Okay allow me to create a story for you.
One دن آپ are walking down the سٹریٹ, گلی سے طرف کی your self all the sudden, I come up to آپ and say ارے ------
come walk with me for a second, I got some thing to tell you. آپ decided to follow me, after about 20 minuets of silence, آپ ask me how I knew your name. I say to you, "When I come from everyone knows your name." آپ see I came from the future, and I'm here to tell آپ a story that may shock the socks off you. In 20 years from now آپ ------- will create a image that will crown آپ the best artist in the world and that image will become مزید Iconic then the Mona Lisa. And it will hang in the biggest art museam in the world.
Then five years after آپ stand in front of your priceless art, giving a speach in front of thousands. When all the sudden the lights go out, after a few سیکنڈ they come back on and your creation is gone... Your lives work, your life it's gone, stolen! The news says it's the crime of the century and done in front of thousands! آپ can't help crying for weeks, and decades pass with no sign of it anywere.
You, your work and that دن go down in history, but never again did آپ see your priceless work of art.
Tell me how did my story make آپ feel? about being the best artist in the world and it gets stolen?
تبصرہ and tell me.
One دن آپ are walking down the سٹریٹ, گلی سے طرف کی your self all the sudden, I come up to آپ and say ارے ------
come walk with me for a second, I got some thing to tell you. آپ decided to follow me, after about 20 minuets of silence, آپ ask me how I knew your name. I say to you, "When I come from everyone knows your name." آپ see I came from the future, and I'm here to tell آپ a story that may shock the socks off you. In 20 years from now آپ ------- will create a image that will crown آپ the best artist in the world and that image will become مزید Iconic then the Mona Lisa. And it will hang in the biggest art museam in the world.
Then five years after آپ stand in front of your priceless art, giving a speach in front of thousands. When all the sudden the lights go out, after a few سیکنڈ they come back on and your creation is gone... Your lives work, your life it's gone, stolen! The news says it's the crime of the century and done in front of thousands! آپ can't help crying for weeks, and decades pass with no sign of it anywere.
You, your work and that دن go down in history, but never again did آپ see your priceless work of art.
Tell me how did my story make آپ feel? about being the best artist in the world and it gets stolen?
تبصرہ and tell me.
