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BROKEN BREATHA mother's prayer and a son's second birth Sometimes, we only understand the value of breath when it slips away. I didn’t just lose my breath—I collided with death, wrestled with life, and somewhere in between, I learned what it means to truly breathe. That day, I also learned this: a mother’s prayer can shake even destiny. *** The road we took, my friends and I, began with dreams of becoming police officers. After the exam, we passed the interview. We were hopeful. As I left the house, my mother looked into my eyes and whispere...
by KırıK TesTiBroken BreathThe road we took chasing dreams of becoming police officers turned into something else entirely — a trail etched with prayers. "May your path be open," my mother whispered, looking straight into my eyes before I left. On the way back from the interview, we noticed a small shrine on the roadside. I stopped the car. “This saint is waiting to see us,” I said. “It would be wrong not to stop.” We lifted our hands in supplication and prayed through the presence of the righteous soul resting there.Her words had once seeme...
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