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@bailee_xox @TaraKhanS Kind of reminded me of this gem...

@Hellionworks I should send my bitter half 🤪

@ChelC_FrosT help her 😂

"He jests at scars who never felt a wound"... #CSLewis

CALLING ALL OMBLES. WE NEED YOU. 🫵 One Minute Brief of the Day: Create posters to encourage @elonmusk @support & @X to take action and fix the glitch has been stopping us from welcoming new OMBLES into our community. A problem that we have been asking them to fix for two years. #XGlitch £50 cash prize for today’s winner🥇 We receive 100 submissions on average every day. Each one getting a retweet. However, some of them are being hidden from us. If you search #OMBTNS…you’ll see a selection of tweets that, not only didn’t we receive a notification for, but were completely hidden from our account. Even when fellow OMBLES replied to the tweets to highlight them. The tweet they’ve replied to shows as ‘unavailable’ to us as if it doesn’t exist. This was either a deliberate algorithm block against our account because we regularly trend organically or because our feed has such high engagement that certain tweets are being stopped from reaching us. We have our quality filter turned off and should receive ALL notifications. But we aren’t. More often than not, the entries that are hidden are from brand new accounts with no followers or a low follower count, as well as previously inactive accounts. However it has been known to hide tweets from others too. This creates a big problem for our community as it is often people’s first ever submission that (seemingly) gets ignored by our feed, whilst everyone gets likes and retweets on their entries. It is daunting enough to enter for the first time and sharing a creative idea to a new community, without worrying that you’ve done something wrong or feeling unwelcome when your posts are not responded to. This means that people will feel like it’s not worth entering or that they are not meeting the requirements to enter, which is simply not the case. Everyone is welcome at OMB. It is free at the point of entry, to anyone, any age, anywhere in the world. We have been fighting to sort this issue for two years since before Elon took over and now Twitter has even less staff and we get no response at all to our support requests. All we want is to make sure that no OMBLE ever feels ignored when they enter, particularly on their first entries where people have created a brand new account solely to enter OMB. @Ads_By_Mads said: "As a returning OMBLE, I was surprised and confused and a little disheartened to find that @oneminutebriefs was not the same welcoming, responsive account that I remembered from my time participating four years prior. Imagine my relief on discovering that the problem was an #XGlitch and not a personal slight against my ideas! @X @elonmusk please sort this out so that everyone can feel included!" So now, we need all of the OMBLES to enter this one. Remember what it was like when you first entered and how you felt if you didn’t get your idea shared. Maybe it’s happened to you too? The more submissions the better today. If you’re someone who has ever entered before, we want you to take a minute to enter today and get this issue noticed. This is for your community and for your fellow OMBLES. ❤️

To grow women’s football, stop marketing it like the men’s game dlvr.it/T3n9pJ #Opinion

A group of narwhals is called a blessing. Not hard to see why 🐋👇✨ 🎥: Thomas Gasior and Tom Sparke

"No one can craft a jutti like I do" In the village of Rupana, veteran shoemaker Hans Raj is the only artisan who still makes leather juttis by hand, a craft requiring great skill and precision, and traditionally practised by Dalit families from Punjab ruralindiaonline.org/en/articles/no…

I know it seems next to impossible but if there are ways readers can connect with thise featured, would be a great way to help. ruralindiaonline.org/en/articles/no… #RuralIndiaOnline via @PARINetwork #Jutti

Bombing a country to protect arms supplies to a country commiting ethnic cleansing is absolutely insane

Get beautifully lost in the lanes of Pali village, Bombay. architecturaldigest.in/story/this-ban…

OMB @RCTCharity #JingleBalls Brief WINNER: @imalexrichards Winning the £150 cash prize with Billy's Ballbags Merch & RCT Goodie Bag for these two equally brilliant submissions!!

My biggest fear is being trapped in a small room with Santa. I have Claustrophobia.

@MTPAIndia Mesmerising #MauritiusThroughMyEyes

They say beauty is in the 😍 of the beholder, & Mauritius’ beauty knows no bounds! So tell us, when you see this video , what word comes to your mind? Comment one powerful word to describe this video Remember to use #MauritiusThroughMyEyes Tag a loved one to participate!

Those who accuse @newsclickin and myself of treason are saying that those who stand with the mass of the Indian people - the peasants and workers - are anti-Indian. To be India, for them, is to be with Adani. We are anti-Adani Indians. We are Jai Kisan, Jai Mazdoor Indians.

I just experienced one of my first ‘full circle’ moments. I bought this bottle of water on my train to Dublin and noticed the name - Tipperary. Almost immediately, I began humming a tune. I searched “Tipperary song” on Google and learned that it was an old wartime song during World War 1. There’s a backstory to this. When my mother, brother and I arrived to Canada as refugees from Afghanistan, we didn’t know a word of English. My mother, having to work 3 jobs, entrusted us in the care of a Norwegian-Canadian woman named Marit. Other than her routine 5 am hug, I barely saw my mother throughout my childhood. Marit was uncommonly kind to everyone she met. She was also dedicated to her church. While my mother focused on ensuring we maintained our Dari and Islamic values as children, Marit would also bring us to church on Sundays, welcoming us to her community. She always told us that Christians are brethren to the Muslim faith - we knew nothing but solidarity and respect as children. Marit’s husband, Merrill, was Irish. It was a routine practice of his to sit on the porch of his house, staring blankly into the forest behind their suburban home, with a pipe in his mouth. “It’s a long way to Tipperary..” He would hum. He would raise his arms like a conductor’s baton and usher my brother and I to join in. Within a few months, you could mistake us for an Irish choir. Now, at 28, I’m in Northern Ireland heading to Dublin, having just won an award as ‘Entrepreneur of the Year’ for my work dedicated to my country of origin, Afghanistan. My brother smiled solemnly to himself yesterday while we walked around Belfast. I asked him what he was thinking about. “Wouldn’t it have been amazing if Merrill was with us right now?” My throat closed tightly. I guess it really is a long way to Tipperary.

What it means. 🥹

Marguerite Annie Johnson was born in St Louis, Missouri in 1928. When she was 8 years old, her mother's boyfriend sexually abused her. He ended up spending only one night in jail, but was murdered four days later, most likely by one of Johnson's uncles. For the next 5 years, Johnson became a mute. "I thought, my voice killed him; I killed that man, because I told his name. And then I thought I would never speak again, because my voice would kill anyone." A teacher and family friend by the name of Mrs. Bertha Flowers was the one who started to help her speak again by introducing her to books written by literary heavyweights such as Charles Dickens, William Shakespeare and Edgar Allan Poe. The family soon moved to Oakland, California and at the age of 16, Johnson became the first first black female cable car conductor in San Francisco. She described it as her "dream job." However, in her 20s, she pivoted careers and began studying modern dance, eventually performing professionally in nightclubs around San Francisco in the early 1950s. It was during this time that Johnson decided to change her name to Maya Angelou in order to set her apart from other dancers. From 1954 to 1955, Angelou toured Europe performing in an Opera production and made it a point to learn the languages of all the countries she visited. She became fluent in French, Spanish, Italian, Arabic, and Fanti. In 1959, she met writer John Oliver Killens who encouraged her to move to New York City, where she joined the Harlem Writers Guild and launched her writing career, becoming an important voice for women and the black community. In her 1969 autobiography, "I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings," Angelou writes, "There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you."

"We thank the railway authorities for appreciating my son’s effort. We are a poor family and it would be great if they could help him continue his education,” . Maybe @AshwiniVaishnaw could do something to accomodate him in some Railway school telegraphindia.com/west-bengal/me…

Have you ever wondered what the meaning behind the haka is? The haka is a traditional Māori dance representing a tribe's pride, strength and unity. It will leave you in awe. #NZMustDo

I need more of @mandybedi in my life ❤️ She speaks my kinda love language. #PRAXIS10 #Grateful