The Likers

Do you read what you’ ‘Like”?

The Galician Lad

Who are they? How do they attack? Are they dangerous or wild? Many questions have been gathered around the myth of the Likers. Here, we will give you some of the answers, thanks to one scientific who studies them. His name is Bastien Likeable, from Switzerland. He carries his work in the University of Gin, in the Unlikely Science Department. He was kind enough to answer our questions:

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My name is Marwa, and I am a Muslim.

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Dear @realdonaldtrump,

 My name is Marwa, and I am a Muslim.

I heard you wanted us the start wearing ID badges, so I decided to choose one for myself.

I am not easily identifiable as a ‪


just by looking at me, so my new badge will let me display proudly who I am.

I chose the peace sign because it represents my ‪


The one that taught me to oppose ‪injustice and yearn for ‪unity.

The one that taught me that killing one innocent life is equivalent to killing humanity.

I heard you want to track us as well.


You can come with me on my Cancer Awareness walks at the local middle school, or you can follow me to work where it’s my job to create happiness.

You can also see how my local mosque makes PB&J sandwiches for the…

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A Flower For My “Forever” Mom

August 21st
There are moments in life that are so profound on so many levels that their impact is hard to describe.

Yesterday a package arrived for me from lbeth1950 whose blog Nutsrok was one of the first blogs I read after I joined the WordPress community.

I opened the package and found a beautiful hand-made bag from lbeth and a poem from her Mother.

I will never again doubt the existence of unconditional acceptance and love.

Love is everywhere.

We have to extend ourselves to find it.

It took me two years to gain the confidence to move beyond Flickr into other forms of social media.

If this blog never gets another view or follower again, I will consider it a success because of the bag and the gift of this poem from lbeth’s Mother:


If you had been my little boy
I’m sure our lives would have been filled with joy
Tho’ there were five there would have been
room for one more childish grin.

Though time has passed and the years have gone
we should never feel that we’re alone.

‘Ere my battle is over, and my race is run-
I want you to know you’re my ‘forever’ Son.

Lest you forget you’ll always be-
My Son from now to eternity.

Kathleen Swain