I didn't feel much like it today, but still decided to go for a run🏃🏼♀️. Once i was underway it felt great. Also very happy with the result😃🙃. Have a nice evening💕 #instarunners#running#hardlopen#owom
السلام عليكم ورحمة الله وبر كا ته..
🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸 Apa kabar sahabat wa sahabati semua..?
Semoga selalu dalam lindungan Allah SWT.. Aamiin..
Bingung mau masak apa dan bosen masak itu terus????😱😱😱 Hari ini ada *OWOM* (One Week One Menu) yang membuat kita bisa menikmati masakan tersebut dan membuat doyan lohh🍴🍴🍴 *Telur Dadar Gulung Sosis* .
📍3 butir telur, kocok lepas beri garam, merica, kaldu ayam secukupnya
📍2 buah sosis, rebus sebentar
📍1 batang daun bawang, (cincang halus)
📍1 buah cabai merah besar, buang biji (cincang halus)
📍1 sdm tepung terigu
📍1 sdm fiber creme + 30ml air putih matang atau bisa di ganti 30ml susu cair
Cara membuat :
1. Kocok rata semua bahan (kecuali sosis)
2. Siapkan wajan anti lengket oles dgn sedikit margarine, nyalakan api paling kecil
3. Tuang sebagian telur lalu letakan sosis di pinggir wajan . Gunakan api sedang cenderung kecil. Diamkan sebentar lalu gulung perlahan, sisihkan telur di tepi wajan. Tuang kembali sisa telur, lalu gulung lagi membungkus gulungan yg pertama tadi. Masak hingga telur matang
4. Angkat gulungan telur, biarkan hangat baru di potong2 sesuai selera. 🥗Sajikan
Mudah, ringkes, endeus!!!
Ayo, langsung coba bikin dan share hasilnya kesini ya sahabat wa sahabati❣
Mumpung besok hari selasa, pergi aja ke pasar selasa untuk beli bahannya🛍🛒. Bakalan ada semua bahan yang sahabat butuhkan🤭
Semoga bermanfaat ya sahabat muslimah.......
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The News told me this, this morning; if our global climate only rises 2 degrees, it’s over. Then we can do nothing but see our world slowly change in a disaster. Rising sea levels up to 60 meters high. Places that become uninhabitable. Dangerous weather conditions, more dangerous than now.
Let’s see what we should do and let’s start doing something. Or stop doing some things. Let’s stop emissions from fossil fuels; which means, no more eating meat, no flying holidays, buy second-hand and deal with things in a sustainably way! 💥🌿 Now, lets do something to spread the word. Make sure everyone knows about it! Tag as many people as you know in the comments. Share your thoughts with everyone around you. Make sure people know about climate change and the need of it to stop. It is all for a good charity. Ourselves. Because we are One World and we have One Mission #OWOM#awareness#climate#pollution
'To Mirza Asadullah Khan,
Balli Maran,Chandni Chowk,
Going back to ancient diaries,I chanced upon this,written one night exactly a 1000 days ago,when me and Mr.Keats conversed upon the nature of night.He talked with emotion,throwing in images his deep maladies.I was insistent to him about Newton's theories,to apply the law's of motion and to track the movement of his poems.But he kept talking of paintings.I said,there is water in the painting,and if by water he meant flow,then the water could flow, which, in retrospect of his belief meant,that painting could flow.I kept repeating the selfsame song to him-that his paintings could flow.He believed me perhaps,but he stood there just as Macbeth, wanting away,yet seeing where the boat of witch drew,he looked at me as we stare those fortune tellers who vaguely bring the compass of our future to our hindsight.He smiled at times,seemed happy,violent,but mostly silent.He just sat there dumbfounded.Still as a painting.
His sculpture still sits there in the eleventh floor of the selfsame library in Xanadu.
Walking by those aisles,I felt at times that I was Mr.Keats himself.That when the blanket of night spread,and the torch of vision scattered into the ocean of dreams,Mr.Keats and I had transpired.
To death,o friend,such is my lament.And I know it well,that in the Court of beloveds,my lament will not be part of the musical of gathering. But I shall be the measure of night,the candle in the land of horizon,where poets met at night talking of wind.Where carpets of curls spread,Of voices,of rhythms, of days,of nights,of leaves,of lust,the dukedom of dust,Kingoms of deserts,Of songs,Of silence.A musical on Lamentry,build with infinite carpentry.
And there is no melody.Ah!what malady,there is no remedy,fish of compexity,absent in mystery,brimming in symmetry,reminds me of trigonometry, bonded with chemistry,Ancient puppetry.Banal documentary.
Yours lovingly,Nazer,1870' -Letters to Ghaib,2020