Ranjit Singh
My daughter is my life
NEWSOLO
Beautiful Queen of Africa
It all about the natural beauty through this picture you can see the black gold of africa we only mine them with the help of our camera
RahmanBest
Ancient Egyptian statues history pictures
Ancient Giptian Sattues History Pictures That Still Make History Today
Billy226
birthday cake
very good festive moments with the children and the family
ゲスト
Childhood friend
Two kids start a beautiful pure love in there childhood
Ricco1517
Origin Of Colours and Patterns.
The event that display the Origin of Colours,Fact and Significance.
The Untold Stories
There are so many things happening in our life which we are not able to tell anyone. Some makes us cry others can make us laugh. Here I am trying to give words to my untold stories.
Asirissck
Little hearts
Most sensitive little hearts
Housco
Picture
Love you
sonship
Life Was Not Supposed To Die
How can a fish sink?
SUPPORT WORLD 🌎🌎 Donetion
Sant Kabir
1440, Varanasi, Jaunpur, IndiaKabir, (Arabic: “Great”) (born 1440, Varanasi, Jaunpur, India—died 1518, Maghar), iconoclastic Indian poet-saint revered by Hindus, Muslims, and Sikhs.
Fabulous
Art
Art is a universal language and like they say music is art
Liyatura
5_Emotional Short Stories That Will Make You Cry Instantly
1_The Hardest Bullets 2_The Kiss 3_Lesson For Everyone 4_The Sweeter Apple 5_Without Your Love, I would Die
Felikz
SHORT STORIES
LAUGH OO Back in secondary school , I was very poor in maths. During exams, I’d get between 2% and 8% . The results used to be announced sequentially, that is from the lowest to the highest marks. So I would always be the first or second to be called out and flogged. One day, the maths results were announced and my name wasn’t among the first to be called out. The teacher got to 30%, 40%, 50%, 60% and 70%, still my paper had not been called out. Everyone in the class kept looking at me asking, “
Fatema
Childhood
This is the golden time of life in childhood.Its so mesmerising when we are free from all tensions for future.I love my childhood.
Salka park
Stories
Hi. I'm a storywriter Who wants to read one of the stories
Valid9
Old dairies
akBright
Zion
This is Zion, Wizkid Son.
Mahi
The game of destine
Reality depends on destine
Tears
HEARTBREAKS WITH AGE
Tell me you've not been hurt before and I'll have hope in humanity! The older we get the more vulnerable we become because we think our experiences have made us handle relationships better...the past made us stronger...deceits more clear...forgiveness more obvious....the uncertainities predictable....our love certainly decisional and mostly WE BECOME LIBERAL. As I sit right here almost 2am in the night Kenyan time I am filled with tears. Because aging has not protected my heart from being broken. Dating and experience has not made me immune to emotions. Compromise has not provided me with my soulmate. Tears run down my cheeks because I am no longer a child but a mature lady crushed in my vulnerabilities. Love has no school, heartbreaks have no degrees. The older I get the more I fear to love unconditionally and whole heartedly and miss out on true happiness. I am still crying because the world cannot save me from myself and I cannot tell who to give these broken pieces anew.