INDEFINABLE INFINITY
When they describe about Literature, Arts and Illustrators conceptualisation mind, they were certain that Literature plus their thinking didn't left out anything as it has always been the highest intellectually gifted field that touched upon everything. I am here to disclose that literature wasn't fully encyclopaedic and will never become perfectly thorough because of one divine girl.
I had came across and enchanted by mere imaginational fake prophecies both internally and outwardly categorized beauteous of girls defined by various writers and their diversified works categorises internal angel qualities and exterior heavenliness originality appeared much value and fascinatingly greatness to me till the advent of my sister's astounding beautiful character and heavenly appearance as she had nullified and tore every author's forged and artificial descriptions with her presence in this world.
To every writers I wanna say that truly, I had admired your astonishing writings about beauty in spite to that you've never known my sister. What if you all writers and authors would've known what is the meaning of true beauty by witnessing her. I know that you will try to write her down in descriptions when you witness her, but your writings are limited whereas her beauty is infinite. The result is descriptions can't be created because no one has the power and calibre of describing her beauty as it can't be put into words.
Literature and Arts will stay incomplete till it accomplishes this form. As I think it's impossible even for me to describe her beauty who very well knows her. Then Literature, Arts and Illustrators thinking mind as I pity on you that you are not the image what the world esteem of you and what you fancy of yourselves.
- MOHAMED SAHEEB
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When they describe about Literature, Arts and Illustrators conceptualisation mind, they were certain that Literature plus their thinking didn't left out anything as it has always been the highest intellectually gifted field that touched upon everything. I am here to disclose that literature wasn't fully encyclopaedic and will never become perfectly thorough because of one divine girl.
I had came across and enchanted by mere imaginational fake prophecies both internally and outwardly categorized beauteous of girls defined by various writers and their diversified works categorises internal angel qualities and exterior heavenliness originality appeared much value and fascinatingly greatness to me till the advent of my sister's astounding beautiful character and heavenly appearance as she had nullified and tore every author's forged and artificial descriptions with her presence in this world.
To every writers I wanna say that truly, I had admired your astonishing writings about beauty in spite to that you've never known my sister. What if you all writers and authors would've known what is the meaning of true beauty by witnessing her. I know that you will try to write her down in descriptions when you witness her, but your writings are limited whereas her beauty is infinite. The result is descriptions can't be created because no one has the power and calibre of describing her beauty as it can't be put into words.
Literature and Arts will stay incomplete till it accomplishes this form. As I think it's impossible even for me to describe her beauty who very well knows her. Then Literature, Arts and Illustrators thinking mind as I pity on you that you are not the image what the world esteem of you and what you fancy of yourselves.
- MOHAMED SAHEEB
#ms #review #everyone #essay
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Today's topic : paper books vs e books
>In modern world, people are increasingly reading books online and the demand of printed books has declined.
>Now days people have two options either read e books or paper books.
>People choose option according to their comfort zone. Some people like to read e books and some people like to read paper books.
>Both books have some advantage and some disadvantage.
>If we talk advantage of e books then, Very less space required compare to paper books.
>We can easily store 100 e books in small pen drive or cd. Which is not possible in paper books.
>Another advantage is we can download e books online.When ever we want to read we read e books from our mobile.
>E books always available in cheap price compare to paper books.
>E books are also environment friendly because in paper books we have to cut trees for paper.
>>In recent times, people like to read news online. Most of people read news paper from online.
>People also like to read novel online. There are a lot of free application available for reading.
>The main disadvantage of e book is our eye. For constant reading online affect on our eye. Most of people have pain in eye just because of constant stare on screen.
>In paper books, you can easily mark the important points through marker pen or pencil. It's also possible in e books but require more time.
>In conclusion we can say that both books have their own aspects. We can not say that which book is good compare to other.
Today's topic : paper books vs e books
>In modern world, people are increasingly reading books online and the demand of printed books has declined.
>Now days people have two options either read e books or paper books.
>People choose option according to their comfort zone. Some people like to read e books and some people like to read paper books.
>Both books have some advantage and some disadvantage.
>If we talk advantage of e books then, Very less space required compare to paper books.
>We can easily store 100 e books in small pen drive or cd. Which is not possible in paper books.
>Another advantage is we can download e books online.When ever we want to read we read e books from our mobile.
>E books always available in cheap price compare to paper books.
>E books are also environment friendly because in paper books we have to cut trees for paper.
>>In recent times, people like to read news online. Most of people read news paper from online.
>People also like to read novel online. There are a lot of free application available for reading.
>The main disadvantage of e book is our eye. For constant reading online affect on our eye. Most of people have pain in eye just because of constant stare on screen.
>In paper books, you can easily mark the important points through marker pen or pencil. It's also possible in e books but require more time.
>In conclusion we can say that both books have their own aspects. We can not say that which book is good compare to other.
P1 They told me I was purple when they pulled me out. My body constricted and suffocated from the transfer into the light. My family often brought up how I flailed my little legs and waved my small arms to try and grab the air and push it down my tiny nose and mouth. When I finally found it, it came flooding into my lungs. And, I was still suffocated once more, in a different way. And once more, my tiny body flailed, this time with a cry.
Eyeblinks, long naps, and fuzzy faces later, I remember myself running as a boy. Like every child, I was fearless when it was time to make silly faces and running as though my legs could fall off any minute now. I will never forget how I was everyone I wanted to be all at once. Who knew that that youth meant being passionate about everything at the same time. And it was the type of passion that came with so much confidence that you believe you could do anything. The type of passion that turned into anger if you failed on your first try. So much fury that you keep trying and trying, even if you keep failing. And when you did achieve it, you would smile at yourself, with as many teeth as you could reveal and nod your head like " there you go. I told you, you could do it".
A time where every time you looked in the mirror all you could see was who you could be, and if you listened closely you could hear lively rock music. With fun guitars and young men screaming "life is for the living". The same tracks you heard while you dreamt. And if you were anything like me, you surely danced to the music even if you didn’t know what the words meant then. You would dance on the tables, spinning, leaping, tapping, and knocking. As if you would take off at any moment and start to soar with the birds. And you'd look aside to see the tiny sad things that often bring you down vanish into the clouds.
In child o'clock, you're accepted like never before. You're forgiven for being yourself and there's never a right or wrong question. You could try everything you could get your hands on. Not knowing was a virtue, expected and innocence often trumped over ignorance. And in the tiny chance that you crack under the weight of the world. You could cry, and every time you did. The world responded with hugs and consolation.
Things start to change, and you notice funny little things. You notice how different everything is for people older than you. As in times when you were forced to do or say some things that you didn't agree with and you voiced your displeasure, their inherited biases jump at you with claws and teeth sharp. You would also notice the confusion in their actions. For instance, when they fought, it was different. We did fight too but we never fight with the ones we love. But they did, and they had silly excuses for it.
Time starts to tick and tock and the path starts to fade away. You lose your way and the world jumps out from nowhere and strikes you with a punch in the face. You probably remember how angry it was at you because it kept punching and punching you. You, becoming smaller as it overwhelms you and asks how could you have ever assumed that you could take over. How could you have ever assumed that you could change it? The next thing you remember is how you couldn’t cry. Suffocated again by whatever stereotypes and societal norms you had to stick to.
The type of suffocation that brings back old memories, good and bad. Anxiety and hormones wrestled with these memories to dress them up as crazed nostalgia or trauma and let them loose so they ran rampant in you.
Now more aware and conscious, you start to see the lingering expectations and perversions of the people that care about you. You look above and you notice how far those expectations are from who you are and what you want to be. Again, if you're anything like me, this is the part where you'll remain paralyzed and immobile. You gradually settle into the abyss that is you. You make friends with the monsters and the well-dressed traumas.
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Eyeblinks, long naps, and fuzzy faces later, I remember myself running as a boy. Like every child, I was fearless when it was time to make silly faces and running as though my legs could fall off any minute now. I will never forget how I was everyone I wanted to be all at once. Who knew that that youth meant being passionate about everything at the same time. And it was the type of passion that came with so much confidence that you believe you could do anything. The type of passion that turned into anger if you failed on your first try. So much fury that you keep trying and trying, even if you keep failing. And when you did achieve it, you would smile at yourself, with as many teeth as you could reveal and nod your head like " there you go. I told you, you could do it".
A time where every time you looked in the mirror all you could see was who you could be, and if you listened closely you could hear lively rock music. With fun guitars and young men screaming "life is for the living". The same tracks you heard while you dreamt. And if you were anything like me, you surely danced to the music even if you didn’t know what the words meant then. You would dance on the tables, spinning, leaping, tapping, and knocking. As if you would take off at any moment and start to soar with the birds. And you'd look aside to see the tiny sad things that often bring you down vanish into the clouds.
In child o'clock, you're accepted like never before. You're forgiven for being yourself and there's never a right or wrong question. You could try everything you could get your hands on. Not knowing was a virtue, expected and innocence often trumped over ignorance. And in the tiny chance that you crack under the weight of the world. You could cry, and every time you did. The world responded with hugs and consolation.
Things start to change, and you notice funny little things. You notice how different everything is for people older than you. As in times when you were forced to do or say some things that you didn't agree with and you voiced your displeasure, their inherited biases jump at you with claws and teeth sharp. You would also notice the confusion in their actions. For instance, when they fought, it was different. We did fight too but we never fight with the ones we love. But they did, and they had silly excuses for it.
Time starts to tick and tock and the path starts to fade away. You lose your way and the world jumps out from nowhere and strikes you with a punch in the face. You probably remember how angry it was at you because it kept punching and punching you. You, becoming smaller as it overwhelms you and asks how could you have ever assumed that you could take over. How could you have ever assumed that you could change it? The next thing you remember is how you couldn’t cry. Suffocated again by whatever stereotypes and societal norms you had to stick to.
The type of suffocation that brings back old memories, good and bad. Anxiety and hormones wrestled with these memories to dress them up as crazed nostalgia or trauma and let them loose so they ran rampant in you.
Now more aware and conscious, you start to see the lingering expectations and perversions of the people that care about you. You look above and you notice how far those expectations are from who you are and what you want to be. Again, if you're anything like me, this is the part where you'll remain paralyzed and immobile. You gradually settle into the abyss that is you. You make friends with the monsters and the well-dressed traumas.
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