TEN ATTITUDES OF SMART PEOPLE 1. They are usually quiet than others – Smart people often prefer to listen and observe rather than dominate conversations. 2. They are aware of their own ignorance – Smart people recognize the limits of their knowledge and are open to learning more. 3. They avoid bragging – Instead of bragging, smart people let their actions speak for themselves. 4. They are humble – Despite their intelligence, they remain modest about their abilities. 5. They may have fewer close friends – They find it difficult to connect deeply with others because of their unique perspective. 6. They ask insightful questions – Smart people question deeply, seeking to understand and analyze. 7. They identify flaws and loopholes – They often examine systems or arguments to find imperfections. 8. They enjoy reading – A love of books and continuous learning is common among intelligent people. 9. They have strong intuition – They can often sense the true intentions and feelings of others. 10. They avoid confrontation – Intelligent individuals generally avoid unnecessary arguments and conflicts. #copied

Poor Waitress Received Huge Tips from a Man, but Later Learned Why He Did It On the outskirts of the city, in a quiet and peaceful area, there was a small establishment called “Ugolok” (“Corner”). This place didn’t aim to be popular among the trendy crowd but primarily attracted locals with its homely atmosphere. Aline had been working there for three years. On the eve of a new workday, the girl methodically wiped down the tables, lost in anxious thoughts about the upcoming rent payments. Her financial situation had grown increasingly difficult since her mother’s passing. She had to pick up extra shifts, and her long-cherished dream of obtaining higher education was gradually slipping away. “Alina, wake up! The guests will be here soon,” came the voice of Zina, the experienced older cook. Aline snapped to attention and headed to the kitchen. Strict but fair, Zina always treated her warmly, feeding her during meals and sometimes even giving her pastries. “I’m coming, Zina Petrovna!” Aline replied, adjusting her apron. The day passed slowly: guests arrived and left the café while she continued with her duties—taking orders, engaging cordially with customers, and serving food. By the end of the day, her legs reminded her of the long hours of work. When there wasn’t much time left before closing, the door creaked open, and a man in an impeccable suit entered. His expensive accessories, especially his watch, indicated considerable wealth. He chose a seat by the window, pulled out his phone, and began typing quickly. Approaching with her notepad, Aline politely inquired about his order. The man looked up, and a flash of surprise appeared in his eyes, as if he recognized someone from the past. “Bring a double espresso,” he said, continuing to scrutinize the girl intently. This somewhat embarrassed her. She hurriedly noted the order while still feeling his intense gaze. At the checkout, Aline noticed a large banknote tucked under the receipt—she had never received such generous tips before. When she tried to return the money, all she heard was a soft phrase: “Keep it, you deserve it.” The following days passed in the same monotonous pattern: the man would come, order coffee, and leave generous tips. Zina Petrovna, noticing the continual gifts of fate, asked with concern, “What does that gentleman want from you?” “I have no idea,” Aline shrugged. “He just comes in, drinks his coffee, and leaves the money.” “Be careful, girl,” warned the cook. “Rich men don’t throw around such acts of charity.” Indeed, the man made no attempts to initiate conversation or display any ill intentions. He simply came, observed, and left generous sums. One evening, he left an amount equal to Aline’s monthly earnings. Unable to contain herself, she caught up with him in the parking lot. “Wait!” she exclaimed, holding the money in her hands. “What does all this mean?” The man turned, and in the glow of the streetlights, his face looked tired. “My name is Pavel Andreevich,” he said after a pause. “Let’s meet tomorrow at the café ‘Melodiya’. There, I will explain everything.” “Why?” Aline asked in surprise. “I’ll explain tomorrow,” he replied as he opened his car. “After work. This is important for both of us.” She spent the entire night sleeplessly, mulling over the possible reasons for such generosity. In the morning, she called a friend, recounting the strange man and the upcoming meeting. “Are you out of your mind?” her friend exclaimed in fear. “What if he’s a dangerous person?” “In such a suit?” Aline smiled. “Even more reason!” her friend retorted. “Send me the address, text me his photo, and call every half hour!” After work, Aline headed to “Melodiya”, where Pavel Andreevich was already waiting for her at a table in the corner. “Hello,” she began, sitting down across from him. “Enough with the riddles. Explain yourself.” Pavel Andreevich sighed, his hands noticeably trembling. “I’ll start right away…📖 Read the continuation in the comments ⬇️

From Housemaid To Oga's Wife Episode Two Martins and Nnenna continued their secret relationship without any problems. They acted normal during the day, pretending to be nothing more than an employer and his housemaid. Martins treated Jessica like a caring husband, and Nnenna did her house chores without drawing attention. But at night, everything changed. Martins would sneak out of his bedroom and go to Nnenna’s room. They would whisper, laugh, and hold each other in the darkness. It was the only time they could be together, and they cherished every moment. "I'm enjoying this relationship. I have the woman I love right under my roof. There are no better feelings than this." Martins said to himself. Jessica had no reason to suspect anything at first. She was living the life she wanted. It was a life of relaxation and comfort. Nnenna handled everything in the house, and Martins provided everything she needed. But after a while, she started noticing something strange. Martins would leave the bed at odd hours. It happened once, then twice. At first, she assumed he was just going to the toilet or stepping out for fresh air. But when it continued happening, she became curious. Why was her husband always leaving the bed in the middle of the night? "Where does he always go to? This is becoming serious. How can he be leaving the house in such odd hours? I have to find out." Jessica said to herself. Jessica decided to pay closer attention. She stayed awake some nights, waiting to see if it would happen again. And it did. Martins would quietly get up, check if she was asleep, and then leave the room. He always returned after about an hour. Jessica found it strange. Her husband never had this habit before. Something was not right. She needed to find out what was going on. One night, Jessica made up her mind. She was not going to sleep. She wanted to see exactly where Martins was going. She lay still on the bed, pretending to be asleep. She even let out soft breaths to make it look real. The clock ticked, and soon, it was 2am. Right on time, Martins slowly got up. He turned to look at Jessica. She did not move. Satisfied that she was asleep, he tiptoed out of the room. "Today, I must follow you to that place you always go to. I have to find out." She said. Jessica waited for a few seconds, then quietly got up. She moved slowly, making sure her steps did not make any sound. She followed Martins, keeping a safe distance. She saw him go towards the boys’ quarters. She was confused. Why was he going there? The only person staying there was Nnenna, their housemaid. Jessica’s heart beat faster, but she remained calm. She wanted to see for herself. Martins reached Nnenna’s door and knocked softly. Almost immediately, the door opened, and he stepped inside. Jessica gasped silently. She could not believe what she was seeing. Her husband had just entered the room of their housemaid. She moved closer and placed her ear near the door. At first, she heard whispers, then soft laughter. Her hands clenched into fists. Something was going on inside that room, and she had to know what it was. Inside the room, Martins sat on the bed and pulled Nnenna close. He ki.ssed her forehead and smiled. “I missed you,” he whispered. Nnenna smiled. “You saw me this evening,” she said, resting her head on his chest. “That’s different,” Martins replied. “I miss holding you.” Nnenna sighed. “I don’t like this sneaking around. It doesn’t feel right.” Martins lifted her chin. “Be patient, my love. This is the only way we can be together for now.” She nodded. She knew he was right, but it still felt wrong. She just wanted a normal life with the man she loved. Jessica pressed her ear harder against the door. She heard voices, but she could not make out everything they were saying. She took a deep breath and stepped back. She needed to be sure before she acted. Then, suddenly, she heard something else—the unmistakable sound of ki.ssing. Her body stiffened. Her husband was in there, doing something with Nnenna? She was not sure, she could no longer control herself. Jessica raised her hand and knocked loudly on the door. “Who is there?” she demanded. Inside the room, Martins and Nnenna froze. Their eyes met, filled with shock and panic. The knocking continued. “Open this door now!” Jessica shouted. Martins jumped to his feet. “What do we do?” he whispered. Nnenna’s hands shook. “She knows,” she said in a trembling voice. Jessica banged on the door again. “Martins! I know you are inside there! Open this door before I break it down!” Martins ran his hands through his hair. “Just stay calm,” he told Nnenna. He quickly grabbed his shirt and put it on. He needed to think fast. How was he going to get out of this situation? Jessica stepped back and looked around. She was furious. She could not believe what was happening. Her husband was cheating on her—with their housemaid! And not just any housemaid, but the one she had trusted the most. She shook her head in anger. This was not going to end well. Inside the room, Martins took a deep breath. “I have to open the door,” he said. Nnenna grabbed his hand. “No! She will kill me.” Martins sighed. “We can’t hide forever.” The knocking became louder. Jessica was losing patience. “Martins! If you don’t open this door right now, I swear, I will scream and wake the whole neighborhood!” "Waitim please. Don't open the door. I have an idea." Nnena said. To be continued

💍 His Wife Wet the Bed on Their Wedding Night—And Then This Happened - Episode 4 👵 His Mother Moved In—and Tried to Take Over the Marriage… After weathering therapy, emotional breakdowns, and late-night phone drama, Obiora and Christy were finally in sync again. The house was filled with peace. Laughter. Warmth. Even the neighbors had started calling them “that sweet couple.” But in Nigeria, peace is often short-lived when family gets involved. It all started with a phone call. “Mama’s not feeling too strong,” Obiora told Christy one evening. “Doctor says she should be around people. I think she should come stay with us for a few weeks.” Christy smiled and nodded. “Of course. She’s welcome anytime.” She meant it too. She loved Mama Ngozi—or at least, the version she knew from wedding ceremonies and video calls. What she didn’t realize was… Mama Ngozi was a full-force hurricane in a gele. The moment she entered the house, the atmosphere shifted. “Ehn, so this is how you people live?” she said, scanning the living room like a general inspecting troops. “This chair is not facing the TV properly. And this flower? Haba. Artificial? In my son’s house?” Christy laughed it off. She thought it was cute. For the first two days. But then Mama started waking her up at 5 a.m. to pray. Then came the cooking. “You young girls don’t know how to cook soup again. Christy, give me that pot. You’re stirring it like you’re mixing paint.” Christy bit her tongue. She tried. Really tried. Until the ultimate line dropped during one Sunday lunch. Mama Ngozi turned to Obiora and said in Igbo—loud enough for Christy to hear: “If you had married that Ada girl from the village, you would be eating fresh pounded yam every day, not this microwave love.” Christy’s fork paused mid-air. Her chest tightened. Obiora caught the moment. He saw the pain in Christy’s eyes. And for the first time since Mama arrived, he spoke up. “Mama, please. Respect my wife.” The room fell silent. “She may not pound yam or wake up before the cock crows, but this woman held me down when I was broken. You’re my mother, and I love you—but this is our home. Not your battleground.” Mama gasped like she’d been shot. “So you’re choosing a woman over me, Obiora?” “I’m choosing peace. I’m choosing my marriage.” Mama stood. Packed her things. And went to stay with Obiora’s older sister “for just a few days.” She didn’t speak to him for a week. Christy, shaken but grateful, turned to her husband that night. “Thank you,” she whispered. Obiora pulled her close and smiled. “You don’t leave someone you pray for, remember?” They laughed through tears. 💬 When parents clash with your spouse—who do you stand with? Can there be balance without disrespect? Let’s talk in the comments.👇 🚨 Missed an Episode? Don't Worry! 🚨 📌 Just follow, like and comment

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SHE HAD A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH A BILLIONAIRE THEN THIS HAPPENED …… Episode 2✅ And then she saw two bold pink lines. Positive. Joy froze. Her breath caught in her throat, and for a moment she thought she might pass out. She was pregnant. She pressed a hand to her stomach trying to make sense of it. A life was growing inside her. Lawrence Johnson's child. Tears welled in her eyes. What was she going to do? For the next few days, Joy couldn't sleep. Her mind kept racing with one question. Should she tell him? She didn't even have his phone number. The only way to reach him was through his company, Johnson Group. After struggling with the decision, she finally gathered the courage to go to his office. The Johnson Group building in Leosville was a towering glass structure that seemed to touch the sky. Inside, everything was sleek and polished, filled with expensive suits and the sound of heels clicking on marble floors. Joy felt small. She approached the front desk, her hands clenched into fists. I need to see Mr. Lawrence Johnson, she said trying to keep her voice steady. The receptionist, a tall woman with a tight bun and an even tighter expression, gave her a disbelieving look. Do you have an appointment? Joy hesitated. No, but it's important. Please, I just need a few minutes. The receptionist sighed loudly, tapping on her keyboard. Mr. Johnson doesn't meet people without an appointment. If you'd like to book one, the earliest available date is three months from now. Joy's heart sank. Three months? By then, she would already be showing. There's no way to see him sooner? She asked, desperate. The woman gave her a sharp look. Ma'am, Mr. Johnson is not someone you can just walk in and see. If you don't have an appointment, I suggest you leave. Joy stared at her, feeling a lump form in her throat. So this was how it was. She had been nothing to him that night, and now she couldn't even get five minutes of his time. She turned away slowly, feeling defeated. But as she reached the door, another thought hit her. Even if she did manage to tell Lawrence, what would he think? That she was trying to trap him. That she wanted his money. Joy's stomach twisted. She had already seen what he thought of women like her. He left her money on the nightstand like she was a prostitute. He would never believe she wasn't trying to use this pregnancy against him. And honestly, she didn't want anything from him. She didn't need his money. She didn't need his name. She would raise this baby on her own. Taking a deep breath, Joy walked out of Johnson Group, her decision made. She would never reach out to him again. He would never know about this child. She would be both mother and father. She didn't need him. She never had. And so, Joy disappeared from Lawrence's world, taking their child with her. After much thought joy had to resign from her work inorder to take care of herself and her unborn son . It was a really tough moment for her as she didn’t have any single money to even feed . At a time she considered committing an Abortion but her conscience wouldn’t let her The only person she could confined in was her old mother who accepted her whole heartedly and tried to ease the burden from her shoulders . Her mother despite her old age still took extreme care of her daughter and her unborn child . Joy and her mother would normally sit outside under the mango tree every evening to gist and talk about past events of the day but one day joy decided to bring up the idea of aborting the child her mother looked at her sternly ,Joy ,joy joy how many times did I call you Don’t make the mistake of terminating the blessing that God had sent you After saying this she stood up and went into her room to sleep leaving joy thinking to herself . She finally concluded within her not to terminate the child as it could be what God has destined . One day as joy was sweeping the front yard of their hut ,she started to feel a sharp pain at her abdomen region , she screamed in pain as her mother rushed out Her mother quickly called some men to help her and they rushed joy to the nearest hospital Push !! Push !!, The doctors voice was heard from the labour room Her mother just sat in the waiting room praying silently to herself 30 minutes later the doctor came out with a wide smile on his face He looked at joy’s mother and said happily Congratulations mama ,your daughter has just given birth to a bouncing baby boy Joy’s mother had tears of joy running down her cheeks as she rushed in to see her daughter smiling at her while holding her son She couldn’t hold back her tears as she hugged her daughter graciously Mama ,Joy called out ,meet Noah your grandson who is going to wipe both your tears and mine away . FIVE YEARS LATER The streets of Leosville bustled with life, filled with the sound of honking cars, people bargaining in open-air markets, and the distant hum of construction sites. The city had grown, just as Noah had. At just five years old, Noah Daniels was a ball of energy. His bright eyes shone with curiosity and his laughter was contagious. He was the reason Joy Daniels kept pushing forward every single day. She had worked hard over the years, climbing her way up in the interior design industry. Though she didn't have her own company yet, she had made a name for herself. Clients admired her work, and she was proud that she had built a stable life for Noah without anyone's help. She didn't need Lawrence Johnson. She had erased him from her life. But fate had other plans. It was a warm afternoon, and Joy had promised Noah a trip to Royal Crest Mall, one of the most luxurious shopping centres in Leosville. The mall was owned by none other than Johnson Group. But Joy didn't think much of that. She had long stopped worrying about Lawrence crossing paths with her. He probably wouldn't even remember her, so what were the chances? Noah ran ahead excitedly, tugging on Joy's hand as they passed through the mall's food court. Mommy, can I have ice cream? he asked, his big brown eyes filled with hope. Joy smiled. Okay, okay. Just one scoop. She led him to a small ice cream stand, waiting as the vendors scooped vanilla into a cup. Noah grinned, happily digging in as they continued walking. It was supposed to be just another normal day. Until she heard a voice. A voice that made her entire body freeze. Across the mall, standing in front of a row of luxury stores, Lawrence Johnson stood with a men in suits. He was doing his routine property inspection, something he rarely had time for, but today he had decided to visit the mall personally with his management staff. As he listened to his assistant discuss sales figures, his gaze casually swept across the food court. And then he saw the child. A small boy. Dark curly hair. A sharp jawline. A face that looked almost exactly like his own. Lawrence stopped breathing. The resemblance was too strong to ignore. His heart pounded as he watched the boy take a bite of his ice cream, laughing as his mother wiped a smudge off his cheek. And then, his eyes shifted to the woman holding the boy's hand. Something flickered in his mind, a vague sense of familiarity, but he couldn't place her. Where had he seen her before? Who was she? And why did her son look exactly like him? Before he knew what he was doing, Lawrence started walking toward them. Joy was laughing at something Noah had said when she felt a presence behind her. A dark, powerful presence. She turned, and her heart dropped. TBC…. Please let’s endeavour to react 🤲❤️

HE POISONED HIS WIFE'S MORNING TEA , BUT SHE SERVED IT TO HIS MOTHER INSTEAD AND WATCHED - EPISODE 5 "The Tides of Betrayal" The cool night air hit Sophia like a rush of freedom as she and Clara sprinted out the front door. The adrenaline that surged through her veins was a cocktail of terror and exhilaration. They couldn’t stop now. Not when they were so close to bringing Marcus down. Clara was right behind her, clutching the vial like it was a lifeline. Sophia knew that if they could get it to the authorities—if they could prove Marcus’s guilt—there would be no going back. His game would be over. But Marcus wasn’t the kind of man who gave up easily. They reached the car parked on the curb, and Clara yanked open the door. "Get in!" she urged, her voice tight with urgency. Sophia slid into the passenger seat, her mind still racing, trying to piece together everything that had happened. Marcus was dangerous, but he was also predictable in his own way. He thrived on control, on manipulation—but he had underestimated her. He didn’t expect her to fight back, didn’t think she would be capable of turning the tables on him. But now, she had the power. Clara slammed the door shut and started the engine, peeling away from the curb in a cloud of dust. Sophia glanced in the rearview mirror, half-expecting to see Marcus’s dark figure looming in pursuit. But the street behind them was empty. It was quiet. Too quiet. The silence in the car was heavy, suffocating, as if both of them were waiting for something to happen. It was only when they reached the highway, the bright lights of the city beginning to flicker on in the distance, that Sophia spoke. "Clara, we need to make sure we’re doing the right thing. Marcus has connections—powerful ones. If we go to the police with this…" She trailed off, her voice faltering. Clara’s grip on the wheel tightened. "I know, but we have no choice. He tried to kill you, Sophia. He tried to kill Mom. This isn’t just about us anymore. We need to end this." Sophia’s thoughts went to the vial in Clara’s hand—the proof of Marcus’s twisted plans. She knew Clara was right, but doubt still gnawed at her. Was it enough? Would they be able to convince anyone? Would they even be able to make it that far? Her phone buzzed in her pocket, snapping her from her thoughts. She pulled it out, seeing an unfamiliar number flashing on the screen. "Hello?" she answered, her voice tight. "Sophia, this is Detective Harding," came the deep voice on the other end. "I’m with the local precinct. You don’t know me, but I know about Marcus. I’ve been investigating him for some time now. I have people in place—your mother-in-law’s condition was alarming, and we’ve been following your case. We’re already on our way to intercept him." Sophia’s heart skipped a beat. “What do you mean, intercept him? Where is he?” “He’s a dangerous man,” the detective continued. “We’ve been building a case against him for months, but we couldn’t move against him directly until we had irrefutable proof. We’ve been watching you, Sophia. You made the right choice.” Sophia’s breath caught in her throat. "Wait… you’ve been watching me? This whole time?" Harding paused, then replied, "We had to be sure. We needed to see how far Marcus would go before we moved in. We knew you were the key, Sophia. You’re the one he underestimated." Sophia could feel the weight of the world shifting, the realization dawning that the game was not over—not for her. Not yet. "I’ve got the proof," she said, her voice steady despite the storm brewing inside her. "The vial. Marcus used it to poison me. To poison my mother-in-law. We have to get it to you." There was a pause on the line. Then Harding spoke again, urgency lacing his voice. "Listen carefully. We need to move fast. Marcus is onto you. He knows you have the vial, and he’ll do whatever it takes to get it back. Head to the address I’m sending you. We’ll have a safe house set up. I’ll make sure you’re protected." Sophia’s blood ran cold. “He’s coming for us.” Harding’s voice was calm but firm. "We’ll handle it. Just get to the address. Do not go anywhere else." The line went dead, and for a moment, Sophia just stared at the phone in her hand, a mix of disbelief and dread seeping into her bones. He was coming. He was always coming. Clara glanced at her with a worried expression. "What happened? What did he say?" Sophia exhaled, trying to push away the rising panic. "He knows. Marcus knows we have the proof. We need to get to a safe house. Now." Clara’s foot pressed harder on the gas, the car roaring down the highway. "We’ll make it. We have to make it." The world outside the car blurred as they sped toward the address Harding had sent them. The lights of the city flickered in the distance, a thousand stories unfolding beneath them. But Sophia couldn’t shake the feeling that time was running out. As they neared the safe house, Sophia’s phone buzzed again. This time, it was a text from an unknown number. I know what you’re doing. You’ll regret it, Sophia. I’m coming for you. Sophia’s breath hitched. He was already on his way.

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DON'T MARRY FOR LOVE, IT'S A SCAM, YOU WILL LOOSE If You Marry for Love—You Are A Loser. Marriage is not romance. It’s a strategic investment. Let’s stop deceiving ourselves. Love is not enough. Romance won’t sustain you. And marriage built on feelings will collapse under pressure. Because marriage isn’t an emotional experiment. It’s a power move. 1. Feelings Fade—Structure Stays You’re happy today. Great. But what happens when money gets tight? What happens when you lose your job? What happens when she wakes up and says, “I’m not in love anymore”? If your marriage was built on butterflies, expect it to collapse once the wind changes. Love is a spark. But marriage needs fuel. Vision. Structure. Alignment. Sacrifice. Strategy. 2. If You’re 70 and You Marry 30—Your Household Is 50 Let’s talk logic. You’re wise. She’s fresh. But instead of raising your stock, she drops the average. You’re thinking legacy—she’s thinking TikTok. You’re building wealth—she’s building “influencer reels.” (She’s not even ready to build it into a media business.) You’ve seen war—she’s crying because you forgot to comment on her new selfie. And now you’re stuck in a marriage that drags you backward. Because you married vibes—not vision. 3. Marriage Is a Merger—Not a Movie When two become one, it’s not about hugs and kisses. It’s about merging empires. Consolidating influence. Combining assets. Multiplying momentum. Even the Bible said: “One will chase a thousand, two will chase ten thousand.” But what if the “two” is a liability? What if she’s chasing dopamine instead of purpose? What if she’s more obsessed with matching pajamas than matching values? Now, you’re running with dead weight. Fighting alone. Providing alone. Planning alone. And she’s somewhere saying, “I don’t like forcing things.” 4. Modern Girls Don’t Grind—They Ghost Let’s be real. Many modern women want: • Love with no labor • Comfort with no contribution • Leadership with no loyalty She wants a soft life—but won’t lift a finger. She’s jobless, but has high taste. She’s broke, but her demands come in six figures. She says you’re stressing her mental health—because you asked about her career goals. Try to build with her, and she’ll say, “This isn’t flowing naturally. I need space.” 5.Her Submission Is a “Maybe” Her obligations are “Optional” Today’s woman wants: • To reply when she feels like • To submit if the vibe is right • To bear children only when convenient • To pause the relationship if she’s “not in the mood” Any hint of hardship, she’s gone. Any serious talk, she’s “emotionally unavailable.” Any call for accountability, she’s “being controlled.” And if you dare lead with firmness? She’ll tell Twitter you’re a narcissist. 6. Dysfunction Is the New Normal Many modern girls were raised in chaos. Divorced parents. Absent fathers. Traumatized mothers. And instead of healing, they brought that chaos into dating. So when you show up with purpose and structure? She calls it “too much.” She wants a soft man who’s strong. A rich man who’s humble. A loyal man who doesn’t ask questions. She wants everything—but gives almost nothing. So Here’s the Brutal Truth: Marriage is a system. If you don’t build it with strategy, it will collapse in drama. Stop marrying for butterflies. Start marrying for alignment. For values. For vision. Pick a partner who multiplies your purpose—not one who multiplies your pain. Because at the end of the day… It’s not who makes your heart skip. It’s who helps you finish the race. Marry wisely. Remember—when it finally comes to a divorce, obligations are enforceable by law, but no one can compel her to keep loving you and riding your joystick that’s insisting she’s the best rider it has ever seen. Speak with wisdom in the comments, I will like to have your opinions. #marriage #modernrelationships #masculinity

Your light will shine for sure Your light will shine as things You have that will to go a long way Think about today as it's a bright new day New aspirations and new desires New things that will take you higher New thought to change your mind Will motivate you and make you kind New wisdom that will change for sure You have a reason to adore Look at the bright side of life Then you won't have to strive It's all about the feeling so new As it's so lovely bright day and hue Good morning to you all

IRNA News Agency: 🔷 Iran-U.S. talks can bear fruit with continued goodwill and realism: Araqchi 📌 Foreign Minister Abbas Araqchi says talks between Iran and the United States can be fruitful if goodwill and realism persist. 🖇 en.irna.ir/news/85808536/ 📲 @Irna_en 🔶Thousands rally against Trump’s policies across the U.S. 📌 Thousands of protesters have poured into the streets of Washington and other cities across the United States to reject President Donald Trump’s policies including those on the economy, deportations, government firings, and the wars in Gaza and Ukraine. 🖇 en.irna.ir/news/85808687/ 📲 @Irna_en 📌 Gaza has become a “mass grave” for Palestinians and those helping them, American actress and filmmaker Angelina Jolie says, criticizing the Israeli regime’s genocide in Gaza. 📲 @Irna_en ♦️ Dozens killed in Gaza as Netanyahu vows to continue war 📌 Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu has pledged to continue the Gaza war despite growing opposition at home and a rising death toll in the Palestinian territory where dozens of people have been killed in the latest Israeli attacks. 🖇 en.irna.ir/news/85808785/ 📲 @Irna_en 🔷 Former Israeli Prime Minister Bennett hospitalized 📌 Former Israeli Prime Minister Naftali Bennett has been hospitalized overnight after feeling unwell. 🖇 en.irna.ir/news/85808868/ 📲 @Irna_en 🔶Iran says it welcomes any practical initiative that terminate sanctions 📌 Tehran, IRNA – Administration spokesperson Fatemeh Mohajerani says Iran, in the path of negotiations with the United States, welcomes any practical initiative that terminates sanctions and ensures the rights of the Iranian people. 🖇 en.irna.ir/news/85808856/ 📲 @Irna_en ♦️ Kuwait welcomes progress in Tehran-Washington talks 📌 Kuwait’s Foreign Ministry has welcomed the progress made in the ongoing negotiations between Iran and the United States. 🖇 en.irna.ir/news/85808872/ 📲 @Irna_en 🔸 Judiciary chief will attend SCO forum meeting in China 📌 Tehran, IRNA – Judiciary Chief Qolam-Hossein Mohseni-Ejei will travel to China to participate in the 20th summit of the chairs of supreme courts from the nine member countries of the Shanghai Cooperation Organization (SCO). 🖇 en.irna.ir/news/85809011/ 📲 @Irna_en 🔶 Chamber of Commerce says Iran-U.S. talks are a tool to serve national interests 📌 Tehran, IRNA – The Chamber of Commerce, Industries, Mines, and Agriculture (ICCIMA) has expressed support for the Iran-U.S. nuclear negotiations, describing them as a sovereign tool to serve national interests and revitalize the economy. 🖇 en.irna.ir/news/85809023/ 📲 @Irna_en 🔸 Israeli airstrikes kill at least two people in southern Lebanon 📌 Lebanon’s Health Ministry said on Sunday that one person was killed and two others wounded in a drone strike targeting a car in the town of Kfaryachit. 🖇 en.irna.ir/news/85809019/ 📲 @Irna_en 🔸 Exclusive | Saudi defense minister’s visit to Iran can help expand bilateral relations: Ambassador 📌 Tehran, IRNA- Ambassador to Saudi Arabia Alireza Enayati says the recent visit of Saudi Defense Minister Prince Khalid bin Salman Al Saud to Tehran was a step toward deepening relations between the two countries. 🖇 en.irna.ir/news/85809117/ 📲 @Irna_en 🔸 Enriching uranium is a ‘red line’ for Iran, says deputy foreign minister 📌 Tehran, IRNA – Deputy Foreign Minister for Legal and International Affairs Kazem Gharibabadi says Tehran firmly refuses to negotiate over its fundamental right to enrich uranium, declaring it a non-negotiable “red line.” 🖇 en.irna.ir/news/85809166/ 📲 @Irna_en

DEFINITION OF EMOTIONAL INTELLIGENCE (EI) Emotional Intelligence (EI) is the ability to perceive, understand, manage, and regulate one’s own emotions as well as recognize and influence the emotions of others. It involves self-awareness, self-control, motivation, empathy, and social skills. Daniel Goleman popularized EI and identified five core components: 1. Self-awareness 2. Self-regulation 3. Motivation 4. Empathy 5. Social skills High emotional intelligence helps individuals build better relationships, reduce stress, defuse conflict, and improve job performance. 50 KEY ISSUES ABOUT EMOTIONAL INTELLIGENCE (EXPLAINED) 1. Self-Awareness – Knowing your emotions, strengths, weaknesses, and drives. 2. Self-Regulation – Controlling or redirecting disruptive impulses and moods. 3. Internal Motivation – Being driven to achieve beyond external rewards. 4. Empathy – Recognizing and understanding others’ emotions. 5. Social Skills – Managing relationships and building networks effectively. 6. Emotional Recognition – Ability to identify emotions in oneself and others. 7. Emotional Expression – Expressing emotions clearly and appropriately. 8. Emotional Management – Keeping emotional reactions in check. 9. Impulse Control – Resisting or delaying an emotional or behavioral reaction. 10. Self-Confidence – A strong sense of self-worth and capabilities. 11. Adaptability – Flexibility in dealing with change or unexpected obstacles. 12. Stress Management – Handling stress without becoming overwhelmed. 13. Optimism – A positive outlook that helps overcome obstacles. 14. Emotional Resilience – Recovering from setbacks and emotional distress. 15. Conflict Resolution – Managing and resolving disputes constructively. 16. Active Listening – Fully concentrating and understanding before responding. 17. Non-Verbal Communication – Reading body language and emotional cues. 18. Building Rapport – Creating a positive connection with others. 19. Trustworthiness – Being reliable and maintaining integrity. 20. Self-Motivation – Initiating tasks and pursuing goals persistently. 21. Managing Feedback – Giving and receiving feedback positively. 22. Empathetic Listening – Understanding emotions behind the words. 23. Handling Criticism – Receiving negative feedback constructively. 24. Patience – Tolerating delays or problems calmly. 25. Influence – Persuading others while respecting their viewpoints. 26. Teamwork – Collaborating with others toward a common goal. 27. Leadership – Inspiring and guiding others with emotional sensitivity. 28. Emotional Detachment – Knowing when to detach emotionally for objectivity. 29. Personal Responsibility – Owning one’s emotions and actions. 30. Awareness of Others – Sensitivity to others' emotional states and needs. 31. Mindfulness – Being present and aware of emotions in real-time. 32. Emotional Triggers – Recognizing what provokes strong emotional responses. 33. Emotional Vocabulary – Using precise language to describe feelings. 34. Perspective-Taking – Seeing situations from others’ emotional viewpoints. 35. Emotional Contagion – Understanding how emotions spread in groups. 36. Mood Management – Maintaining a healthy and productive emotional state. 37. Cultural Sensitivity – Respecting emotional expressions in diverse cultures. 38. Boundary Setting – Knowing emotional limits and asserting them respectfully. 39. Dealing with Rejection – Handling emotional pain without collapse. 40. Balancing Emotion and Logic – Making decisions that respect both. 41. Compassion – Responding to suffering with understanding and care. 42. Apologizing Sincerely – Recognizing wrongs and expressing remorse. 43. Appreciating Others – Showing gratitude and valuing emotional contributions. 44. Emotional Coaching – Helping others manage their emotions effectively. 45. Emotional Maturity – Consistently behaving in emotionally appropriate ways. 46. Regulating Emotional Climate – Shaping group emotional tone positively. 47. Dealing with Toxic People – Navigating manipulative or overly emotional individuals wisely. 48. Encouragement – Offering emotional support to boost morale. 49. Handling Uncertainty – Coping emotionally with ambiguity and change. 50. Personal Development – Constantly working to improve emotional capabilities.