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Kouji Wada

IDIRIS AXMAD

Qeybtii 2 aad. Sheekadii kirishbooyga, iyo safarkii kululaa. Aniga ma aha qofka gaadhiga oo dhan qabsaday, ee gaadhiga ayaan shanteenna ina wada deeqayn. Shandadda ha laga tago, dhar waxa aad ka iibsan doontaa magaalada aynnu u soconnee." "Ma dhici karto." Markii uu yidhi ayaa aan baabuurka ka degay oo aan daaqadda baabuurka istaagay. "Go'aan gaadh, Maxamed, waa kuleyl halkani, oo ma taagnaan kare e'." "Haye," intuu yidhi ayuu i soo eegay "Haye, dhabtayda ku soo fadhiiso." "Maxamed, waa safar shan saacadood ah meesha aan u soconnaa," aabbihiis ayaa yidhi. "Waan ogahay, laakiin hooyo aad uma cusla. Maxaad ka leedahay arrinkaas, hooyo. Ma dhib baad u aragta haddaad dhabteyda ku fadhiisato?" "Haye, waan ku fadhiisan dhabtaada. Laakiin haddii aad daasho ogow baabuurku uma istaagi doono in aad nasato." Ayaan ku idhi, ninkeyga xaggiisa ayaa aan eegay. Wuu igu raacay. "Haye, aan biyo isku soo shubo ee in yar i suga, alaabtii aan xidhxidhayay ayaa aan ku dhididday." Qubeyskeygu waqti dheer igu muu qaadan. Mar haddii aan inankeyga dhabtiisa shan saacadood ku fadhinayo, waxa aan rabaa in aan gashto dhar raaxo leh oo aanu dhibsan. Daladdu naqaska ayay ku dhejineysa, sidoo kale waa kuleyl oo la ma qaadan karo. Waxaan baadhbaadhay dharkeygii. Sidaan u baadhbaadhayay waxa aan helay dirac khafiifa. Gacmihiisuna waaweyn yihiin. Markii aan gashtay ayaa aan arkey kiishaligeyga oo muuqda, maxaa yeeley kiishaliga midabkiisa ayaa caddaa. Diriciiban iska saaray, kiishaligiina waan raaciyey. Diricii oo keliya ayaa aan dib u gashtay oo aan muraayad isku eegay. “Runtii umaba baahni kiishali, xataa labo iyo soddon jirkeygii weli naasahaygu waa taagan yihiin. Shalmad uunban huwan. Nigis yar oo khafiifana waa aan gashan.” Ayaa aan is idhi. Anigoo weli muraayaddii hortaagan ayaa aan nafteyda ku idhi. "Hooyo wiil afar iyo toban jira dhashay, uma eeki. Waa aan ogahay ninkeygu weli in uu jecel yahay sida aan u eekahay." Waxa aan maqlay hoonka gaadhiga.
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Once upon a time in my life

Once upon a time in Nepal .(.this story is based upon the real story of my life .)there is a person named ajay ..he was from low class family ..in child wood his father support him for his education and accevied upto +2 level education from science subject but due to his financial problem he can't able to get higher education..and decided to do bussiness and become a big bussiness man .he started his journey ..he don't have even 10000 thausand rupees for his bussiness start up ..he work hard in hardware shop ... Clothes shops and in different companies aslo ..he can't able to save money for his bussiness ..he have to.think about the family also ..for his old parent and his brother education. .he tried hard due every times he can't able get success in his life ..he decided to get loan from bank but bank also don't gave him loan .and lastly he decided to take loan with his neighbour..and get 50000 rupees ..and he stared his bussiness by opening local hens form ..after six month when he sold all the hens he return loan money and cannot able have more benifit because of his. Ability ...Dix month he learn how to work in form ..how to feed chicks ..how to sold hens timley in market ..and he again fail down ..he tried upto 1 year he again fail down and last time there no one left to give him loan again for his bussiness..he got tried from his life....but from that day once he was going to home from his form at night he saw the woman dancing with a baby near her ..at mid night ..he decided to go near her saw who was there ..when he goes there silently he saw a woman with naked body dancing by keeping 2 year of old child near her ..she have burned 7 candle near her and looking like a dangerous ghost ..he was afraid to saw her ..and he decided to call the villager ..and he call some of the people there ..every one saw that activities .. silently after 1 hour woman was going to kill the baby ..by cutting his head by sawing that Evey one goes running and beat that woman ..and save the child ..the waman was from neibhor village ..and the child was also from her village ... After that villager bured that woman alive ...( That was one type of dangerous accident that I saw in my life ..but my life is still running in a problems ...i am writting this story not for the award ..but i am writting the story for the people who support me to get success in my life by taking few financial support from.him or her ..so i think some people have enough money to enjoy there life ..they waste alots of money in baar,resturant and many more ..if there is some one who help me in my need i promise i will be a successful person ..and i will return his or her money in given time ..thank u Me : ajay sahani Adress ...jeetpur simara wada number 5 Mobile: +9779815213774
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