In a tragic incident that has shaken the nation, a plane crash in India has resulted in no survivors, as confirmed by the local police chief. The crash, which occurred under circumstances that are still being investigated, has left the community in shock and mourning. Emergency services were dispatched immediately to the site, but unfortunately, there were no lives to be saved.

Eyewitnesses report hearing a loud explosion followed by a thick plume of smoke rising from the crash site. The local authorities, along with aviation experts, are working tirelessly to determine the cause of this catastrophic event. The investigation is expected to take several weeks, given the complexity of the situation and the need for a thorough examination of all possible factors.

The loss has prompted messages of condolence and support from across the globe. Leaders and citizens alike are offering their sympathies to the families of the victims. This tragic event serves as a solemn reminder of the unpredictability of life and the importance of rigorous safety measures in aviation.

Support services have been set up to assist the grieving families, providing them with counseling and any necessary aid during this difficult time. The community has come together to offer support, demonstrating solidarity in the face of such a devastating loss. The nation mourns, but investigations continue in the hope of preventing future tragedies.

Nick Mavar, star of DEADLIEST Catch, has died after having a medical emergency.

Nick died Thursday afternoon in Naknek, Alaska. He was 59 years old.


The former Discovery Channel star had a medical episode, according to the Police Chief of the Bristol Bay Borough Police Department.

They didn’t say more about what happened to the reality star because it was still too early in the investigation.

TMZ said that Nick’s family was told about his death, though.

Nick was the longest-running regular cast member on the reality TV show Deadliest Catch, which ran from 2005 to 2021.

One boat, FV Northwestern, was on the show for all 20 seasons. It was his boat.

HEALTH PROBLEMS WITH NICK
Nick quit the show because of a health scare with his appendix, which was shown in one of his last episodes.

Nick sued 58-year-old Captain Sig Hansen over the incident, saying he didn’t get enough outside help during the pandemic.

He said that because he didn’t get medical help right away, his appendix burst, and he said that there was a tumor attached that he didn’t know about.

Nick and Captain Sig were in court together just last year.

According to IMDB, Alaskan crab fishermen have the most dangerous job in the world. The documentary series Deadliest Catch follows their real-life adventures at sea.

The Discovery Channel shows new episodes every Tuesday at 8 p.m.

Captain Sig told us earlier this week about a scary event at sea that almost killed him and his crew.

“I mean, things are always hard. The goal is to be successful, right?” Fox News Digital talked to Captain Sig about the job.

“I’ve been in a few situations where my life was in danger.” I always think the weather is the hardest part. “That’s always a big one, and it’s always hard to keep your guys motivated.”

“You know, making crabs. It’s going to happen; it just needs time. He went on, “Especially if you’re good and know what you’re doing.”

That being said, this wasn’t the first time the captain had been in a life-threatening situation on board.

“We’ve had events where the boat was icing down to the point where I thought there was no return,” Sig said.

“We’ve had mechanical problems where, for example, our crab tanks fill up with water when they’re not supposed to, which makes the boat unstable.” These kinds of things.”

“There have been a lot of problems, and I’ve seen boats sink during such problems.” “It’s eight miles away from me, and I can’t do anything about it,” he said.

“You look at friends and family that you know, and you’re really in the fog.” They’re gone, and I can’t do anything about it. They’re over there. “I believe that is a great challenge,” Captain Sig said.

Nikolai had never been one for city life. He lived alone on the edge of a quiet village, surrounded by thick forests that whispered at night and shifted under moonlight. Solitude suited him. Until one morning, that stillness was disturbed.

As he walked his usual path along the woods, something in the wet grass caught his eye — a small, trembling shape. Drawing closer, he saw it was a puppy. Dirty, weak, and barely breathing. It didn’t bark or whine. It just stared at him with eyes too calm for a creature in such distress.

Without hesitation, he picked it up, wrapped it in his coat, and brought it home.

He named it Mist — for its smoke-gray fur and for the way it seemed to drift silently around the house, like fog with a heartbeat.

But Mist wasn’t like other dogs.

Within a month, he’d doubled in size. By six months, he was larger than any dog Nikolai had ever seen — lean, powerful, and utterly silent. He didn’t bark. He didn’t play. He watched. Always watched.

At night, Mist never slept. He sat at the door, unmoving, staring into the woods. And sometimes, when wind swept through the trees, Nikolai swore he could hear Mist growl — low, steady, warning someone… or something.

Neighbors grew curious.

— What breed is that?
— That’s not a dog, friend. That’s something else.

Nikolai always laughed it off. “He’s just a stray. Strong genes, maybe.” But in private, he watched Mist too. Sometimes, the dog’s gaze was too knowing. Sometimes, he felt like the pet, not the master.

Then came the night that changed everything.

Exactly one year after he found Mist, Nikolai set up a motion-sensor camera in his yard. Not because he was scared. Not yet. But because something deep inside him needed answers.

The footage chilled him.

At 2:13 a.m., Mist left the doghouse. He stood on his hind legs. Not fully upright like a man — but close. He sniffed the air, turned his head as if listening, then disappeared into the forest.

Two hours later, he returned.

Not alone.

Two others walked with him. Same size. Same posture. Same silence. They moved together, like shadows cast by something ancient. At one point, all three turned their heads — and stared directly into the camera.

Then the footage cut out.

Nikolai left the next morning.

He didn’t pack much. He didn’t tell anyone. He left his house, the land, and the creature he had once called a puppy.

A week later, a small article appeared in the local newspaper:

“Unusual wildlife activity near forest. Residents report sightings of large, silent animals. Authorities advise remaining indoors after dark.”

People listened.

Now, no one walks alone after sunset. Doors are locked before twilight. Some claim to hear footsteps without footprints. Others speak of yellow eyes glowing just beyond the tree line.

And sometimes, late at night, when the mist rolls low across the ground, those brave enough to look outside swear they see something watching them — tall, still, and waiting.

Sometimes, we believe we’re saving something helpless. But sometimes, it’s not us doing the saving. It’s something looking for a way back. And we open the door.

Former President Donald Trump is once again at the center of public speculation, this time over a viral photo that some social media users claim shows a medical catheter in his pant leg. The photo, taken on June 9, 2025, at a UFC event, shows Trump posing with champion Kayla Harrison, but attention quickly shifted to a visible line on his trousers. Online commentators suggested it could be a Foley catheter, while others dismissed it as a harmless pant crease.

Trump’s health has long been a topic of political discussion, especially given his age. At 78, he is the oldest president to begin a second term. Despite refusing to release his full medical records during the 2024 campaign, Trump has repeatedly claimed he is in excellent health. His White House physician, Dr. Sean Barbabella, confirmed in a recent report that the president remains in “robust” condition, citing normal exam results and treatment for minor health issues such as high cholesterol and a benign colon polyp.

The report also detailed that Trump had undergone cataract surgery in the past and continues to maintain an active lifestyle. Nevertheless, social media posts have pointed out what they believe are signs of declining health, including bruising on his hand and possible leg braces. Experts, however, note that Foley catheters are rarely used by mobile patients in public and would not typically be visible as suggested.

In response to the speculation, White House spokesperson Steven Cheung dismissed the claims as baseless and politically driven. He emphasized that Trump’s recent medical evaluation confirms his fitness for office and criticized social media for spreading misinformation. While online rumors persist, there is no verified evidence to support concerns about Trump’s current health.

After my divorce, I didn’t just want a fresh start—I needed it. That’s what led me to a sleepy cul-de-sac, into a little white house with a porch swing and a yard I could call mine. That lawn became my therapy. I planted roses from my grandmother’s clippings, named my mower Benny, and found peace in the hum of the grass and the clink of my sweet tea glass.


It was sacred ground—until Sabrina rolled in like a storm in stilettos. Her SUV began cutting across my lawn like it was a shortcut to her kingdom, tearing through flowerbeds and crushing weeks of healing beneath her tires. At first, I asked nicely. Then I tried rocks. But when she shoved them aside and smiled like it was all a joke, I realized: this wasn’t about flowers—it was about me. And I’d been invisible long enough.

So I got clever. Chicken wire under soft soil turned her morning joyride into a crunchy disaster. She called a lawyer; I called a land surveyor. Turns out, she’d been trespassing the whole time. I gathered proof, photos, reports, and mailed it all with a note: “Respect goes both ways.” When that didn’t stop her, I went nuclear—installed a hidden, motion-activated sprinkler system that blasted her car, face, and pride in one glorious spray.


That morning, I sipped coffee behind the curtains and watched as the water soaked her white Lexus and her smug attitude. She stood there, drenched and defeated, finally realizing this lawn wasn’t hers to conquer. She never crossed it again.

The sky hung low with dense, gray clouds, and a sharp, icy wind swept down from the mountains, rustling the damp leaves scattered along the roadside.
John had been on the road for over two hours, urgently called back to the office, and was racing to get to the city before nightfall. Beside him on the passenger seat, his German Shepherd, Barbara, lay curled up, quietly dozing with her head resting on her front paws.

Up ahead, his headlights caught sight of a car moving slowly, unusually so, along the otherwise empty road. Instinctively, John eased off the gas.

As he drew closer, he noticed the rear door of the car crack open, and in a flash, something was tossed onto the roadside. The door slammed shut, and the vehicle sped off into the misty rain.

John’s heart skipped.

“Did you catch that, girl?” he muttered. Barbara had lifted her head, alert, her eyes fixed on where the object had landed.
At first glance, John assumed it was just a discarded garbage bag.
But then, in the dim beam of his headlights, he saw it move.

Without hesitation, he pulled over and switched off the engine.

Stepping out, the cold hit him instantly—sharp wind against his face, rain slipping past his collar. His shoes crunched on the wet gravel as he approached the object with cautious steps.

It was wrapped in a thick, filthy blanket, bound tightly with a blue rope. But the movement wasn’t from the wind. A faint, heartbreaking whimper came from inside.

John’s breath caught. He quickly untied the cord, and the blanket fell open to reveal a tiny boy, no older than two. He was drenched, his cheeks pale, lips tinged with blue, and his wide eyes filled with fear. The child’s body trembled, and his whimper was barely audible.

“Oh my God…” John whispered.
Without thinking, he scooped the boy up, wrapped him in his own heavy jacket, and rushed back to the car. Barbara shifted silently, giving space in the backseat. She leaned over, sniffed the child gently, then licked his chilled cheek.
John knew there was no way he could leave the boy behind. Minutes later, an ambulance arrived. The paramedics worked quickly, and the attending doctor confirmed the child had severe hypothermia—but thankfully, he’d been found just in time.

At the police station, John explained what had happened. After listening carefully, the officer looked at him and said, “You don’t realize how lucky that child was—or how vital your report is. We’re already investigating a woman who fled a foster facility with her two-year-old son. Sounds like this might be that child. It’s a difficult case. If you hadn’t stopped when you did… he wouldn’t have survived the night.”

John nodded silently, the boy’s eyes still vivid in his mind.

The next morning, he called the hospital.
The nurse said the child was stable and that Child Protection services were already involved.

John hung up and sat in silence. The world, he thought, was often too fast, too indifferent. And sometimes, it took nothing more than someone willing to stop, to notice, to change the course of another’s life.
That evening, at home, Barbara lay quietly at his feet. John stood by the window, staring into the dark, empty sky.

Something had shifted inside him. And deep down, he knew he was meant to be there that night. It hadn’t been a chance.

A lot of people loved comedian and actor Martin Mull. He died at the age of 80, according to his family.

Maggie Mull, Mull’s daughter, posted the sad news on Instagram, saying that her father had died at home “after a valiant fight against a long illness.”

“He was known for excelling at every creative discipline imaginable and also for doing Red Roof Inn commercials,” she told us.

“That joke would make him laugh.” He was always funny. Friends, coworkers, fellow artists, comedians, musicians, and, most importantly, many, many dogs will miss my dad very much. His wife and daughter will also miss him a lot. I loved him very much.”

Mull was most likely best known for his roles as coach Willard Kraft on Sabrina the Teenage Witch and as Roseanne Connor’s friend Leon Carp on the sitcom of the same name.

He also played the private eye Gene Parmesean on the show Arrested Development.

Mull was nominated for his first and only Emmy in 2016 for his role as Bob Bradley on Veep.

Mull had a lot of different jobs over the course of his career. For example, he worked with Fred Willard to write the 1985 mockumentary The History of White People in America.

He loved writing songs and making people laugh. In the early 1970s, country music star Jane Morgan recorded his song A Girl Named Johnny Cash, which was a parody of A Boy Named Sue.

It stayed on the Hot Country Songs chart on Billboard for five weeks.

Mull played the guitar in nightclubs and sang parody songs for a living. He even opened for Frank Zappa, Randy Newman, Bruce Springsteen, and Billy Joel.

A review on AllMusic.com said, “Mull’s strange sense of humor is clear on all of his albums, but he’s not a parody artist like Weird Al.”

“His albums are skewed singer/songwriter, pop/rock with a strong jazz influence, which just happen to have funny lyrics.”

A PROSPEROUS CAREER
Melissa Joan Hart, who played Sabrina Spellman on the popular TV show, talked about her longtime principal who made a lot of mistakes.

“Rest in peace, friend. The amazing #MartinMull (Principal Kraft) has died and gone to be with God,” she wrote on Instagram.

“I have such fond memories of working with him and being in awe of his huge body of work which before #SabrinaTheTeemageWitch included #Roseanne and #MrMom as the projects I knew him from.”

Hart also said that after they were done with Sabrina, Mull kept taking on guest roles and recurring roles on other shows.

“He once told me that he takes every job he’s offered just in case the train comes to an end, which in this business tends to halt quickly,” she said.

He liked to paint and build things with his hands, though. He was also a musician and a great person who I am better for knowing. He will be missed, but the world was better because he was here. I’m very sorry for his family and friends’ loss.

“I will continue to cherish the Martin Mull artwork hanging in my home!”

Mull was born on August 18, 1943, in Chicago, Illinois. His father was a carpenter, and his mother was an actress and director.

He lived in both North Ridgeville, Ohio, and New Canaan, Connecticut, as a child.

He was going to the Rhode Island School of Design to become a painter. He planned to get a bachelor’s degree in fine arts and a master’s degree in painting.

Mull got his start in show business when he put together bands to make money for school.

His daughter, who writes and produces TV shows, and his third wife, Wendy Haas, whom he married in 1982, survive him.

The tragic Air India crash on Thursday claimed more than 260 lives. As of now, the exact reason behind the crash is unknown, but experts are on the scene, and a black box has been recovered. Now, flight safety experts has shared disturbing theories on the incident.

The world is in shock after Air India flight A171 crashed into a residential area shortly after takeoff from Ahmedabad airport in India on Thursday. 241 out of 242 passengers died, and several people on the ground passed away following the impact.

The plane was heading for Gatwick from Ahmedabad, India, when it, shortly after takeoff, crashed into a residential area where, according to The Guardian, medical students, doctors, and their families” lived.

The pilots on the Boeing 787-8 Dreamliner issued a mayday call to air traffic control moments after takeoff when they had only reached an altitude of about 190 meters. Air India Chairman Natarajan Chandrasekaran told CNBC-TV18 from Ahmedabad that the airline is actively coordinating with Boeing and GE Aerospace to ensure full support. They have a team of experts on the ground assisting with the investigation.

“I’ve also asked them to send their best experts to work with us in this process. They are very supportive,” he said.

Speaking with Agence France-Presse, resident Poonam Patni said, ‘” When we reached the spot there were several bodies lying around and firefigh’ters were dousing the flames. Many of the bodies were burned.”

Air India plane crash
Another witness added, “We saw people from the building jumping from the second and third floor to save themselves. The plane was in flames. We helped people get out of the building and sent the injured to the hospital.”

Investigators have located one of the two black boxes, but its exact contents are yet to be determined. Meanwhile, several aviation experts have emphasized the importance of not jumping to conclusions less than 24 hours after the crash, calling for a thorough investigation and examination of the black box, as well as the flight data recorder.

Still, some aviation analysts have put forward several theories as to why the fatal incident occurred. Speaking to The Guardian, Dr Sonya Brown, a senior lecturer in aerospace design at the University of New South Wales, claimed that footage of the crash suggests the plane stalled.

“It does look to me like a significant loss of thrust. Thrust effectively makes you go faster, and aircraft lift is proportional to speed squared, so if you don’t have thrust and you lose speed – and radar data suggests after the initial short climb it was losing speed – you can stall,” Brown said, adding that it’s unclear what caused the lack of thrust.

Footage showed how the aircraft climbed away from the runway before sinking back down and disappearing behind trees, bursting into flames. More than 260 people in total have been confirmed killed in the plane crash.

Aviation experts’ theories on the Air India plane crash
As mentioned, one of the black boxes has been retrieved; however, its contents remain unknown. Meanwhile, other aviation experts have shared their theories on what could’ve happened.

In an interview with the Mirror, Prof John McDermid, Lloyd’s Register Chair of Safety, University of York, said that “takeoff and landing are the most dangerous phases of flight” and that “accidents from cruise are very unusual.” However, he added, “it’s surprising that the accident occurred before the aircraft had even got to 200 metres altitude.”

McDermid continued, “Pilots can abort takeoff until quite late in the takeoff roll, so it seems like the problem occurred very suddenly in the final part of the takeoff roll, or shortly after takeoff, and was sufficiently serious to be unmanageable.”

Moreover, Prof John McDermid said that it’s “very unlikely” that the crash was caused by the plane being overweight or carrying too much fuel.

“It is too early to say much about the cause of the crash in any detail – about the only observation one can make is about the timing,” he pointed out. “Takeoff and landing are the most dangerous phases of flight – accidents from cruise are very unusual.

“It is a puzzle why something so catastrophic should happen”
Prof. Paul Williams, Professor of Atmospheric Science at the University of Reading, said that “weather conditions at the airport appear to have been very good” at the time, with “good visibility and light winds from the west.” Also, he claimed that there is “no indication at this stage that turbulence or other weather conditions were a factor in the crash.”

Prof Graham Braithwaite, Director of Aerospace and Aviation at Cranfield University, said: “This is the first major accident involving the 787. Take off is a critical stage because the aircraft is still accelerating, and any problem-solving requires a rapid response.”

Former airline split Terry Tozer told GB News that it’s “far too early to speculate” about the cause of the tragic incident. However, he added, “The aircraft should have been able to take a fairly substantial failure and continue to take off safely, it is a puzzle why something so catastrophic should happen.”

Let’s send our thoughts and prayers to the victims and their families. Rest in peace.

Marian Robinson, the mother of former First Lady Michelle Obama and a beloved matriarch of the Obama family, has passed away at the age of 86. Her death was confirmed in a statement released by the Obama family on Friday, which noted that she died peacefully in the morning hours surrounded by loved ones.

Marian Robinson was known for her steady presence and deep devotion to her family, offering quiet but powerful support throughout her daughter’s public life, including during the historic presidency of Barack Obama.

A Life Rooted in Family and Community

Born Marian Lois Shields in Chicago, Illinois, in 1937, she was one of seven children raised on the city’s South Side. She married Fraser C. Robinson III, a decorated World War II Army veteran and long-serving employee of the Chicago Water Department. Together, they raised two children: Michelle Obama, the former First Lady of the United States, and Craig Robinson, a former college basketball coach and sports executive.

Marian Robinson was deeply involved in her children’s lives and instilled in them the values of education, integrity, and hard work. According to the White House Historical Association, she was instrumental in helping to care for her granddaughters, Malia and Sasha Obama, particularly during the Obama family’s years in the White House.

A Quiet Pillar During a Historic Presidency
When Barack Obama was elected the 44th President of the United States in 2008, Marian Robinson made the rare decision to move into the White House, where she lived on the third floor of the residence. As reported by The New York Times and The Washington Post, she did so to provide a sense of normalcy and stability for her granddaughters.

Her presence at the White House was quiet but influential. She was rarely seen in the public spotlight but played a central role in maintaining the Obama family’s personal life amid the pressures of public service. Her decision to relocate to Washington was described by Michelle Obama as a sacrifice driven purely by love and dedication to family.

Remembered With Respect and Admiration
In tributes posted on official social media accounts, both Barack and Michelle Obama expressed deep sorrow at her passing. Michelle Obama referred to her mother as her “rock” and praised her unwavering support throughout every phase of her life. Former President Barack Obama honored her grace and quiet strength, describing her as a guiding example for their entire family.

Numerous public figures and citizens have shared condolences, noting her role as a grounding influence not just for her family but for millions who admired the Obamas. Her values, according to public reflections from the family, embodied the essence of humility, dignity, and service without seeking recognition.

Legacy and Impact
Though not a political figure, Marian Robinson became a symbol of the unsung heroes behind historic public moments. Her upbringing and life choices exemplified the experience of many African American women of her generation—working diligently for the well-being of their families while navigating systemic barriers and societal expectations.

As noted in interviews and biographies, including Michelle Obama’s bestselling memoir Becoming, Marian Robinson valued education, fairness, and independence. She played a key role in shaping her children’s character, which has been widely acknowledged as foundational to their success.

Public Acknowledgment and Funeral Plans
As of this writing, the Obama family has not announced public funeral arrangements. The family requested privacy during this time of mourning, and no political events have been planned in connection with her passing.

The Smithsonian National Museum of African American History and Culture, where Michelle Obama has participated in several public events, recognized Marian Robinson’s death as the loss of a quiet but enduring figure in American history. Other tributes are expected in the coming days from public officials and former White House staff.

In a heart-stopping incident, a brave 9-year-old girl found herself in a terrifying situation when a shark attacked her while she was swimming at a popular beach. The encounter resulted in a partially severed hand, requiring immediate medical attention and a complex surgical procedure to save her hand.

The young girl was enjoying a sunny day at the beach with her family when the unexpected happened. Despite the initial shock and pain, her resilience and the swift actions of her family and medical team turned a potentially tragic event into a story of survival and hope. Her case has garnered attention for both the rarity of such incidents and the successful reattachment of her hand.

Immediately after the attack, the girl was rushed to the nearest hospital, where a team of dedicated surgeons worked tirelessly to reattach her hand. The procedure lasted several hours, involving intricate techniques to restore blood flow and nerve connections. Medical experts have praised the skill of the surgical team and the girl’s courage during the recovery process.

The girl’s family expressed immense gratitude towards the first responders and medical professionals who played a crucial role in her recovery. They have been overwhelmed by the support and well-wishes from the community and beyond. This incident serves as a reminder of the unpredictability of nature and the importance of emergency preparedness.

The community has rallied around the young girl, organizing support events and raising awareness about shark safety measures. Her story has inspired many, highlighting the importance of resilience and hope in the face of adversity. She continues to recover, showing remarkable progress and determination to regain full functionality of her hand.