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Saturday was a beautiful sunny day and by the early evening there were more than 100,000 people socialising in Dublin city centre.

However, for the second night in a row, conviviality was swiftly overtaken by scenes of violence and multiple arrests as small groups of youths clashed with garda, with bottles thrown at officers.

This is not the outdoor summer many had envisaged.

So how and why did trouble start?

From early on Saturday evening there was a notable but discrete Garda presence in the city. Many businesses around South William Street, an area which drew large crowds on Friday night, closed early, citing staff safety concerns.

At St Stephens Green Garda vehicles pulled up shortly before 6pm with officers taking up position at the entrances. Shortly afterwards two young males carrying plastic bags filled with cans were denied entry to the Green, along with others as it quickly became clear that garda were trying to manage the number of people in the park.

Inside many people were quietly enjoying the sunshine.

There was also another more volatile crowd of youths who assembled quickly in difference parts of the city, taking over entire areas to have chaotic parties.

One of these areas was in Stephens Green.

Music was booming from near the parks shuttered bandstand where more than 100 youths were packed tightly together despite there being plenty of space around them.

Ambulance staff and three Garda public order unit vehicles, as well as a number of garda, looked on from a distance for a while.

This crowd was chanting Oggy! Oggy! Oggy! and jumping, which drew it tighter together.

As the noise and exuberance rose garda decided to move in, at about 6.15pm. They cleared everyone from this particular area of the Green, including those sipping smoothies on picnic blankets nearby.

The youths from the bandstand splintered throughout the park, but the message spread rapidly and could be easily overheard: Temple Bar next.

As this was happening, elsewhere in the city there was a relaxed, feel-good Saturday night atmosphere on the side roads off Grafton Street and Georges Street.

Near to pubs some people listened to music through portable speakers, while a busker on Dame Court drew a small but enthusiastic audience.

Some of these areas were relatively busy, but the drinkers generally appeared to stick to their own small groups and make some effort to socially distance.

People joined orderly queues for takeaway pints and the newly installed portable toilets.

Some bantered with the toilet attendants and garda who watched from the sidelines

Early on Saturday Temple Bar was relatively quiet with only a handful of people outside the Temple Bar Pub drinking pints and cocktails.

But from about 7pm hundreds of young people gathered down the lane in Temple Bar Square where businesses were primarily shuttered. Two male youths scaled a building, performing sit-ups and stunts atop the roof of Gourmet Burger Kitchen, exciting the shouting crowd below.

At 7.20pm a Garda van arrived and the Square was quickly drained of people. A handful of the scarpering youths hurled glass bottles at the vehicle, with passersby forced to duck out of the way of the missiles.

Up until about 8pm South William Street too had been quiet, home to mainly small groups of casual drinkers, while a couple of garda surveyed the street from outside Grogans Castle Lounge which was shut.

Within 20 minutes the atmosphere on this street had darkened. Large swathes of youths many recognisable from Temple Bar Square swarmed in quickly overwhelming those who had been on the street. Many of those who had been drinking on the street quickly left.

In tandem with the sudden arrival of the youths on South William Street, the Garda presence grew swiftly as the younger, more rowdy group took over the steps of Powerscourt Townhouse Centre and surrounds for an impromptu party.

Boom boxes were deployed, youths climbed on to pillars, others on to the boot of a car driving through, as well as on to bins and a businesss sign to dance and perform for their friends and the masses who were videoing below.

A recycling bin was set on fire in the middle of it all with young males every so often lifting the lid to pour in more alcohol.

When members of the public order unit lined up nearby, some of the crowd began to dissipate.

But a small number of mainly young males stood their ground for longer, dancing on the steps of the centre, eyeballing the garda.

Then the public order unit moved en masse along South William Street, forcing everyone to clear the area. Some youths threw bottles and other items over the heads of other young people directly at garda.

From this point access to many of the surrounding streets was restricted and cleared of people. Groups of garda moved on from South William Street to empty Exchequer Street then Grafton Street and Clarendon Street where many had been enjoying much quieter drinks.

Some people expressed anger and frustration at being told to leave. Outdoor summer! exclaimed one woman loudly on South King Street as a garda poured her friends drink down the drain.

A garda moving people on told this newspaper the centre of the city was being closed for the night . . . The best thing people can do is go home.

In a statement a Garda spokesman said members later came under fire from bottles and other missiles on South Anne Street from a group of approximately 200 youths at about 9pm.

Garda deployed soft cap public order units with shields and dispersed crowds along South Anne Street and Dawson Street, he said.

The force was dealing with an organised group of youths engaged in persistent anti-social behaviour and public disorder in the city centre, added the spokesman.

Garda arrested 19 people, including two juveniles, on Saturday evening for alleged public order offences.

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Thats a wrap. Season 17 of Greys Anatomy was anything but uneventful, and when it comes to Meredith Greys dramatic story line, things could have ended pretty differently.

The ABC shows season finale aired on Thursday, June 3, closing out a whirlwind journey as Meredith (Ellen Pompeo) healed from her lengthy coronavirus battle. In the last moments of the episode, Meredith walks out of a successful transplant surgery and declares in a voiceover, Im still alive.

Executive producer Meg Marinis, who cowrote the final episode, revealed that the ending fans watched wasnt the original one the team had in mind.

We initially wrote Merediths clap-out to be when she was discharged from the hospital, in Episode 1715, Marinis told Deadline in an interview published Thursday night. But we quickly realized that moment seemed like the end of the season, so we came up with the brilliant idea of Meredith escaping her own clap-out, which felt very Meredith Grey to us.

Earlier on in the season, Meredith didnt receive the traditional round of applause for cured patients after her months-long battle with COVID-19 was over. Instead, she was given the standing-O after she and Teddy (Kim Raver) performed a double lung transplant surgery.

So many people had struggled with Covid, and she didnt want to feel any different than anyone else, Marinis described of the emotional moment. So we decided to clap Meredith out of the OR instead, which felt like the ultimate victory to her journey this season.

Merediths final scene wrapped the season on a positive note. That shot of Meredith, in the OR Corridor, surrounded by her people, laughing and smiling in her scrub cap it gives me all the feels, the producer said. It gives me hope after such a hard year.

While it may have seemed to many longtime viewers that season 17 could be the medical dramas last, the network renewed it for an 18th season in May. Pompeo, 51, previously teased that theres no end in sight for the Greys team.

I gotta keep doing it, man, because were touching lives and making a difference, she said during a 2018 appearance on The Ellen DeGeneres Show.

Pompeo is ready to tell more of her characters story, but theres one doctor fans wont be seeing again next season. Jesse Williams, who played Jackson Avery for 12 seasons, announced his departure from the show last month.

My last day there, the crew and cast give me this incredibly thoughtful, moving custom box full of letters and memorabilia from each and every member of the family. Heartfelt letters and photos, he told Entertainment Weekly of his emotional exit. Ive got my original lab coat, stethoscope, and ID card, scrub tops and all these mementoes. It was really sweet. Im looking at it right now, its sitting on my countertop. Its really, really sweet personal stuff, anecdotes. It was really something. Im incredibly grateful.

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In March, I had one of those taking stock of things moments when I least expected it. It was Month 13 of the pandemic, and somehow I was watching the 17th season of a TV drama that had become aggressively about the pandemic, in which the title character had contracted COVID-19. One indicator of the severity of her condition was measuring the physical distance between her and the ghost of her dead husband on a beach in her COVID-induced dreams. A year and a half ago, nothing in those sentences would have made any sense.

For most of this season of ABCs never-ending Greys Anatomy, Dr. Meredith Grey (Ellen Pompeo), no stranger to perilous experiences, teetered between life and death while her fellow surgeons at Grey Sloan Memorial contended with the grim realities of the pandemic. The four major characters who have died over the course of Greys returned as ghosts in her dreamscape most prominently her dead husband, Ghost McDreamy (Patrick Dempsey). It says a lot about both Greys and the hellscape of the last 15 months that even its fan-service elements, designed to offset the exhausting experience of watching real life unfold in the universe of the show, soon did not feel escapist. The ghosts presence, especially the recurrence of Ghost McDreamy, usually meant bad news. After I briefly tuned out during the scene when the correlation between his proximity and Merediths condition became crystal clear, I hit the pause button to confirm that, yes, he did move significantly closer to her, yelled at my screen in frustration and then thought that my reaction comically encapsulated just how much the pandemic has broken my brain.

I have assiduously avoided most shows that have heavily incorporated the pandemic. Yet I find myself admiring the hell out of the few shows Ive happened to watch whose writers and producers specifically chose not to shy away from reality, even when their choices didnt always land. More than a decade after its original run ended, HBO revived In Treatment because the networks executives thought that viewers would need a show about therapy right now. Though the pandemic and the racial uprisings are not the sole focus of the characters therapy sessions, the effects of the isolation and burnout created by it all are always there, even in scenes where the characters dont explicitly discuss them.

Other approaches that various TV shows have taken ignoring the pandemic completely, acknowledging it for a few episodes and then letting it fade into the background, or mentioning it briefly and then placing the show in some vague post-COVID world are certainly valid. After all, weve craved escapism over the last 15 months. And on scripted television, its challenging to figure out how to depict major events while theyre still unfolding in real life.

But on shows like Greys and In Treatment, in which grief, trauma, loss and their repercussions are central to their emotional resonance, it would have been a disservice to ignore reality and to tell audiences its OK to look away. They also demonstrate how theres no one-size-fit-all approach: It has to be done in a way that makes sense for the show.

HBOEladio (Anthony Ramos) sees his therapist, Dr. Brooke Taylor (Uzo Aduba), via teletherapy sessions on HBO's "In Treatment."

Since In Treatment is about therapy, naturally the characters anxieties and fears take center stage. The revival follows a similar format as the shows original run, from 2008 to 2010, but with several welcome changes most notably, a more diverse cast and an acknowledgment that for people of color, therapy is especially stigmatized and hard to access. Dr. Brooke Taylor (Uzo Aduba) sees three patients whom viewers follow from week to week. Each weeks final episode is about Brooke herself, who gets visits from her friend and AA sponsor Rita (Liza Coln-Zayas).

Brooke lives alone in a sleek but cavernous house that was designed by her father, whose recent death shes struggling to process, on top of everything else in the world.

Day in and day out, I feel like all these people are looking to me to tell them what to do about this moment we are in, she tells Rita. I dont know what to tell them! I dont know what to tell myself!

Sometimes the shows topicality is overly blunt and direct, like when one of the patients, a white man, decries cancel culture and complains about having to learn what he can and cannot say.

But it mostly works. Its tricky to pull off a TV show about therapy, in which an entire episode usually takes place in one room with two characters. In the case of Brookes patient Eladio (Anthony Ramos), a home health care aide quarantining with the wealthy family who employs him, hes not even in the same room because he sees Brooke via teletherapy sessions. Its the combination of Ramoss riveting performance and the staging and framing of his episodes that makes Eladio this seasons most compelling patient. We see him both on Brookes laptop screen and in his room, where he often rotates his laptop, or gets up and moves around the space. In Treatment takes the staginess of its format and turns it into an advantage, rather than a gimmick or a distraction. And perhaps it works even more now, when many of us have spent a lot of time looking inward, alone with our traumas.

ABCDr. Miranda Bailey (Chandra Wilson) watches over Dr. Meredith Grey (Ellen Pompeo), who has COVID-19, on ABC's "Grey's Anatomy," which has devoted much of its current season to exploring the pandemic and racial uprisings.

While the pandemic is the context on In Treatment, its the text on Greys, which has depicted the events of the last 15 months in unflinching detail. Grey Sloans surgeons have felt burned out and hopeless about their profession as they watched patient after patient die of COVID-19. Theyve run low on protective equipment and ventilators. Theyve had to treat patients who are COVID deniers and anti-maskers, and have frustratingly wondered how to even make a dent in the centuries of racial inequities in health care. The show has incorporated last summers racial uprisings and the surge in anti-Asian racism, and devoted specific episodes to illustrating the disproportionate toll of the pandemic on Black women and Native communities.

The shows dialogue on these issues can get heavy-handed, telling instead of showing, which Greys is prone to doing. But theres not much of a way around it, and it would have been strange for a major medical drama set in the present day to ignore the biggest health crisis in a century.

As grim as this season has been to watch, it all makes sense for Greys. Throughout its 17 seasons and counting, it has made a point of piling on tragedies and perilous situations, unrelentingly putting its characters (and us viewers) through the wringer.

I cant believe Im saying this, but there have been times this season when Greys could have leaned even more into real life. All season, Dr. Miranda Bailey (Chandra Wilson), Grey Sloans chief of surgery, has been burned out, which I wish the show had explored in more detail. Bailey, already carrying the weight of being a Black woman, watched her mother die of COVID-19 when it spread through her nursing home. Several of her colleagues, including her friend and former mentee, contracted COVID-19. One of her colleagues was murdered. And she has had to lead her staff through a crisis that has pushed everyone to their limit. She deserved more than the handful of scenes that she got.

As more people get vaccinated and start to move into something resembling post-pandemic life, we need to remember that weve experienced a prolonged period of deep trauma, which were only now beginning to process. That processing will look different for everyone. As much as I admire what these shows did, I doubt Ill want to revisit them in the months and years to come, just as I dont want to revisit the darkest days of the last 15 months.

But maybe well want to take stock of how much these times have changed us and, yes, broken our brains. Maybe well want to remember the ways we documented what was happening, and these shows that chose to try to capture this strange and precarious time will become a time capsule.

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Anatomy of an Incarcerationis a multi-part series that focuses on different aspects of prison in Egypt by Abdelrahman ElGendy who spent more than six years behind bars, from October 6, 2013 at the age of 17 until his release on January 13, 2020, at the age of 24.

Abdelrahman was moved back to Wadi al-Natrun prison. Come visit him there.

I scribble the line over and over on small shreds of paper from my notebook followed by my mothers number, my handwriting messy and hard to decipher. When I have more than twenty, I scrunch them into tiny skewed rectangles, and rush to the barred window.

I press my forehead against the metal mesh and squint, the diamond-shaped slits digging into my forehead. Numbness spreads over my eyebrows; I rest my hands on either side of the window to relieve the pressure. My cuff-mate, Moaz, shouts in protest as I absentmindedly yank his arm while raising mine.

The police truck slows down, and I instantly shove two of my messages through the slits to fall at the feet of a passerby. Deliver this to my mother please, brother!

I keep repeating this for the next thirty minutes, until civilization fades, people cease to pass by, and Cairo turns into a distant shadow behind us.

Their looks have never ceased to hurt me: the wariness, the hesitation to even look up, or worst of all, their firm stares forward, not acknowledging my existence. Like a punch to the guts, I realize that I stood in their shoes one day many years ago as a kid and acted the same I gazed up at the pairs of eyes staring from behind the barred windows with the metal mesh, and daunted I turned away with the first eye contact.

Who would have thought?

I throw the remaining scraps to the ground and fall back on the dirty bench. I grab my small towel from my pocket where I had stuffed it, dry the pouring sweat, and fight the nausea. Its Ramadan and we are fasting, which elevates the normally nightmarish trip with my car sickness into an unbearable torture: a sizzling hot transport vehicle, suffocating over-crowdedness and agonizing dehydration. A suffering that never seems to end.

A sweat-box, as British prisoners lingo accurately coins it.

Swallowing, I feel my dry throat itching for water, and I close my eyes and fantasize about the moment this day ends and I settle back on my tiny farsha in the cell. As I feel myself nodding off, I shake my head and try to regain focus I cannot sleep yet.

Phase two awaits.

I nudge Moaz, and we hurry towards the locked steel door. Some of our friends are already standing while one, Mostafa, is calling out to the guard outside. I bend and squint through the metal mesh and whisper: Hes not budging yet?

Still ignoring me, he scratches his beard, thinking.

Deciding to kick it up a notch, we start knocking on the door and raising our voices.

WHAT! he finally flings the metal cover open from his side.

My friend starts with the usual prison opener Where are you from?

He hesitates, then says: Gharbiya,

No way! Where in Gharbiya?

Toukh.

Mostafa and I instantly repeat the iconic Egyptian response: The best people, man the best people,

Then Mostafa hurries: Were homies then! Im from Kafr al-Zayyat! I hold back my laughter as he details where he lives its a lie. I know he comes from upper Egypt.

I join in: We didnt catch your name.

The same hesitation, then: Ali.

Amm Ali, we were abruptly moved from Tora and our families will go crazy worrying about us, why dont you lend us your phone for a couple of minutes so we can let them know where we are?

He smirks, he knew where this was going from the start.

It would be very risky, and definitely illegal. I could get in a lot of trouble for that, he says with an implicative gruff tone.

I promise you wont regret it, I retort in a similar voice, while Mostafa grabs two packs of local cigarettes from his bag.

He shakes his head: No no, those wont do,

Expected. I nod to Mostafa and reach into my pocket, taking out two Marlboro packs, and watch as amm Alis pupils dilate greedily. Bingo.

I drop them to the ground and with the side of my foot slide them under the door.

Now were talking, his smile widens to reveal crooked yellow teeth and wrinkles around his bulging eyes as he bends down to pick them up.

He eyes me as he takes out his phone: Five minutes only, you understand?

Sure, amm Ali. You will have it back in exactly five minutes, I reassure him, and Mostafa nods in earnest to back me up.

The small black phone slides from below the door. I crouch quickly and shout an apology as I accidentally almost dislocate Moazs shoulder one more time.

Our friends start crowding around us. We call for order and explain that each of us can only use it for a single minute. There are more than twenty-five of us, we have to make do.

I press the faded buttons, the noise and bickering are sucked into the background as I put the phone to my ear. My mothers voice shoots straight to my heart: warming, melting, soothing.

I quickly update her on the situation, learn when they are coming to visit me, hang up and pass the phone to Mostafa, asking him to be in charge of arranging the turns.

Moaz and I decide to sit on the ground between the scattered bags. He takes out his Quran from his pocket and starts to read in a low melodic recital. I fall into one of those derealization moments: I am imprisoned. I am handcuffed. I am in a transport truck. I spent more than an hour throwing scraps of paper out of windows and negotiating with a jailer just to deliver one line to my mother.

I am exhausted.

I wiggle a few inches forward, then lay back and rest my head on Moazs thigh, taking the usual sleeping position of handcuffed prisoners: head on thigh, left handcuffed hand across my chest and on my right shoulder, Moazs right handcuffed hand resting beside it. Its the most comfortable position prisoners have managed to come up with through trial and error and countless twisted numb arms.

Taking in the scene, my heart softens as I look at our friends scattered around the tiny windows, watching the street.

I know the turmoil bubbling inside them; I have experienced it for years.

Their countenance screams of longing, their eyes yearn to everything they are robbed of: the passing cars, walking down a street, standing at a kiosk with a couple of friends, smoking a cigarette, looping your arm through that of your loved one on a Nile-side stroll, or simply seeing the sun without bars obscuring it.

You marvel at things that remind you of home, car brands you see for the first time, that untaken left turn that you know leads to your beloved house

I inhale deeply, and immediately regret it. Laying on the ground, that close to the benches, the putrid smell of urine makes me gag. Some stains are still glistening, perhaps leftovers from the transport ride right before us, others form dark splotches with an intense reek, making you wonder how many years ago someone must have left his malodorous mark down there.

I pull my towel over my face my sweat is a more welcome smell than prisoners piss.

Relaxing, I let Moazs soothing voice combined with the steady vibration of the truck engulf me, lulling me into a state of limbo where I am neither asleep nor alert. He strokes my hair within the range of motion the handcuffs allow him to and continues his recital. His voice is melting butter, golden utterances thawing against my eardrums. The heat feels like its radiating from my own skin. Minutes pass as random memories float before my eyes: laying on my back on the basketball court at night watching the stars, rides in the school bus and the hysterical laughter with every stunt we boys pull on the girls, breathing the fresh air on our lovely balcony

A sudden bang and shouting at the door burst my dream bubble. I curse.

Hey! Wheres what-his-name who took the phone! The guard snarls.

I shout from my place: What do you want, amm Ali?

Its been fifteen minutes! You promised youd return it after five! He shouts back.

Sorry, we need it a bit longer. Go file a complaint. I pull the towel back over my eyes as he bangs the porthole shut. He knows he cant do anything about it. If any officer finds out he gave us his phone it would be the end of him, and he knows we can lie through our teeth to exact maximum vengeance.

The fine line between the moral and immoral has become too hazy and intangible for me when it comes to dealing with guards and officers. I bribed him, smoothly lied to him, and now I am blackmailing him.

Not the slightest guilt.

My head throbs as I resettle into a sitting position. We are getting closer to Wadi al-Natrun prison. Ten minutes later, I ask for the phone back. I eye it with longing, resisting the temptation to make a last call to my mother, listening to her voice for one more minute before being utterly deprived for two weeks until her next visit. I cant though, it would make the others feel Im taking undue liberties. Amm Ali grunts angrily as I slide the phone back, but doesnt say anything.

Two packs of Marlboro and you dare complain, you fucker, I mumble.

The guys at the windows call out that we are nearly there. Moaz and I get up and dust off our clothes with our free hands, then make our way back between the sleeping bodies and strewn luggage to pick up our bags. Others are shuffling on the ground doing the same.

As the truck screeches to a halt, I throw my backpack over my free shoulder, bend and lift my large duffel bag with the free hand, then we both carry our remaining bags with our cuffed hands, trying to balance them as best as we can.

The locks clang loudly from the outside, and the door opens. I ignore amm Alis glares as I step down into the furious heat. Sweat runs down my back and chest and my T-shirt is clinging to my body under the rough prison-issued navy-blue convict outfit.

Waddling like penguins, we head towards the small gate. I cant believe its the same walk we took on the welcome party day, that parade from hell upon our arrival. We move back and forth each semester, sit for our final university exams in Tora compound, then travel back to our original prisons. Now, we go through the routine absent-mindedly: enter prison, lift our hands to be uncuffed, finally break free of the catholic marriage we were forced into for several hours, prepare for the search process by the guards, place packs of cigarette in our pockets for them to find and silently slip into theirs while turning a blind-eye to our little contraband luxuries: a small pillow here, a nail clipper there, a shard of a mirror maybe, or even miraculously, an earphone.

I drop my bags to the ground and sit on one to catch my breath. A guard yells.

The officer waves at him to let me be. Those are not newcomers! Theyre our children! He scoffs loudly. I laugh back and cry inside.

We are their children. I sigh as I bury my face in my stinking towel again and press my palms against my eyes.

Home sweet home.

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Data breaches at major organizations are continuously raising cybersecurity concerns.

But, understanding the anatomy of a cyber attack can help in finding methods to potentially reduce the impact of cyber threats.

A data breach at Cathay Pacific Airlines Ltd compromised the data of 9.4 million customers.The compromised data included personal information, credit and debit card details, passport details, frequent-flier programs, and historical travel information. The attack is considered as the biggest airline data breach. And, the customers feel betrayed as the officials disclosed the attack seven months after finding out the unauthorized access.

Similarly, many organizations are attacked for sensitive data or ransom. And, hackers are consistently working on new malware and cyber attack techniques to find loopholes in current cybersecurity standards. Hence, every organization is prone to cyber threats. To prevent these attacks, organizations must first understand the anatomy of a cyber attack, and the motives behind it.

The first part of the anatomy of a cyber attack is reconnaissance. Hackers usually start by researching and gathering information about the target organization. They look for network ranges, IP addresses, and domain names. And, hackers also search for email addresses of key players in the organization such as CFOs, IT professionals, and CTOs. If the hackers fail to find the email addresses of key players, then they identify vulnerable employees by sending phishing emails. Next, the attackers scan for vulnerabilities in the network, which is a long process, that sometimes, take months. After they get an entry to the organization via network vulnerabilities or employee email address, attackers proceed to the next phase.

After getting access to the network, a hacker proceeds to infiltrate the organizations network. But, to access the network freely, the attacker needs access privileges. Hence, attackers use rainbow tables and similar tools, which help them in stealing credentials to upgrade their access to administrator privileges. Now, hackers can access the entire network, and go through the network silently. Then, attackers are free to obtain sensitive information for selling on the internet or encrypt the data to demand ransom. Sometimes, hackers may also alter or erase sensitive data for reasons beyond financial gain.

The next phase of the anatomy of a cyber attack is expansion. Hackers intrude all systems on the network using malicious programs. Malicious programs enable attackers to hide in multiple systems in the organizations and regain access to the network even after being detected. Additionally, hackers no longer require higher access to infiltrate the network.

Hackers proceed to hide their tracks to mask the origins of the attack. Additionally, the attackers safely place their exploit in a system to avoid getting detected. The main purpose of obfuscation is confusing and disorienting the forensic experts. For successful obfuscation, hackers use various tools and techniques such as spoofing, log cleaning, zombied accounts, and Trojan commands. Cybersecurity experts generally consider obfuscation as the final stage of the anatomy of a cyber attack.

To effectively protect your organization from cyber attacks, it is essential to understand the motive behind cyber attacks. The motives of a hacker can help find flaws in the anatomy of a cyber attack. For example, the WannaCry ransomware was recently used to attack several hospitals and GP clinics all over the United Kingdom, whichcost the NHS almost 92m. The attackers exploited a leaked NSA tool to attack vulnerable Windows systems and encrypt sensitive information. Furthermore, the attack canceled over 19,000 appointments. Similarly, ransomware is used by attackers to encrypt vital information and extort ransom in exchange for decrypting data. Another reason could be cyber terrorism to create fear among the masses. Alternatively, major cyber attacks can also serve as a distraction for something darker behind the curtains.

To protect the organization, business leaders such as CIOs and CTOs need to hire skilled cybersecurity professionals. Cybersecurity experts spend years in researching and studying the anatomy of a cyber attack, and they know how to prevent or at least minimize the impact of cyber attacks. Cybersecurity experts can maintain the security standards in your organization through multiple steps and measures such as follows:

Organizations have to realize that even after following all the security protocols, hackers can still attack their networks and systems. With the help of cybersecurity experts, organizations can analyze the anatomy of a cyber attack to find flaws in the attacks, and exploit the weaknesses to reduce the damage. Various organizations only plan for protection from cyber threats, completely avoiding recovery mechanisms, which can lead to dire consequences in case of an attack. For example, Google is shutting down Google+ due to a data breach that compromised 500,000 user accounts in 2015. But, Google announced that they became aware of the breach during March and June 2018. Learning from the example of Google, organizations should know the importance of minimizing the damage. To reduce the damage from cyber attacks, organizations should consider the following steps:

Artificial intelligence is playing a pivotal role in cybersecurity. Machine learning has the ability to analyze the anatomy of a cyber attack, and learn from the behavior patterns of malware. Moreover, artificial intelligence can automate threat detection and data recovery mechanisms. Hence, AI-powered applications can find security threats and implement recovery strategies more efficiently when compared to software-based solutions. And, big players such as Microsoft, Google, Palo Alto Networks, Fortinet and Cisco Systems are already developing cybersecurity solutions using artificial intelligence and machine learning. With the exponential development of artificial intelligence, numerous security software have started adopting machine learning to provide more effective cybersecurity solutions.

Likewise,blockchain technology has the potential to improve cybersecurity. Blockchain can effectively detect a data breach, and disrupt the process that forms the anatomy of a cyber attack. With blockchain, organizations can distribute their data over the network, which will simplify the process of data recovery. And, the changes in data would be transparent. Hence, if the data is altered or deleted, tracking the changes will be an easy process. Furthermore, multiple cybersecurity firms are working on developing blockchain-powered security solutions for mainstream applications. For example, Acronis, a cybersecurity organization, is applying blockchain technology to generate a cryptographic hash, that is unique for every data file. The hash can be used to verify the authenticity of every file. And, it is almost impossible for a hacker to compute the cryptographic hash. Thus, AI and blockchain are revolutionizing the cybersecurity landscape.

Although the technology and methods to fight cyber attacks are getting better, hackers are also developing their techniques to execute stronger attacks. And, with new malware and ransomware being developed, these attacks can lead to bigger data breaches than any weve seen before. Hence, organizations need to become aware of the anatomy of a cyber attack to be able to tackle cybersecurity issues better.

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According to our survey, there is one character that fans overwhelmingly want to leave the show stat: Dr. Owen Hunt, played by Kevin McKidd. There is no doubt that Owen contains multitudes he's been around so long he's basically a fixture of the program, but his storylines are increasingly more boring and to be frank, he's kind of a jerk. This is likely why 23.39% of people want him gone. Also up there? Titular character Meredith Grey and Dr. Miranda Bailey, with 14.29% of respondents voting each of them out of the hospital.

Jackson Avery, who left the show in 2021, had 17% of people hating on him and wanting him to leave, which means they already got what they wanted. Oddly enough, there were still some fans who wanted Derek Shepard off of the show, even though he died in Season 11. There were 19% of people who wanted April Kempner off of the show, too, though she left in Season 14. Maybe they're talking about the lingering mentions of them? Who knows.

In any case, it's clear that the next big character death or write-off, in fans' minds, should be Owen Hunt.

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