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//Friendship that withstood ravages of time// At that time the cities of Alsace and Lorraine were under German control. The military rule was not so solicitous. Trafficking of children for labour purpose was the talk of the town. One of them was Sohrab, an orphan who was sold to the military head for some bucks. Sohrab was a pro in slingshot. 《Refer to Caption》 At that time the cities of Alsace and Lorraine were under German control. The military rule was not so solicitous. Trafficking of children for labour purpose was the talk of the town. One of them was Sohrab, an orphan who was sold to the military head for some bucks. Sohrab was a pro in slingshot. But, his childhood was gradually spoiling. Taking care of the needs of military officers, sometimes even getting sexually harassed by them was merely giving any time to him to think about the way of es

//Friendship that withstood ravages of time// At that time the cities of Alsace and Lorraine were under German control. The military rule was not so solicitous. Trafficking of children for labour purpose was the talk of the town. One of them was Sohrab, an orphan who was sold to the military head for some bucks. Sohrab was a pro in slingshot. 《Refer to Caption》 At that time the cities of Alsace and Lorraine were under German control. The military rule was not so solicitous. Trafficking of children for labour purpose was the talk of the town. One of them was Sohrab, an orphan who was sold to the military head for some bucks. Sohrab was a pro in slingshot. But, his childhood was gradually spoiling. Taking care of the needs of military officers, sometimes even getting sexually harassed by them was merely giving any time to him to think about the way of es

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Storey (For bookite challenge 2) Inspired by the quote in Kite Runner: It’s wrong what they say about the past, I’ve learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past claws its way out.  Blue disco lights dangle everywhere. A loud and enraging song plays and the beats reverberate in frenzy. A crowded stage lies, a crowd of drunk maniacs, who in the day are sophisticated, right now dance and shake like there is no tomorrow. And they call this music! Real names apart, let us call me Trill. I am standing by the drinks counter, just alongside the stage. The bartender is looking at me, the only person who is as disinterested as me. "Come on Trill! Join us! Whoo!" A lady shouts fro

Storey (For bookite challenge 2) Inspired by the quote in Kite Runner: It’s wrong what they say about the past, I’ve learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past claws its way out.  Blue disco lights dangle everywhere. A loud and enraging song plays and the beats reverberate in frenzy. A crowded stage lies, a crowd of drunk maniacs, who in the day are sophisticated, right now dance and shake like there is no tomorrow. And they call this music! Real names apart, let us call me Trill. I am standing by the drinks counter, just alongside the stage. The bartender is looking at me, the only person who is as disinterested as me. "Come on Trill! Join us! Whoo!" A lady shouts fro

D. Chowdhury

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Bombs and balloons _____________________________ Meanings of some Arabic words: (Umi- mother, Alab- father, Jida- grandmother, Mushabak- Syrian dessert) _____________________________ Hi! My name is Laila. I love balloons, Mushabak and oh, umi. Her name is Mariam.

Bombs and balloons _____________________________ Meanings of some Arabic words: (Umi- mother, Alab- father, Jida- grandmother, Mushabak- Syrian dessert) _____________________________ Hi! My name is Laila. I love balloons, Mushabak and oh, umi. Her name is Mariam.

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Friend is more important than friendship for me... Read the story in caption. Hope we read that story of "Two friends & a bear" written by"Ahme Haikal" From that story I realized that moral"who always with us in our crisis period only they are our real friend. Dear readers I also have a lot of stories with my friends.So now I m going to share my inspiration with my own real story with my most close friend. It's a reality of my life when I was of 16years old. I have a a close best friend ,I love her.

Friend is more important than friendship for me... Read the story in caption. Hope we read that story of "Two friends & a bear" written by"Ahme Haikal" From that story I realized that moral"who always with us in our crisis period only they are our real friend. Dear readers I also have a lot of stories with my friends.So now I m going to share my inspiration with my own real story with my most close friend. It's a reality of my life when I was of 16years old. I have a a close best friend ,I love her.

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BOOKITE CHALLENGE NO. 2 :- FRIENDSHIP DAY SPECIAL SHORT STORY //TITLE :- OFLINE FRIENDS// Title:- Ofline Friends Book of Inspiration :- IT (with some touch of new generation problem) We both are breathing heavily. A few moment ago we both were tied into ropes but now we are successfully escaped from the goons hand. You people must be thinking who we are? Why we are escaping? Let's take a look what happened 1week ago. I am Jinny and my best friend is Kat. We are childhood friends and we used to share everything with each other. Now this is the generation of social medias and show-o

BOOKITE CHALLENGE NO. 2 :- FRIENDSHIP DAY SPECIAL SHORT STORY //TITLE :- OFLINE FRIENDS// Title:- Ofline Friends Book of Inspiration :- IT (with some touch of new generation problem) We both are breathing heavily. A few moment ago we both were tied into ropes but now we are successfully escaped from the goons hand. You people must be thinking who we are? Why we are escaping? Let's take a look what happened 1week ago. I am Jinny and my best friend is Kat. We are childhood friends and we used to share everything with each other. Now this is the generation of social medias and show-o

Manpreet Kaur

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Inspired by - The Royal Romance E-book platform - Choices My short story - "A BLESSING BY GOD" Story in the caption below👇 This is a story of a girl named 'Kiara' and her dog 'Cindy'. Kiara loved dogs. She wanted to have a pet from very beginning but her parents didn't let her to keep one. After she finished her high school and went to a university for higher studies, she adopted a baby dog. She named her 'Cindy'. Cindy was a female dog. They were now very close to each other. Cindy understood Kiara more than anyone. And Kiara also took care of her as her own child. They ate together, played together, slept togeth

Inspired by - The Royal Romance E-book platform - Choices My short story - "A BLESSING BY GOD" Story in the caption below👇 This is a story of a girl named 'Kiara' and her dog 'Cindy'. Kiara loved dogs. She wanted to have a pet from very beginning but her parents didn't let her to keep one. After she finished her high school and went to a university for higher studies, she adopted a baby dog. She named her 'Cindy'. Cindy was a female dog. They were now very close to each other. Cindy understood Kiara more than anyone. And Kiara also took care of her as her own child. They ate together, played together, slept togeth

ujjwal pratap singh

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Meera and aryan //Read in caption// Meera and her four-year-old daughter Myra were joining the pieces of the Barbie Doll jigsaw puzzle, the ecstasy of completion of the pink coloured doll elated Myra and she hugged her mother from behind, her tiny hands touched Meera’s face and the kid happily kept her face on Meera’s shoulder. Meera gently patted on her daughter’s cheek, while the child giggled and kissed her mother. Meera looked at the clock, it was time for Aryan to come home from the airport. Meera gently lifted her daughter

Meera and aryan //Read in caption// Meera and her four-year-old daughter Myra were joining the pieces of the Barbie Doll jigsaw puzzle, the ecstasy of completion of the pink coloured doll elated Myra and she hugged her mother from behind, her tiny hands touched Meera’s face and the kid happily kept her face on Meera’s shoulder. Meera gently patted on her daughter’s cheek, while the child giggled and kissed her mother. Meera looked at the clock, it was time for Aryan to come home from the airport. Meera gently lifted her daughter