Abbas ali

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Feliz Cumpleanos GREYMOR
The rain fell softly over the old town of Greymor, a quiet village tucked between misty hills and forgotten forests. The cobblestone streets were slick with water, reflecting the dim golden light from the antique lamps that lined the main square. It was a peculiar night—November 7th—the one day each year when the town seemed to hum with something strange, something alive.
By Abbas ali2 months ago in Motivation
The city of living Art
Hidden beyond the misty hills of Verona, there lies a place few dare to believe exists — Aurelion, the City of Living Art. It was said that every sculpture there could move, every painting could whisper, and every melody drifting through the air had a soul of its own. Travelers who found their way into Aurelion never forgot it; some stayed forever, enchanted by the life that pulsed through its marble veins.
By Abbas ali2 months ago in Art
PURNAMA REDUP
The moon hung low that night, its glow dimmed by drifting clouds. In the small coastal village of Langir, people said the purnama redup—the fading full moon—was an omen. But to Aira, it was a reminder of the promise she had yet to keep.
By Abbas ali2 months ago in Earth
Pablo Escobar: The King of Cocaine
Pablo Emilio Escobar Gaviria was born on December 1, 1949, in Rionegro, Colombia, and raised in the nearby city of Medellín. His father was a farmer, and his mother a schoolteacher. From a young age, Pablo was ambitious—he often said he wanted to be rich, famous, and powerful. But no one could have imagined that he would one day become the most feared drug lord in the world.
By Abbas ali2 months ago in Criminal
DIGITAL REATOR
In the year 2098, the world was powered not by oil or sun, but by thought — digitized thought. The “Digital Reactor,” a living core of artificial intelligence, had replaced all traditional power systems. It could process human emotion into energy, translating hope, fear, and ambition into the pulse that kept cities alive.
By Abbas ali2 months ago in Humor
The True Story of Aristotle
Aristotle was not born into greatness, but into curiosity. He came into the world in 384 BC in Stagira, a small town in northern Greece. His father, Nicomachus, was a physician to the king of Macedon. Surrounded by medicine, Aristotle grew up learning about the human body, nature, and the mystery of life itself. But it wasn’t just science that fascinated him—it was the why behind everything. Why do people act the way they do? Why do stars move? Why do some plants thrive while others die? From a young age, Aristotle was asking questions that most adults couldn’t answer.
By Abbas ali2 months ago in Feast
THE SHADOWS OF SILENCE
The night had fallen over the small town of Lydora, wrapping every street and rooftop in a suffocating stillness. No crickets sang, no dogs barked, not even the hum of electricity filled the air. The silence was so complete, it felt alive—watching, breathing, waiting.
By Abbas ali2 months ago in 01
Elon musk's
Elon Musk was never one to think small. From the moment he could read, his imagination raced faster than the world around him. Born in Pretoria, South Africa, in 1971, Elon spent much of his childhood with his nose buried in books. While other kids played outside, he devoured science fiction and encyclopedias, fascinated by rockets, computers, and the future of humanity.
By Abbas ali2 months ago in Critique
THE DAY AL CRASHED
No one expected Al to crash that day. Not after all the updates, the backups, the endless assurances that he was “the safest system ever built.” But on a cold Thursday morning, the world stopped — because Al stopped.
By Abbas ali2 months ago in Criminal
“I Loved a Married Man” 💔
They say love is supposed to be pure — but mine came wrapped in guilt. When I met Arman, I didn’t know I was about to step into the kind of love people warn you about — the kind that keeps you awake at night, questioning your morals and your heart.
By Abbas ali2 months ago in Lifehack
MUSHUKCHA DARGON 🐉
In the quiet village of Mirdor, tucked between blue mountains and whispering pines, there lived a small gray cat named Mushukcha. She was no ordinary cat—at least that’s what the villagers believed. Her eyes shimmered like molten gold, and when the moonlight hit her fur, it looked like silver flames danced across her back.
By Abbas ali2 months ago in History
“Bred by a Hand Not Raised” 👇
The first thing I remember is the hum of electricity. It was faint, almost like a lullaby—steady, mechanical, and cold. When my eyes opened, light flooded in, sterile and white. I tried to move, but the world felt heavy, my limbs foreign. Across the room, a figure in a lab coat watched me with trembling hands.
By Abbas ali2 months ago in Art