<?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/tags/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>Wed, 04 Mar 2026 12:00:00 +0300</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://a7med7x7.github.io/tags/people/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Before it Blurs - GDSC UofK</title><link>https://a7med7x7.github.io/posts/before-it-blurs-gdsc/</link><pubDate>Wed, 04 Mar 2026 12:00:00 +0300</pubDate><author>ahmed@offsechq.com (A.Alghali)</author><guid>https://a7med7x7.github.io/posts/before-it-blurs-gdsc/</guid><description>&lt;p>There are things I carry that I never stop to examine. Experiences I walked through on autopilot, with enough presence to function but not enough 
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. GDSC was one of them. It has been almost two years since I left, and this is the first time I am actually stopping. maybe subconsciously I was avoiding it, maybe the experience was painful in a way that needed distance. or at least that what I thought back then, but mostly it is because I have a self pattern of moving forward and forgetting to look back, and this is me deliberately breaking it, for once.&lt;/p></description></item></channel></rss>