"This blog is dedicated to White Helmets of Syria (as they have been known by many all around the world)"

Perhaps all of you are familiar with the catastrophic news coming daily from my country "Syria".. But among all of this mess and tragedies, maybe only some of you have known about the group named "White Helmets of Syria". This group has chosen to work voluntarily as the civil defense in the time of lacking all possibilities to save the lives of civilians who are falling every day by the atroc

A few kids were coming from nursery, suddenly a dog ran towards them. All started crying expect one. He climbed a tree and saved himself from the dog. A old shop owner was watching all these and told others that he is the only one born by normal delivery all others by Cesarean(c session). The old shop owner may not be right same time it makes sense.

Same way, kids before birth itself start listening mothers talk and enjoying the movement of the mother. Movement of mother is a music for kid inside

Hey, look on this guy, he is cool,
He never wanted be like a fool.
He called himself as a punk,
he said things like love are just junk.

In love he would never believe,
that wasn't a goal to achieve.
No girl ever had gotten his heart,
to be tough was for him as an art,
 
Then he felt the kiss of someone.
First he thought about using a gun.
It was just his nose what she kissed,
but he felt he can never resist.

He felt how his brain was in fire
and how much his heart feels desire.
Her kiss gave his both eyes a gl

Yes, some words seem to be so hard to memorize - you may even wonder who on earth has created such a word or why they needed to create such a word. 

It may help if you know the 'root' in a word, for example, it may help you memorize the word 'vocabulary' if you know the root 'vocabul' means 'word'. A lot of 'word roots' are Greek or Latin originated, which may seem alien or unfamiliar to you. 

It may be so helpful if you can pronounce the word correctly. The most effective way, though, may be 'rep

My dear learners, dear friends, I do hope it will be the last intermediate test so that we could move off this dead point. I have explained almost all about the tenses, the voices and many other moments and if you read my explanations attentively, you shouldn't fail in this test. As usual, most of the mistakes are the tenses, the voices, the articles and the prepositions. However, this time I have added some new "mistakes" as I was asked to explain them. So, in these sentences, you can also chan

Hindi Chutkule is a name of humor or Fun, this type is Jokes is like small Jokes it’s two or Three line Sms it’s on two person Discusses that we create fun. Chutkule is also know as Hindi Jokes, Sardar Jokes, Santa Banta jokes or Funny Sms. Some time Chutkule on Sardar In this type of Sms the sardar is show as idiot and they don’t have Basic idea. Hindi Chutkule sardar And Santa Banta is very Popular amazing Funny Jokes in Hindi. We have a hug collection of Hindi Chutkule. and we hope you like t

Last Dance

It was cold Friday's night. Like every week she was in a hurry to open the creaky door of the old, desolate house situated in the suburb. She sneaked inside, rushed to the first floor and found herself in a spacious room looking like a dancing hall. She felt excitement, desire to take on her noble, red dress, to play the old gramophone...and to start dancing slowly with ease like a floating angel in the sky. Suddenly nothing existed, just her moving body and passion for the dancing wer

It should be the best and most exciting day in her entire life.

Dressed up with a blood-red wedding dress, white roses decorating the skirt of her dress. She wears a red band in the hair and her feet stuck in red high heels.

How beautiful her white skin fits the red dress, her skinny arms are like porcelain.

She wants to be the most beautiful bride to him, she wants to seduce him with her appearance and her fragrance, the fragrance of her young virgin skin. She is very excited and she tries to ima

And the sun is setting sails towards the horizon, pulling along two garments; of fading light and overwhelming darkness.

Dear My first Angel :
I want to thank You for what you have already done.
I am not going to wait until I see results or receive rewards;
I am thanking you right now.
I am not going to wait until I feel better or things look better;
I am thanking you right now.
I am not going to wait until people say they are sorry or until they stop talking about me;
I am thanking you right now.
I am not going to wait until the pain in my body disappears ;
I am thanking you right now.
I am not going to wai

Mirror Face

I choose picture number 3 because it has no story yet^^ 

There was two lovers sitting on the hill, shoulder by shoulder, their heads leaned to each others. They were enjoying the view from there with the silence that could be understood only by them.

“Why do you love me?” asked the boy.

The girl chuckled, her man never got tired of this. Playing doubt and asking silly question, she knew after answered this, she would ask the same question, because that’s the rule of this game.

It took her

It was written by me long ago and translated recently. Special thanks to AG and ELF-Noor for encouraging me:)

Paint a canvas for me, make it bright,

Make it cheerful, make it lively.

Paint a canvas for me to revive

All those dead dreams, unfulfilled desires.

Add some sun in your paints, don't be grudge,

Add some sun - let it dry all the tears.

In that picture, you paint the eyes

Of my friends, those who were and who are a

When I was a little girl  ,I knew the lipstick belong to women.Of course no man use a lipstick.Lipstick is  one of women’s private belongs.

I recognized actually  I am a girl not  a boy at that time I stood in front of a mirror lipstick my mouth.The first time I had the deep  expression of a profile as a girl. Although human beings  told many times I am a girl and I was  different from the little boy next door whom I  always play games  with. That boy do not like the lipstick nor interested in it

Today, we use technologies in almost every area of our lives because they make it easier and quicker to achieve our goals. Studying is not an exception to this rule. The technology has been used in learning for a few decades now because of the unprecedented opportunities provided by the use of computers and other intelligent machines. For many professions, the technology skills have become an essential condition for success and competitive advantage on the labor market because they enhance the p

My story behind these walls started in the middle of June 2005. Eleven years, 7 months, and 10 days passed before this day. And now.. we reached to the end of the story..

I gave my two daughters sleeping pills so that they could not feel anything.. I put them in their beds, closed the curtains not to let the sunlight annoy their sleep, and turned off the lights.. 

Weather was so fresh and cool that I could feel the very cool breezes touching my skin and giving me heavenly feelings. 

I roamed the ro

ABDUCTED WIFE

Dear Everyone,

When I saw her, I felt in love with her, I don’t know if this was right but I want her to be on my side.  

She was the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen and I want her to be my queen. Her mother was the goddess of harvest and agriculture the reason why her beauty was always in bloom.

But I did something, which I don’t know if it was right or wrong; I abduct the girl and hide her on my home. Her mother became sad and harvest became bad.

When my brother heard about what I di

Killed Angel

He always considered himself a tough, devoted punker, who did his best to suppress own emotions, not to look weak nor hurt. His ego was something he was proud of and his antisocial attitude made him cold and sort of far away from the reality. The only positive thing about him was his humorous and cool side and that's why some weirdos of the same blood group liked him.
However, things around us are and always were unpredictable, so even people like him deserve to be happy. One day in

Writing Challenge: My Story Behind the Picture

• Posted by Luci

Desire

She was in my arm and we both were dancing, floating all over the dancing floor. There was no one but us. Me and her.  Her long red silky frock was flurrying with the swings of our movements, exposing her exposed beauty even more.  I was letting myself burned in the sweet heat of her charm making me draw her close. When I took a long swing holding her in my arm, I saw a reflection of me in one of the large mirrors hanging on the w