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Abdul Ghafoor

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#OpenPoetry السلام علیکم (الخیریہ آن لائن قرآن اکیڈمی) (اندرون ملک) پاکستان کے کسی بھی شہر سے اور بیرون ملک کسی بھی جگہ سے آپ آن لائن ہماری اسلامک سروسز حاصل کر سکتے ہیں ایک۔ ناظرة القرآن الکریم (تجوید کے ساتھ) دو۔حفظ القرآن تین۔ترجمة القرآن چار۔ تفسیر پانچ۔حدیثِ پاک چھ۔مکمل نماز ۔کلمے۔نماز جنازہ دعائیں۔اور روزِ مرّہ زندگی میں پیش آنے والے تمام مسائل سے آگائی برائے رابطہ۔وٹس ایپ۔ 03002878962 برائے رابطہ سکائپ Quranicinfo31 online islamic service contect me whtasup 0300-2878962

#OpenPoetry السلام علیکم (الخیریہ آن لائن قرآن اکیڈمی) (اندرون ملک) پاکستان کے کسی بھی شہر سے اور بیرون ملک کسی بھی جگہ سے آپ آن لائن ہماری اسلامک سروسز حاصل کر سکتے ہیں ایک۔ ناظرة القرآن الکریم (تجوید کے ساتھ) دو۔حفظ القرآن تین۔ترجمة القرآن چار۔ تفسیر پانچ۔حدیثِ پاک چھ۔مکمل نماز ۔کلمے۔نماز جنازہ دعائیں۔اور روزِ مرّہ زندگی میں پیش آنے والے تمام مسائل سے آگائی برائے رابطہ۔وٹس ایپ۔ 03002878962 برائے رابطہ سکائپ Quranicinfo31 online islamic service contect me whtasup 0300-2878962

Abinesh

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I like the generosity of numbers. The way, for example, they are willing to count anything or anyone: two pickles, one door to the room, eight dancers dressed as swans. I like the domesticity of addition— add two cups of milk and stir— the sense of plenty: six plums on the ground, three more falling from the tree. And multiplication's school of fish times fish, whose silver bodies breed beneath the shadow of a boat. Even subtraction is never loss, just addition somewhere else: five sparrows take away two, the two in someone else's garden now. There's an amplitude to long division, as it opens Chinese take-out box by paper box, inside every folded cookie a new fortune. And I never fail to be surprised by the gift of an odd remainder, footloose at the end: forty-seven divided by eleven equals four, with three remaining. Three boys beyond their mothers' call, two Italians off to the sea, one sock that isn't anywhere you look ©Abinesh Numbers

I like the generosity of numbers. The way, for example, they are willing to count anything or anyone: two pickles, one door to the room, eight dancers dressed as swans. I like the domesticity of addition— add two cups of milk and stir— the sense of plenty: six plums on the ground, three more falling from the tree. And multiplication's school of fish times fish, whose silver bodies breed beneath the shadow of a boat. Even subtraction is never loss, just addition somewhere else: five sparrows take away two, the two in someone else's garden now. There's an amplitude to long division, as it opens Chinese take-out box by paper box, inside every folded cookie a new fortune. And I never fail to be surprised by the gift of an odd remainder, footloose at the end: forty-seven divided by eleven equals four, with three remaining. Three boys beyond their mothers' call, two Italians off to the sea, one sock that isn't anywhere you look ©Abinesh Numbers

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I stopped looking at the numbers the day they began to interfere with my words. #YQbaba #numbers

I stopped looking at the numbers the day they began to interfere with my words. #YQbaba #numbers

Suraj Jha

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binary numbers jo hata ha usko ham ( 0;1 ) me he likh sakte hai ©Suraj Jha binary numbers

binary numbers jo hata ha usko ham ( 0;1 ) me he likh sakte hai ©Suraj Jha binary numbers