داستان بلندِ : عاشق شو♡ با محتوایی متفاوت از رمانهای زرد اینترنتی☺️ سه فصل دلربا کتابِ #دیجیتالی 💥حق نشر، محفوظ : یعنی اجازه کپی و یا فوروارد کتاب را نداریم💥 درخواست کتاب: @ghods313

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عکس باز شود جبهه نرم، یار می‌طلبد! : یک. آموزش داستان نویسی دو. بازیگری حضوری #اصفهان 📲 @alamdaar_7

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طنز انتخاباتی😂 شبیه این ایده اگه دارین بگین تا بسازیمش از هرکی اهل ذوق و ایده هم هست بپرسین و بما بگین... البته زیاد فرصت نیست؛ تا ۳اسفند اسفند @ghods313

A mission on Earth There was a fight between me and Shmuel over his name. Israfil came forward, took both of our ears and pressed them. He said: Didn't I say that God does not like gossip? I got up on my knees: Well, brother, tell me which one is right so that the fight ends! Israfil went to the cloud platform and bent down. Imitating Israfil, I pulled Shmuel's ear, who was staring at him. Akhi started talking. I lost my balance and fell on my back laughing. Esrafil said: Hey friends, the earth is worried. I stopped laughing. I threw Shmuel back and quickly went to the side of the platform. He was right, the ground was shaking. The clouds were getting tighter. I said quietly: How hard is it? Shmuel answered instead of Esrafil: It is not understandable for us, really... How do we understand the state of the earth? Israfil went back. He pulled his trumpet out of a cloud. He said to us: "its fear for Maryam is like the fear of the Day of Judgment." I looked at him with round eyes. I asked: Why? Instead of answering, he pointed to the platform: Look... yourself. I obediently turned back. I bent down to see the ground. A large piece of ice jumped down from the corner of the sky. Shmuel came to ask: What was it? But before he asked the question, the answer was formed in our mind: "the water was from an underground spring" With the pointing of my finger, the clouds moved away and the ground became clearer. Maryam was sitting next to a dry palm tree under the scorching eastern sun. Shmuel pushed aside another cloud, but nothing more was found. He turned back: Israfil! Nothing can be found here. can we go down?? Israfil looked at us. We oppressed our faces. In our minds, he could see the wave of curiosity, but it was out of place for this feeling, and he allowed it only for one thing: go and greet her. It is God's command. Sprinkle this on the palm, and sprinkle this on the ground under Mary's feet. We took the two rays of the sun from his hands and flew towards the east with our wings. Shmuel landed on the palm and I landed at Maryam's feet. An angel like humen smiled at me in Mary's arms!. I went forward and kissed his little foot. Something dripped on my face. I raised my head. It was Maryam's tears. The child was also looking at Maryam. I said: Maryam's tears should not fall. And at the same time I sunk the ray into the ground. The ice lantern of the sky melted and boiled in the heart of the earth. The child turned to Maryam and said: Don't worry, your Lord has made you happy. * Maryam's colorless lips smiled. She bent down to drink water from the fountain when I put my palm in the water and put it on her lips. her cheeks turned pink. The child said: May your eyes be bright! exactly Maryam's face shone. Shmuel hit the tree with the ray. Maryam leaned against the tree. The child said: Shake the palm branch. * Maryam reached out and took a branch. her hand was limp. The branch shook, the tree shook, the dry dates were blowing and growing big. They threw some of their seeds on my wing. I raised my palm and poured them into Maryam's lap. Maryam's smile was still lifeless, she put the date in her mouth. freshness did not return to her life, yet. Shmuel asked from above: Hanil! What will the child's name be? Christ or Jesus? I laughed: It's strange, but I have to say, I don't know! Maryam got up. I grabbed her shoulders and took her to the monastery in a fraction of a second. I was looking at the child, the light was shining on his face and he was playing with the cloth around him. The fabric was the continuation of Maryam's scarf. I put my wing on his delicate feet. I wanted him to play with my wings! Shmuel walked behind Maryam's head. The child looked at him and laughed. His eyes were brown. Shmuel asked: Brown? Where else did you learn this?

I tilted my head: I don't know! And immediately I added with a raised neck: Don't read my mind! Shmuel's hand reached out to pull my hair, but it stayed in the air due to the sound of a terrible noise. I looked behind. A strange crowd was approaching us. I asked: Shmuel, what are these? He stood next to me: Didn't the Nesnas generation become extinct a long time ago? I said: Yes, maybe before you and I were born! He wrapped his hand around me: Don't be afraid, I'm by your side. I looked at him: fear? Maryam's face caught my eye. her face was pale. She took her eyes from the unknown crowd and stared at the child. Shmuel said in my ear: Oh Hanil! Don't say so much, child, child! What's his name?! I hit his side: Iiii doooon't knoooow! Maryam does not call him so that I can understand the name. I looked at Maryam again. she did not speak. Unintelligible sounds were coming from those strangers. Maryam pointed out. Shmuel said: She is pointing to the child! I said: I am seeing! He asked: So why? What are they asking? I remembered that Esrafil once said: Angels are made of light. There is no evil in them. Facing the crowd, I said to Shmuel: Maybe they are saying bad things that we can not understand, but Maryam does. Shmuel quickly said in Maryam's ear: What are they saying that you are pale, Mother of Jesus? Maryam looked at him. Not with her words that we read from her eyes: they beat me. They ask from my child... from which father he is... . My blue color turned red. I said with sadness: Well, answer! Maryam shook her head: I can't talk... Shmuel wrapped his wings around her: Don't worry, Maryam. God has commanded silence in your tumb. Israfil's voice rang in my ears: Did you taste a bit of Maryam's anxiety? I raised my head to the sky and answered: I understood the reason for the shaking of the earth... . This time, the sky trembled and a gentle voice echoed in my soul: "definitely I am Abdullah (a servant of God) who gave me the book and made me a prophet." I lowered my head. Was the voice from the child?! For a universal angel like us, who did not ask! Shmuel laughed: Abdullah... Abdullah continued with his soft and strange voice: "And He hath made me blessed wheresoever I be, and hath enjoined on me Prayer and Charity as long as I live, and to be kind to my mother, and not overbearing or miserable" Something dripped from my eye. It was tears! Shmuel was laughing and I was crying. I didn't see those people anymore. Not just because of the teardrops, but because they were blowing away like smoke in my eyes. Abdullah continued: "So peace is on me the day I was born, the day that I die, and the day that I shall be raised up to life again." Shmuel kissed Maryam's shoulder. And I did on Abdullah's feet. Gabriel's melodious and awesome voice filled the sky: such was Jesus the son of Mary; a statement of truth, about which they [vainly] dispute. 〰〰〰〰〰 Angel Hanil: An angel who has feminine tenderness and comes to mothers during pregnancy. Angel Shmuel: An angel who is the agent of alleviating people's worries. Gabriel: God's great angel who is in charge of delivering revelation to the prophets. Israfil: The divine angel who announces the end of the world and the beginning of the doomsday(day of Judgment)

#فراخوان مهم توی اصلاح ترجمه زبان انگلیسی یک کار مهدوی کمک میخوایم هرکسی دانشجوی رشته ترجمه هست پیام بده: @alamdaar_7 خیلی فوری تا ۱۴فروردین

اصلاحیه شما هم اگه جایی دیدین حتما تذکر بدین رفقای قلم‌بدست این زکات علم شماست حالا چه تغییر بدن چه ندن وظیفه ما: با زبان خوب تذکر دادن

سلام رفقای جامعی! داشتم کتابی رو میخوندم به اسم: مرا پیدا کن خاطرات یه خانم دکتر روانشناس و مشاور هست. توش از یه آدمی گفته که به اختلال شخصیت دچار شده. کاری ندارم که روانشناسای مغز پیچونده‌ی غربی، همه آدما رو یه جوری مریض و روانی تلقی میکنند!!، حرفم اینه: اختلال شخصیت یا هر نوع بیماری دیگه ای، یه ریشه ای داره و این ریشه ۹۰ درصد به دوران کودکی و نوجوانیِ ماها برمیگرده. و حساسیت این دوران رو توی تربیت و رشد نسل‌ها نشون میده. و آموزش و مدیریتی محکم و علمی میطلبه. اونم با عقاید صحیح اسلامی نه فتنه های پوچ غربی... .! و برای همین ما تاکید داریم والدین تحت مشاوره‌ی ما قرار بگیرن تا بمدد الهی و با تنظیم سبک زندگیشون، محیط سالمی رو برای تربیت فرزندانشون ایجاد کنیم. پس خواهشا موکدا میگم که وقت رو غنیمت بشمرید و یاعلی: @ghods313