{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"Saby Charitable Foundation","provider_url":"https:\/\/saby.kz\/en\/","author_name":"Dmitriy","author_url":"https:\/\/saby.kz\/en\/author\/kv4ti6jf1l\/","title":"Aselle Tasmagambetova on the problem of orphanhood in Kazakhstan - Saby Charitable Foundation","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"xBplG58ADW\"><a href=\"https:\/\/saby.kz\/en\/asel-tasmagambetova-o-probleme-sirotstva-v-rk\/\">Aselle Tasmagambetova on the problem of orphanhood in Kazakhstan<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"https:\/\/saby.kz\/en\/asel-tasmagambetova-o-probleme-sirotstva-v-rk\/embed\/#?secret=xBplG58ADW\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;Aselle Tasmagambetova on the problem of orphanhood in Kazakhstan&#8221; &#8212; Saby Charitable Foundation\" data-secret=\"xBplG58ADW\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script>\n\/*! This file is auto-generated *\/\n!function(d,l){\"use strict\";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&\"undefined\"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!\/[^a-zA-Z0-9]\/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),c=new RegExp(\"^https?:$\",\"i\"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display=\"none\";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute(\"style\"),\"height\"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):\"link\"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute(\"src\")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener(\"message\",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener(\"DOMContentLoaded\",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll(\"iframe.wp-embedded-content\"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute(\"data-secret\"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+=\"#?secret=\"+t,e.setAttribute(\"data-secret\",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:\"ready\",secret:t},\"*\")},!1)))}(window,document);\n\/\/# sourceURL=https:\/\/saby.kz\/wp-includes\/js\/wp-embed.min.js\n<\/script>\n","description":"I will never forget the day when I first looked into the eyes of orphans. It was in the fall of 2001 in the Almaty orphanage. I go into the box with the newly admitted children. And what I see: two kids. One was jumping in the crib, the other was sitting on the potty. And our eyes met. And it struck me then that one had joy in his eyes, and the other had sadness, the look of an old man. And only later did it become clear that the baby with the eyes of an old man was moving from orphanage to orphanage. And every time someone refuses him."}