Kamran Mehmood
Bio
Freelance content writer,Ghost writer| Teacher
Reading and writing are my cognative enhancers.
writing of orginility
Trying to explore world with beautiful words.
Stories (30/0)
Love triangle
I am really passionate about birds; I adore all of them. I built a little aviary on my house's roof, where I and my various birds lived peacefully, but at the beginning they were fighting each other, creating a war-like situation every time, and breaking each other's eggs, so no one Australian parrot successfully hatched and grew.
By Kamran Mehmood 2 years ago in Fiction
How do you stop your child from being stubborn?
There are several defects in children's personalities, one of which is stubbornness. Stubbornness occurs when youngsters refuse to adapt and hold rigidly to their own decisions. According to the Cambridge dictionary “A stubborn person is determined to do what he or she wants and refuses to do anything else.”
By Kamran Mehmood 2 years ago in Families
Do you lack consistency or lose interest in things?
Do you have a lack of permanence in your personality? This means that you are not able to maintain your work for an extended period of time. For example, if your friend is a programmer and you want to learn to code, you start learning but after a while, you get bored and leave. Then you see another person doing another work and you wish you could do it, so you start learning the basics but after a while, you get bored and leave it too. And then you wonder why it constantly happens to me for this, so you start watching movies or utilizing social media platforms, and there you see someone with a nice body and smart abs, and you think you know what! I'm free, so why not join Gem? So you joined this, then after two or three weeks, you became bored and quit.
By Kamran Mehmood 2 years ago in Motivation
Things are coming to life.
When I heard the sound of air while sitting in the bright sunlight absorbing vitamin D, the window in my head opened and old memories flooded in like a tsunami after a big storm. I was drowning in the old days when butterflies danced in the air, birds chirping on the balcony of the house simply felt like classical songs with less music, flowers bloomed simply like our village's bride on the bed in bright red color with heavy makeup, shy eyes, heads down in shawl, trees were lush green just like painting in drawing, everything was shine bright like the eyes of the beautiful young girl, bees buzzing in the ear was put extra doses for relaxation. When I am free of thoughts, I understand that it is coming those old days in the village, when everything rebirths, everything renews, and then something awakens from a long sleep.
By Kamran Mehmood 2 years ago in Fiction