#free libraries

[urduclassic]

کتب بینی کے شوقین افراد مفت کتابیں کیسے پڑھ سکتے ہیں؟

ڈیجیٹل دور میں جہاں زندگی کے معمولات میں بے شمار تبدیلیاں آئی ہیں وہاں روایتی کتابوں کے حوالے سے بھی بہت کچھ تبدیل ہو چکا ہے۔ تاہم یہ حقیقت نظرانداز نہیں کی جا سکتی کہ کتب بینی کے عادی افراد تاحال روایتی کتابیں پڑھنے کی اپنی عادت سے مجبور ہیں اور وہ اپنے اس شوق کی تسکین کے لیے جب تک کتاب کا مطالعہ نہ کریں تو ذہنی سکون حاصل نہیں کر پاتے۔ یہ کہا جائے تو بے جا نہ ہوگا کہ ایسے افراد کتب بینی کے حوالے سے ایک قسم کے سحر میں مبتلا ہوتے ہیں۔ دورحاضر میں جب کوئی کتب بینی کا شوقین اپنے مطالعہ کی عادت سے مجبور ہو کر چند پسندیدہ کتب خریدنے کی خواہش کرتا ہے تو وہ ان کی قیمت دیکھ کر کچھ دیر تو ضرور پریشان ہو جاتا ہے کیونکہ ان قیمتوں میں بے حد اضافہ ہو چکا ہے اور ایک کتاب 13.95 سے 18 ڈالر تک دستیاب ہے، اس حساب سے اگر چند اضافی کتب خریدی جائیں تو بل باآسانی 100 ڈالر کا تو بن ہی جاتا ہے۔ سعودی میگزین الرجل نے مطالعے کے شوقین افراد کے لیے چند ایسے طریقے بتائے ہیں جنہیں برائے کار لا کر وہ اضافی رقم خرچ کیے بغیر مفت میں اپنی من پسند کتابیں حاصل کرسکیں گے۔ 

1 ۔ لائبریری جائیں ہر ملک میں ہزاروں عوامی کتب خانے موجود ہوتے ہیں جہاں انواع و اقسام کی کتابیں خواہ وہ روایتی ہوں یا ڈیجیٹل کاپی کی صورت میں دستیاب ہوتی ہیں۔ یہ بھی یقینی امر ہے کہ کسی نہ کسی لائبریری میں آپ کی من پسند کتابیں بھی ضرور موجود ہوں گی۔ اب آپ کو صرف یہ کرنا ہے کہ آپ اس لائبریری کے رُکن بن جائیں اور وہاں سے اپنی من پسند کتابیں یا سیریز حاصل کریں اور انہیں پڑھنے کے بعد مقررہ وقت پر واپس کر دیں۔ اس طرح آپ کو کتابیں خریدنے کے لیے اضافی رقم خرچ نہیں کرنا پڑے گی۔ 

2 ۔ کتب خانوں کی ایپلکیشنز آپ اگر کسی لائبریری میں جانے کے خواہاں نہیں تو کوئی مسئلہ نہیں، سمارٹ ایپس نے یہ مسئلہ بھی تقریباً حل کر ہی دیا ہے جس کے ذریعے آپ آسانی سے کسی بھی کتب خانے میں موجود کتابوں کا مطالعہ کرسکتے ہیں، جس کے لیے آپ کو صرف یہ کرنا ہو گا کہ کتب خانے کے ہوم پیچ پر اپنا اکاؤنٹ بنائیں جس کے بعد آپ کوئی رقم ادا کیے بغیر کسی وقت بھی اپنی من پسند کتابوں کا مطالعہ کر سکتے ہیں۔ 

3 ۔ مفت ڈیجیٹل کتابیں   روایتی کتاب کی طرح ڈیجیٹل کتب کو اگر آپ اپنے ہاتھوں میں نہیں تھام سکتے تو اس کا یہ مطلب نہیں کہ وہ باقاعدہ کتاب نہیں ہے، ویب سائٹ ’بک بوب‘ آپ کو یہ سہولت بھی فراہم کرتی ہے کہ جس کتاب کا آپ مطالعہ کرنا چاہتے ہیں اس کا عنوان درج کریں اور ویب سائٹ چند لمحوں میں تمام معلومات فراہم کر دے گی کہ مذکورہ کتاب کس لائبریری میں دستیاب ہے، اور اسے مفت میں کیسے ڈاؤن لوڈ کیا جاسکتا ہے۔ 

4 ۔ بک ٹریڈنگ سائٹس کے رُکن بنیں انٹرنیٹ پر اب شیئرنگ کی سہولت بھی دستیاب ہے جس سے آپ دیگر قارئین کے ساتھ کتابیں شیئر کر سکتے ہیں۔ اس حوالے سے متعدد ویب سائٹس موجود ہیں جن میں ’بک موچ‘ ’پیپربیک سواپ‘ وغیرہ شا��ل ہیں جن پر آپ اپنی کتاب دوسرے قارئین کے ساتھ شیئر کر سکتے ہیں۔ شیئرنگ کے لیے جب آپ کسی کو میل کرتے ہیں تو آپ کو اس کے پوائنٹس بھی ملتے ہیں۔ 

5۔ ریٹنگ کرنا کسی بھی کتاب کے بارے میں رائے دینا بہت اہم ہوتا ہے۔ اس حوالے سے آپ اگر رائے دیتے ہیں تاکہ دوسرے لوگ آپ کے مطالعہ اور حاصل مطالعے کا جائزہ لینے کے بعد کتاب کے بارے میں معلومات حاصل کرسکیں تو ’نیٹ گیلی‘ جیسی ویب سائٹس کی جانب سے کتاب کی درجہ بندی کرنے یعنی اس کے بارے میں رائے دینے والوں کو پیشگی کاپیاں ارسال کی جاتی ہیں۔ آپ اگر سوشل میڈیا پر ایکٹیو ہیں اور آپ کے فالوورز کی تعداد بھی زیادہ ہے اور کتابوں پر اپنی رائے بھی دیتے ہیں تو اس صورت میں کوئی بھی پبلشر آپ کو نئی کتابوں کی کاپیاں ارسال کرنے میں پس و پیش سے کام نہیں لے گا۔ 

6۔ چھوٹی اور مفت لائبریری تلاش کریں جب بھی آپ اپنے علاقے کی سیر کریں تو کوشش کریں کہ وہاں چھوٹی لائبریری تلاش کریں جہاں آپ کو متعدد کتابیں مفت میں پڑھنے کے لیے مل جائیں گی۔ یہ بھی ممکن ہے کہ آپ اپنی پڑھی ہوئی کسی کتاب کے بدلے میں دوسری کتاب حاصل کرسکیں۔ 

7 ۔ سوشل میڈیا آپ اگر سوشل میڈیا پر سرگرم ہیں اور کتب بینی کے شوقین بھی ہیں تو اس صورت میں آپ یقینی طور پر پبلشرز کے ایڈریسز سے بھی واقف ہوں گے۔ عام طور پر پبلشرز ایسے افراد کو جو کتب بینی کا شغف رکھتے ہیں انہیں مفت میں نئی کتابیں تحفے کے طور پر بھی ارسال کرتے ہیں تو کچھ یوں بھی آپ بنا کچھ خرچ کیے اپنے مطالعے کا شوق پورا کر سکتے ہیں۔ 

بشکریہ اردو نیوز

[casualoptimist]

Free Library

Cartoon by Graham Annabelle. Graham has a new graphic novel for kids called Eerie Tales from the School of Screams available in July.

[starlightshadowsworld]

To this day people will cry over the knowledge and works destroyed when the library of Alexandria was burned down.

And yet no tears are shed as Palestinian archives and libraries are bombed.

Saint Porphyrius Church, a structure built in the 5th century and the 3rd oldest church in the world has been bombed.

It's not an accident.

Israel aren't simply killing Palestinians, they are trying to erase that there ever were Palestinians in the first place.

Destroying their livelihoods, trying to to destroy their culture and history and pretend this land was never there's.

It's easy to deny someone's existence when there's no record of them.

Which is why it's so important to look at the atrocities and bear witness to what's happening.

But to also recognise that Palestine is more than it's suffering.

There is a living breathing culture, of art, history, literacy which all come from the Palestinians.

Traditions they've carried for centuries.

So while we mourn the dead, we shall fight for the living. Fight for the preservation of their crafts, amplify their voices as they speak on their culture.

Palestinian history and culture is alive. And no matter how much the world wants to erase that, they cannot and will not.

[nando161mando]

oops! it seems i tripped and dropped several million free books, papers, and other resources

https://annas-archive.org

https://sci-hub.se

https://z-lib.is

https://libgen.is

https://libgen.rs

https://www.pdfdrive.com

https://library.memoryoftheworld.org

https://monoskop.org/Monoskop

https://libcom.org

https://libretexts.org

http://classics.mit.edu

https://librivox.org

https://standardebooks.org

https://www.gutenberg.org

https://core.ac.uk

[prose2passion]

Have now visited 22 of the 23 street libraries in Dusseldorf. And I discover amazing books there ...

[rcstories]

Let The People Read

A child reading is a wonderful thing. I love how books have a way of opening up a person’s world. Now that summer is here, many libraries and school districts are promoting their Summer Reading Programs. It’s great to see the growing popularity of neighborhood book exchanges and Little Free Libraries, especially in areas around the country where book banning has become a hot topic issue. Teachers…

[karemandohan1999]

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[highdio]

(STONE OCEAN SPOILERS)

More official art from Path to Nowhere's Stone Ocean collab event.

[mokeonn]

"But if college was free, then people would abuse that and get useless degrees" hell yeah I would! If I could go to college without debt I would make it my job to get a degree in every little thing that interested me. I'd get a doctorate in film studies. I'd have a bachelor's degree for every science I like. I'd try to learn at least 5 languages with varying results. I would learn something "useful" like coding and then follow it up with a ""useless"" degree like art history. I'd be the world record speed run holder for getting every degree possible.

But I can't afford college without going into massive debt, so instead I spent the last 5 years trying to figure out what I am passionate enough about to consider going into debt over, because unfortunately being passionate about everything is extremely expensive to pursue.

[atheneum-of-you]

Books are expensive, Hermes thinks learning about your religion should be free.

They're just the basics and only a few, but feel free to ask me to add anything and I'll try my best!

[lazylittledragon]

ok someone please correct me if i'm wrong but am i weird for thinking those 'audiobooks don't count as reading' posts are ableist as fuck????

[the-forest-library]

The governor's little, free symbol foreshadowed a big, free policy change. In May, Walz signed a Minnesota law "banning K-12 schools, colleges, and public libraries from complying with [book] removal requests... based solely on the viewpoint, content, message, idea, or opinion conveyed." The act meaningfully protects LGBTQ+ books from the crosshairs of conservative censors.

While unveiling the Little Free Library, Walz affirmed his commitment to free reading. "In Minnesota, we are focused on investing in education, our future, and children and families across the state. We're not in the business of taking books away from kids and schools and we certainly don't believe in banning books that tell our history," he told reporters.

[solhaelan]

[prose2passion]

Today I visited another 5 of the 23 street libraries, bringing my total to 18.

[houseofanticipation]

After six months of leaving your window unlocked, someone finally took the bait.

You frequent some dark corners of the internet. When tumblr wasn't enough to get you wet anymore you turned to reddit, and when that stopped working you moved to 4chan. These days the sites you cum to don't even have names, their URLs are just strings of random letters and numbers. It was in one of these places that you saw the symbol.

The only identifying feature of the original poster was an off-putting avatar image of Sonic the Hedgehog's gaping asshole. The post was a single photo of the symbol, written in thick marker on a scrap of looseleaf paper. Below it, the text read: place this symbol in your window to let passersby know it's unlocked, and you're ready to be taken advantage of.

You came when you saw that symbol. (You had been touching yourself for hours at that point, but still, the symbol is what pushed you over the edge.) You saved a screenshot of the symbol, and in the nights that followed you touched yourself to it again and again, daring yourself to do it, imagining the things strangers could do to you in your sleep. When your better judgement finally caved to that insatiable need, you touched yourself again. You sat there for an hour, edging and watching that symbol in the window, until your mind felt slow and stupid with fantasies.

You did that a few more times in the following nights. But the after a week the fantasies alone weren't doing it for you anymore, and you were increasingly realizing something that probably should have been obvious from the beginning: most people aren't into the same disgusting shit you're into. The people in those ugly little corners of the web lived all over the world. What were the odds one of them would just walk past your first-floor apartment one day?

So you forgot about it. Mostly. You left it there, of course, but the more time went by the less you believed anything would ever come of it. You turned to other places to make you cum. Lately you've been getting off on posting pictures of yourself, letting strangers describe the ways they'd like to use and abuse you.

And then this morning you found three polaroid pictures placed neatly on your kitchen table.

All three pictures are of you, naked and asleep in bed. You started sleeping naked ages ago, at the advice of a tumblr post detailing how to be more of a slut. You're glad you did now, because the feeling you get looking at these pictures is like nothing you've ever felt before. It's electric, a vibration in your brain and the pit of your stomach that makes your legs wobble and your knees press together. The first picture is of your body, undisturbed, sleeping on your stomach with your ass in the air. The second is a view from the foot of your bed, your pussy pressed against the sheets and your legs open. The third is of your face, an unfamiliar hand brushing back your hair and an unfamiliar cock resting on your cheek.

Before you can even think you're falling to your knees, masturbating desperately and furiously to those pictures. When you cum it's labored, almost painful, your breath catching in your chest, your moans short and agonized. You manage to stand long enough to take the pictures to your bed, where you're able to scrape together the self-control to edge for about five minutes before you cum for a second time.

The one you can't tear yourself away from his that cock on your face. The knowledge that someone was that close to you without your knowing. Touching you. Pleasuring himself to you. When you cum for the third time, it's to the thought that he didn't rape you, as far as you can tell. That means he intends to come back.

That night you feel like a kid waiting for Santa Clause to come. You toss and turn, too excited to sleep, but terrified that he won't follow through with it if he can tell you're awake. You close your eyes and stay as still as possible. If you can't be asleep, the best you can do is appear asleep.

You wake to sunlight streaming through your window, a little surprised to realize you fell asleep at all. You can feel immediately that something is different; you've been violated, you can feel it in your clit and in your cunt. You hurry to the kitchen and find three new polaroids. The first is a close up of your pussy, already swollen and wet. The second is taken from the same angle, but this time there's a hand in frame, three fingers pushed inside you, stretching you out. The third sends a thrill up your spine. In this picture, a man with a Halloween mask pulled up to his forehead has his head buried between your legs. His face isn't visible from this angle, but it's clear he's eating you out. What really excites you, though, is the out-of-focus smudge in the corner of the shot: you're certain it's the edge of someone's finger. There was a second person in the room with you last night, holding the camera. You wonder if he was there the night before too. You wonder if anyone else has been in your room without you knowing.

When you've cum twice, you're able to think clearly enough to wonder how you managed to sleep through all this. This isn't a cock brushing your face; this is penetration, stretching, clitoral stimulation. That isn't the kind of stuff you sleep through, is it? You get off for a while imagining you really are just that much of a whore, that you can have three fingers inside you and barely notice a thing, but then you spot the cylinder in the corner of the third picture. It's a metal canister, like an oxygen tank, connected at the top to the kind of plastic mask designed to cover your mouth and nose. They drugged you. That's why you didn't wake up. They put you into a deeper sleep so they could do what they wanted with you. Your clit is getting sore at this point, but when you come to this realization you can't help but cum one more time.

In your dreams that night someone is holding you down, kissing you, shoving his tongue down your throat. You're afraid and excited and wet, and you want to scream for help but you can't remember how to speak. Someone is saying something, but the words don't mean anything to you, and the relentless sucking on your clit is making it hard to focus on anything else. You want to moan, to arch your back, to press your legs shut, but your body isn't your own. Maybe you cum. Maybe you don't. It's hard to tell.

You come to slowly, blearily. You become aware of your surroundings one thing at a time, and out of order; first you notice the wetness, then the soreness, then the sunlight behind your closed eyelids. You stretch and rub the sleep out of your eyes, but your hands come away with more than the usual eye grit on them. With a jolt you realize your face is painted with cum, and looking down you can tell that it isn't just your face. There's cum on your tits, on your stomach, even your thighs and feet, and a hand between your legs confirms its inside you too. Hands shaking, you scoop it off your thighs and stomach, trying to get as much as you can into your pussy, fingering it deeper and deeper. You must have really taken a pounding last night, because your pussy is sore and your groin feels bruised, but the feeling of that cum inside you is worth every ounce of pain. You put a few pillows under your ass, trying to keep your hips elevated, keep it from spilling out for as long as possible. You imagine it taking root in your womb, changing your body, making your breasts and belly swell with motherhood. You imagine men you've never seen coming into you home while you're asleep and hungrily drinking your milk, squeezing and sucking so you wake up with your nipples sore. You wish one of them was here to fuck the cum deeper inside you, but you make do with your fingers. This time when you cum it's different. It isn't like the first orgasm of the day. It feels like maybe the fifth time you've cum in the last few hours; barely pleasure at all, just spine-tingling, mind-numbing sensation. Is it possible to cum in your sleep? It feels like it shouldn't be allowed, but you're having trouble thinking straight...

You need to stop touching yourself. You're sore and trembly and weirdly exhausted for someone who just woke up, but you can't stop thinking about those strangers in your bedroom, the cocks that must have been in your cunt and your asshole and your mouth. Your clit throbs, begging your fingers for just one more release. You make a compromise with yourself. You put on some panties to keep too much cum from leaking out, and you go to the kitchen to look at the pictures. But there are no polaroids on the kitchen table. Just a cheap plastic USB drive with your name in permanent marker on the side.

It shouldn't be a surprise that they know your name. They've been in your house, they can obviously find your name on your mail or your computer or your driver's license. But seeing it there in unfamiliar handwriting, one more tiny violation of privacy, makes your clit throb again, as if to remind you of its presence.

The voice of your elementary school librarian echoes in your head as you retrieve your laptop and return to bed. It is profoundly stupid, she reminds you, to plug an unfamiliar drive into your computer. There's no telling what kind of malware it could contain, and that kind of access could allow hackers to take complete control of your computer. But you've already done the most profoundly stupid thing. You've done it repeatedly, in fact, and you're in deep enough now that there may not be any going back. The drive contains a single folder, also with your name on it. The folder is full of pictures and videos, hundreds of them, from different cameras and different perspectives, every angle you could possibly want from the events of last night. Men in rubber masks, too many to count, taking turns raping your lifeless body. Stuffing their cocks down your throat and laughing as you choke reflexively. Squeezing your tits, pinching and biting your nipples. Playing with your pussy, intermittently fucking it and trying to shove ever-larger objects inside it. There's a closeup video of your face as one of the men ejaculates onto it. Another of your pussy as a cock pulls out, allowing a fat glob of cum to collect just at the entrance of your unresponsive hole. The last file in the folder is a .txt file, containing a single line of text: a string of numbers and letters that you recognize.

Right there on the first page of your favorite site is a picture of you, asleep and drenched in cum. Below it is your home address, and a short note:

Found this tasty slut by accident at the above address, just noticed the rapeme in her window and figured I'd come back that night. Good pussy, and she must like what we did to her because she hasn't taken it down yet. Stop by if you're in town; we like a limp body, but I bet she'd put up a nice fight if you'd rather forgo sedatives. Just make sure to gag her lol. don't want the neighbors complaining and ruining our fun. and remember to leave her a souvenir! She especially likes polaroids ; )

By the time you've finished reading you're in a daze. Your eyes can't seem to focus on anything. Your mind can't form a coherent thought. Your clit is no longer asking for your attention; it now demands it. As you begin to pull the panties back down, you notice something: the light next to your laptop camera is on.

You place the laptop on the bed between your legs, and begin stuffing the panties into your cunt.

[rcstories]

Books Bringing People Together

Books Bringing People Together… In a world where neighbors rarely say hello to one another anymore it’s amazing sometimes how books can bring people together. It was an unusually warm, sunny day yesterday, and a perfect day for another successful Free Book Saturday Event at Randie’s Free Library. From sunrise to sunset, there were people of all ages and backgrounds who dropped by with all types…