Baskadia

Sunset

Beuty of Kashmir.

Lake zilzal in jehlam valley muzaffarabad azad jamu and Kashmir is best place for tourists.kashmir is heaven on earth.

cloud

sea of clouds

You shouldn't judge someone easily

David and Juliet were beautiful friends living together. At some point, David traveled to another state for a better job. After some years, he came back for his girlfriend Julie. He met her with another man in her home. David never asked who the man was but concluded that his girlfriend was cheating on him. Juliet tried to explain, but he didn't give her any attention or listen. "Please, listen to me," she pleaded, but David left the relationship.

Nature

Our physical world, respect and explore, Where water meets land; a beautiful shore. Mountains we conquer, look down in awe, If you're an artist, make sure you draw. Nature exciting, adventurously new, Much more to see, than a sky that is blue. It offers so much, open your eyes, Hope of today, with every sunrise. Nature shall feed, body and soul, Some call it home, others a hole. Memories are nurtured, when nature reveals, Sharing its pleasures, amazing it feels.

History

First Morning After Sweden Changed From Driving On The Left Side To Driving On The Right, 1967

Christmas Santa Had

Twas the night before Christmas and Santa had sent an early present to get the whole family in the festive mood. Great for little and big kids alike, make the most of the festive season by filling a Christmas Eve box for your tot.

FREEDOM+KINGDOM

#CAPTION #THIS #YOURSELF Someone said life is a GAME. Another said it's a journey to FAME. Dunno how you see it, but Life is more than a NAME. It's as if my life is TUMBLING. Don't know what to do, I keep STRUGGLING. I asked men for help yet they keep FUMBLING. I entered into DEFRAUDING I became unpredictable and began SINNING. I went to my pastor, he says I should keep PRAYING As if, if he tells me the truth I would stop TITHING He knew the truth about me yet he kept REFERRING me to one Jesus.

Donation for sindhi homeless people 🙏

Give a hand

The Devastating Legacy of the Atomic Bombings on Japan: Examining the Ethics of Nuclear Warfare

The atomic bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki were carried out by the United States during the final stages of World War II in 1945. The bombings resulted in unprecedented destruction and killed an estimated 140,000 people in Hiroshima and 70,000 people in Nagasaki. The bombings had a profound impact on Japanese society.The ethics of using nuclear weapons in warfare continue to be debated to this day, and the legacy of the bombings remains a contentious issue in international relations.

The Soul .

the foe and friend of a soul is the soul itself .

BLACK EXCELLENCE: TUPAC AMARU SHAKUR A TYPICAL EXAMPE STORY BY: UDOH ERIKAN GERSHOM

Describing the life of Tupac Amaru Shakur the voice of the Blacks

Love

A man who say sorry when he wrong is call (honest) A man who say sorry when he is right it call (care) And a man who say sorry even when he knows he's right is call(husband)

Game lovers

For my online Game's lover's

WISDOM

Wisdom is the ability to make sound judgments, show discernment, and apply knowledge and experience to navigate complex situations and challenges in life. It often involves a deep understanding of human nature, ethical considerations, and the long-term consequences of actions. A wise person can solve a dilemma situation through a combination of critical thinking, empathy, and ethical consideration. Here are ten examples of how they might approach different scenarios: Personal vs. Professional: W

NO UNITY.

This poem is about how the world powers are trying to unit nations as one while this nations are of different opinions. This is leading to more problems.

YOUR LOVE IS SWEET AND ADDICTIVE

This poem is about a freely loving lover that shows all love. The loved one has felt the love and confirms that it is sweet and addictive. Enjoy reading the poem.

Damages

i laugh with people who don't know The damage they create in me Cuts of Infinity and deep Wounded open flesh. Ice cold shattered heart Makes painful art Art of a thousand scattered stars To wounded scars. Dry cold laughter's and smiles Yet wet, bloodshot eyes With an oozing heart Stone cold shriveled conscious. Still standing finding fake peace Trying to take things at ease To silence all my demons And stop talking to these voices in my head.

Growing old

What is it to grow old? Is it to lose the glory of the form, The lustre of the eye? Is it for beauty to forgo her wreath? —Yes, but not this alone.

Choices

Appreciate choices💖😊💖