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When life feels uncertain, remember—Bhagwan Vishnu has a name for every moment. 🪷🙏 Medicine → Vishnu Food → Janardhana Sleep → Padmanabha Marriage → Prajapati War → Chakradhara Travel → Trivikrama Trouble → Madhusudana Fear → Narasimha Water → Varaha Everything → Madhava ❤️🦚 Whatever the situation, take His... show more
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@extremist428630 Jai Sri Hari
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![Very good run down of events here. It is very tragic to be proven wrong in the most violent of ways, with such finality. Not seeing the light until the darkness comes calling. I wonder if people in this lady's situation find themselves realising they made a devastating error in judgement as they fight for life. Or do thet still believe what they believe, even then. I feel extremely sorry this lady's young child who found her and I imagine what actually occurred in Jamie Carnie's finally moments was fear her daughter would be next. The Gardaí of course have still not released his name. This is a GDPR rights issue. I kid you not. Whatever his name is it's probably about as real as his con man perfect man routine. I bet he has committed plenty of crimes. Probably not his first murder rodeo. I STRESS I probably wouldn't have gotten along with Jamie and she probably would have hated me. Also, I certainly would not have exposed my daughter to this man under any circumstances. However, I can, when I pivot away from my outrage, see a situation where someone with her naive views thought this was a romantic situation; coming to beautiful Ireland, getting involved in the Palestinian cause with all the woke virtue signallers and then meeting someone who claimed to be fleeing war and was sweeping her off her feet. He clearly appeared to be displaying glib charm and looked clean cut and well presented. Looks like she thought she was in a movie. He would have behaved well long enough to establish a deep connection and have her trauma bonded to him. He would have told her all the bullshit lies you'd expect. Unfortunately because she didn't see Islam as the extreme barrier that it is, she overlooked the fact that in Islam women are unequivocally property akin to a dog for many men. Whatever jealousy or possessiveness that can cause a man to be controlling or violent is going to be far more normalised and accepted in Islam. It goes hand in hand. These are facts. Not "Islamophobia". It is front and centre for all to see. I see all the comments about this woman. I get it. Her empathy was suicidal (homicidal). But remember, if nothing else, she has a daughter who is 13 who is likely on social media and can see what people are saying about her mother [deserving to die]. When you say she deserved that, somewhere in that you are condoning murder. I'll likely be attacked for saying that. But it's true. I don't find her murder unsurprising. But I don't at all take pleasure in it or feel she deserved to die because of some very unwise decisions. I'm not going to lose my humanity here. Especially when her child could be watching.](https://image.24vids.com/tw-2075244399315874234/ext_tw_video_thumb/2075244272777916416/pu/img/jOfIMmB77CBIrV9X.jpg)
![⚠️ TW // MIGHT BE OVERDO SPOILER ⚠️ ⛔️ DO NOT read this tweet if you haven’t watched the actual ending yet, or, you don’t want the ending you want in your head right now to get ruined ⛔️ I already put the warning, so read at your own risk~ Overdo actual ending in original script (that I got). Reason why it didn’t get included in long episode.. probably because they don’t have enough time to shoot it, as we know the filming cycle for is only 90 days. Enjoy reading! ☺️ [33-10] The flames consume the Dongjiadu Waterworks. Smoke billows into the sky as beams collapse one after another. A rescue worker shouts over the roar of the fire. “There is someone!” It is Murong Qingyi. His whole body covered in blood. His breathing is shallow. “Young Master?” “You know him?” The middle aged man nods slowly, disbelief written across his face. “I used to work for Commander Li.” As they carry him away, Qingyi’s fingers twitch. “Susu...” [33-11] 3 Months later. Qingyi slowly regains consciousness in a small clinic. He instinctively tries to sit up. Pain tears through his body, forcing him back onto the bed. The physician quickly stops him. “Don’t move.” Qingyi look at him. “Who helps me? I have to go back.” “Someone who knows you said you need to recover first before you go.” “My wife is waiting for me” “You’ve been unconscious for 3 months. Your burns are severe, several ribs are fractured, and your lungs are injured from smoke inhalation. You won’t even make it out the front door.” Qingyi grips the edge of the bed. — Over the following months, Qingyi travels from one city to another. Everywhere he goes, he seeks renowned physicians and specialists for burns and internal injuries. One elderly doctor examines the scars on his back before shaking his head. ”You pushed your body too far. If you continue traveling before you’ve healed completely, these injuries will stay with you for life.” [33-12] Two years later. A physician smiles as he finishes removing the last bandage from Qingyi’s body. [33-13] Two years later. The rebuilt lakeside cabin in Shencheng looks much the same as it once did. [Montage] Haitang Qing’s voice is heard reading from her letter. “The Fang Trading Company has found its footing again. Our business in Nanyang is flourishing, and so many of our partners are eager to meet the mysterious boss behind it all. The new plane you donated to the aviation academy has already begun training a promising new generation of pilots. The girls’ school we founded has welcomed its very first class of students. The opening ceremony won’t be complete without its chairwoman. Susu... all of us miss you. How much longer are you going to wait for him? He’s not coming back.” The letter continues as glimpses of Susu’s life play out. Le-an sits at his desk practicing calligraphy while Susu patiently guides him, correcting each stroke with gentle encouragement. Later, she tends to the flowers blooming throughout the garden, carefully watering each one. She pushes Le-an on a swing beneath the warm afternoon sun, mother and son laughing together. That night, she reads him a bedtime story. When his breathing evens into sleep, she smiles softly, tucks the blanket around him, and quietly slips from the room. [Montage END] Spring has arrived. Outside the cabin, the lake shimmers beneath the sunlight. Beneath a flowering tree, a picnic blanket has been spread across the grass. Susu sits beneath the blossoms, finishing Haitang Qing’s letter. The warmth of the afternoon makes her drowsy. She places the letter aside, lies down on her side atop the blanket, and slowly drifts into a light sleep. Everything is quiet. Sunlight filters gently through the branches overhead, petals swaying with the breeze. Then a soft gust brushes past. Half asleep, Susu feels someone settle beside her. She lazily opens her eyes. Only inches away is a familiar face. A handsome man dressed in a white shirt lies beside her, his head resting against one hand as he quietly watches her. She simply closes her eyes again. Dreaming of him has become so familiar that it no longer surprises her. A small smile finds its way onto her lips. “This is strange...” she murmurs sleepily. “Why have I been dreaming about you so often lately?” Murong Qingyi continues watching her, his voice low and gentle. “What do you dream about?” Still caught somewhere between dreaming and waking, Susu answers without opening her eyes. “I dream about the braised pork you cooked... the snowman you made... that night when you woke up in the middle of the night, turned over, and wrapped your arms around me again... and... there’s more...” A smile tugs at Qingyi’s lips. Reaching out, he gently taps the tip of her nose. “Why are all your dreams about the past?” he asks softly. “Dream about our future instead... alright?” His voice is so clear and real. Like cool spring water washing over her. In an instant, Susu is fully awake. She stares at him. At the face she has missed for two endless years. Disbelief floods her expression. Before she can even think, instinct takes over. She throws herself at him. The force knocks Qingyi backward onto the grass as she lands against his chest. Supporting herself above him, she hesitantly reaches out, fingertips trembling as they brush against his cheek, almost afraid that touching him will make him disappear. “I...” Her voice quivers. “I’m really not dreaming... am I?” Qingyi slowly sits up, lifting her effortlessly onto his lap. He holds her close and looks into her eyes. “These past two years,” he begins quietly, “I traveled everywhere to recover... to heal my injuries. But wherever I went, I kept dreaming about you.” A faint smile appears on his face. “I dreamed we were sitting together just like this.” His gaze never leaves hers. “I’d tell you, ‘Come here.’ And you’d crawl over like a little cat. I’d hold you and tell you, ‘I was wrong. Don’t be mad anymore.’ You’d pretend not to understand. You’d yawn... and then curl up in my arms.” Tears begin spilling down Susu’s cheeks, but despite herself, she laughs through them. “You certainly know how to dream,” she sniffles. “I waited two whole years for you... and the first thing you do after coming back is try to sweet talk your way into forgiving you?” Qingyi smiles at her with quiet tenderness. “If you truly blamed me,” he says softly, “you would’ve forgotten me.” Another tear escapes Susu’s eyes. At the same moment, a flower petal drifts down from above, landing with the tear against his brow before sliding to his cheek. “If you were a river,” she whispers, “I’d cross it. If you were a mountain, I’d climb it. But you...” Her voice breaks. “How was I ever supposed to forget you?” Qingyi lets out a small, amused laugh, looking almost pleased with himself. “Ren Susu,” he teases, “you really haven’t changed at all.” She cries even harder, lifting her hand to smack him in protest. Before she can, Qingyi catches her wrist. Without another word, he leans forward and kisses her. A breeze rushes through the flowering tree overhead. Petals tumble from the branches like rain, settling in their hair, across their shoulders, and around their embrace. Their kiss lingers beneath the shower of blossoms, until the two lovers are covered completely in the flowers of spring. Qingyi says that he will always find her, and he did. Susu says she will wait for him, and she did. ❤️](https://image.24vids.com/tw-2085056667209945353/amplify_video_thumb/2085056611241144320/img/v1Ry6y5HyC2LSKO8.jpg)
