"So, you've finally caught up, huh? It took you agents quite a while. As for your 'kings and queens,' they're probably too busy lounging in their opulence to care about the real struggles of the people," she scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain. The agent tightened his grip on the weapon, a glint of irritation in his eyes. "Watch your tongue! You're in no position to provoke. We're here to deliver justice, whether you like it or not." The woman, undeterred, maintained her defiant stance, shielding her family with the strength born out of desperation. Her eyes glared at the agent, a fire of defiance burning within her. "Justice? You're just puppets dancing to the tune of those in power. You won't find justice, only oppression," she retorted with a steely resolve. Her mind raced, searching for any opportunity to shield her family from the looming threat. The agent, unmoved by her words, signaled to his comrades, tightening the grip on his weapon. "Enough talk. Your rebellion ends here." The atmosphere grew tense as the woman braced herself, ready to face whatever unjust fate awaited her. The lead agent's voice reverberated through the room, a stern declaration of charges that hung heavily in the air. "Ezzah Edison, you are under arrest for plotting and leading a rebellion against the government, a treasonous act that undermines the very fabric of our society. Your involvement in initiating a conspiracy against the I-Landers, spreading false rumors, engaging in hate speech, and attempting murder can no longer go unpunished. Surrender yourself voluntarily, and justice will follow. Refuse, and we will use force to uphold the law."The weight of the accusations pressed on Ezzah like an unrelenting force, but her eyes never wavered.With a defiant gaze, Ezzah stood tall despite the circumstances. "Arrest me if you must, but know that the rebellion will not cease with my capture. You can imprison my body, but the spirit of resistance will endure," she declared, her words cutting through the tense atmosphere. The children, wide-eyed and terrified, clung to each other, absorbing the gravity of the situation. The lead agent, unmoved by her rhetoric, motioned for his team to secure Ezzah. The room became a battleground of wills, a clash between the enforcers of authority and a woman determined to defy the chains of oppression. As they approached her, she couldn't help but notice the trembling hands of her children and the anguished expression on her husband's face. Ezzah Edison, once a pillar of strength in her community, now faced the harsh reality of the consequences of her actions. The intruders closed in, their movements deliberate and unyielding. The sound of metal restraints echoed in the room as they prepared to take her into custody. In that moment, Ezzah glanced at her family, finding solace in their eyes despite the fear. She whispered words of reassurance to her children, promising that the fight for justice would endure. As the agents restrained her, she cast one last defiant look at the lead agent, a silent vow echoing through the room. "Fear not, my cherished ones. Fear not, my beloveds. In the shadow of adversity, the robin and swan shall stand guard over the sanctuary of our souls," Ezzah whispered tenderly, her voice carrying the weight of a mother's unwavering love and a rebel's undying spirit. The arrest unfolded like a somber dance, a struggle between an individual's quest for freedom and a system determined to maintain control. The children, now forcibly separated from their mother, clung to the remnants of familiarity, their world forever altered by the intrusion of authority. The room fell into a heavy silence, punctuated only by the distant sounds of the bustling village outside—a stark contrast to the turmoil within the Edison household. "As I tread the path to trial, know this – I am the embodiment of truth, and you stand on the wrong side of history. The grim reaper may soon beckon, but the flames within my spirit shall endure. Fire, my friends, cannot be extinguished with more fire," Ezzah declared with a serene yet resolute demeanor, leaving the gathered villagers with a lingering sense of defiance.
Miami based music artist Chief Flame, who's an affiliate of Kodak Black was seen on Florida World Star today after he allegedly bought his new female artist an $8 thousand dollar GOLD GRILL. Fans are now saying that she's more than just his artist.😂
I used to have a friend who was from another country. I had never seen him in person but, I think, we used to be good friends. I learnt many from him and he always gave me good advice. Because of my marriage I had to delete my facebook account and we are not friends anymore. Now my only friend and adviser is my husband. Alloh never leaves us alone! Allah knows better what is good or bad for us! Don't care and take everything easy! Live your best life!
Chopsuey version NAMBER TU Alas 8:19 na ning bengi- Dininan ku lang dice-dice a carrot.. Ampong sayoti, -reng adwa ming seseng malasian box turtles. Pengan da naman- Siyempre, Omnivorous la reng pau. Nanu-nanu na ing pepakan ku karela- Pindang damulag.. Strawberry.. pindang babi, manuk- miyaliwa-liwang style a lutu. Asan danum- -Sagiwa, miyaliwa-liwang style a lutu. Asan dagat- -Sagiwa, miyaliwa-liwang style a lutu. GULE- MIYALIWA-LIWANG KASI- NATIVE AMPOPANGIMPORTED, ORGANIC AMPOPANG GMO. PRUTAS- MIYALIWA-LIWANG MU RING KASI- NATIVE AMPOPANG IMPORTED, ORGANIC AMPOPANG GMO. Insektu- Kamaru, Ipas, Kuremut.. AMPOPANG NANU-NANU PANG KLASING INSEKTUNG AKAKALAP KU KILWAL- BABAGWA, SALAGINTU, LAIPAN, TREN-TRENAN.. DURUN, TULANG... APOPANG NANU-NANU PA. POST –ALMUSAL /BRUNCH Talibatab Chronicles No. 070719-10:01am Makabawu kung manyaman a asan danum- Pipritung bangus. A pakabalut king cornstarch. Ala na kung pakialam nung nukarin ya pa menibat… Ala na kung pakialam nun nukarin ya plasdan meragul. Ing balu ku namu ngeni- Paratang ne.. Saktu- Daratang ne ing danup ku. Saktu- Ikwa ku ring mipawas a normal. Saktu- Penamdaman ke ing pagal katawan. Saktu- Aliwang pamangan naman. 10:27AM …Asne kanyaman ing pritung iki- Iki na ning bangus Dapot- ..mebitin ku rugu, Atin ya pang daya libutad. Uyta- Pepagbalikan ke king kawali. Bangkanta ma-tusta ya. 10:52am Lugud ng Kumander + Tustadung iki ampopang atchan ning bangus + 2 kutcharitang Aslam [Rose cane vinegar] + 1 malutung lara + .5 kutcharitang gisang baguk+ 1 tasang Nasi+ = Manyaman dapot makasuyang bagya Manyaman/Makasuyang bagya + Lugud ng Kumander (2) + 2 pritung ebun+ 1 kamatis + =Manyaman… Milako na ing suya.. Ayos! Soya! 2:09 ning gatpanapun Kapitulu 1 Ing pusang malarit Tantya ku, Atin ng milabas anam a bulan, Ating pusang babaing makulit, Balang maglutu ku- Tanud-tanud ya keng kilwal pasbul, Manyad yang pamangan. Eke man sikasu anyang mumuna, Uning balu ku nung pakanan ke- Lumo ya, Ampopang pota ene mako- A-ugalian na na kasing tatakla- ….ampong mimimi keng arap ning kweba mi- anyang kapitna ya pa maka simentu. Melunus ku murin bandang tauli- Aaahhh… Ampopang … In tutu nita sasawa naku keng lulutu ku, Nung ala yu I kumander… Ating tagan-tagan. Tutu pala ing kesabyan da reng mangatwa- Na makasawa mu rin ing lutu na ning metung a tau. Aliwa ku kasu- Sinawa ku keng sarili kung lutu. Uyta.. Keng malaguang amanu- papakanan ku ne mu rin. Panaka-naka… Papatad-patad.. Eke buring lumo. Mumuna- Tagan-tagan mu dapot, Anyang kelambatan- Didinan ku ne mu rin bayung pamangan. Kapitulu II Mumunang buktut na ning malarit a pusa.
Talibatab chronicles NO. 06072019 01:57pm Chopsuey version NAMBER ZIRO DICE-DICE A CARROT… Ampopang sayoti… …CHINESE PECHAY, AMPOPANG SAMPAGANG “CAULIFLOWER”. ATIN YANG muring MARAKAL A PAYUNG-PAYUNGAn, ASNA KANYAMAN . Meng-gisa- Metipid mu… Siguru (?) king bawang… Ampopa king sibuyas. Mate la man ngan ding siping kung bale, Ala ku mang abawung megisang gule. Dapot manyaman, Malyari na. Map king ala kung paugtuan.. Kanan. Osimap.. Kayantabe ke I mang Miguel, Mamangan.. Ampopang miminum. Me-kumpletu ne ing kapitnang aldo
Akash Goswami known as Mr Noakhali. He is a Bangladeshi artist, actor, youtuber, influencer & an entrepreneur. He created some music. He acted in a tv series which name is "Baba Thake bashay 2" His youtube channel Mr Noakhali completed 100k subscribers & His channel got verification badge.
“Chapel of Glass: Lace and Architecture Anthony Chapel 1 of 4”Garvan Gardens, Hot Springs, AR This was from two years ago when I was at Garvan Gardens in the spring. It is hard to believe that was two years ago and a lifetime away from Covid. The black and white on this is really tricky on these with 1) so much light, 2) so much wood that without a lot of fiddling around on Lightroom it would look to bleached to be interesting, and 3) so much hidden depth in the wood to try to capture.
We will talk about Ahmad Ali Molania jelodar He was born in 1985 And in Iran, Mazandaran, Babol and the city of Gotab He started kung fu at the age of 18 And from the age of 22 he has continued this martial art of kickboxing professionally until he has won more than 13 championships in Iran from the age of 25 to the age of 30. In total, he was a writer and wrote articles in several weekly magazines and monthly magazines in Iran. The number of his articles in 4 years was 330. Ahmed Ali is an expert in metaphysics and in 2020 he was the most powerful metaphysical martial artist in the world who has never been found like him in history. He is currently an IT Engineering Expert and a Master of Industrial Engineering And has 3 companies in Iran, the largest of which is Info Universe Which is an IT company with special services.
I am staring at the Van Gogh Picture as the dawn breaks in a sleepy little university town called Shantiniketan. After being holed up for months at home due to the COVID-19 pandemic (and immunocompromised family members), I feel like I can breathe again. I experience a rather unfamiliar sound at midnight- the sound of a barking deer. The house I am staying in has a haunted tale of its own. Many years ago, Maloti, an accomplished dancer and academic, died by suicide here. The neighbours attribute it to a lovers' tiff. Out of curiosity, a fifteen year old me delved into research about this mythical and mysterious Maloti. Maloti was as beautiful as she was sophisticated, with razor- sharp wit. She cared very little for social niceties and turned heads, wherever she went. "She was a true artist", said one of her uncles when I met him. " A true artist misunderstood by the world." Those words left quite an impression on me- a young person chasing their own dreams. Unlike Maloti, I wasn't an accomplished artist- but a young person that harboured those dreams. Even daring to articulate those dreams would be met with ridicule, and sneery value judgements. Wanting to prove myself and ultimately being burdened with the weight of other people's expectations, trying to be true to myself and authentic and being cut short by people in positions of power. Wanting to break away and experience freedoms but knowing that fending for myself would involve taking the already trodden path. I had already experienced the disdain that artists were met with. I read of freedoms in books and watched it in movies, but I wondered if a life like that would be possible for me. Sunflowers fascinate me. The reason they do is because wherever the sun moves, the sunflower turns its head to face the sun. In the biting cold, it is hard to think of sunflower fields. The first time I took comfort in looking at bits of a sunflower was when I chanced upon Ai Wei Wei's Sunflower Seeds at Tate Modern Art Gallery in London. I was then a 21 year old university student, with barely any money, and big dreams. The art installation was a commentary on the mass production of Chinese goods and how they were subsequently sent to western countries. Each sunflower seed was crafted with porcelain and the feeling evoked by witnessing and experiencing that piece of art was understanding that artists could pour their frustrations and political thoughts into their work. That their art indeed was, political. I realised that my writing and my own art could become a tool through which I could shake off my own oppressions- being a woman, being a person of colour, being a young person whose work and words were not taken seriously, an individual who had no wishes to conform but was forced to do so, being reminded again and again through paperwork and through legislation that if I did not toe the line, if I wanted more for myself than was acceptable by my surroundings and my current context, the situation for me would prove to be dire. I sought my own experiences and my own joys from the world. What books could not teach me, I sought to teach myself. I worked in villages in India with no clean drinking water for months. I slept under the stars on a quiet night sky- the sound of lethal mosquitoes buzzing above my head. I worked with asylum seekers and refugees, which was actually one of the redeeming features of my week. Here is an excerpt of a letter I wrote to a friend, describing that time of my life : "Every day, I see ordinary people -people like you and I-wearing tattered clothes, with paint on their faces and pencils tucked behind their ears, sweating it out. There's this boy I see every day, he's about eighteen and if given a choice, he'd probably want to go to college as well. He often stops me on the street and asks me about what I study and I think he's quite a bright spark- and then I think about all the people back home, who should get an education and are not, it makes me very sad. I hope I don't grow into one of those people who shuts everything out and never does anything constructive by way of ensuring that kids are educated and well looked after. And working with children of refugees actually makes one understand how destitute these kids really are, unsheltered, unprotected, not knowing what tomorrow holds for them. Some children have never known their own homes, being carried from one shelter to another; they come from countries like Ghana, Somalia, Sri Lanka, Sudan, The Ivory Coast. Many of their parents have been intellectuals in their own country, they have spoken out against dictatorial regimes, they have condemned massacres, some of them will be executed as soon as they set foot on their home soil again. Most of these people are Asylum Seekers i.e. those who have not even been granted Refugee Status. Some are condemned because of their homosexuality and others, because of their religion." I hope I never stop feeling.
'"BASICS OF SOUTH AMERICAN MONSOON TIME SCALE are proposed&designed by me in 1991 to study the South American monsoon&it's weather problems&natural calamities in advance.Find it's details in all websites/searchengines by searching its name SOUTH AMERICAN MONSOON TIME SCALE BY GANGADHARA RAO IRLAPATI or get by sending your email to me. I urge the world scientists to design&prepare, establish&implement and conduct further researches&developments on this scale and break the mysteries of the South American monsoon. If you want to design&establish the scale, printout the basic empty scales enclosed at the end article and prepare this scale yourself. If you still have trouble in preparing this scale, contact me at my email and take my assistance.Kindly recognize me as the Inventor of South American Monsoon Time Scale by making references in your research papers in lieu of considering my immense efforts&sacrifices I have did for it and my quest to establish&implement South American Monsoon Time Scale to serve the people GANGADHARA RAO IRLAPATI firstname.lastname@example.org
2nd Annual Lines, Shapes & Objects Art Exhibition – June 2020 (Photograp... https://youtu.be/GryInRNr91E via @YouTube #art #photo #exhibit see the depth and dance of my Color Choreography, placed 5th in Photography and Digital. “Ripples in Time” featured here is a finalist Dont forget to check out my architectual body of work in my artist solo spotlight this month https://youtu.be/deQN0eU6qpI
My spotlight solo exhibit with Fusion Art is here! Believe it or not every photo is from Arkansas which goes to show that art is where you find it. https://www.fusionartps.com/y-hope-osborn-artist-spotlight-solo-art-exhibition-june-2020/
Light Space Time 10th Annual “Botanicals” Online Art Competition of 844 international entries included “Broach" and "Monet Liliaceae 2" awarded Special Merit after top 15 artists “Broach” features Jasmine taken recently in Knopp Park nestled in Little Rock, AR just as the sun was rising while birds sang and lovely people welcomed to me to their neighborhood walk. “Monet Liliaceae 2” is inspired hy Monet's impressionism and features a field of tulips also known as liliaceae “Only Iris for You" placed Special Recognition after this category “Only Iris For You” also recently came from Knopp Park. I was fortunate enough to see this lovely Iris at its peak. “The gallery also included Special Merit awards and Special Recognition awards for outstanding art. Many of the artists in either of these groups could have easily been included in the upper tier of our winners, as their art was also exceptional.”
Geoscope&National Geoscope Projects for all world regions&countries are invented and designed by me 1987 with many intentions&ambitions just like creation of artificial storms, artificial rains, artificial underground waters etc. Find out them in all websites by searching the name GEOSCOPE BY GANGADHARA RAO IRLAPATI.Make further research&develop,promote&propagate it.Recognize it by making references in your publications. This is not what Buckminster had made in 1962.Also there are many architectures in the name of Geoscope,Kindly recognize me as the Originator of the Geoscope in lieu of considering the immense efforts I have did for it and my quest to establish&implement it all over the world countries to serve the world people.
9 of 10 of my entries are part of the J. Mane Gallery Urban exhibit “The remaining artists included in the exhibition serve as an example of impressive talent and we are honored to showcase their artwork on the J. Mane Gallery website.” https://www.jmanegallery.com/urban-landscapes-2020 The following is one sample