@usa.news10: Profundo pesar en Estelí, Nicaragua. La comunidad educativa llora la repentina partida de Marianyi Mageli Avilés Cardoza, de solo 17 años, destacada alumna de excelencia académica e integrante de la banda rítmica del Colegio Independencia de Centroamérica. Tras presentar serias complicaciones médicas, fue ingresada de urgencia al Hospital San Juan de Dios, donde lamentablemente falleció. Enviamos un abrazo solidario y nuestras más sentidas condolencias a sus familiares y seres queridos. Vuela alto, Marianyi. 🤍🕊 #MarianyiAviles #Nicaragua #NicaraguensesEnUSA #HispanosEnUSA #NewsUSA

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lorenavargas297
lorenavargas297 :
Que enfermedad fue esa que ka llevo a ls muerte??
2026-09-13 19:09:01
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flor45279802
Flor💗💞 :
por que primero no preguntan si estaba enferma y la causa fue tal ves su enfermeda por que la atención en los hospitales es excelente
2026-09-13 13:46:39
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manuel.castro9144
Manuel Castro :
ese hospitsl ay msla atesio poredo semuere los pasiente
2026-09-13 13:34:29
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gladis.nuez02
Gladis Nuñez :
FORTALEZA A TODA SU FAMILIA
2026-09-13 12:02:27
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user7947908428236
henryogomez03 :
Descansa mami solo solo DIOS sabe porque tenías que partir tan joven y llena de energía.
2026-09-13 08:33:27
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juani_tercero
Juani Bet💞 :
ESTA GENTE LO QUE BUSCAN ES EN PONER MAL EL GOBIERNO. PERO NDIE SE LOS VA A CREER EN LOS HOSPITALES DE NIC. HY EXELENTE ATENCIÓN MÉDICA. LO DIGO XQ. YO HE RECIBIDO ESA BUENA A TENCION
2026-09-13 22:47:56
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lestherzeusjackso
zeusjackson :
xq siempre dicen cualidades de alguien hasta que fallece
2026-09-13 17:45:09
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meybimolinaresher
Meybelinmh :
2026-09-13 06:30:42
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everrosales368
real esteli :
pobrecita la niña
2026-09-14 01:04:10
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la.sirenita925
LA SIRENITA HERMOSA MARMAID :
POBRESITA DESCANSE PAZ
2026-09-13 07:53:23
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abdielsalvadorcru
abdielsalvadorcru :
lo ciento mucho por la familia dió les de mucha fortaleza
2026-09-14 00:27:10
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irisa.paladu
Irisa Paladu :
primero deben preguntar a la familia ,si padecía de alguna enfermedad, y después verificar cuales eran esas complicaciones, ver el tipo de tratamiento que se le aplicó, para ver si coincide con lo que presentaba.
2026-09-13 15:37:30
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meryvirginitalaveracruz
mery :
fuertalesas ala familia
2026-09-13 07:17:59
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conny.guevara5
Conny Guevara :
Dios la reciba en sus brazos
2026-09-13 21:00:00
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devorahodgson831
Devora Hodgson :
xke no Disen k paso x algo
2026-09-13 22:46:22
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yanisantos89
yanisantos89 :
violeta fuerza a esa familia😰😰
2026-09-13 15:59:57
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varelavarela51
varela varela :
🙏
2026-09-13 06:29:14
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lucia.espinoza.ga4
Lucia Espinoza Garay :
Santo Cielo. Q triste noticia. Dios le regale descanso eterno. así sea.
2026-09-13 07:11:10
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tere07159
Tere :
que descanse en paz la niña es duro pasar por eso mis condolencia para su familia
2026-09-13 20:27:15
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a.d.e.l.a01
adela :
Q lastima
2026-09-13 20:41:51
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danelia.reyes48
Danelia Reyes :
Pero. Pork mi princesita k pasó
2026-09-14 01:59:22
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rosa.blandn2
Rosa Blandón :
2026-09-13 20:50:09
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greybing51523666143653
greybing :
mil condolencia para su familia
2026-09-13 21:34:15
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rosa.blandn2
Rosa Blandón :
q pecadi.tan jovencita.como duele.Dios de fortaleza.asu familia.yo soy dek norte me duele.esra noticia.[Inocencia][Inocencia][Inocencia]
2026-09-13 20:49:45
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alejandra.miranda8662
Alejandra Miranda :
pucha lo siento mucho se fue a la precedía del señor amen 🙏❤️😔
2026-09-13 11:17:40
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