<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>People on Ahmed Alghali Blog</title><link>https://a7med7x7.github.io/categories/people/</link><description>Recent content in People on Ahmed Alghali Blog</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><managingEditor>ahmed@offsechq.com (A.Alghali)</managingEditor><webMaster>ahmed@offsechq.com (A.Alghali)</webMaster><lastBuildDate>Sat, 14 Feb 2026 03:13:17 +0300</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://a7med7x7.github.io/categories/people/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Mahmoud Biography</title><link>https://a7med7x7.github.io/posts/mahmoud-biography/</link><pubDate>Sat, 14 Feb 2026 03:13:17 +0300</pubDate><author>ahmed@offsechq.com (A.Alghali)</author><guid>https://a7med7x7.github.io/posts/mahmoud-biography/</guid><description>&lt;p>I have had a unique friendship with someone who, on the surface, could not be more different from me. his name is Mahmoud. when I first met him at the university of Khartoum, I was almost certain that we would never become close. not because of conflict, not because of incompatibility in values, but because he represented something I was instinctively afraid of.&lt;/p></description></item><item><title>Conversation With a Stranger</title><link>https://a7med7x7.github.io/posts/conversation-with-a-stranger/</link><pubDate>Mon, 22 Dec 2025 14:38:22 +0300</pubDate><author>ahmed@offsechq.com (A.Alghali)</author><guid>https://a7med7x7.github.io/posts/conversation-with-a-stranger/</guid><description>&lt;p>Recently, I was in a meeting, and after the official hours ended, members usually stayed to catch up and chat a bit. one girl came up with a random question. It was something like: &lt;em>what is something a stranger has told you that stuck with you?&lt;/em> It wasn’t too long until that moment that I realized I actually had one.&lt;/p></description></item><item><title>The Moment I Realized What He Meant to Me</title><link>https://a7med7x7.github.io/posts/the-moment-i-realized-what-he-meant-to-me/</link><pubDate>Thu, 11 Dec 2025 16:06:01 +0300</pubDate><author>ahmed@offsechq.com (A.Alghali)</author><guid>https://a7med7x7.github.io/posts/the-moment-i-realized-what-he-meant-to-me/</guid><description>&lt;p>I remember coming back to Sudan from Saudi Arabia when 
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 told me he had secured a scholarship in India and might travel to pursue it. After a lifelong friendship, growing up in the same district our entire lives, the time had finally come for him to leave for his undergraduate degree. I don’t recall thinking deeply about it at first, because it seemed that he hadn’t fully made up his mind yet. When I returned to Sudan, I got busy with university, and suddenly things became real on his side.&lt;/p>
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