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Rolando por la Algarín

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Aaliyah for The Oneworld Magazine Spring Issue photographed by Juan Algarin (1999)

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Character, book, and author names under the cut

Erik Klose- All For The Game by Nora Sakavic

Carmen Farooq-Lane- The Dreamer Trilogy by Maggie Stiefvater

Algarin Pendaloan- The Wheel of Time by Robert Jordan

Matty Cathley- Path of Vengeance by Cavan Scott

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Miguel Algarín, New Year’s Eve, December 31st 1975

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Aaliyah photographed by Juan Algarin wearing Atsuro Tayama Spring 1999 for OneWorld Magazine

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Marc-yndy Pierre, Damaris Barkley, @blvck_jezus_, for The Perfect Man magazine, photographed by Juan Algarin

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In continuation of WoTtober, here are the next six prompts and characters :

Saidin - Algarin "Emarin" Pendaloan

Mayene - Annoura Larisen

Biteme - Valan Luca

Leaf - Someshta, the Green Man

Rebel - Silviana Brehon

Bore - Herid Fel

For people wondering why Valan Luca looks like that : before sketching, I read the characters' description from the Companion, and sometimes go to their first appearance in the book, but I don't strictly stick to the text. Sometimes they give off a different impression in my head: for example, in the text Dyelin is blond with some grey hair, when I picture her with a fully silver head; Ituralde must have a beard in my mind, etc.

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R&B Icon Aaliyah photographed by Juan Algarin wearing Atsuro Tayama Spring 1999 for OneWorld Magazine via NYGELSARTORIAL

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cadsuane, prompt: empathy

[Send me a character or pairing, and a one word prompt, and I'll write you a drabble!]

Cadsuane’s small sitting room seemed to glow gold and red in the faint light of the dying sun. Clad in simple green gown suitable for an evening alone, she watched the sunset while working the handle of her oak hairbrush, the one carved with the trefoil leaves. It had been a gift from the King of Tarabon during one of her misadventures about a century ago. Her hair hung down her back today, out of it’s usual bun, still slightly shinny and damp from the water of her bath. It was glossy black now more then slightly streaked with grey. It would probably turn full white before to many more decades.

Cadsuane’s rose beds where visible to her through the sitting room window, long boxes filled with a shower of different colors, from red to white to gold to blue. For a while she had entertained the idea of cultivating a row of roses for each color of the Ajahs- but without the aid of the Power she could not find a way to cultivate brown and grey roses, and she knew herself enough to know that is she used the Power for one thing with the roses, she would end up leaning on it to much. She would would be coaxing them  to grow without thorns next, then to bloom just a little longer then the season would allow- and before she knew it the simple pleasure of the act of gardening would be all drained away.

“Good evening.” A voice called from the door to her sitting room, interrupting her thoughts, and Cadsuane looked up and found herself smiling. Emarin was there in the doorway, his head of dark brown curls seaming to glow as gold as everything else. They where tied back from his face in a simple cord, and his shirtsleeves of where rolled to the elbows. He had washed up thourughly before coming up to her of course- she had impressed the importance of keeping neat in him sharply- but some flour still clung to his forearms all the same, and to the white cloth bundle he held gently in the crook of his elbow.

You would never know, looking at him, that he was a Tearian High Lord. Or rather had been one. By the laws of Tear he had lost all claim to that title the moment he had first touched the Source.

“Good evening.” Cadsuane replied in kind as she rose, setting down her hair brush. “Another day’s labor?” She asked as she moved to the small tea table before the window. Emarin joined her, laying out the oblong bundle and setting down a small jar filled with jelly beside it.

Emarin nodded as he sat. “I barley burned this one.” He said dryly. “I’m improving. Algarin won’t be able to believe it.” Gently he unrolled the white cloth revealing a golden brown loaf of bred, the end caps just slightly turned an ugly black.

“Barely? Phwah.” She shook her head. “Well, you’ll have all tomorrow to take another stab boy. Still, let’s see how it is otherwise.”

They broke the crust together and smeared it with generous amounts of jelly. It wasn’t bad- a bit hard on the outside and doughy in the center, but good for all that. Nothing Cadsuane would pay coin for of course, but that wasn’t the point.

They ate in quite silence, and when the light began to fade Cadsuane rose to begin lighting the candles with the aid of a spark wheel.

“You don’t have to do that.” Emarin said as he cleared away the last of the crumbs. “I wont open my veins if you channel to light a few candles.”

Cadsuane sniffed. “You have an inflated sense of self boy.” She said coldly. “Have you considered that maybe I enjoy doing things by hand?” She shook her head.

“Do you?” He asked dryly. “Because I’m pretty sure I saw you clear away that fox with a few well placed sparks of-“

Reaching out to the True Source, Cadsuane embraced saidar long enough to weave a thin flow of Air, and snap it like a string, flicking the boy in the ear. He smirked at her and stuck his tongue out in her direction, for all the world like a child of eight.

“It is important.” She said smoothly, pointedly lighting a stick on the spark wheel and pressing it one of the candle wicks. “To do things with your own hands. Even for those of us that still have the Power. Maybe especially for us. If we make life too easy: if we depend on the Power to much, we run the risk of letting ourselves believe we are more then human.” She released the Source as she talked and moved to light the next candle on the mantle piece, her hand steady. It had been for centuries now- ever since her time spent on Norla’s farm.

“Is that why you set me a new hobby every few weeks?” Emarin asked, his voice still holding faint mirth, but also a thoughtfulness, and something else: an edge she knew he wold not be able to put a name too. “Why I spend sun up to sun down, gardening and baking, sewing and wood carving, and whatever else you can imagine? To remind me I am human?”

Cadsuane simply nodded. Their was no sense in denying it. “People think you need to find something to fill out the emptiness that the Power has left behind. It varies what: A husband usually, or charity work, or some passion like drawing or music. Phwah.” She shook her head and lit another candle. “They are wrong. Nothing will ever fill that void. That cut can not be mended, and nothing will ever patch the hole it’s left behind. Not really. Like a man whose lost a limb, someone Stilled or Gentled, needs to be reminded that their wound has not made them less human. They needed to be grounded in this world, to feel it’s beauty as well as it’s pain, to accept what is, and learn to live with it.”

Emarin looked down at the jar and sighed, fingers playing with the lid. “You sound as if you speak from experience.”

Cadsuane considered him…and then nodded. “I do.” She said simply and he raised an eyebrow, but said nothing, his questions remaining unasked. For a moment she considered leaving it at that, but it felt cruel. The kind of fertile ground to give rise to false hopes. Best to be out with it.

“I meet a toothless Wilder when I was a freshly raised Green, long ago now.” Cadsuane explained. “Drunk on my own pride and arrogance, I thought I could bully her.” She laughed. Cadsuane doubted anyone had ever succeeded in bullying Norla. “She shielded me and tied the knot so tight I could not hope to untangle it. Then she gave me a through thrashing for my sins and set me to work gardening. To teach me humility and humanity she called it. Well, she succeeded.” Cadsuane smiled. “In teaching me that, and a great deal more.”

Emarin nodded and sighed tightening the lid shut on the jar. “And that thought you what it’s like for men who can-“ He cut off and swallowed. “For men who have been gentled?”

Cadsuane shook her head. “No. Nothing but the experience of stilling could teach me that boy.” She told him, not without kindness. “But it taught me to look beyond myself, my shawl, my might….” She shrugged. “To be understanding, where others would close themselves off. To care, where others would be cruel.”

Emarin stood nodding and tossed the cloth over his shoulder. “To have empathy.” He said. “That’s why you care for the men you find, isn’t it? When all others want to be blind.”

She nodded. Empathy. She supposed that was it after all. “It’s easy, for the Reds, for the whole Tower, to close themselves off, to not let themselves see or care for the pain of the men we Gentle. It must be done, and so it’s easier for everyone to be blind to the cruelty of it. But it’s a mistake.” She shrugged. “We can not lead or guide those we do no try to understand and care for.” That she thought, more then the Black Ajah, more then the passage of eons, more then the shifting of time, was why the Tower was failing, growing more brittle by the day. A lack of care. Of humanity and humility. And empathy.

“Thank you.” Emarin said stepping over to squeeze her shoulder. “For caring.”

Cadsuane smiled at him and lean over lit the final candle.

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Being polite to a person is not a sign of respect for them. It is merely a sign of a good upbringing and a balanced nature.

Emarin Pendaloan (actually Algarin Pendaloan), A Memory of Light, book 14 of The Wheel of Time, by Robert Jordan and Brandon Sanderson

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Hau'oli La Hanau to my Daughter Naomi Ryshan Fields and my Boi Kenji Algarin Mahalo for being you. These two are very loving, Smart, caring and Successful go getters. So happy birthday to you both and know that I love you. May you enjoy your day and be blessed. Aloha https://www.instagram.com/p/Co1lQw9uuqz/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Misión Haití Feliz

Carta-informe noviembre-diciembre 2024

«Cuando oyeron el mensaje de la verdad, el evangelio que les trajo la salvación, y lo creyeron, fueron marcados con el sello que es el Espíritu Santo prometido. Éste garantiza nuestra herencia.»

(Efesios 1:13–14)

Mis amados,

A continuación paso a informar los últimos acontecimientos en los que hemos estado participando como Misión en la Comunidad de Refige, al norte de Anse-a-Pitres, Haití:

Como habíamos anticipado en nuestra última carta-informe, del 15 al 28 de mayo se nos dio la oportunidad de regresar a la frontera sur de Pedernales, RD y cruzar al otro lado de Haití. Teníamos el anhelo de celebrar con los niños el Día de Las Madres que se celebra tanto en Haití como en República Dominicana el domingo 26 de mayo. 

Preparamos las compras para las Madres el día anterior, y el viernes de Mercado Bi-nacional cruzamos para llevarlas al “depot” donde guardamos las cosas para repartirlas ese domingo 26. Pudimos cruzar sin contratiempos gracias al Señor. Tuvimos una asistencia que sobrepasó los 200 niños y jóvenes. Gracias al Señor alcanzó para todos.

En la foto están los niños esperándonos a la entrada de la Iglesia del Niño Refige el domingo. 

En el mes de septiembre hicimos una “campaña” para poder comprarle a Papo, nuestro misionero nacional, un triciclo o “cama larga" como le llaman en Pedernales. Con este transporte él puede realizar mejor su trabajo en el día a día porque le permite el acarreo de mercancía y envíos de manera más segura y estable. Además de poder servir mejor a la comunidad de Refige y al Ministerio. Mi hijo, Hector Collazo Toro, me acompañó en esta ocasión para hacer las gestiones de compra y hacerle la entrega del vehículo a Papo. Gracias a la respuesta de muchos de nuestros hermanos y amigos pudimos alcanzar la meta de los $3,000 que costó el triclo.

¡Misión cumplida!

Este año en el mes de octubre llevamos a cabo el proyecto de Back to School 2024 becando a cinco de nuestros niños de la Comunidad Refige que estudian en la Ecole donde el Pastor Gustavo Algarin es el Director. De todos los estudiantes, Gustavo escoge a cinco niños de los cuales sus padres apenas pueden proveer para la educación de ellos y los becamos. 

Y, nuevamente, GRACIAS, muchas gracias a todos los que de una manera u otra aportaron con sus donativos a completar las becas de estos cinco niños. Los que así participaron, recibieron el nombre, edad y curso del estudiante becado para que pudieran continuar orando por ellos y sus familias. Para más información y fotos puedes acceder a nuestra página oficial de Misión Haití Feliz en Facebook. 

Como es de todos sabido, la situación fronteriza está cada vez más difícil; más militares en diferentes puntos del muro que están levantando, más controles de acceso de un lado y de otro, más deportaciones masivas, y muchos haitianos regresando voluntariamente a su país. A todos los que me llaman, escriben o preguntan personalmente, les comento lo mismo: la frontera sur de Pedernales, RD con Anse-a-Pitres, Haití, que lo divide un río (que en la mayoría de las veces no tiene agua), es un cruce tranquilo. Claro está, todo lo que ocurre en la Capital de Puerto Príncipe repercute en las cuatro fronteras de acceso. Durante todo este año el Gobierno ha estado en “transición” y esto es bueno. Leemos sobre la asistencia militar de otras naciones y la instalación de nuevo personal de gobierno. Confiamos en el Señor de que a pesar de las últimas noticias que hemos recibido, el Señor traiga paz y seguridad para esta nación caribeña hermana. Dios quita y pone gobernantes, y así lo declaramos para la nación de Haití… paz y seguridad para mis hermanos. 

Recordemos que donde abunda el pecado sobreabunda la gracia de Dios.

PRÓXIMO PROYECTO PARA ESTE AÑO:  FIESTA FELIZ 2024!!

Todos los años deseamos llevar un poco de alegría a nuestros niños y familias. Este año, si Dios lo permite, estaremos viajando el 19 de diciembre próximo. 

Consideramos que con una aportación o donativo de $15.00 por niño podremos llevarla a cabo. NO llevaremos artículos desde Puerto Rico. TODO lo compraremos en Santo Domingo y Pedernales y lo transportaremos hasta la frontera sur. Esto lo hacemos así para evitar los contratiempos que siempre hemos tenido con Aduanas dominicana. 

Contamos con la asistencia cada domingo en la Iglesia del Niño de alrededor de 200 niños y jóvenes. Esto ha provocado que tengamos que dividirlos cada domingo en dos sesiones, porque solo tenemos 100 sillas. Así que para esta actividad de Fiesta Feliz con toda probabilidad aumente la asistencia. 

Si deseas participar, envíame un mensaje a través WhatsApp, Messenger o email. Al final de esta carta estará la información. 

MOTIVOS DE ORACIÓN:

Orar por la nación de Haití y este nuevo gobierno en transición. Que el Señor ponga dirigentes gubernamentales que amen a su nación y sirvan con verdadera devoción, sin caer en la corrupción que tanto ha arropado a los anteriores gobiernos. La oración mueve la mano de Dios en favor de Su iglesia. ¿Habrá algo imposible para Dios?

Orar por nuestros misioneros nacionales Gustavo, Papo y Nina, por sus familias y por seguridad. Que el Señor haga provisión a todas sus necesidades.

Ore por Nina, su mamá sigue muy delicada de salud y no ha podido incorporarse a las clases bíblicas con los párvulos. 

Orar por las jóvenes que ayudan a Gustavo impartiendo las clases bíblicas a los más pequeños y ayudando a Papo con las meriendas cada domingo. 

Orar por nuestros niños y jóvenes, por sus familias, por provisión y protección cada día. Ahora que están en clases, que puedan terminar este semestre con buenas notas. 

Ore para que Dios haga toda provisión para este próximo viaje agendado para el 19 de diciembre. Que el Señor provea para poder llevar un poco de alegría a nuestros niños y todos los gastos de viaje que esto conlleva. 

Ore para que nos haga buen tiempo en cuanto al clima, que podamos cruzar sin contratiempos, y poder realizar lo que anhelamos en nuestro corazón en el tiempo que hemos planificado.

GRACIAS a todos por ser parte de esta historia que Dios sigue escribiendo en la Comunidad de Refige en Haití. Hacemos lo que Dios nos ha encomendado… llevar la buena semilla del Evangelio a tiempo y fuera de tiempo. Él tiene el control de nuestras vidas en Sus maravillosas manos. A Él toda la gloria por la eternidad. 

De surgir algún cambio en la fecha señalada, lo estaré notificando con anticipación.

Esta es mi información de contacto: mi nuevo número de celular 386-717-4427 aquí puedes enviarme un mensaje por WhastApp; o escribirme al Messenger de Facebook, o al email: mmtorova@gmail.com. Visita Misión Haití Feliz en Facebook para más fotos e información de lo que hacemos en Haití. Que el Señor te bendiga. 

Tu hermana en Cristo,

Maria M. (Chela) Toro, Directora de MHF, Misionera y Capellán

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17 Facts You May Not Know About Haiti:

1 Haiti was the first independent black republic, gaining independence from France in 1804.

2 The Haitian Revolution was the only successful slave revolt in history.

3 Haiti shares the island of Hispaniola with the Dominican Republic.

4 The country is prone to natural disasters, including earthquakes and hurricanes.

5 Haitian Creole and French are the official languages.

6 Haiti has a rich cultural heritage, influenced by African, French, and indigenous Taíno elements.

7 Vodou (often spelled Voodoo) is an officially recognized religion in Haiti.

8 The Citadelle Laferrière is the largest fortress in the Americas.

9 Haitian art is renowned for its vibrant colors and themes.

10 Haiti has a young population, with a median age of about 23 years.

11 The country is famous for its annual Carnival celebration, known as "Kanaval."

12 Haiti has a diverse and flavorful cuisine, including dishes like griot (fried pork) and rice and beans.

13 The country has one of the highest levels of biodiversity in the Caribbean.

14 The Haitian national drink is rum, and the country produces a variety of rum-based beverages.

15 Haiti has a strong tradition of oral storytelling and folklore.

16 The country is working towards reforestation after decades of deforestation.

17 Haitian music, including genres like compas and rara, is a significant part of the national culture.

Misión Haití Feliz Noviembre-diciembre 2024

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Antes de ser antoanto fue the algarin o “thlgrn”

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I worked with photographer, Jonna Algarin-Mojica ! He was such a pleasure to work with.

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Big Time Rush talks about ‘Another Life Deluxe,’ upcoming shows, and ‘Weekends’

Big Time Rush. Photo Credit: Juan Algarin Big Time Rush chatted about the deluxe edition of “Another Life,” their upcoming shows, and their new song and music video for “Weekends.” The pop group is made up of James Maslow, Kendall Schmidt, Logan Henderson, and Carlos PenaVega. ‘Another Life Deluxe’ This deluxe version of “Another Life” will include five previously unreleased tracks, which…

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Big Time Rush talks about ‘Another Life Deluxe,’ upcoming shows, and ‘Weekends’

Big Time Rush. Photo Credit: Juan Algarin Big Time Rush chatted about the deluxe edition of “Another Life,” their upcoming shows, and their new song and music video for “Weekends.” The pop group is made up of James Maslow, Kendall Schmidt, Logan Henderson, and Carlos PenaVega. ‘Another Life Deluxe’ This deluxe version of “Another Life” will include five previously unreleased tracks, which…