can anyone let me know the name of this reciter??

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@thissdoesntmatterr
can anyone let me know the name of this reciter??
my father keeps asking me "Teri tabiyat acchi hai?" because that's the only time i come to him, when I'm sick. So since then, he keeps asking me about my health in the hope that he'd be still helpful.
my father, he keeps finding purpose of his old soul's existence, my father, he keeps asking me if I'm okay, because that's the only time i run to him and he'd help me when I'm not okay. My father, he keeps coming to my room, his eyes tired, searching for something he'd be able to do. In his retired age, my father, he feels useless, my father, he keeps asking me "tujhe bukhaar toh nahi?" because that's the only time he feels he has a purpose, that he has something to be valued of, that he has something he could fix. My father, he keeps asking me "tu theek hai na?" because that's the only way he gets to listen, "haan mae toh theek hu, kya aap theek hai ?"
m.q.
my father keeps asking me "Teri tabiyat acchi hai?" because that's the only time i come to him, when I'm sick. So since then, he keeps asking me about my health in the hope that he'd be still helpful.
my father, he keeps finding purpose of his old soul's existence, my father, he keeps asking me if I'm okay, because that's the only time i run to him and he'd help me when I'm not okay. My father, he keeps coming to my room, his eyes tired, searching for something he'd be able to do. In his retired age, my father, he feels useless, my father, he keeps asking me "tujhe bukhaar toh nahi?" because that's the only time he feels he has a purpose, that he has something to be valued of, that he has something he could fix. My father, he keeps asking me "tu theek hai na?" because that's the only way he gets to listen, "haan mae toh theek hu, kya aap theek hai ?"
m.q
*ai tiktok tts lady voice* boiling my husband alive in oil!🥰
I’ve literally gone on a deep dive of this weird phenomenon. The color just keeps getting lighter the longer she promotes this food dyed hidden valley ranch, the nutrition facts aren’t even accurate or spelled correctly, and some bottles are arriving rotten. I am just simply fascinated by this.
Bitch that’s the tubby custard machine
It looks like she liquified the Barbie Corvette Power Wheels Car
I am OBSESSED with this story:
she is charging people 20 dollars a bottle for this shit
she says she cannot describe how it tastes, yet still people are paying 20 dollars to try the mystery pink sauce
she is literally just some chick on tiktok and is sipping her dyed ranch dressing from Miami in the Hottest Summer Ever and people are opening the bottles to vivid bacterial HISSING
people are getting sick from eating this definitely not FDA-approved random pink sauce they bought from some lady on tiktok
everyone who was willing to pay 20 dollars for a bottle of mystery pepto ranch from lady on tiktok is honestly kind of asking to get sick if they ate it lol?
she says she feels like Beyonce now with her popularity
“ these words, they don't give it's purpose, these words, they slowly start to lose its meaning they depreciate and you'll eventually start to get used to them, and one day, me saying you “i love you” won't mean anything because it's worn out and used and deranged, it'll start to sound like how traffic is to us, this love i have for you will never come out the way i want it to and it will only translate into just something mere „
—m.q.
“That’s the only thing that matters, honey, for someone to see more in you than you thought there was to see.”
— Arthur Japin, In Lucia’s Eyes
i made your favorite dish. i made you something you’ve never tried before. i love you. i spent twenty minutes chopping. my grandmother made this for me when i was little. i made this dairy free for you. i love you. i want to eat together. the onions made me cry. i love you. i learned this recipe for you. i love you. i made this special for your birthday. i love you. i know you don’t like peppers. i love you. i love you. i love you.
hey, maybe consider buying a small print/sticker/magnet of this poem?
i agree, want it printed on a t shirt idc if it's too long to read
Love is like a bee, it has a sting and sweet nectar. 도리아 doria_art
Teatime with Moominmamma
Yo, bro! Who got you smiling like that!!
Me: looking at donuts 🍩 ☺️🤩
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Sunset in Sweden
nothing but peace