette semaine, Géraldine nous parle de la pièce "4211 km" d'Aïla Navidi au Théâtre Marigny. 4 211 km c'est la distance entre Paris et Téhéran, celle parcourue par Mina et Fereydoun venus d'Iran pour se réfugier en France après une révolution qu'on leur a volée. Yalda leur fille, née à Paris nous raconte, leur vie exilée, leur combat pour la liberté, l'amour d'un pays et l'espoir d'un retour. Elle nous balade entre ses deux mondes : sa famille, des déracinés qui ne se plaignent jamais, et la société française dans laquelle elle cherche désespérément sa place. C'est l'histoire d'un héritage que l'on aime et que l'on déteste, c'est l'histoire d'hommes et de femmes qui cherchent à se frayer un nouveau chemin. Alors qu'en Iran le peuple se révolte depuis plus d'un an, cette pièce résonne de manière particulière. Elle nous éclaire sur la barbarie du régime islamique et témoigne du combat que mènent les Iraniens depuis plus de 44 ans – ceux qui ne sont plus là, ceux qui sont restés et les exilés. Renseignement : https://www.theatremarigny.fr/evenement/4211-km/ © Dimitri Klockenbring Hébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.
Dr. Yalda Uhls joins host Jessica Kantor and discusses the effect of storytelling on our kids. They discuss how media shapes children's worldview and how it's not how much a child watches but what they are watching that truly matters. Yalda T. Uhls, a former senior exec at MGM and Sony, left the movie world to study child development, earning a Ph.D. in Psychology at UCLA. Uhls recently founded The Center for Scholars & Storytellers, an organization dedicated to bridging the work of child development researchers and youth content creators. Uhls is also an assistant adjunct professor at UCLA where she does research on how media affect the social behavior of tweens and teens and teaches a class on Digital Media and Human Development. She is an advisor for YouTube Kids and Family, The Bill and Melinda Gates Equitable Future project, Common Sense Media and the Jacobs Foundations Learning and Science Exchange and the author of the parenting book Media Moms & Digital Dads: A Fact not Fear Approach to Parenting in the Digital Age. Research conducted by Dr. Uhls has been featured in Time Magazine, the NY Times, USA Today, NPR and many others, and published in academic journals such as Developmental Psychology and Computers in Human Behavior. New Episodes Every Wednesday!EPISODE CREDITS:Host, Producer, Editor: Jessica KantorBooker: Noelia MurphyBe sure to follow and tag Raising Cinephiles on Instagram
This week's episode is sponsored by: Ready for some retail therapy with a side of laughter and community? Look no further than Erin.Lane's monthly live sales! Each sale features a fresh theme (think whimsical unicorns, sassy llamas, you name it!), and you'll be the first to snag brand spankin' new fabrics. Who knows, you might just find your new favorite bag too. Make sure to never miss a minute (or fabric) by signing up for the newsletter, and keep up with us in real time by with our Facebook community, Erin.Lane Bag Buddies. Bag buddies always get first access to new bags and fabrics, because who doesn't want to share the love of their besties? Have you ever had to frog because you forgot a step several rows back? Or lost your spot because you dropped your magnet board or lost track with your highlighter tape? Instead of wrestling with paper, use the knitCompanion app. It keeps you on track so you can knit more and frog less. knitCompanion works with ALL your patterns and is available for Apple, Android, and Kindle Fire Devices Are you feeling dis-GRUNT-eled about your stash? Are you browsing Insta-HAM looking for knitting inspiration? Is color "kind of a PIG deal" in your life? Oink Pigments offers over one hundred forty PIG-ture perfect colorways to make you SQUEAL with delight. For a limited time only, bring home the bacon with code KNITMORE and get fifteen percent off in-stock yarns and fibers at oinkpigments dot com. Shop soon, because these pigs will FLY! Seismic Yarn & Dyeworks, based just outside of San Francisco, CA, creates color for people who love bold, saturated yarn and fiber as well as for those who might be *a little* afraid of wearing color. We dye a large range of colorways from neon and black light/UV reactive colors all the way through to deep, rich semi-solid, tonal, and low contrast variegated colorways. Of course, we only use the softest and most exquisite bases! Seismic Yarn & Dyeworks - color to rock your world! On the Needles: (0:35) Gigi: finishing knitting Meadowlands 9 in Yeti working on crochet border. Genevieve hat: Finished! Spur hat (only available on Ravelry, sorry) by Hiromi Nagasawa in coordinating wizard school yarn Jasmin is almost done with the Maxie's top test knit for Ainur Berkambayeva in Lisa Souza's Sylvie Silk in “Ruby" Jasmin is about 25% finished with her Birch Path Cowl by Karalee Harding in Seismic Yarns Butter Sock Bulky in “White Opal” Gigi ; started Meadowlands blanket #10 color way Talos Gigi: Jelliroll socks (only available on Ravelry, sorry for Genevieve Gigig loves sparkly sock yarn from Lazersheep Pancakes for Findus (In Stitches: ) Gigi: threw a month worth of socks into the washing machine Mother Knows Best:(31:02) Make lists and delegate. Everyone works together, and takes breaks together Knit more, know more:(44:51) A segment about Persian culture, history, or just generally cool stuff about Persian people. Yalda recap Books on Persian Poetry: - Omar Khayyam - Rumi Straw into Gold:(53:19) One small, white Targhee fleece, finished the spinning. And sew on:(59:30) Xmas gift stuff
In this episode, Sky News' new international presenter Yalda Hakim gets time with defence and security editor Deborah Haynes and special correspondent Alex Crawford to talk about the airstrikes on Houthis in Yemen - why they happened, how they happened and what could happen next. Alex has covered Yemen for years and has interviewed Houthi leaders. Deborah says the action is a "high-risk balancing act". Her analysis is it "could yet trigger a regional war". :: Our new primetime foreign affairs show, The World with Yalda Hakim, launches on Sky News on 22 January, airing Monday to Thursday from 9-10pm. Producer: Alex Edden Promotions Producer: Jada-Kai Meosa John Editor: Wendy Parker
On the eve of Yalda, the Iranian Winter-Solstice, we review writer-director Maryam Keshavarz's The Persian Version with our friends Arezou and Samira. How well does Keshavarz do at portraying a unique yet universal experience through Leila (Layla Mohammadi) and her mother Shireen (Niousha Noor)? How does intergenerational trauma shape our familial relationships, and what can we do for healing? We also discuss Yalda as a holiday and why we celebrate it, discuss the ongoing genocide in Gaza, give our recommendations, and much more. Decolonize Palestine Support the Palestinian American Medical Association (PAMA) and families in Gaza Six ways you can support Palestinians in Gaza Islamic Relief USA: Support Families in Palestine Our music is composed by Ashley Hefnawy. You can find more of her music here. We are a proud member of the Hard NOC podcast family. Follow Arezou on Twitter @ArezouAmin Follow Samira on Twitter @samira_says Follow Swara on Twitter @spiderswarz Follow us on Twitter: @TheMiddleGeeks Follow us on Instagram @TheMiddleGeeks Subscribe to The Middle Geeks on Hard NOC Media Please support us on Patreon!
This week's episode is sponsored by: Ready for some retail therapy with a side of laughter and community? Look no further than Erin.Lane's monthly live sales! Each sale features a fresh theme (think whimsical unicorns, sassy llamas, you name it!), and you'll be the first to snag brand spankin' new fabrics. Who knows, you might just find your new favorite bag too. Make sure to never miss a minute (or fabric) by signing up for the newsletter, and keep up with us in real time by with our Facebook community, Erin.Lane Bag Buddies. Bag buddies always get first access to new bags and fabrics, because who doesn't want to share the love of their besties? Have you ever had to frog because you forgot a step several rows back? Or lost your spot because you dropped your magnet board or lost track with your highlighter tape? Instead of wrestling with paper, use the knitCompanion app. It keeps you on track so you can knit more and frog less. knitCompanion works with ALL your patterns and is available for Apple, Android, and Kindle Fire Devices Are you feeling dis-GRUNT-eled about your stash? Are you browsing Insta-HAM looking for knitting inspiration? Is color "kind of a PIG deal" in your life? Oink Pigments offers over one hundred forty PIG-ture perfect colorways to make you SQUEAL with delight. For a limited time only, bring home the bacon with code KNITMORE and get fifteen percent off in-stock yarns and fibers at oinkpigments dot com. Shop soon, because these pigs will FLY! Seismic Yarn & Dyeworks, based just outside of San Francisco, CA, creates color for people who love bold, saturated yarn and fiber as well as for those who might be *a little* afraid of wearing color. We dye a large range of colorways from neon and black light/UV reactive colors all the way through to deep, rich semi-solid, tonal, and low contrast variegated colorways. Of course, we only use the softest and most exquisite bases! Seismic Yarn & Dyeworks - color to rock your world! On the Needles:(0:38) Gigi: FO Meadowlands 8 Chimera. Rainbow with a lot of grey shades . Did not enjoy the colors Finished setting in the sleeves/attaching hood on my Patons Cabled Hoodie in Seismic Yarns “Citrine” Butter Sock Dk. Just needs a zipper Genevieve hat: Spur hat by Hiromi Nagasawa in coordinating wizard school yarn, starting crown decreases. Jasmin is almost done with the Maxie's top test knit for Ainur Berkambayeva in Lisa Souza's Sylvie Silk in “Ruby" Gigi started the Meadowlands 9, out of Mandala :Yeti and is now working on the crochet border Jasmin mentions "Try-IT-ON Tubing" Jasmin mentions Kino Knits Mother Knows Best:(13:59) Kevlar glove! Mandolin cutter When knitting attacks:(20:11) Gigi: there was a small hole. Had made a yarn over into an extra stitch. Dropped it. It worked! Also: end of yarn cake totally fell apart, got out a Nostepinne and wound a new center pull cake Knit more, know more:(24:59) A segment about Persian culture, history, or just generally cool stuff about Persian people. Yalda /Solstice prep! Translations of Persian mythology LINK Author? Yalda checklist from Chai and Conversation https://www.instagram.com/p/C0uSA7rxfnR/ Translations of Persian mythology: Persian Myths and Tales, Persian Myths & Legends: Tales of Heroes, Gods & Monsters Straw into Gold:(39:26) Jasmin: the spinning on the giant Incredibles Sweater project is FINISHED. And Sew On:(41:22) Buttons on Band uniforms Dresses we wore to Sam's wedding
Join us for an extraordinary journey into the heart of Persian culture as we celebrate Yalda, the longest and darkest night of the year. Listen in as we, your hosts Bita and Beata, explore the traditions of this beloved holiday. From staying up late, enjoying music and poetry, to indulging in delectable food, we bring you an intimate look into how Yalda Night is celebrated, also called Shabeh Yalda. Be prepared for personal stories, the discovery of old pre-revolution records, and enchanting poetry and music. Venture further into Yalda Night's customs by discussing the holiday's food and drink. Learn about the significance of the traditional foods associated with Yalda, including pomegranates, watermelon, and winter dishes from Persian cuisine. We also reveal fun recipes for festive drinks - a pomegranate spritz and a Persian mulled wine tea. We round off our Yalda Night episode by revealing our holiday and New Year plans and reflections on the podcast and press achievements from 2023. So, gather your loved ones, prepare tea and sweets, and join us as we journey through Yalda Night. We wish you a happy Yalda season and a fantastic start to the new year. Thank you for joining us, and we look forward to seeing you next time. Episodes mentioned: Episode 128: Setting Sofreh Episode 114: Yalda Winter Solstice Episode 63: Yalda References: Fountain of Light, original score piano by Firooz Mohtadi All Modern Persian Food podcast episodes can be found at Episodes Sign up for the email newsletter here! Check us out on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, and YouTube Subscribe to the Modern Persian Food podcast on your favorite podcast player, and share this episode with a friend. Opening and closing music composed by Amir Etemadzadeh, www.amirschoolofmusic.com Podcast production by Alvarez Audio
A new edition of the Monday Roundtable with Pegah and Raha joining Jian in the Roqe Studio to weigh in on: (1) a new outrageous edict by Iran's Supreme Council of the Cultural Revolution to rename celebratory Persian days such as Yalda and Chaharshanbe Suri; (2) the latest way the IR has found to impose gender segregation in schools; (3) a look at how Iranians are caught in the crossfire of global protests these days; and (4) explanations for Manoto TV's new memo about the possibility of closing down. Plus, Jian provides more details on the great “ghormeh sabzi disaster” of last week.
As the metaverse continues to evolve from fiction to reality, with platforms like Roblox, Fortnite, and Meta gaining popularity, should we be concerned about its implications, especially for our children? The Metaverse has had a tumultuous development to say the least - last year following its reveal there was a lot of hype surrounding the potential of what it can be. But the conversation quickly died down with recent leaps in AI development taking center stage. But with recent news of hyperrealistic podcasts now being filmed in the Metaverse, we're starting to get a glimpse of what this technology will entail in the future. With the concept of the metaverse still being an ambiguous concept to many, it's important to go past the hype and consider the safety and privacy implications of this technology. To shed light on this issue, Founder of Bracket Capital, Yalda Aoukar shares alarming statistics about the rise in online child exploitation and abuse. She discusses how predators are using online gaming and metaverse platforms to target children. Yalda provides perspective on whether big tech companies are doing enough to address these problems. She also talks about actions stakeholders like parents and policymakers can take to improve child safety online. Join this insightful conversation with WISE Director and Host Elyas Felfoul as Yalda highlights the work still needed to make the metaverse and internet a safer place for kids. Bracket Foundation: https://www.bracketfoundation.org Gaming and the Metaverse report: https://bit.ly/45vm6zi ------ If you enjoyed this episode, would you consider leaving us a review on Apple Podcasts/iTunes? It really helps out the show and we would greatly appreciate it. Website: wise-qatar.org Twitter: twitter.com/WISE_Tweets Instagram: @wiseqatar Facebook: facebook.com/wiseqatar/ Linkedin: bit.ly/2JKThYf
Yalda and Asad share their stories of getting their families to the U.S.
BBC World News host Yalda Hakim interacts with Sadhguru. Their conversation covers a spectrum of issues relevant today including religious violence, political correctness and artificial intelligence. Conscious Planet: https://www.consciousplanet.org Sadhguru App (Download): https://onelink.to/sadhguru__app Official Sadhguru Website: https://isha.sadhguru.org Sadhguru Exclusive: https://isha.sadhguru.org/in/en/sadhguru-exclusive Inner Engineering Link: isha.co/ieo-podcast Yogi, mystic and visionary, Sadhguru is a spiritual master with a difference. An arresting blend of profundity and pragmatism, his life and work serves as a reminder that yoga is a contemporary science, vitally relevant to our times.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
Ramadan Mubarak! We check in with people of the Muslim community, their intentions, traditions and plans for making the most of this holy month. Ramadan has begun, which means that close to two billion people worldwide will be abstaining from food and water from sunrise to sunset. But Ramadan is about much more than fasting. It is one of the most sacred periods for Muslims. The vastly diverse global community of Muslims spends the month of Ramadan exploring the deeper and personal meaning of their faith. It is also a time for the community to practice generosity–to themselves and others. To celebrate and learn more about this holiday, host Kai Wright speaks to Ahmed Ali Akbar, a James Beard award-winning writer and the host of the Crooked Media podcast Radiolingo. Akbar is also the creator and host of See Something Say Something, a podcast focused on the Muslim American experience. Together, they explore how Ramadan celebrations can evolve over time and take calls from listeners who are celebrating. We also hear from producer Rahima Nasa about her plans for Ramadan from trying new recipes to learning about different Islamic cultures. You can follow her celebration on our Instagram @noteswithkai. She'll be posting weekly throughout the month. Companion listening for this episode: Face the Darkness, Welcome the Light (12/20/2021) Do you need a revival? On the longest night of the year, join us to celebrate Yalda, a poetic Persian tradition. “Notes from America” airs live on Sunday evenings at 6pm ET. The podcast episodes are lightly edited from our live broadcasts. To catch all the action, tune into the show on Sunday nights via the stream on notesfromamerica.org or on WNYC's YouTube channel. We want to hear from you! Connect with us on Instagram and Twitter @noteswithkai or email us at notes@wnyc.org.
The soundtrack to our winter holidays is dominated by standards. But among the songs most of us know by heart are bold new tunes by artists who hope to capture our hearts with lyrics and melodies that evoke both nostalgia and new traditions. Lindsay Kimball, Program Director for Minnesota Public Radio's renowned music station The Current, joins host Kai Wright to talk about what she considers when curating music for the station's holiday stream. Together, they make a live holiday playlist with the help of listeners…and some impromptu live performances. Check out the playlist here! We'll keep compiling your suggestions, so keep them coming all season long. Companion listening for this episode: Face the Darkness, Welcome the Light (12/20/2021) Do you need a revival? On the longest night of the year, join us to celebrate Yalda, a poetic Persian tradition. Then, a conversation about those we've lost with artist Gregory Porter. “Notes from America” airs live on Sunday evenings at 6pm ET. The podcast episodes are lightly edited from our live broadcasts. To catch all the action, tune into the show on Sunday nights via the stream on notesfromamerica.org or on WNYC's YouTube channel. We want to hear from you! Connect with us on Instagram and Twitter @noteswithkai or email us at notes@wnyc.org.
This week's episode is sponsored by: Carry your creativity with Erin Lane Bags! Whether you show your fiber fandom with the woolly wonder Sheepleverse, or dive into history with the Curiosities collection, our project bags, totes, and hook and needle organizers are at the ready to keep your hobby happy. Go to HelloFresh dot com slash knitmore18 and use code knitmore18 for 18 free meals plus free shipping! Have you ever had to frog because you forgot a step several rows back? Or lost your spot because you dropped your magnet board or lost track with your highlighter tape? Instead of wrestling with paper, use the knitCompanion app. It keeps you on track so you can knit more and frog less. knitCompanion works with ALL your patterns and is available for Apple, Android, and Kindle Fire Devices Are you feeling dis-GRUNT-eled about your stash? Are you browsing Insta-HAM looking for knitting inspiration? Is color "kind of a PIG deal" in your life? Oink Pigments offers over one hundred forty PIG-ture perfect colorways to make you SQUEAL with delight. For a limited time only, bring home the bacon with code KNITMORE and get fifteen percent off in-stock yarns and fibers at oinkpigments dot com. Shop soon, because these pigs will FLY! Get to know your loved ones better and preserve those special moments forever with StoryWorth! Right now, for a limited time, you can save $10 on your first purchase when you go to StoryWorth.com/knitmoregirls On the Needles: (0:42) Gigi : Andrew's sock at Jasmin's. Cuff of #2 Jasmin finished Genevieve's Science Camp hat in Oink Pigments “Slime Scene Investigation” Gigi working on another pair of socks for Andrew for knitting at my house gusset decreases Jasmin is tubularly binding off her Pumpkin Patch sweater, all from well-aged yarn. Jasmin: super political embroidered art project BIG REVEAL. (Details on Substack) Rex's Godzilla sweater: Finished, finished, finished! (Details on Substack) Jasmin finished her Musselburgh hat in Always be Kind yarn's “Inclusive Pride Stripes” Jasmin is grafting the under arm on the Altblebragenser in Frost Yarn's Reverse Speckle rainbow and Teal Torch Knits 9 neons. Gnomes in the yoke sweater (Go Big or Go Gnome, only on Ravelry). She mentions Jennifer Steingass's tree charts (in the Vintersol Pattern) Events:(13:58) Grinch-along is ONGOING The Sweetest season (CORRECTION: The film is called "The Happiest Season") Gigi mentions Dr Gemma In Stitches:(20:02) Gigi :Katarina jacket, by Cocoknits , Knitmore cowl, wool socks Jasmin: Boob Window, Match and Move shawl, Tectonic Pullover, Modern Art by Stella Egidi, Genevieve: Pantastic Hoodie, Musselburgh Hat, Mother Knows Best:(24:49) You Holido You! Bob's Burgers Holiday music When Knitting Attacks:(30:41) Jasmin has been challenged by the Altbrebragenser Knit more, know more:(33:02) A segment about Persian culture, history, or just generally cool stuff about Persian people. Yalda: longest night of the year And Sew on:(40:46) Donating knitting magazines to school. Finishing techniques :calendering, brushing singeing Jasmin Sewed the banner on the pocket of the denim jacket.
It's becoming and increasingly common (and important) question: are we allowed to tell stories about characters whose lives don't reflect our own? On today's show, UCLA psychologist Dr. Yalda T. Uhls answers this question, in addition to addressing questions around TV programming for kids and adolescent viewers, and unconcious bias in our writing. --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/thescreenwritinglife/support