Jatismara : A Mysterious Saga Of Rebirth
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  • Reads 848
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  • Parts 5
  • Time 15m
Ongoing, First published Jul 18, 2021
Ancient writer Plutarch told that Cleopatra VII was "the shame of Egypt "! 
She used 100% of her figure and beauty in her life. She was a clever politician who did many tricks to save Egypt from outsiders. Her "irresistible charm " made her so much desirable.

Cleopatra is often viewed as a lustful Egyptian ruler who married her brothers for the shake of the tradition of Ptolemy dynasty. Later, she used her charms to manipulate Rome's two powerful generals, Julius Caesar and Mark Antony. For 
 her people, she was hero. 

She is Queen Cleopatra, A pharaoh of Ancient Egypt. What about the 'woman ' Cleopatra?  She  is dead under the weight of the glittering politics, diplomacy and royal events. The tears of this defeated Egyptian goddess have quietly merged into the depths of the Nile.
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