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The Peace Hero I admire is Risa Hontiveros. 

Hontiveros, who is known for her advocacy of Healthy Buhay at Hanapbuhay in the Senate, also has an extensive track record as a peace advocate. In 2005, she was one of the 27 Filipinas nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize for their work in the Philippine peace movement.

As a lawmaker, Hontiveros co-sponsored the landmark Bangasamoro Organic Law and co-authored the Marawi Siege Victims Compensation Act, which seeks to provide compensation to Filipinos who lost their loved ones and property during the siege of Marawi.

According to Hontiveros, she will continue to champion legislation that will promote genuine peace and shared economic prosperity in the BARMM and in the entire country. This includes, she said, policies that will generate good jobs and improve the delivery of health and social services during and after the COVID-19 pandemic.

It was one of the buildings Tenshi’s father owned, renowned throughout all of New York City for its gorgeous studios for temporary galleries and big ballrooms for galas was also a beautiful place for people to rent out studios for dancing. Fortunately, Margaret had the ability to come to her favorite studio at the very top floor that had a great view of the horizon of New York City, filled with nothing by skyscrapers and the endless jungle of concrete and steel.

While she was not the best at it, sometimes Margaret would find herself in the need to exercise her mind and body in a different way than in martial arts. Feeling for the button to the music player, Margaret moved in front of the wall of mirrors, waiting for the beat to drop to start. Closing her eyes for but a moment, Margaret could feel her arms and legs begin to move on their own, every muscle flexing without much control as she let the music start to flow through her. A rich smile curled on her lips to the feeling of her mind floating aimlessly in her state of bliss, thinking of nothing but the pulse vibrating through the glossed wooden floors as it vibrated through her bones, her lips slowly mouthing each word carefully as if saying the lyrics wrong would ruin her trance.

Margaret sighed to herself as she gently ushered her assistants out of the room, sitting on the floor on her knees as her scarred blind eyes stared up at her reflection in the mirror in front of her. Adorned with small charms in her hair as it was elaborately put up in a bun, Margaret fixed her collar carefully to smooth out the wrinkles. It was the big benefit gala Tenshi’s father was holding for his company in the effort to gain more investors and like every year, Margaret was invited to attend as Tenshi’s date. But this time...everything just felt so different with the visions and sudden ‘visits’ from these strangers.

Silence...that had to be the second thing Margaret hated more than anything else, next to her inability to see. That faint rustle of the curtains as the nightly breeze from Manhattan’s iron and steel jungle brushed past the lace to graze Margaret’s cheek. A shaking hand rested over her scarred eyes as she tried to keep herself relaxed. It was driving her insane. She did not know whether she was truly sane or not with all of these whispers and rustles that would disappear as soon as they would arrive.