nadia khanom
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As a writer, I believe in the power of words to shape emotions, inspire thoughts, and create lasting impressions. Through storytelling,
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A laying cowboy story
Once, in a little town settled at the edge of thick woods, carried on with a kid named Jacob. Jacob had an unconventional propensity — he lied every day. From morning until night, he turned stories, exaggerating, bending reality to suit his impulses. It wasn't out of malignance; he viewed lying as tomfoolery. He cherished watching individuals respond to his wild stories, even though he knew the harm his untruths could cause. After some time, in any case, Jacob's untruths started to wear ragged, and the residents became careful about confiding in him.
By nadia khanomabout a year ago in Men
An Honest Steal of Life
I experienced childhood in a little, failed-to-remember town where the air generally smelled like moist earth and rusting metal. My dad worked in the neighbourhood production line until the machines accepted his position. My mom vanished when I was eight, leaving just a wrecked glass bottle behind as a sign. I had no kin, no family members that minded, and a line of encouraged homes that never fully fit. I discovered that the world won't hand me anything as I developed. On the off chance that I needed something, I needed to take it.
By nadia khanomabout a year ago in Families
The Street Boy’s Journey
The sun hung low overhead, projecting a dull orange shine over the bustling roads. The city clamoured with life — individuals surged past, lost in their universes, taxis sounded fretful, and sellers shouted to possible clients. Be that as it may, amidst all the commotion and movement, a little kid sat unobtrusively in the shadow of a disintegrating old structure, his knees attracted up to his chest, arms wrapped firmly around them. His name was Ishaan, however, to the world, he was simply one grimier, failed-to-remember road kid.
By nadia khanomabout a year ago in Humans
Two Bits of Insight and A Falsehood
"Two Insights and an Untruth" is an exemplary icebreaker game that has been utilized in group environments, homerooms, working environments, and gatherings for quite a long time. It's not difficult to learn, enjoyable to play and can be a shockingly powerful method for getting to realize individuals better. While it might appear as though a straightforward game from the beginning, there's much surprisingly profundity to it. This article will investigate the beginnings, brain research, varieties, and techniques behind "Two Bits of Insight and a Lie," as well as why it keeps on excess a famous decision for loosening things up and spiking conversions.
By nadia khanomabout a year ago in Horror
Photography
How to start photography Prologue to Photography: A Novice's Aide Photography is a strong type of workmanship and correspondence that empowers you to catch and share minutes, stories, and feelings. With the ascent of virtual entertainment and portable innovation, photography has become open to everybody. Whether you try to turn into an expert picture taker or just need to investigate photography as a side interest, it is fundamental to grasp the basics. This guide will take you through the essential frameworks, standards, and methods that will show you the way to dominating photography.
By nadia khanomabout a year ago in Photography
The hero animals
Frog Sometime in the distant past, in a lake settled somewhere down in the woods, carried on with a frog named Freddie. Freddie dislike different frogs in the lake. He was more modest and more vulnerable, and his voice was not as clearly or as thunderous as the others. Different frogs frequently ridiculed him, calling him powerless and useless.
By nadia khanomabout a year ago in Humor
Frog and lily cushions story
In a quiet lake settled profound inside a rich, green backwoods, carried on with a local area of frogs who had a basic at this point agreeable existence. The water was cool, the lily cushions copious, and the bugs were plentiful. However, regardless of their untainted environmental elements, a feeling of smugness pervaded the air. The frogs would frequently sit on their lily cushions, relaxing in the sun, yet seldom wandered past the recognizable limits of their lake.
By nadia khanomabout a year ago in Humor
Halloween night
I'll be quick to just let it out things don't necessarily seem the manner in which they ought to. In any case, that is not my shortcoming, right? No, obviously not. The world is unusual like that. I've generally seen it — the varieties appear to be not exactly right, discussions whirl into odd shapes, and individuals, indeed, they don't necessarily act in unsurprising ways. Be that as it may, the world is a muddled spot, and in some cases, it simply won't seem OK. I'm not to fault. Require that evening, for example. I was heading back home from the bar — just two beverages in, I swear — and the moon was more splendid than expected. You realize how individuals generally happen about the moon being this pale, spooky thing? Not that evening. That evening it was red, shining like the sun yet gentler, hotter, practically like a commitment murmured in your ear. I was unable to quit gazing at it as I strolled, my shoes scratching on the broke walkway. I most likely ought to have been focusing closer on where I was going, however the moon was so... convincing. I continued to consider it, that seeing the world washed in this red glow was so bizarre. Not that any other individual appeared to take note. I passed several individuals in the city, and they were approaching their night as though nothing was unique, as though the sky wasn't doused in red like some painter had gone distraught.You at any point feel like you're the one in particular who sees things the manner in which they truly are? It's baffling. Like when I enlightened Liza — about the moon — and she recently snickered, dismissed me. "It's a similar moon it forever is, Danny," she said, grinning that grin she gets when she believes I'm being emotional. In any case, I'm not emotional. I simply see things more clear than most, you know?
By nadia khanomabout a year ago in Horror
People are in danger because of their own intelligence like my storys frogs
Once upon a time, in a pond nestled deep in the forest, lived a frog named Freddie. Freddie was not like the other frogs in the pond. He was smaller and weaker, and his voice was not as loud or as resonant as the others. The other frogs often made fun of him, calling him weak and worthless.
By nadia khanomabout a year ago in Motivation
