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Bless You Mum, I Love You

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Image from Pixabay by Marjon Besteman Mum! Many times I told you before, But I want to tell you again, You are the joy of my life, And the healer of my pain, Before, now and until the end, You will be my best friend, The One and Only I can call, And the One and only I will call, Be it summer, be it winter, Be it spring and be it Fall,* Early in the morning, And very late at night, Sometimes to...

The Common Stone Age Origins of English, Akkadian and Arapīte & Greatest Gods of Homo Sapiens

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Everything must have an origin we need to identify it A New Book By Adel Bishtawi based on Original Research A few words from the author Adel Bishtawi A totally independent author who fears only his God and his conscious Our original words are not just our languages but also our history. When we identify the correct words we will be identifying our history in perhaps the last 100,000 years. In...

origin of the arabic numerals

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a book by adel bishtawi The story of natural numbers 3rd Edition From a review by BLUEINK: Along with exploring the earliest systems of counting, the book offers a frequently fascinating overview of ancient trade and linguistics. The narrative– which is enhanced by tables, charts and illustrations–takes place in Egypt and throughout the Middle East, with an emphasis on Arabia and side-excursions...

Only When Desire Screams

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A new POETRY book PRIMED WITH POWERFUL EXPRESSION The heart is the temple of love in which it crowns itself supreme. In unlike all other temples, but like all dictators, love needs no permission to enter, accepts no restrictions, conforms to no rules except its own and rejects all rivals. What it does in this temple is nothing less than one of the greatest miracles of humanity. Every dim corner...

Random Is Not Chaos

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I was absolutely shocked when I discovered in an early translation of Traces of a Tattoo that the translator has decided to spice up the plot a bit by changing the outcome of a crucial scene. “With these changes,” he wrote in an e-mail, “you can call it a a great novel. You may want to consider adding my name as co-author rather than pushing it down almost on the verge of the cropping...

TRACES OF A TATTOO: CHAPTER 10

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Shortly thereafter Aroub went into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. Her panic turning into an elaborate exercise of self-condemnation, she leaned back against the door and started pounding her thighs with her fists and biting at her lower lip with her eyes fixed on her pelvis. “Oh, my God!” she repeated frantically. “What’s happening to me?” Aroub experienced countless natural vaginal...