He loved his wife madly and she loved him and hugged him. He lived in great happiness. He loved them for many years before marriage, but God did not give them a child, so they felt pain, so the world does not give everyone what they want. The wife was sterile, had no children and never gave birth, satisfied with God's spending and ability and wisdom lived long years with each other and did not complain to the husband despite his longing for children and eager to become a father, did not try to embarrass her or say something because he was madly loved, but he also wanted A child inherits and compensates and she loves him and tries to please in all ways and try to happiness and But start getting bored.


 
He went to that day to my mother, a gazelle, the mother asked him, "What's wrong with you, my son?" He told her that he was a doctor and told him that his wife was not giving birth again.

What do you say, my son, because your wife can have children?
Yes, my mother, the doctor told me that day ??
And what will you do ?? He divorced her, Farid, and married another woman. She is like the land that is without hope and hope.
But I love her, Mom.
What do you say? Do you love a poor person who has no hope and no benefit? See yourself, do not sing Hunger or starve from hunger, you will not get from love to a boy carrying your name, my son.
Farid thinks about the words of his mother so much that love will not give him a real child, and he will live his whole life without a child bearing his name and here he thought about marrying another and not releasing them, but the expenses of life and his salary will not allow him to open two houses. And the new wife was designed to go and her husband to the doctor and are conducting full examinations to sweat the cause she wants to be a mother did not hesitate to know the husband himself well It is valid and checked before there is no objection to him from the Ing Dad was probably the new wife.


And the doctor told him that his first wife asked him to keep the matter secret between them so as not to feel the lack of embarrassment and embarrassment, and was not sterile, but sacrificed She is happy for him and she preferred to be a poor woman and not a priest of a way to live with him and do not embarrass him and never make him feel inferior.

 

And here the second wife was raised to her husband seeking divorce, she will not link her life with a husband who is not going to achieve happiness and will not make her mother, he is a husband is hopeless and will not have a child, and after he divorced Fred went to his first wife trying to return to the Umma and apologize to live with him as a husband He did not have a child and no hope for him in recovery, but he was surprised that she had been married and provided by God with three twins. The wife was not sterile, but was natural and was rewarded by God for her patience and did not disgrace her because she was patient and tolerated but the husband rewarded him for doing it. He lost his wife whom she loved to the point of sacrificing her happiness for him and knew His truth and that he will not be a father who is barren ..

I do not regret any sacrifice ..

For you or for past days ..

Or lost memories escaping from my fugitive.

I'm not resting on a past life.

It is very beautiful digital art

Seeing your picture, the first thing that came to mind was the speed. At high speed, the bumblebee flies to the open flowers through a mountain stream. The beautiful picture is like a living one.

Hi @xpilar, the blackout of my country, prevented me from publishing before.

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## Emociones
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Nunca había sentido tal satisfacción en su vida, su desapego por la realidad parecía esfumarse por momentos, era una increíble emoción, sentía la endorfina correr por todo su cuerpo, erizando su piel y acelerando su respiración, la sensación era indescriptible.

Se alejó cuatro pasos para ver su creación, y vino a su mente sus días de guardería en Perseo 10, cuanto tiempo había pasado de eso, recordaba las largas horas de juegos e  instrucciones de las nodrizas y el poco interés que para él, tenia todo aquello, no es que fuera malo en los estudios, por el contrario, siempre se destacó, incluso fue el primero de su grupo en ser asignado a la academia a los siete años, siempre se sintió atraído por la pintura y la escultura, más que un gusto académico sentía una extraña fascinación por aquello, era más un gusto visceral que intelectual.

Su formación como artista plástico fue corta, siempre se destacó tanto en arte digital como en diseño en 3D y construcción de fractales, pero también era muy hábil usando técnicas manuales, pintura, escultura, serigrafía, entre otras. Sin embargo, su notoria carrera en la academia y en su posterior actividad laboral, no revestía el mayor interés para él, simplemente no le importaba lo bien que le estuviera yendo ni lo exitoso que fuera, le era irrelevante. Sentía que su vida transcurría en automático, como si la viera desde afuera, como si no fuera él.

Se agachó y vio con agrado su creación, tal cantidad de tonalidades de verdes, rosa, rojo carmesí, amarillos, purpuras y el contraste con la coloración gris profunda de las rocas y el intenso azul del cielo, iluminado por el deslumbrante blanco de aquella estrella, le hizo pensar que definitivamente, venir a este mundo fue su mejor decisión, jamás pudo contemplar tal belleza en Perseo.

Ya empezaba a atardecer, a diferencia de Perseo, aquel agradable mundo tenia ciclos de día y noche, de unas dieciocho horas cada uno, los tonos naranja y rojo de la luz del ocaso, deba una, aun más hermosa coloración a su obra, a pesar de eso aquel paraje ya empezaba a aburrirlo, y su emoción comenzaba a desaparecer, la sensación era efímera, ahora debía decidir si esta extraña emoción pasajera, valía tanto esfuerzo, como para repetirla.

Se incorporó, recogió sus herramientas, se quitó el sobre todo plástico que cubría su ropa de las manchas, lo enrolló y guardó en el bolso con las herramientas, aquí en este hermoso sitio quedaría su creación secándose y haciéndose parte de la naturaleza de este mundo. 

Dio un último vistazo a su trabajo y pensó que, si valía la pena el esfuerzo, debería repetir esta experiencia, por más complicada y engorrosa que fuera, el resultado por primera vez lo hacía sentirse satisfecho de algo hecho con sus manos, sentirse orgulloso.

Bruno se alejó, dando la espalda a la extraña pila, formada de las partes corporales de uno de los tantos ciervos traídos de Perseo, que poblaban los bosques de aquel planeta, había dedicado toda la tarde a destazar aquel enorme animal y reorganizar sus partes de una forma que le pareció más agradable a la vista en su torcida estética.

Mientras caminaba, pensaba que tal vez un ciervo no era lo mejor para expresarse, había formas más hermosas en la naturaleza que le podría permitir expresar mejor su arte, tendría que seguir experimentando hasta conseguir algo mejor, pero ya tenia algunas ideas de por dónde empezar.

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## Emotions
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He had never felt such satisfaction in his life, his detachment from reality seemed to vanish at times, it was an incredible emotion, he felt the endorphin running all over his body, ruffling his skin and accelerating his breathing, the feeling was indescribable.

Four steps away to see his creation, and came to mind his days of kindergarten in Perseus 10, how much time had passed that, he remembered the long hours of games and instructions of wet nurses and the little interest that for him, had everything On the contrary, he always stood out, he was even the first of his group to be assigned to the academy at the age of seven, he was always attracted to painting and sculpture, more than an academic taste felt a strange fascination for that, it was more a visceral than intellectual pleasure.

His training as a plastic artist was short, he always excelled in digital art as well as in 3D design and fractal construction, but he was also very skilled using manual techniques, painting, sculpture, silk screen printing, among others. However, his notorious career in the academy and in his later work, did not have the greatest interest for him, he simply did not care how good he was going or how successful it was, it was irrelevant. He felt that his life was happening automatically, as if he saw it from outside, as if it were not him.

He crouched down and saw his creation with pleasure, so many shades of green, pink, crimson red, yellow, purple and the contrast with the deep gray color of the rocks and the intense blue of the sky, illuminated by the dazzling white of that star , made him think that definitely, coming to this world was his best decision, he could never contemplate such beauty in Perseus

It was already dusk, unlike Perseus, that pleasant world had cycles of day and night, of about eighteen hours each, the orange and red tones of the light of the sunset, must one, even more beautiful coloring to his work, to Despite that, that place was beginning to bore him, and his emotion began to disappear, the feeling was ephemeral, now he had to decide if this strange transient emotion was worth so much effort, as to repeat it.

He got up, picked up his tools, took off the plastic envelope that covered his clothes from the stains, rolled it up and put it in his bag with the tools, here in this beautiful place his creation would be drying up and becoming part of the nature of this world .

He took one last look at his work and thought that, if it was worth the effort, he should repeat this experience, however complicated and cumbersome it was, the result for the first time made him feel satisfied with something done with his hands, feeling proud.

Bruno went away, turning his back on the strange pile, formed of the body parts of one of the many deer brought from Perseus, who inhabited the forests of that planet, had spent the whole afternoon cutting off that enormous animal and rearranging its parts. a form that seemed more pleasing to the eye in its twisted aesthetics.

While walking, I thought maybe a deer was not the best to express itself, there were more beautiful ways in nature that could allow him to express his art better, he would have to keep experimenting until he got something better, but he already had some ideas for where to start.

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Thanks for your support @xpilar, I hope the story has been to your liking

Beautiful design @xpilar

Cheating Husband
A 34 year old married woman with two children comes to me to work in the lab for years and to talk to me sometimes. She complains to me some of her concerns and I listen to her with a big heart. I love to listen to people's complaints a lot and their problems will not be denied. They love listening to them. She told me that she is sad for her and her son. The boy is 9 years old. The child is not normal and psychologically complex. I wonderfully wondered why she told me what she saw and saw.


 
The lake responded harshly and misunderstood, saying:


 
- What did the child see?

She looked at me for a long time and took a deep breath and said:

- The problems were many with my husband for years and we were always quarreling because of his lies and deception and not to tell the truth and the problems and lack of understanding at the time I asked him to divorce because I was tired of differences and one day my husband came and told me that I was dressed in one of the genies of the jinn and gold is required with him to remove the jinn from My body and then she paused to look at me with fear and shame.

 

And here I do not deny I felt the enthusiasm of the topic seems interesting Jn and Apharit and the beauty of the beauty I smiled for her to complete the question:

- What happened?

Looked at me and breathed deeply, it seems that it really is a bad memory for women and do not want to remember it or it is the first time you tell about it and then completed:

I knew that I had nothing, so I read the Qur'an and persisted in my prayer and nothing but it is the deceiver and the fraudster, but I wanted to congratulate him because he told me that the Shaykh is the one who will separate me from him and so I am forced to do so. I refused to tell anyone of my family and I took my son with me. My mother did not even ask me and know something we went to an old house and we entered the house of the Sheikh sat on the ground with my husband took the Sheikh read some pictures of the Koran and I heard very normal was not affected by anything.

I did not say anything, and if the shaykh hit me with a stick of bamboo firmly on my feet and took a hit at me and I cried hard from the force of the strike and shouted because the beating was strong and the Sheikh said loudly:

- You are dressed in aphrite is the one who let you live the words of your husband and hit the sprite and I scream from the pain and tell him that the beating hurts but he does not stop beating and say I hit the elves go out of your body and hear the words of your husband and his wife and silent watching watching the beating and the exit of the sprite from my body and my son screaming I feel every blow on my body and know that I am not dressed and nothing and the man is a liar and I came out of him and my body all signs of the impact of the disobedient and the liars on my legs and my hand and my back I felt very pain ..

I stopped talking and I could not stop laughing and I imagine the scene in front of me so much that she was crying and made me cry with her saying:

- I know that my husband is the one who agreed with the man to make that ridiculous representation to make me retract the divorce with the subject of this elf. I could not tell my family anything .. I did not ask for a divorce again and did not open the subject not for him but for my children it is not worth.

In fact, she tells me that I also feel as a representative of her husband to frighten her to retreat from the subject of divorce and stop the problems and the question, the dressed person does not feel any hit and does not start beating the Sheikh only when the jinn talks inside the person and wants him to go out but I did not say anything but understand itself and this hurts ..

 

I do not know why the person does not face himself and his truth and the other side, why lies and deception and even representation in human relations and how to do that husband and his wife and where he brought the idea of ​​this diabolical, the devil admitted something will ask people to teach him some tricks and the best to complete his life with them has become an old way Very and ineffective with the methods and innovations of the worst human beings of his methods God and yes agent in every deceitful fraudster manipulates the feelings and emotions of people to his advantage.

Very good image with taking images from an interesting angle. resulting in stunning quality photography. I really enjoy this photography, it's really classy.

Congratulations @xpilar!
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Hello @xpilar, the digital image that you are displaying is very stunning. the color is very good. and very good also to be described. according to my description of your digital image, it shows that living life must always be uplifting and unyielding. live life like a plant on a hill.

and even though there are many stones around these plants, they still grow. and even though he was in the middle of the ocean, he also continued to grow. also with this human life. must take the example of such plants.

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Visiting the patient story 

Raun is a small, high-spirited and virtuous girl who obeys her parents and everyone she knows must love her. Every day Rowan awakens early to pray morning prayers, then goes to breakfast, then arranges her bed and prepares herself for school.


 
Before she goes to school, her father and mother go to school. When she starts school today, during each lesson Rowan listens to all her teachers. She loves all the teachers.


 
One day Fatima friend of Rowan missed the school day and learned Rowan from the rest of her friends that Fatima was sick so all the girls decided to go to Fatima's house to check on her, and on time to visit that time agreed upon by the girlfriends, and after she had taken every girl from her family, Fatema.

The girls said to Fatima ask God Almighty, Lord of the Great Throne to heal you and advised the girls Fatima to come out charity, said the Messenger of Allah peace be upon him (Dawa your illness charity).

After that, she asked the girls to leave the house and return home to their homes. Rawan's mother said to her daughter: "I have not returned from visiting Fatima.

Visit Ahmed and Salem to Omar
One day, Salem told his friend Ahmed that Omar had been absent for almost two days. Ahmed said he was sick. His father told me that when I happened to meet him, Salem said, "How do you tell me, Ahmed?"

Ahmed said I did not see any importance in the matter, he will be cured after several days and will return to the school and no benefit from his visit, said Salim Ahmed visit patient is obligatory and we have ordered the Islamic religion to visit each patient.

Ahmed said if come after the end of the school day go and ask him and visit Salem, and after the end of the school went Salem and Ahmad to the house Omar and visited him and said to him, God bless you, Omar What happened with you?

Omar said I have been infected with the flu and associated pain in the throat and some cold and fever has taken the medicine prescribed by the doctor and I feel good and thank God.

Salem and Ahmed presented a simple gift for the age of joy and thank them very much and after a while ask Ahmed and Salam of Omar to return each of them to his home and even leave my life to rest and recover is sick and the patient needs rest and calm to recover and recover quickly.

Salim said: "The Messenger of Allaah (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) said: 'Whoever visited a patient, let him ease it.'" "We wish you a quick recovery and we will meet soon in school, dear friend, and we will help you in the lessons that you missed.

What a great view to look at you are outstanding

The source of nature.
a beautiful place,
He is the source of nature,
All the plants are born here,
Then open the branches and leaves.
Daily morning,
Everyone chasing the sun and getting up,
Chatting with each other,
When the sun goes down,
Everyone to rest.
Very happy days.

Beautiful green leaf city.

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Princess and Golden Ball 
nice imagination photo @xpilar

There was a young prince and beautiful view and view, this prince abused the evil witch, was angry with him a lot and turned him to a frog, and the evil witch transferred the prince who turned the frog to a well located in the palace of a king of kings.


 
When the sun rose and the weather turned into warm air, the little king's daughter came along and received a gold ball in the air and held it again. So the frog saw the princess playing the golden ball under the bright sun.


 
Suddenly, as the princess was playing, the princess's ball hit a stone and fell into the well. The princess looked into the well and saw the golden ball sink into the well.

The frog came out of the well water and said, "Princess, I will bring you your gold crown, but what will you give me in return? Princess?" Said the princess, "What do you want?" The frog said, "I want nothing but to love me and eat from your dish and drink in your cup." After giving me the golden ball, you will not find me, ugly frog.

The frog brought the golden ball with his mouth and gave it to the princess who took it quickly and ran away, ignoring all her promises to the frog, and went up to the palace and was happy to return her golden ball.

The next day, while the king and all his family at the dining table were having a delicious dinner, the door of the frog door told the king of his story with the princess and her golden ball.

The princess said to his daughter, You have to die with all the promise of my two pieces, my little girl. The princess carried the frog and put it on the dining table. The princess had to eat and drink because her father ordered her to fulfill all her promise.

After dinner, the frog slept in the princess's bed. In the morning the princess woke up, but she did not find the frog that she thought was gone and would not return again. In the evening and dinner, the frog returned and ate, drank, slept and repeated for three consecutive days.

When the princess woke up, she found a prince and a sleeper asleep in her bed. When the prince awoke from his sleep, he told the princess about the story of his conversion to an ugly frog. How a princess had to love him sincerely to return to his body as a young prince after eating on her plate and drinking from her cup for three consecutive days. Cast by the evil witch.

The prince returned to his first appearance as a beautiful young man with a beautiful look. The prince said to the beautiful princess: "Do you agree to marry me and live with me in my father's palace?"

The princess immediately agreed. The prince took her father to the king and told the prince the story. Then the prince presented the beautiful princess's speech. The king agreed to the marriage and blessed the prince and prince's marriage.

The Princess and Princess took a happy life filled with joy, contentment and satisfaction.

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Because it has not yet accomplish doesn't mean it is not possible.

There is a World which is difficult for many to define, some says is not fear, while some says is a wicked world because of what is going around and outside, news of killings, lives were lost daily, some called that world a hellishly living on earth due to unpleasant situation they had or currently experiencing now.

The terms worlds, might be  explained in different ways, the earth, together with all of its countries and peoples, the earth a particular region or group of countries, the earth; 
human and social interaction etc, based on ones experience will defined the world or universal in its own language or meaning.

Few years ago, life was treating many unfair, hope seem lost even where seem there would be suitable support was failed, but still many people we living in a world of crazy which anything and everything might turn around for good, but alot still in doubting that there are not or very scarce kindness and generosity and supportive, but in the journey of life which has no definite cause or direction something wonder's might wave in or out we call it life.

I always thought life might be fair and might not something, depending on how you see it and hoping for better change, few years ago many of us met with a kindness and support and encouragement person who always encourage others to keep thriving towards her goals without minding the present situations but to always looking forward to better day, we many of us meet him, through his act of kindness and support he put smile on face's of men's, those who thought life has no good people in it were convinced there are good and kindness man on earth to support your efforts and make you happy by his encouragement.

There is a says that, there will be light at the end of tunnel" many were in dark world as the earth seem difficult and unreal but ever since many people met or let me says came across this kind and generous man , life has begin to reflect on faces of many which I am part and parcel of the benefit from this kind man! I will forever be grateful and thankful for this man for his encouragement, support and help in diverse ways, the person am talking about in person of Snr. @xpilar for helping and feed many minnows here in this new world "STEEMIT" very much appreciated God bless.

Thanks for be a blessing to many of us here in Steemit World. Thanks for share your art and design skills with us.

Regards
@davidad 

Takk

great digital-art