أنشئ محتوى بتقنية صوت الذكاء الاصطناعي Samad

On 30 December 1952, bus driver Albert Gunter was on his usual route, taking the number 78 across Tower Bridge towards Shoreditch. As he drove forward, the road in front of him suddenly began to drop away. The bridge was opening and Gunter's bus was rising. With no time to spare, he slammed his foot on the accelerator. The bus shot forward, leaping onto the still-closed north side of the bridge.

Man, when I first stepped onto that field with the team, I mean it was just something else. Called my momma right after practice, told her this is where I'm meant to be. Don't matter what nobody else think, I'm just blessed to be here man.

Listen, kid, most people are chasing ghosts while the real money is hiding in plain sight behind a wall of risk. You gotta stop worrying about being liked and start worrying about being indispensable. Do the dirty work others won't, and you'll own the goddamn room.

I orchestrated the merger deal last month, spent weeks preparing documents, making calls, smoothing egos, forty-eight straight hours without sleep, and guess who got the credit? My brother, standing there in his thousand-dollar suit, soaking up the applause while I watched from the back.

جی جناب دیکھیں یہ کیا مسئلہ ہے، آپ کی سروس بالکل خراب ہو گئی ہے۔ کتنی دیر سے انتظار کر رہا ہوں، کوئی جواب نہیں دے رہا۔ یہ کیسے چل رہا ہے آپ کا سسٹم؟

السلام عليكم معاكم ياموتشا

Call me old fashioned, but I miss when people wrote letters instead of sending texts. You've got to think about this - what happens to all those precious memories when your phone dies? There's something special about holding a real handwritten note.

मैं आज बाज़ार में गई तो एक बुज़ुर्ग महिला मिली, बोली बेटी मेरी मदद करोगी? मैंने कहा हाँ बताइए क्या मदद चाहिए। वो अपनी चश्मे की दुकान ढूंढ रही थी, मैं उनको वहां ले गई।