<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Guilt on Ahmed Alghali Blog</title><link>https://a7med7x7.github.io/tags/guilt/</link><description>Recent content in Guilt 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>Tue, 03 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0300</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://a7med7x7.github.io/tags/guilt/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>What Wren Carried — 02: Who He Chose to Speak To</title><link>https://a7med7x7.github.io/posts/what-wren-carried-02-who-he-chose-to-speak-to/</link><pubDate>Tue, 03 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0300</pubDate><author>ahmed@offsechq.com (A.Alghali)</author><guid>https://a7med7x7.github.io/posts/what-wren-carried-02-who-he-chose-to-speak-to/</guid><description>&lt;p>I told the story of things we never expect to happen to us to a friend today. while listening, he paused and made a simple remark. he asked me why, out of all the people around him, he chose to talk to me about this.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>I had not thought about that before.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>The question forced me to re examine that friendship, or me and Wren, and the role I played in his life. honestly, it was not much. we enjoyed each other’s company. we hung out only a few times. nothing that would normally qualify as closeness.&lt;/p></description></item></channel></rss>