It's Wednesday, May 20th, 2026 from Peachfish Productions. It's the gist. I'm Mike Peska.

And I've been thinking about this story for a few days after I read it in full. I heard about it beforehand.

It is the death of Nural Amin Shah Alam, who was a blind refugee from Myanmar who was found on a Buffalo

Street months ago after he was dropped off by Border Patrol at a donut shop. Now, I had heard

that headline. That is the inverted paragraph of AP style telling you the facts of this man's death.

But it wasn't until I read on the front page of the New York Times, a Dan Barry story about

Shah Alam. And Dan Barry writes really well, and he writes distinctively. And there was something

about reading the actual

story up until the jump, which was particularly affecting. So the headline was a blind refugee,

helpless and lost in the snow. And I think if it wasn't on the front page, I would have just

vaguely known this was another of those tragedies to chalk up to Trump administration, immigration,

indifference. But here's how Dan's story starts. He was out there somewhere forsaken in the city

where he had sought sanctuary. His damaged eyes blurring the foreign world around him. He was

lost in the snow-caged buffalo sprawl underfed underdress, speaking a language few understood. He was lost in the snow-caged buffalo sprawl, underfed, underdress, speaking a language

few understood. Where was Nara al-A-Mah-Shah alam? Six days had passed since Border Patrol agents

intercepted the Rohingya refugee from his release from a downtown jail, where he had spent a year

for a police incident rooted in confusion.

With no reason to detain him, the agents addressed the mistake by leaving the disabled man

still wearing jail-issued orange canvas shoes in a darkened parking lot without informing

anyone, even his family. Six days then, since Nural Amin, 56-year-old grandfather,

despondent over broken American promises, had last been seen, and there is the jump, continued on

page A18. Sometimes these things just work out. I was hooked. I read the story.

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