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Salima Farhoud

It was just after sunset when I stepped onto the balcony. The air had cooled, and the call to prayer drifted through the streets of Baghdad, Iraq, blending with the distant hum of traffic. I leaned against the railing, staring out at the city that always felt like a strange mix of comfort and struggle. I’ve seen both up close.

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Paul Nickels

I step off the stage, the lights still buzzing in my ears, and the sound of laughter echoing faintly as I make my way back to the dressing room. Another packed show in Las Vegas, USA. Another night of making people laugh. But the high, the rush—it’s gone as soon as the applause fades.

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Valeria Marquez

Six months have passed since the last time I saw him. Six months of waking up every morning, hoping for a message, a call, anything that would tell me where my husband is. The first few weeks were unbearable, the silence overwhelming. People from the neighborhood here in Guadalajara, Mexico, would stop by, offer food, their condolences, but as time went on, their visits became less frequent.

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Sunny Naing

I never imagined life would change so drastically. Three years ago, I was teaching mechanical engineering at a university in Naypyidaw, Myanmar, enjoying the routine of lectures and guiding students through problem-solving. It was fulfilling. But when the war began, everything I knew disappeared. The protests, at first peaceful, turned violent. Many of my friends were taken, tortured, or killed. It was clear the junta wasn’t going to stop.

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Sade Ngozi

Today, as I stood outside the metro station, the chill of Moscow’s autumn air nipping at my skin, I found myself, again, fielding stares. The thing is, I don’t even notice them right away anymore. You develop a kind of sixth sense for these things after 24 years. My headphones blared music, a way to shut out the noise of it all—sometimes literally, sometimes metaphorically. But as I waited for my friend Nadia, I couldn’t help but think about my recent apartment hunt.

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Piotr Kowalski

I haven't been sleeping well lately. Every night, I lie awake, staring at the ceiling, my mind racing with everything I’ve done. I know exactly why I can't rest, and the guilt is suffocating. For years, I’ve run a successful garage just outside Warsaw, Poland, working on cars for all kinds of people. It started off honest enough—fixing up vehicles, dealing with breakdowns, the usual. But then, a few years back, I partnered with a car dealer who had a different kind of business.

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Yara de Graaf

A few days ago, something strange happened. I was sitting at my desk in the crisis center, ready for my regular evening shift. As a psychologist with my own practice in Amsterdam, Netherlands, I volunteer twice a week after work, taking calls from people in crisis. I’m 39 now, and after three years of doing this, I’ve learned to expect the unexpected. But this call caught me off guard in a way I hadn’t anticipated.

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Martin Weber

It’s a cold morning in Rostock, Germany, like so many others. I pull on my jacket, heading out for my usual walk. Nine years out of prison, but every day feels like I’m still making up for what I did. Back in the '90s, I was a violent skinhead. A Vietnamese man died because of me. I beat him so badly he slipped into a coma and never woke up.

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Rosie Hamilton

I had just wrapped up a reading in Bath, England, still buzzing from the energy, when I decided, on a whim, to come home a day early. My husband, Richard, a lawyer, was in London on business, so I didn’t think it would be much of a disruption. I sent him a quick text to let him know, but got no reply. No big deal.

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Mohammed Owusu

Every morning, the acrid smell of burning plastic from Agbogbloshie, Ghana, greets me as I walk to the bus stop. It’s a constant reminder of the harsh reality faced by the thousands of young people who work there. As I wait for the bus, I can’t help but notice the stark contrast between my life and theirs. I’m 43 now, and though life hasn’t always been easy, I’m grateful for the opportunities that have led me to where I am today.

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Leila Amirov

I've been back with my family in Baku, Azerbaijan, for a week now. The last few months seem like a dream. I spent three months in Los Angeles, where I had a major role in a Hollywood movie. It's so surreal. My days here start early. The soft hum of the city waking up filters through my window. My mother, already in her nurse's uniform, pours herself a cup of tea. I join her, enjoying these quiet moments before my siblings wake up.

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Illya Lyashenko

Today, like every other day, I opened my bookshop in Kiev, Ukraine, just as the morning light crept into the city. The air was crisp, and the sound of early traffic filled the silence left by the night. As I unlocked the door and turned the sign to "open," I noticed a small crowd already waiting outside—eager customers, perhaps longing for a new story to transport them, if only for a little while.

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Linn Carlsen

Last winter, I needed a break. Work at the bank had been relentless, and the grey Copenhagen, Denmark, days felt endless. Lars, my husband, saw how drained I was and suggested I take a trip alone. A family holiday sounded nice, but it’s hard to unwind with two kids in tow. So, I booked a solo trip to Gran Canaria, hoping for some sun and peace.

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Jules Gaillard

The mornings are quiet here in our small village near Grenoble, France. I like to sit in the garden with my herbal tea, watching the sunlight make its way through the trees, feeling the cool air on my face. I take my time; there’s no rush anymore. At 76, life has a different rhythm. I think back sometimes to when I was 48 and was told I wouldn’t live much longer. The doctor’s words were so final, the kind that turn your world upside down.

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Nivia Silveira

My mornings start early, well before the sun even thinks about peeking over the horizon. By 6 a.m., I’m already at my snack bar in Pelourinho, the historic neighborhood in the upper city of Salvador, Brazil, known for its colonial architecture and lively streets. My little stall has been my life for the past five years. My mother taught me how to make acarajé when I was just a girl, and I’ve been perfecting it ever since.

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Eldar Kambarov

The hum of the equipment fills the room, a comforting sound that reminds me everything is running smoothly. I glance at the seismograph, its needle tracing steady lines on the paper. There’s always a quiet tension here, a readiness for the slightest tremor. Working at the earthquake station near Almaty, Kazakhstan, keeps me alert in ways I never imagined when I first started this job years ago.

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Cecilia Alvarez

It was a typical Tuesday afternoon, and I was at my editing station, piecing together the final segments for the evening news. The newsroom buzzed around me—reporters rushing to meet deadlines, the hum of the cameras, the steady chatter of the anchors rehearsing their lines. As an editor for a well-known broadcaster here in Quito, Ecuador, I’ve always thrived under the pressure.

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Loris Koch

Last week, I sat in the kitchen with my parents, arguing again. My mom was stirring a pot of something that smelled like cheese and garlic, and my dad was looking at me over the rim of his glasses, his face lined with worry. I’ve heard it a thousand times. To them, I'm just a stubborn 19-year-old who thinks he can change the world by blocking traffic.

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Romina Marchetti

Yesterday morning, I sat at my kitchen table, sipping a cup of espresso as the sun cast its warm glow over the rooftops of Florence. The air was crisp, and I could hear the distant hum of the city waking up. Luna, my cat, nestled on my lap, purring softly. I’ve come to cherish these small moments more than ever since I retired two years ago at the age of 65.

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Kito Uwizeye

Every morning, just before dawn, I walk to the edge of the plantation, feeling the cool air of Lake Kivu. The coffee trees stretch over two hectares, a piece of Rwanda my family has tended for generations. We produce some of the best coffee around, and it's something I take pride in. My workers and I have built a good life here, and as the country's economy improves, we’ve shared in its growth.

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