“Dedicated to Mom Tana’s Muntasirūn Kids” – – – What struck me most was not just the formalities, but the sense of community. Later, I found Ma’am Tana at the pantry just outside the auditorium, arranging food items. She smiled warmly, “We don’t have a catering service here. Everything you see is what the participants bring to share.” Coffee, tea, native Moro delicacies, pizza, pancakes—everyone contributed something. The pantry was a microcosm of the generosity and selflessness that defined the
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