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My name is Malek. I am from Algeria. In 2002, I was working in a hotel establishment located in the Sahara, in southern Algeria. One day, an unexpected event changed my life forever.
That evening, I wasn’t working. I went into town, 15 kilometers from the hotel, to run some errands and have a coffee. Around 8:35 p.m., in complete darkness, I returned by bus. The driver kindly dropped me off on a nearby road, even though it wasn’t an official stop.
As I got off the bus, a sandstorm was raging. The streetlights around the hotel were off. While I was trying to cross the road, I neither saw nor heard a car approaching—probably due to poor visibility and the noise of the wind.
The car was driving at 80 km/h, according to the driver’s statement and the national gendarmerie’s report. Its headlights blinded me, and before I could react, it hit me. My body was thrown several meters away.
I traveled through a tunnel with colorful lights at lightning speed to abruptly stop near the end of the tunnel. I had an overwhelming sense of calmness. An entity, not in human form, more like a nebulous circle, emerges from the light and glides to me. I sense this entity as my maternal grandmother and feel loved/acceptance/a deep connection, all happening without words spoken. My grandmother says, "It's not your time." As quickly as I soared upward, I was back on Earth in a hospital bed, my arms strapped to the bed railings. The nurse comes into my room, tells me that I had died for a little over a minute, and when they brought me back I was so angry, cursing and fighting them to the point they had to use restraints. I didn't and still don't remember the nurse's account.
I am writing to inform you about an incident that occurred on the evening of May 26, 2024, at approximately 8:00 PM in Ostbevern-Lehmbrock (located between Münster and Osnabrück). This was not merely a case of drunk driving, but rather a drunken rampage—or even a drunken act of terror, reckless endangerment, or a near-fatal collision—that nearly resulted in mass casualties. I want to stress unequivocally that this event must not be classified as a mere "accident." The perpetrators were three intoxicated young adults—two men and one woman. The van was driven in an outrageously fast, aggressive, brutal, frightening, reckless, selfish, and grotesque manner. It is crucial that the public be made aware of what happened. My intent is to highlight the extreme danger posed by this criminal act and to urge that these three individuals be apprehended and sentenced to life imprisonment.
My name is Teddy Waiyaki. I am from Nairobi, Kenya, and I am a deaf and mute person. I want to share a life-changing experience I had in 2012—an experience that redefined my understanding of life, faith, and purpose.
At the time, I was gravely ill, suffering from heart pain and severe headaches. One night, as I tried to sleep, my body gave in to weakness and I collapsed. In that moment, I left this world—I died.
April 16, 2021—a day like any other—or so I thought. I felt the familiar flood of thoughts racing through my mind. My past, my struggles, my unanswered prayers. The promises I had made to myself and the ones I had broken. The dreams I had envisioned and the uncertainties that loomed over them. I took a deep breath, ending my meditation and whispered, “God, reveal to me what I need to know now.” Then, I went to take a bath.
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