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He Kicked A Poor Beggar In The Market, Unaware She's The Mother He's Been Looking For Over Years
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Jul 27, 2025
He Kicked A Poor Beggar In The Market, Unaware She's The Mother He's Been Looking For Over Years
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He kicked a poor, helpless beggar in the
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middle of a crowded African market, not
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knowing she was the mother he's been
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searching for all his life. Yeah, you
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heard that right. In a single moment of
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pride and cruelty, a man shattered his
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own fate only for life to circle back
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and humble him in the most unexpected
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way. This is not just a story about
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shame, pain, and lost family. It's a
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powerful tale of redemption, identity,
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and the unstoppable bond of a mother's
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love. Welcome back to Whisper Tales,
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where African stories are told with
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heart, soul, and the twists only faith
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can write. Grab your seat, your snack,
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and maybe a tissue. Because what starts
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with a kick ends with a calling. Let's
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begin. The sun beat down on Bali Market
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like a punishment from the gods. It was
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a Wednesday market day and the air was
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thick with shouting traders, haggling
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voices, goat bleets, and the sweet aroma
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of roasted maze. In the middle of the
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market sat an elderly beggar woman, skin
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wrinkled like a forgotten mango leaf,
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eyes cloudy and clothes so tattered even
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charity would reject them. Her name was
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Mama Amina. She stretched out her
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trembling hand to passing buyers.
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Please, just a coin. May the ancestors
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bless you. But nobody really saw her
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until Kama, a tall, rich, and prideful
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young man in a dark blue suit. Stormed
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in, Kama was the kind of man who walked
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like the road belonged to his
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grandfather. Orphaned at 8, raised by a
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powerful merchant family in Lusaka, he
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grew up believing his mother abandoned
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him. All he had was a faded photograph
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he kept locked in a drawer. He never
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forgave the woman in it. He only
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returned to the village to acquire land
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to build his next hotel. Dot. As he
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marched through the crowded market, a
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group of women paused in shock. He was
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handsome, refined, and dressed like a
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city god. Move away, dirty thing. Kama
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barked, noticing Mama Amina in his path.
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She looked up at him with tired sunken
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eyes. Please, my son. I haven't eaten
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that word. Son, snapped something in
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comma. You dare call me that? He yelled
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and kicked her with the full force of
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his polished shoe. Dot. The market went
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dead silent. Three market women rushed
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to the old lady's aid. One of them
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screaming. She's bleeding. Are you mad?
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Kama adjusted his collar, spat on the
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ground, and stormed off. Let the council
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find me if they want. I'll buy the
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entire market and shut it down. Mama
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Amina lay groaning, clutching her ribs.
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But as she faded into unconsciousness,
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her lips whispered one word that only
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the woman beside her caught. Comma. That
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night rain poured over Bali like the sky
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was morning. Dot. In a small hut at the
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edge of the village, the three market
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women ando Fatima and Chilush gathered
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around Mama Amina's frail body. They'd
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carried her there and bathed. Her
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wounds, her breathing was shallow. She
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called him Kama, whispered Fatima.
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That's no coincidence. That boy, he's
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the one she's always talking about. The
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one she lost? Andy Nando nodded slowly.
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Yes, I remember her story. Over 20 years
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ago, a woman came running into this
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village in the middle of the night,
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clutching a baby and begging for help.
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She said her husband was dead and she
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was being hunted by his enemies. She
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left the baby with a stranger, promising
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to return, but she was never seen again.
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She was seen again, Chile said quietly.
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She's been sitting in that market ever
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since waiting. Meanwhile, Kama sat in
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his luxurious guest house, haunted by
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her eyes. He sipped whiskey, but his
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hand shook. The way she said, "My son."
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The way her lips trembled, it reminded
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him of something. He pulled out the old
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photo. The woman in it had the same deep
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set eyes, the same tribal scar near the
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ear. Dot. No, it couldn't be. The next
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morning, guilt ate at him. He returned
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to the market, but the beggar was gone.
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He asked a traitor. Where is that old
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beggar woman? The woman eyed him with
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disgust. The one you kicked. If she
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dies, her blood is on your hands. The
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women took her near the river path. Kama
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dropped everything and ran. Dot. Mama
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Amina opened her eyes to the smell of
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firewood and boiling herbs. Her chest
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achd and her body was weak. She tried to
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sit up, but a warm hand stopped her.
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"Rest, mama," Andy Nando said gently.
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"He's coming." "Who?" she whispered.
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"Kama, outside." Kama stood frozen at
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the door of the hut. He could hear her
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breathing. Every step forward felt like
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walking through fire. When he entered,
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she looked up at him. and this time with
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no fear. "I don't know if you're the
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same woman in the picture," he said,
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voice cracking. "But I need to know," he
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pulled out the photo and showed it to
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her. Her lips quivered, her hands, frail
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and trembling, reached into her dress
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and pulled out a faded, torn half of the
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same photo, a perfect match. She began
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to cry. I left you with a family I
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trusted, but war broke out. I came back
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and they were gone, I searched. For
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years, years I slept in this market,
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hoping you'd come back to me. Kama
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collapsed to his knees. His pride
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shattered. All these years I thought you
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left me. I hated you. I never stopped
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loving you, she whispered. Even when I
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had nothing left, I waited. He wept into
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her lap like a child again. The women
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watched from the doorway, wiping tears.
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Dot. By weak send, Kama moved Mama Amina
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into a new house. The entire village
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gathered to witness the change in him.
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He donated food, rebuilt shelters, and
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paid for school fees. Dot. The same man
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who once kicked a beggar had now become
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her son again. And every market day,
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people would whisper, "That's the man
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who kicked his mother." But fate kicked
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him harder right into her arms. News of
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Kama's transformation swept across Bali
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and beyond. The once arrogant city man
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who kicked a beggar had now become a
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humble son, a generous giver, and a
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community pillar. But while many praised
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him, not everyone celebrated his change
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of heart. Some still whispered behind
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banana stalls and cassava tables. Now
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he's pretending to be a saint because
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she turned out to be his mother. A man
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who can kick blood can never fully wash
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his feet. Kama heard the murmurss. But
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this time he didn't argue. He didn't
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storm. He didn't buy silence. He
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listened. Instead of fighting back, he
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started waking up before sunrise to work
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beside the farmers. He fetched water
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with the boys. He joined community
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cleanups and repaired broken roads with
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his own hands. The villagers watched in
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disbelief as the man in the once
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expensive suit now wore sandals and a
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dusty t-shirt. One afternoon, Kama sat
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under the mango tree beside his mother's
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new house. "Mama Mina was weaving a mat
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beside him." "Mama," he said softly,
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"How do I make it right?" She didn't
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look up. Her hands moved like water
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through the reads. "You don't," she
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replied. "You live it right everyday.
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That's how you honor the pain and the
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people. Kama nodded dot. That evening
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during the community gathering at the
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chief's court, he stood up to speak. His
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voice was no longer prudful. It was
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grounded, firm, and raw. I stand before
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you, not to ask for your forgiveness, he
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said, but to prove I am no longer the
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man who kicked my own blood and called
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her worthless. I'm here to say I was
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blind and that blindness lives in many
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of us. The murmurss quieted. He turned
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to the chief. With your blessing, I want
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to build a shelter in this village for
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the forgotten, the old, the abandoned, a
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home of rest and healing. I will call it
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a mean house. The chief, an old man with
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a lion's presence rose from his stool.
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The gods sometimes hide our blessings in
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shame. Today we have seen that shame
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turned into light. The crowd erupted
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into ulations and claps. But just as the
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celebration picked up. A stranger
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stepped into the circle, tall, lean with
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gray in his beard and a walking stick in
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his hand. I know that name. The stranger
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rasped. Amina. Mama Mina turned. Her
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eyes widened. Her lips parted but no
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sound came. Camas. She finally
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whispered. Dot. It was her brother long
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believed dead or had scattered them
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decades ago. Now here he was drawn to
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the village by the story of the beggar
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woman who turned out to be royalty in
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rags. They embraced the kind of embrace
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only siblings who'd seen the ends of the
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earth and survived can share. Kama
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watched in odds another piece of his
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history returned. Dot later that night
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he sat beside a small fire with his
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mother and uncle. Your father was a
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prince. Camas revealed. You are the heir
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to land beyond the river hills. But none
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of that matters if you forget who you
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are, what kind of man you've become.
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Kama smiled. Let the world call me
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whatever they want. But here in this
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village among these people, I am my
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mother's son. Mama Amina nodded proudly.
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Dot. And so Amina house was built dot
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stone by stone, dream by dream. a home
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not just for the beggars of Bali but for
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any soul who had ever been forgotten,
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rejected, or thrown aside. And every
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time someone asked Mama Mina how it all
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began, she'd chuckle and say, "It
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started with a kick but ended with a
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calling." And just like that, a single
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act of cruelty uncovered a lifetime of
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truth. From a shameful kick in the
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market to a healing embrace between
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mother and son, this tale reminds us
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fate has its way of bringing us home.
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Even if it hurts, if this story touched
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your heart, made you gasp, cry, or
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