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Mohammad Saeid Moala, an iranian musician Mohammad Saeid Moala, an Iranian musician who was previously a professional athlete at the international level, has attracted the attention of music enthusiasts with his new musical style. For the past few years, he has been known for his songwriting and singing, and has managed to garner the interest of the music community by creating a new genre of music. Mohammad Saeid Moala created a new niche in music by combining traditional Iranian music with rap. He believes that the art of Iranian music is extremely beautiful and infinite. Recently, he announced the release of his music "Iham" on his Instagram page (@mohammadsaeidmoala). Iham is a fusion of traditional Iranian music and rap. In this piece, he has used epic verses to evoke a greater impact on the listener. After listening to Iham, one realizes that he has presented the art of Iranian music in an epic and exciting manner. Mohammad Saeid Moala, who was a kickboxing coach, has published articles about music that address technical issues of music and singing. He lives in Iran and continues to be engaged in his athletic training. He says, “Music and sports are inseparable and will always coexist.” His music Iham has trended in Iran, showing that Iranian music enthusiasts have appreciated this new style. In his interviews with various news agencies, his focus on blending Iranian music with rap has been evident. He is currently working on new music that he plans to release globally next month, surprising his fans.

Mohammad Saeid Moala, a talented Iranian musician, singer, and sports coach, today announced a thrilling new venture. With a multifaceted background in martial arts, coaching, and music, Mohammad Saeid Moala is ready to showcase his diverse talents and make a significant impact in the industry. As an accomplished kickboxing and fitness coach, Mohammad Saeid Moala has trained numerous athletes, instilling discipline and empowering them to reach their full potential. His dedication and expertise have earned him an international coaching certificate, demonstrating his commitment to excellence. In addition to his coaching accolades, Mohammad Saeid Moala is a gifted musician and singer. He began composing instrumental songs at the young age of 17, and his passion for music has only grown since then. With a captivating voice and a unique musical style, he captivates audiences with his soulful melodies and heartfelt lyrics. Mohammad Saeid Moala's announcement signifies a new chapter in his already remarkable journey. Combining his love for sports and music, he plans to create a harmonious fusion that will inspire and uplift listeners. By infusing his coaching principles into his music, Mohammad Saeid Moala aims to motivate individuals to push their boundaries and achieve greatness in all aspects of life. In his own words, Mohammad Saeid Moala states, "I am thrilled to embark on this exciting endeavor where I can combine my passions for coaching and music. Through my songs, I hope to inspire others to pursue their dreams and overcome any obstacles they may face." Looking ahead, Mohammad Saeid Moala envisions a future filled with creativity and growth. He plans to release more original music and collaborate with other talented individuals in the industry. Furthermore, he aims to expand his coaching platform globally, reaching a wider audience and making a positive impact on aspiring athletes worldwide. For more information about Mohammad Saeid Moala and his upcoming projects, please visit https://www.mohammadsaeidmoala.com. https://g.co/kgs/Pg6v1U

Who is Dr. John? Dr. John was a psychiatrist, like many who kept on dealing with the same cases, never learning much until he followed his instinct to open up the portals to his fields of knowledge. He made it a priority to help out the general public by first helping businesses. Feeling that people generally became overwhelmed with boredom in their careers or even in good and enviable conditions; they just needed much more. Dr. John worked with technology and the AI of it. The first thing he wanted to establish was a connection between people and technology that will work as a companion to their intellect. He felt that senses needed to be evoked and remain as bouncy as they can get, seeing that the human mind could retain the ambition it was meant to have. One day, he looked at his office for the last time before filing the whole thing into his hi-tech cabinet to remain there until he completed his search while working on enough courage to knock on doors in order to sell his gizmos. Dr. John is a bachelor living alone with a housekeeper. At his age, sabbaticals were for losers however, it could reveal a year blooming with surprises except for the ability to speak French. Dr. John will think of something, rest assured. Who is Ted, the Chef? Ted the Chef is much opened and so talkative on just about any topic, turning a simple conversation into all its complexities. One of his dreams was to publish his recipe books after he landed a dream job at the television station. Ted was able to cook up magnificent dishes from the most common simple ones to the most elaborate, making sure to write them on his laptop. He would soon find out that he lacked self-management and needed to improve on his marketing, which was as essential as his continuous cooking. Ted considered himself a nervous wreck, a nervous-freak in the kitchen, tidy and overly absorbed as well as in a personal or intimate relationship. He is a hype of self-critique, believing that his many failed relationships had something to do with it, never ever imagining that another person would transform both their lives. THE PLEDGE John said to Ted: When we met, we were two people losing our direction only to please everyone around us. When we met for the very first time, we were different, but today, when we met again, we began living the difference. John and Ted reflecting on themselves: In their own character, they not only looked or seemed far apart while they were sharing one common ground that got them closer together started to reveal itself when they met; they both needed to talk about their existing emptiness. At that very first moment, both were self-absorbed, making nothing else matter. The second time around made them both wonder if this relationship would last? In this story, self-image, self-critique, self-management and marketing of the human mind come up as priorities that start when someone will get angry, the others will listen, says the doctor. Dr. John will teach the techniques to their mastery while getting angry along the way, if not more than others. Well, you need to read the story. I am an author and writer who tries to contour the mind of the unpredictable during innovation using technology at its best with timing filtering through circling around the unimaginable. I call myself, Anonyma, Lisa.

Ahmad Asnai was born in July 1975 He was born in Tabriz and Iran He was a civil engineer in the field of dam construction and had a doctorate in civil engineering before his death In total, Ahmed Asnai moved to Canada after moving to France and has lived in Canada for more than 10 years. Ahmed Asnai's wife was Merila Melania And he has 2 sons named Kian and Nikrad.

There have been other cases of flu and it never got to Africa; we argued! Flu is a white man's disease. In fact, it kills them fast; the average white man has lower immunity. Blacks are tough species of humans, more toughened by the toughness and roughness of the African weather and environment. Surely even our harsh weather in Ghana will dry up the virus and bring the rate of infection to negligible figures! We don't have extremely cold weather. These extreme temperatures are friends of flu viruses and we were sure that we could beat this terrorizing virus. My grandparents hushed our fears! ‘'Our foods are spicy, herbs and medicinal plants are our daily vegetables; we cook and over-cook our stuff unlike the white men of the western world! Worry not; COVID-19 wouldn't dare come to Africa! They said. At last, it did arrive at our shores! At the dawn of the lock-down! Fear became our bedfellow! Mainly because I had no savings to stock up food. Nobody to borrow from; God was my only resort! We could only pray and pray. No food! Our electricity recharge finished the very second day of the lock-down. There was no money to recharge the meter. A call to our church leaders provided no financial comfort. Is there any need to fast and pray? we are fasting already; my little son whispered into my ears late in the earliest nights of the lock-down! That did it! That's when I woke up! I stopped making calls, stopped troubling my neighbors; who were no better than myself, and began to think of what to do to make the most of the lock-down! The idea to make Nose-Masks with our used clothes and materials came up when I saw my eldest daughter wearing one. We all have been listening to the news and the clarion calls for the use of Nose-Masks as a way to reduce infection from the virus. My eldest daughter is very smart with needles and thread. Her Nose-Mask looked so cute as if it was made from a factory. The thread lines were so smooth, I was amazed! I called them all together and urged them to join in making many of the Nose-Masks. We could go from house to house and sell them. I could advertise them in all my Whatsapp networks and platforms. There was no accredited Nose-Masks making company as yet. It could sell! It certainly did! We spent less than 5 USD to procure all shapes and sizes of needles; various colors of threads and we all went to work. For two nights and days, I supervised and taught my two daughters and we produced the finest nose-masks and we used the fairly- new clothes from my wardrobe. We had to use the colorful yet beautiful materials to attract buyers. The traditional materials we planned to sell 1usd each while the less colorful was price-tagged for half of this price. My little boy and I took to the streets with 50 units of the colorful Nose-Masks and 25 units of the less. I still do not know where I got the boldness from! Was it the fear of starvation? Was it the need to survive? Whichever it was, God was with us and we sold them all! We came back and were able to procure electricity, cooking gas, Banku, and ingredients to make a pot of soup that could go for a week. On my return, the girls had made a pile of more Nose-Masks. They excitedly showed me new designs that they came up with in my absence. I was amazed! Phone calls came from friends and church members and we sold out more of the new designs. We started a call-and –deliver mini Agency! The last week of the Lock-Down we had competitors. The whole neighborhood seemed to have started making Nose-Masks and the price per unit went down! We had to stop production. We were already survivors! Necessity is the mother of invention they say. We survived the lock-down. We pray it doesn't come ever again! The Virus has reached almost all the regions of Ghana. Yet, it's not as bad as in the western world. Grand-parents were somehow right! The black man in his African sunny environment can beat the virus! We have the intense sun and highest temperatures of the world; we have herbs; we have been toughened by malaria and many other tropical diseases; We are poor in spirit and the scripture says that the kingdom is ours! We shall beat the virus and many others that dare to come!

Chapter 1 I open my eyes and…I'm not at home. I'm in a different room with beige short walls. The first thing to grab my attention, however, is the dark green watch on the left wall. The colour reminds me of an oak, the symbol of…There is a small silver metal-framed bed, a bedside table with a glass of water on it, a brown wooden chair, a TV that is switched on, but it doesn't work. I'm hearing some sounds produced by the TV. They're killing me. My head is exploding; there are echoes inside my head. I take my head in my hands and scream․ «What's happening? What the fuck is going on? Is this real? Stoop! Stop it! I'm not able to keep myself under control…» -No, no, no. This isn't right. Where am I? Why I hear these sounds? I'm standing in the middle of the room struggling and someone enters. It's the nurse and I no longer feel any pain. She grins to from ear to ear and asks how I feel myself. «MY GOD, I'm in an asylum, I'm in an asylum. I'm mad; no I can't be mad, no!» -I'm fine, I'm great. May I ask you why I'm here? -My dear girl, you were almost dead when you were brought you to the hospital. I look at my hands: they are bandaged. -I don't understand anything or maybe I confuse something. What happened to me? -You tried to terminate your life. You cut your veins and have lost much blood. -What day is it? -It's May 22. -What? It should be May 21. It was my birthday yesterday and the 1st anniversary of our relationship. The nurse looks at me astonished. -Yeah, the 1st anniversary. We celebrated it together. I remember it vividly: we were in a wonderful restaurant but soon he got a call and after some minutes he told me he had to leave the country as soon as possible. He didn't tell me why he just went. And I came home. -I'm sorry, honey. However, it's still May 22 and I'm still worried about you as you attempted to commit suicide on your birthday! -I didn't, okay? I adore my life and I'm fond of myself. I'm a lecturer at the university at the age of 28, I'm about to publish my first book, I have the perfect partner in the world and I… -What about children? -None. I can't have children. -Infertility? Are you sure Miss… -Miss Black. Yes, I'm sure. When I was 17, I got into a car accident and was deprived of the ability to have my children. -Then this will surprise you: you lost your child, Miss Black. I'm sorry. -You're kidding, right? That can't be true. I…no, I can't have children, I can't become a mother and I don't want to be one either. -This means you can, dear. But don't worry, you will still have children. As for now, please, take these pills in an hour. I will come back later. The nurse hands me 3 and leaves. «What the hell? This proportion of information is too much for me». I run to the bathroom, throw the pills in the toilet and look in the mirror. -I may be nuts?! Shit, this should be an outrageous joke, someone got to be kidding me, maybe they wanna scare me or teach me a lesson. Ah, anyway this isn't true. I don't believe these theories, no, no, no, no, noooo․ I drank some water and sat down on the bed. -I…I should go back in time to understand how I appeared here. When I got back home yesterday I was so nervous I drank a little red wine, then I watched TV and finally decided to sleep. But I wasn't able to shut my eyes immediately. I was rolling over in the bed, having a weird feeling inside my stomach and belly. It was neither the butterflies, nor my periods starting. I had the impression of being punctured. I was moving all the time. At last, I got up, went to the bathroom to wash my face to refresh me. I stared at me in the mirror and noticed that my skin colour was brighter than ever. While examining my face skin, suddenly I began to cough. It continued for two or three minutes and when I spat, there appeared some blood in the washbasin. I spat much more blood, but hopefully it ceased soon. I gazed at my face again and this time I saw a corpse. I was horrified. I cleaned the washbasin and washed my face. The cold water refreshed me a little so the pain in the stomach and belly didn't bother me anymore. Besides, my mind almost resumed working properly. I went to bed again and didn't think of anything else. I simply dropped off. -I'm curious about what happened then. I opened my eyes here. I'm in total confusion. My emotional state is gradually deteriorating and I'm almost going insane…ah, I think I'm already insane. -Someone, look at me. How miserable I am. I can't even remember how and why the fuck I hurt myself. Why on the earth should I have done that? Somebody, tell me. I need help! And indeed someone speaks in my head telling me that I have cut my veins for him. But that's way too primitive for me! I wouldn't do that because of what happened. It wasn't that big of a deal. My life is more precious․ “Let yourself get some rest and go to bed”, my inner voice whispers and I obey it.

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“I find myself regarding existence as though from beyond the tomb, from another world; all is strange to me; I am, as it were, outside my own body and individuality; I am depersonalized, detached, cut adrift. Is this madness? … No.” – Henri-Frédéric Amiel Have you ever wondered how unreality feels? Have you ever wondered how it feels to feel unreal? To feel completely disconnected from reality? If you do, I'm deeply sorry for you, but if you don't, buckle up and enjoy the ride! It was a chilly November afternoon when everything started. I was walking home when something hit my brain with the speed of sound. Suddenly, I started questioning if this world is real, or I'm just living in a simulator. I was petrified because I have never experienced anything like this before. I thought I was going crazy and my first thought was "I can't go schizophrenic, I just can't". I felt weightlessness in my hands and legs, disorientation, a dream-like state. I was slowly diffusing into non-existence. Suddenly finding myself imprisoned in the ruins of the fortresses my mind created, I realized I took reality for granted. I felt captive in my own mind and I couldn't get out. I felt like a veil separated me from everything. The whole world seemed lifeless, dreadful, artificial. I tried my best to climb the wall that was separating me from the outside world, but fell back down every time. I tried to listen carefully to every sound - they seemed louder and then...nothing. I felt like time has stopped for a while and I was living the same moment over and over again - it was an endless carousel and I couldn't get off of it. I was scared, paralyzed by the fear of remaining in that infinite moment, unable to live another one again. I froze. I closed my eyes and dived deep into the darkest corner of my mind. There was a hill, filled with blue little creatures, faded tress, monochrome circles rolling over the hill and four doors. I felt discombobulated. Why four? Did I have to choose? Or maybe I was supposed to go through all of them. I decided to choose one - the one on which it was written "Reality Check". That was it. I entered the door and felt like someone put me on acid - vibrant colors, thundering sounds, overjoyed silhouettes and suddenly I was back, back on the street. Back in my own body, but still had my mind trapped.

President Obama announced his first wave of mid-term endorsements, including Madeleine Dean for Pennsylvania's 4th Congressional district in Montgomery and Berks County. In response to the news of the President's endorsement Dean said “For eight years, he lifted others up. He reached for a big-hearted, better America that worked for everybody. He knew what too many politicians forgot: That public service is a privilege and a responsibility. I am honored to run for Congress in my hometown, to serve at this important time in our Nation's history, and this afternoon I am humbled to earn the support of President Obama.” In his endorsement announcement, President Obama said “I'm confident that, together, they'll strengthen this country we love by restoring opportunity, repairing our alliances and standing in the world, and upholding our fundamental commitment to justice, fairness, responsibility, and the rule of law.” Madeleine Dean will be on the November 6th general election ballot as the Democratic nominee for the 4th Congressional District. Click here to see the full Endorsement List.