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Learn Amharic_ The Ethiopian language

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This is a tutorial for the amharic language

 I am just teaching the basics like numbers and days.

Ethiopia is an African country that has never been colonized. It has great amount of natural resources and different kinds of foods. If you are a vegean you do not need to worry as Christians there do not eat meat and dairy products most of the year, it is available.

It would mean a lot to me if you read this.All Rights Reserved

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IN THE NAME OF DESIRE: a prayer unfinished by griinblog

His eyes grow heavy, and then, in a voice so low it barely exists, "I want you." I freeze. "Every bit of you. Naked and clothed. Vain and deep. Bratty and unsure. Every piece you have to offer." ----------- He told himself he shouldn't look at her. Shouldn't think about her. Shouldn't want her. But he did. An Egyptian man, raised among women who valued modesty, where faith was unshaken and restraint was second nature. But here, in Nigeria, at one of its most prestigious universities, his convictions wavered. Everything about this place was loud-the voices, the laughter, the confidence. But nothing unsettled him more than her. A Nigerian Woman. The way she dressed. The way she carried herself. The way she met his gaze without fear. He had been taught that women like her were reckless, unrestrained. He had been warned against their kind. Yet, why couldn't he look away? He needed focus. School. Graduation. Home. That was the plan. That was the only path. But distraction had a name. And she was a fire in his veins. Now, he had to choose-duty or desire. -----------------------

Lay Me Down. by kekeAsavela

what happens when you don't have support?when you feel you've worn out? your marriage? your lover?

•••JÚÑÔÔÑ-€-Í$H¶•••✓ by EtratEjaz1117

« Sequel of RÚẞÅRÚ - Í$H¶ » «Stand Alone Book» ~ ZÁ¥¥ÁÑ ~ "The world is all about give and take, Create your OWN°°° ~ Á¥€DÁ ~ "The world is full of fake people, The real is you, YOURSELF°°° ✨✨✨ "Calm me down" His beautiful blue eyes ranked through every inch of my body sitting calmly on his chair. His eyes were glaring in my soul like he wanted to eat me alive. His slender long fingers tapping slowly yet impatiently on the desk infront of him waiting for my answer. I don't know who made him angry again but that was the first time he asked something from me other than the work. But the question was how can i calm him down? I averted my eyes to the floor because his gaze was very intense, piercing my every core with his hardcore death glare. He stood up from his chair making his way towards me as a predator towards his prey. My breath hitched in my throat with fear engulfing me slowly. "How"? I finally dared my voice out and as usual my voice came out low and meak. He stopped a step away from me as i smelled his minty cologne in my nostrils which every time overpower my senses to think properly. "Kiss me" I snapped my head towards him as my eyes widened in response. Is he for real? ✨✨✨ For her, he was her husband, her family after the death of her parents, after the betrayal of her family but For him, She was the burden from his parents, A mere responsibility. She don't love him but still there was a spark of attraction towards him as he was her rightfully married HUSBAND. He disliked her but there was one rule in his life.What was his, Will always remain His. Doesn't matter how much he dislike her, what matters to him was, she has his name and that makes her, HIS. His WIFE. ✨ Two confused souls living in the same roof, same room yet so far. Will they ever be together? ✨ Both were like a closed book. Will they ever try to open up to eachother? Stay tuned with ZÁ¥¥ÁÑ x Á¥€DÁ! Allah Hafiz!

The slave by sador01

Struggles, pain, miserable life, living in the same world but colonized minds, heart... Doing what other people want you to do. that is dependence .with no freedom hence you are in your homeland". all that happens with no real reason ' a word with no humanity and peace" But in the end, we people need to fight and win back what is ours, for freedom, integrity, and our land, peace and live in harmonious life again as well as independent" this story is a story that I created with a heart full of thoughts and dedicating it to the history of African territories how it was colonized, all people who believe in love, respect, freedom, and independence... When we get to know where we were coming from it gave us power to rule the future ".

The Renaissance Book and Oromo Nationalism by Jabesa3605

Justice for Oromo and reparations Deserves for Violations :The Book Analysis and Explores the deepest Persecutions and genocidal Crimes against Oromo People in Ethiopian Empire from Emperor Menelik II to recent years, The Oromo Renaissance Book is an important resource for readers interested in understanding the rich and diverse history, culture and identity of the Oromo people. It provides a comprehensive overview of the Oromo experience, from their pre-colonial origins to the present day, and explores the wide range of issues impacting the Oromo people. From politics, education and health to literature, music and art, this book captures the vibrancy of Oromo culture and provides a unique insight into the challenges and opportunities facing this community today. Through its engaging narrative and impressive illustrations, the Oromo Renaissance Book offers readers a comprehensive introduction to this fascinating and vibrant culture.

𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 by Nystywrites

"𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮... 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄" " Why are you making it difficult for me? Just leave me the fuck alone" Aanya said or more like screamed those words on his face. " Oh, so my Baby does know how to curse. Amusing." He said, with a pained smile plastered on his face. " You..." Her words were sealed between her lips when she found he was standing right infront of him. Their forehead touching each other while their lips just an inch apart. She raised her hands to hit his chest. " I fucking hate you " She whispered the words against his lips while hitting him. Her eyes held unshedded tears and anger flashing through them. He held her hands and put a halt on her actions. His voice turning darker and lethal. " You don't hate me Aanya and you know it and this will be the first and last fucking time these words will slip through your pretty lips. Am I clear?" He warned her while caressing her face while his thumb wiping the tears sliding through her eyes. " Kyu kr rhe hain aap yeh sab ?, Kya hazil kr lenge aap aise? " Her lips were trembling as she muffled a pained sob before her lips. It's been a year since he lost her. Now, he is back to make her his and this time, separation is not a choice he will give her. ************ _______________ #1 india on 11/11/2023 #1 childhoodsweethearts on 11/11/2023 #1 desi on 14/11/2023 ________________

BIRTH Of A VILLAINESS by Mailaxxybooks

COPYRIGHT © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED! How did we go from "My life is empty without you. I know I lack in many ways, and I know you deserve much better, but I can't bare the thought of you with someone else. Believe me Dua, I'll be better, for you. I'll do anything." His eyes pleaded, his voice trembling with desperation. And now "Get lost! You're nothing but a nuisance! An eyesore!" He scowled, the love that warmed his gaze now replaced into something dark and terrifying. *** Out of all my sins and mistakes, Haidar was my favorite and my worst. We began as friends in secondary school only for fate to tear us apart and cruelly reunite us at the university, where our lives took a devastating turn. Everyone on campus warned me to stay away from Haidar. They called him bad news, but I didn't listen, how could I? So I dismissed them as liars, enemies of what I believed was love. A love that shattered me. A love that killed the only genuine person that loved me. Now, evil thoughts crowded my mind, attacking my sanity. With tear blurred eyes, I stared at the heart wrenching letters trembling in my hands. My fingers shook as I tore one open, his familiar cold, ruthless voice echoed in my head as I read. "It's over! As usual have an abortion. Don't cross me. I can ruin you with a flick of my finger. I have everything I need." The bastard didn't just abandoned me but he murdered the girl who once loved him too deeply. How could he strip me off my dignity by ending our years of relationship in the most humiliating way, turning me into a public joke, a campus spectacle. Indeed villains aren't born, they are slowly, painfully and deliberately made by the likes of HAIDAR ISAH. And I'm certain that I will survive this storm but not as the girl he broke but as the nightmare he would beg to wake up from but it will be too late. *** Highest Ranking🏆 #1 in Campus love story on 04-01-25 #1 in Ethiopia on 12-01-25 #2 in Mistreated on 04-01-25 Started 20/12/04 ©

Life Of Becca by DERINDAWODU

A story about what teenagers face in their life,challenges that contradict their religious beliefs and moral standards,and how to overcome them. Obstacles and friends who you have to face.

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His eyes grow heavy, and then, in a voice so low it barely exists, "I want you." I freeze. "Every bit of you. Naked and clothed. Vain and deep. Bratty and unsure. Every piece you have to offer." ----------- He told himself he shouldn't look at her. Shouldn't think about her. Shouldn't want her. But he did. An Egyptian man, raised among women who valued modesty, where faith was unshaken and restraint was second nature. But here, in Nigeria, at one of its most prestigious universities, his convictions wavered. Everything about this place was loud-the voices, the laughter, the confidence. But nothing unsettled him more than her. A Nigerian Woman. The way she dressed. The way she carried herself. The way she met his gaze without fear. He had been taught that women like her were reckless, unrestrained. He had been warned against their kind. Yet, why couldn't he look away? He needed focus. School. Graduation. Home. That was the plan. That was the only path. But distraction had a name. And she was a fire in his veins. Now, he had to choose-duty or desire. -----------------------