Motherland Histoires

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One shot story of just around 1000 words Give it a try ---------------------- it's been an hour mamma has called,I called her back but it is not reachable. ------------------------- "Thanks a lot dear, I don't have enough money to buy this.thankyou for helping us...I have called a cab and it is not reaching here,now the call is not reachable" the mother said crying her heart out. ---------------------------- "Mom....dad....I'm home...open the door" I shouted knocking loudly on the door,but it was of no use.I ringed the door bell but no one opened. ------------------------------ "Forgive Me God...please Forgive Meeeh " Tears become non stop,my throat started paining,eyes swelled up. --------------------------------- World have changed a lot,people changed the world! ____________________________________ -Is it just a dream? Or a reality that's gonna happen? -Every action have an equal and opposite reaction💔 Cover done by me ------------------------------------------------------------ All rights reserved, no parts of this publication maybe reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photo copying, recording or any other mechanical method without the permission of author you can't copy anything. _________________________________________

What is the dark past that holds this hairstylist captive? You'll never find out. But maybe some of her story can be found in the work from her hands...

Poetry, Middle East, Assyrian, American, Christian.

Snapshots into the lives of men and women who defined the Motherland known as Reconstructed Earth over the course of 300 years.

Short poem, I'd love some honest opinions. If it sucks just let me know. I wrote it a while ago and read it again tonight. I still believe in it

Много веков назад люди не знали о существовании ведьм. Ведь если их и находили, то сразу зжигали на кострах, думая, что таким способом люди избавляются от нечисти. Всем нам эта история уже давно известна... А догадывались ли вы, что спустя несколько сотен лет, люди, знавшие как использовать магию, смогут жить свободно в мире?..

We are kings and Queens of our own sand castle, but it is how we start to live our lives that it starts to take shape.

The day of glory is coming. The Independence Day is celebrated every year on 15th of August in India. We all are proud to be an Indian. Our nation has given us so much, we are obligated towards it. This is my patriotism towards my country. This poetry is dedicated to our motherland. The glorious day is celebrated as we got the freedom to live and love each other and the symbolism of our individualism after the independence from the imprisoner of our lives.

The wind rustled the leaves and the morning sunlight peeked through the jharokha of his room. The ten years old Suryabhaan sat looking at the sky, wondering if he would any day, accompany his Nanosa and the King Veeramdev for a war. What a pleasure it would be! Fighting for his motherland! 10 years more and he would be standing there as the commander in chief of Ardhya's army. He had promised himself. Little did he know fate had other plans for him.

this poem makes us realize the might of our motherlands.nowadays people criticize their lands and talk a lot about its demerits almost forgetting that they were the ones to contribute to its rupture.

Homeland... that place where we lived in our young childhood... homeland... a pure land inhabited by Atas. We had beautiful memories with them... it is our homeland.

《 my fantasies from long ago are the present you's daydream 》 24 year-old Manaria Serein is reincarnated as 30-something-year-old Manaria Twiloil in the world of a TV show she was once obsessed with 9 years prior. // loosely inspired by 私の推しは悪役令嬢 (I'm in Love with the Villainess) by Inori! (Crossposting on AO3!) this is a little bit of a self-insert fanfic , sorry im not very good at writing original characters cover art made by me

Nigeria is one of the colonized countries of the Britain's in Africa. She's commonly referred to as the "Giant of Africa". This wonderful poem is about Her history, government, geography, economy, demographics, and culture... It's a wonderful piece... I hope you will enjoy the flow :) <3 Please I will appreciate your comments and votes. Thank you.

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