#it is usable some of my teachers have called me this polite term before but it's always been teachers I don't really know

[just-a-little-hater]

Playing Ace Attorney in German is so funny y'all

The Moment Mal! (Hold it!) and Einspruch! (Objection!) shouts are so bad and why does Mia keep using 'Sie' when talking to Phoenix, you use 'Sie' when talking to someone you don't know well or who you respect like for example your teacher and at least personally I don't feel like either of those options fits their relationship

[iamkhange]

Why is Israel a developed country, and why are we still developing?

I am not a very good writer or author. But one day, I sat down to write my thoughts,

Think about it, some irrelevant ideas and questions are starting to get very annoying these days, like:

· Why is Israel a developed country, and why are we growing?

· Why does he have so many resources that he is selling the world and we are just borrowing?

· Are they still a chosen nation, and our share is limited to the "promise of intercession"?

When I started drowning in these and many other questions, I resorted to Google, proving to be very strong.

Many things between the Jewish nation and the Muslims

Like meet

Both are Abrahamic religions

Believe in one God

To worship him

To be cleansed

make ablution

To do charity

Slaughtering and eating animals

Don't eat pork

Circumcision

Believing that jinn are God's creation

Considering Satan disobedient

The act of considering the people of Lot a sin

Don't recognize a relationship without marriage

On the coming of the Messiah before the resurrection

Believing in the reckoning on the Day of Resurrection

Thinking in the same way of being resurrected after death (being made back from the tail bone)

Witt: The practical methods of all these ordinary things are different; for example, they call Allah by another name, the practise of ablution and prayer is different, their Messiah is different, etc.

Now the surprise increased from here that despite so many similarities and similarities, how did they move forward? While here (God forbid), religion has become a chain of feet, the children graduating from our madrassas are seldom integrated into the outside world, and in the modern lifestyle, they are barely visible, any skill anyway. It is not part of our education system that the child is still "reading" (why it is inappropriate for us to teach skills while learning).

We have included religion only in everyday life till the azan at birth and the funeral prayer at death. The rest of it has been left in the niche. The two are not conceived at the same time. Yes, some schools or madrassas are now promoting religious and scientific education together, but on the one hand, their number is like salt in flour; on the other hand, their fees are out of the commoner's pocket. And if the money came in the bag and then the education system of London, Europe and America would look fine, then very few children are getting an education from these modern madrassas.

After madrassas, school and college education is also in an awful condition in our country. An example of our education system is termite infested wood. We memorize it. But the same child cannot write 5 to 10 lines on any subject other than these.

Curriculum and the practical world are two different things; there is no match between them; education is so expensive that if one leaves with a degree, he is worried about "recovering his investment" first.

And after all, the sad thing is that 44.5% of children go to high school; 55 out of every 100 children do not go to school.

Beloved God, the Prophet (peace be upon him), prioritized the gathering of knowledge and education over the meeting of remembrance and supplication that I was sent as a teacher (Ibn Majah).

And more than 25 million children in Pakistan do not go to school ... (These are pre-Corona statistics)

In Israel, schooling is free and compulsory, as well as skills and practical business training, paid for by the school/government, and the dropout is skilled. Yes, and also business, he also bears and collects the cost of his further education. Thus, the country's economy is also strengthened, and the expenditure incurred on the child's teaching also starts coming back.

There was no oil in the house at the Prophet's death, but three swords of personal use were hanging on the wall.

On the occasion of the trench warfare, the Muslims dug a fifteen-mile long trench in fifteen days with stones tied to their stomachs and defended Medina on an empty stomach.

Referring to both incidents, Israel's defense minister bought heavy weapons from the United States in the 1973 Arab-Israeli war, saying that even if it provided the nation with only one loaf of bread for 20 years, the world would see only a winner after the war. Not empty stomach

In 1973, we lost Bengal, and Israel increased some of its territories.

There is no water in Israel, they make seawater usable, grow crops from it, drink it, and now they have become so skilled that they are selling the world, even purified water, to purify it. Plants, crops grown on them, animals raised on them and their milk/meat,

Despite being the most extensive canal system, it is sometimes time to import wheat and sugar (which are among our significant crops) despite being primarily an agricultural country.

The Hour will not come until the Muslims fight the Jews and kill them until the Jews hide behind a rock or a tree.

“O Muslims! This Jew is behind me. Come and kill him, except for the tree of Gharqad, because he is one of the trees of the Jews” (Sahih Muslim).

Despite being the world's technology hub, Israel has grown the most trees in the last 50 years. While the number of trees in the rest of the world is declining, Israel is the only country growing.

He (the Antichrist) will come to the babe Lud in Palestine. Jesus (PBUH) will have descended, and here they will kill him ... Hadith

Today, Israel has a military airport in Lud and has excellent security.

So, sir, the thing is that religion is not a chain of feet, nor does a large population hold anyone back. On the contrary, the most vital factor that hinders progress is mental retardation, the thought of not moving forward.

If our prime minister said that women's clothes cause mischief, he would also give some ugly justification for the crimes committed against older women, boys, girls, dead (dead bodies). But in our country, Islam starts with a woman's clothes and ends with four marriages of a man. There is no rule of training or justice, no control of the self and no control over the eyes. There is no question of passing any verse of knowledge, of discovery,

Well, this is a collective matter, which we all blame the government and its policies and acquit our political party and ourselves, but our role as individuals is no more negligible.

We never try to pick up a loser, but we call him so bad that he loses confidence in his return. To get a chance to hit a woman,

Mobile has become very popular; about 30 million people in Pakistan currently use smartphones, but sadly, the top trends in search are cricket series, cricketers, political scandals, controversial and bold actors, education, health. We have nothing to do with research and knowledge. Thanks to Corona, the only "Google classroom" in terms of education is still in trend in 2020.

The epidemic is also considered a "business season" in our country, and things are expected at 4 to 6 times higher prices, oxygen cylinders are missing from the market, and a simple mask is available at 20 to 25.

Of course, not everyone is like that; many people are doing perfect things, retail shops deliver rations to needy homes, schools give free education to poor children, etc.

But all this is not enough. It is like salt in the flour. For development, we all have to move forward, so whatever you are, whatever your status, think of collective benefits, your neighbor, partner, house. Help, employee, friend, brother, make encouragement a motto in every relationship, encourage them to move forward, ignore their mistakes and shortcomings, guide them according to their talent,

We are a very talented nation, and the world is buying our talent ... Via the same mobile, laptop and computer,

Anyone around you has any talent, provide information to sell on the net, guide them on how they can make money by selling this skill, don't limit the intake to yourself, because stagnant water, no matter how good and abundant it is, rots, it becomes impure, so keep sharing, knowledge, conveniences, sweet words, whatever is available to you,

Believe in everything you can get money need a little research, information, so do not use your mobile phone to wait for the magic by writing five in the comments it is a great power you can use it; ideally, you can earn money from it, you can strengthen your family, your nation ...

Rise and do your part to move beyond Israel and developed countries like this so that our next generation can breathe in a developed Pakistan, do your part to make this country safe because

ہیں ہے ناامید اقبال اپنی کشت ویراں سے

ذرا نم ہو تو یہ مٹی بڑی زرخیز ہے ساقی

Pray for progress

[evdarcy]

An Unusual Hero C11S2

Please remember, this is unedited and unfinished, but will hopefully fill in the holes that were left and answer some questions without leaving too many others. HOWEVER I will answer all and any questions if you want to leave me a comment.

Next update - Tuesday 28/06/2021

Sarah had been a barrel of nerves since the call to Edwards; bouncing from one chair to another, running out to reception to see if they had any maps—they had—then plotting four different routes for them tomorrow to Provo just in case.

So after twenty minutes of silence as she sat at the tiny table the room provided writing down who knew what on a piece of paper, Luc was starting to get annoyed. He was about to tell her to get some sleep as he settled down into the bed when as her head shot up.

‘Okay,’ she said, breaking the silence. ‘If you use a basic conversion rate of seventy-pence to the dollar, two and a half million dollars is 1.75million pounds. Do you know what I could buy with that back home? Man, I’d be set for life. Nice big house, no more than half a million, leaving me with just over one and a quarter left…’

‘Really? A big house for half a million?’ He wanted to laugh at the idea. No way could you get anything half decent for that much.

‘Oh, yeah,’ she said with a head bob. ‘Where I live, that would get you at least four, maybe five bedrooms, big garden, couple of reception rooms, driveway, definitely a garage. Although…’ Her words trailed off as she cocked her head to one side, clearly thinking about this imaginary house.

‘Have you noticed, you can’t fit cars in garages of new houses?’

‘What?’

‘New houses. They get built with garages, but you can’t get a car in them. The cars all sit outside them on the driveways and you can see that they’re too wide to go in. No, actually, you probably can get them in,’ she suddenly decided. ‘But then you can’t get out of them—you can’t get the doors open.’

Luc frowned, starting to consider that the silence was better. ‘Then what’s the point?’

‘Exactly!’ she said, throwing down her pencil and standing up. The little stubby piece of wood bounced off the pad and fell to the floor. Luc watched it land under the table, but Sarah was already moving towards the duffel bag with her clothes. ‘So what’s the point of even building them? Surely another usable room would be better—it’d certainly add more value to the house.’

‘Or they could just make them big enough for a car.’ Luc rubbed his eyes as he watched her pull out a set of clothes she was happy with. Why the hell were they discussing cars and garages? He peeked out over his fingertips and watched as Sarah bent over to put on her own pair of sweats. He almost swallowed his tongue when he saw the tiny scrap of fabric she was wearing. It barely covered anything and Luc briefly wondered what the uncensored version would look like. He bit his lip as she pulled the trousers up, covering her generous ass, and swallowed down a mew of disappointment. Her top was pulled off and Luc was rather disappointed by the display there. No lacy cups to see, no slip of a nipple, only a a bland nude coloured sports bra, with fat straps and a wide back held her breasts in place. And they weren’t coming out any time soon, Luc realised as she slipped the clean top over her head and tucked it into her sweatpants.

‘What are you doing?’ he asked as she hopped on one leg and tried to pull the top of her sock over the bottom of the pants.

‘I don’t want… any part of my skin… touching that sheet,’ she said as she tried to get the other sock to do the same. ‘There.’ She stood up, hands in a ta-da moment as if she’d just performed an exceptional piece of gymnastic wizardry.

Luc shook his head. ‘Just get in bed.’ He flicked back the covers and patted the sheet in question. To be fair it wasn’t as bad as she was making out, and while at first he’d had his own misgivings the place was just old rather than dirty. The décor could use updating, but it was clean.

Sarah grabbed another t-shirt as she walked over, and Luc sighed as she laid it out over the pillow. He settled into the bed and turned over, his back to hers as she made herself comfortable under the duvet.

‘Goodnight,’ he said as he leaned up and switched off the lamp. The room descended into darkness and Luc sighed contentedly as he snuggled further into the pillow, willing the Sandman to come sooner rather than later.

‘Luc?’ Sarah’s voice sounded loud in the darkness.

‘Yeah?’

‘Two and a half million isn’t a lot to you is it?’

‘No,’ he sighed. He’d been wondering when she’d get around to that. He’d seen the curious look in her eye all evening. ‘That’s almost my fee per episode for Destiny.’

‘That’s mad.’ Silence fell again, but he knew she wasn’t done. ‘Why do you need so much?’

He huffed as he turned over, propping himself up on his hand as he gazed down at her in the dark. ‘That’s what they offered—well no, that’s a lie,’ he corrected as he recalled Lars throwing back their initial offer, calling it an insult. ‘My agent negotiated. I leave fees and that to him. If people want to pay me that much for me to work, I’m not going to argue with them.’

She turned her head to gaze up at him as he spoke and he felt her eyes considering him. ‘But what do you do with it all? I mean there’s over twenty episodes a series—lets use twenty though—nice round figure and it’s an underestimate so we know the answer will be more.’

‘God, I forgot you’re a maths teacher.’ He rolled onto back and stared at the ceiling as she did the calculations.

‘So twenty lots of two million, that’s forty million a year. Holy shit! And five years…’ she fell quiet again as she realised the vast amount he’d been paid by the network while he’d been on the show. It was one of the reasons he never turned down any of their promo work.

‘What’s the tax rate here?’ she asked.

‘For God’s sake, Sarah,’ he said, losing his temper. ‘Go to sleep.’ He rolled over, his back to her once more.

It wasn’t him who’d wanted to negotiate so much, who had to eek out ever last dime from the networks and studios that hired him, Lars and Linda insisted contracts always went back, that they never accepted the first offer. Sarah was right, however, what the hell did he do with it all?

There were only so many houses they could own, so many cars they could buy. Truth be told, as big and lavish as his penthouse was, as gorgeous as his homes in exotic locations like the Maldives and Fiji, he’d always felt far more at home in Casey’s place. Even Marc’s mansion in Bel Air was too big. It never felt homely. BB’s house was… interesting and unique would be the polite term. Definitely not what he would consider a home though.

‘Luc?’ Sarah whispered, interrupting his thoughts.

‘Um-hm?’

‘Are you gay?’

His eyes flew open at the question. Well, that certainly woke him up. ‘What?’ he spluttered.

‘Do you prefer men? Is Linda a beard? Is that what you get from the marriage?’ Ah, she hadn’t forgotten about their earlier conversation. Damn. He had no idea why he’d said what he had, but it had felt good to tell her. To voice, for once, what everyone saw between he and Linda was a big, fat lie.

‘Oh, my God!’ Sarah exclaimed, sitting up suddenly. She leaned over him, shaking his shoulder slightly and he groaned, burying his face into the pillow, knowing exactly what she was going to say next. ‘The rumours about you and Marc, they’re true!’

‘No!’ he said. He hugged the pillow for a second longer, before finally giving into her shakes and rolling onto his back to face her. She leaned over him and switched on the lamp so she could see him.

‘Oh, c’mon, you can tell me, I mean, who the hell am I going to tell?’

‘I’m not gay.’

‘I think the lady doth protest too much!’ she wiggled her eyebrows jokingly.

‘Honestly, Sarah, I can say hand on heart, I am not gay. I tried it once—’

‘What!’ She shrieked as her eyes went as large as saucers.

‘—not with Marc, but it wasn’t for me.’

‘Prove it,’ she said, making him sigh and roll his eyes. There was only one way he could do that and he wasn’t about to.

‘Nice try,’ he said. She frowned down at him for a second, trying to work out what he meant and when she finally clued in on what she’d said her brows almost flew off her head. Her cheeks flamed red and she quickly retreated to her side of the bed, crossing her arms over her chest, as she muttered, ‘I didn’t mean for you to shag me.’

A wicked thought entered his mind, and he had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop the smile from spread across his face. ‘To be fair,’ he said slowly, ‘I wanted to kiss you in the shop the other day—when I grabbed your ass, I had to stop myself from getting a hard-on.’ He wanted to laugh when her eyes snapped back to his, blinking rapidly. It was almost like watching her mind break. He wondered how much it would take to do so.

‘Then when you were breaking into that cabin, you were on your knees and I had all sorts of thoughts about what you could do while you were down there. I almost kissed you earlier, but you had to charge the phone…’ He let that one sink in just for a moment.

‘You— you were—’ she stumbled as she tried to find the words.

‘Yup,’ he said, smirking as he rolled over. He had to carefully arrange himself so as not to show he was getting aroused right then, especially when the image of her bent over just a few minutes ago popped back into his mind.

‘Oh, and by the way,’ he added as he reached up and switched the light off again. ‘Robson is totally gay and wants my body.’

The strangled cry from Sarah made him laugh heartily as he snuggled back into the covers.

Any questions, please drop them in the comments. Next update on Tuesday!