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Aesthetic Blasphemy: Hall of Fame!
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A million little things. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Recently on Aesthetic Blasphemy. Aesthetic Blasphemy Book Reviews Feed. Book Review - Ours are the streets. Image: Ours are the streets Book Cover] Imtiaz Raina is a young man, born and brought up in England (Sheffield) by his Pakistani parents. He is a young hu. The joke is on Me. Image: I brough you flours (pun)] There was a pun-joke I came across a couple of days back. I got it today! You know you are a mess when you suddenly star.
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The Most Deserving – Mother | affanaali
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March 27, 2013. The Most Deserving – Mother. Mothers now days are not just simple housewives, they are working equally with men and their duties just not stop, there are responsible to take care of their families at home too. Doctors all over the world claim that is the most critical time for a woman. Her responsibilities does not end here, even after becoming a grandmother, she takes care of her grandchildren so that her own child gets the most out of this world. This entry was tagged #love. 2 thoughts ...
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Life For Rent: Awards
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My First Blog Award! I'm super ecstatic and truly honored to say that I've received my very FIRST blog award! I want give a HUGE thanks to Hamza for giving me this award. It definitely gives you an ego boost and makes you feel appreciated . Thanks again so much Hamza, you rock! Of " Life For Rent. 8220;Every time I read his blog I feel genuineness and the real feeling behind his words. He totally deserves this award. Kudos. ’’. I also have to thank the Within My World. This was a big surprise!
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Men Out There | affanaali
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May 17, 2014. Out there in a dark, quiet mysterious night. Hidden in the grass, covered with mud. Six feet tall, a handsome looking guy. He is not terrified by the thundering clouds. He is not taken back by the scary sea. He doesn’t show a sign of threat. He is not fearful of thunder or storm. He is there in dawn or dusk. He stays still even if it rains or hail. He is not bothered of getting sick. Is he not afraid of all the things around? A single bullet can kill him, if he is found. Thank you so much.
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Last Page from a Martyr’s Diary | affanaali
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May 13, 2014. Last Page from a Martyr’s Diary. She ran to the door as the bell rang. A man in uniform, with an envelope in his hand. He saluted her with the entire honor. Handed her the envelope and sat in the corner. She looked as if her wounds have healed. Ran to the kitchen to get it pealed. The letter was stained, with blood and sand. Opening the letter with trembling hand. Smell was clear of gun smoke. As she read the words he wrote. It was from her love in a far off land. May 13, 2014 at 7:00 am.
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Hidden Secrets | affanaali
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May 10, 2014. Struggle to find the meanings in the world, we all live. We try, try, and try but still wonder where it may lead. Unasked remain the questions with the fear of rejection. The answers to which are hidden deep inside our mind. Hidden inside our soul, the life we try to live. Hidden in our lives are stories left untold. This is because we never let them flown. But before they ruin let them be known. Release those untold secrets; let your mind free. The memories will fade; and fade forever.
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January 2, 2015. Last Page from a Martyr’s Diary. She ran to the door as the bell rang. A man in uniform, with an envelope in his hand. He saluted her with the entire honor. Handed her the envelope and sat in the corner. She looked as if her wounds have healed. Ran to the kitchen to get it pealed. The letter was stained, with blood and sand. Opening the letter with trembling hand. Smell was clear of gun smoke. As she read the words he wrote. It was from her love in a far off land. May 17, 2014. Wife, chi...
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The Most Deserving – Mother | affanaali
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May 11, 2014. The Most Deserving – Mother. Mother, Mom, Mommy, Maa, Amma, Ammi, Ummi all these refer to one and one person in our lives and i.e. our mothers. Starting from the day when you are announced to born she is the one person who takes all the hardships to bear you, all this does not offer her a vacation from her routine duties instead this. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public).
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Last Page from a Martyr’s Diary | affanaali
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January 2, 2015. Last Page from a Martyr’s Diary. She ran to the door as the bell rang. A man in uniform, with an envelope in his hand. He saluted her with the entire honor. Handed her the envelope and sat in the corner. She looked as if her wounds have healed. Ran to the kitchen to get it pealed. The letter was stained, with blood and sand. Opening the letter with trembling hand. Smell was clear of gun smoke. As she read the words he wrote. It was from her love in a far off land. Enter your comment here.
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Thank you for being there | affanaali
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May 11, 2014. Thank you for being there. You were there when i opened my eye. You were there when i wanted to cry. You had a smile when i took my first step. You were there when i needed the help. You were there when i didn’t know how to eat. You were there to wash my dirty feet. You were there when i was flat. You were the one who made me glad. You always showed me what is right. My every success was always your pride. MoM i dont have words to say it to you. Just want to say i live you too.
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