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ಆಮ್ರಪಾಲಿ, ಅಂಬಾಪಾಲಿ ಮತ್ತು ಅಂಗುಲಿಮಾಲ ಗೌತಮ ಬುದ್ಧನ ಶಿಷ್ಯರಾದದ್ದು ಹೇಗೆ?
ತಿಳಿಯೋಣ “ಬುದ್ಧಂ ಶರಣಂ ಗಚ್ಚಾಮಿ” ಪುಸ್ತಕದಿಂದ.
ಈ ಪುಸ್ತಕವನ್ನು ಕೊಳ್ಳಲು ಕೆಳಗಿನ ಕೊಂಡಿಯನ್ನು ಕ್ಲಿಕ್ ಮಾಡಿ.
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ಆಮ್ರಪಾಲಿ, ಅಂಬಾಪಾಲಿ ಮತ್ತು ಅಂಗುಲಿಮಾಲ ಗೌತಮ ಬುದ್ಧನ ಶಿಷ್ಯರಾದದ್ದು ಹೇಗೆ?
ತಿಳಿಯೋಣ “ಬುದ್ಧಂ ಶರಣಂ ಗಚ್ಚಾಮಿ” ಪುಸ್ತಕದಿಂದ.
ಈ ಪುಸ್ತಕವನ್ನು ಕೊಳ್ಳಲು ಕೆಳಗಿನ ಕೊಂಡಿಯನ್ನು ಕ್ಲಿಕ್ ಮಾಡಿ.
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ಆಮ್ರಪಾಲಿ, ಅಂಬಾಪಾಲಿ ಮತ್ತು ಅಂಗುಲಿಮಾಲ ಗೌತಮ ಬುದ್ಧನ ಶಿಷ್ಯರಾದದ್ದು ಹೇಗೆ?
ತಿಳಿಯೋಣ “ಬುದ್ಧಂ ಶರಣಂ ಗಚ್ಚಾಮಿ” ಪುಸ್ತಕದಿಂದ.
ಈ ಪುಸ್ತಕವನ್ನು ಕೊಳ್ಳಲು ಕೆಳಗಿನ ಕೊಂಡಿಯನ್ನು ಕ್ಲಿಕ್ ಮಾಡಿ.
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#gauthamabuddha #angulimala #amrapali #buddha #prasena #kannadabooks #kanndastories
ಆಮ್ರಪಾಲಿ, ಅಂಬಾಪಾಲಿ ಮತ್ತು ಅಂಗುಲಿಮಾಲ ಗೌತಮ ಬುದ್ಧನ ಶಿಷ್ಯರಾದದ್ದು ಹೇಗೆ?
ತಿಳಿಯೋಣ “ಬುದ್ಧಂ ಶರಣಂ ಗಚ್ಚಾಮಿ” ಪುಸ್ತಕದಿಂದ.
ಈ ಪುಸ್ತಕವನ್ನು ಕೊಳ್ಳಲು ಕೆಳಗಿನ ಕೊಂಡಿಯನ್ನು ಕ್ಲಿಕ್ ಮಾಡಿ.
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#gauthamabuddha #angulimala #amrapali #buddha #prasena #kannadabooks #kanndastories
ಆಮ್ರಪಾಲಿ, ಅಂಬಾಪಾಲಿ ಮತ್ತು ಅಂಗುಲಿಮಾಲ ಗೌತಮ ಬುದ್ಧನ ಶಿಷ್ಯರಾದದ್ದು ಹೇಗೆ?
ತಿಳಿಯೋಣ “ಬುದ್ಧಂ ಶರಣಂ ಗಚ್ಚಾಮಿ” ಪುಸ್ತಕದಿಂದ.
ಈ ಪುಸ್ತಕವನ್ನು ಕೊಳ್ಳಲು ಕೆಳಗಿನ ಕೊಂಡಿಯನ್ನು ಕ್ಲಿಕ್ ಮಾಡಿ.
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#harivubooks #gauthamabuddha #angulimala #amrapali #buddha #prasena #kannadabooks
ප්රාතිහාර්ය තුනකින් දමනය වූ අංගුලිමාලයන් වහන්සේ
#Mahamevnawa #KiribathgodaGnananandaThera #Angulimala #SriAngulimalaMahaSeya
ශ්රී අංගුලිමාල මහා සෑ විහාරය, බෝවත්ත, බිංගිරිය, හලාවත.
#Mahamevnawa #SriAngulimalaMahaSeya #angulimala #skyview #aerialview
"Will I Shift?"
The Redemption of #Angulimala
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A lot of people are worried about what they've done, or what they haven't.
You may have been on drugs, struggling to get clean, or have a criminal record.
You may have stolen, robbed, taken that which wasn't yours.
You may have been abusive, whether emotionally, physically or otherwise.
You may be struggling to reconcile with the religious beliefs of your family, fighting to become free from mental bonds.
You may have even killed someone.
Do any of those things mean that you'll miss the most important, prophesized and sacred event the world will ever see?
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Angulimala was born as a wide-eyed, innocent child who had good parents, a good life, and earnestly wanted to excel in his studies. Buddhist sutras describe him as a handsome young man who eventually did so well in his studies that his fellow students would soon become intensely jealous of the good relationship that Angulimala appeared to have with his professor.
According to these ancient accounts, the jealousy of his classmates grew until they finally came up with a plan: they would approach their teacher's wife and persuade her to attempt to seduce the innocent Angulimala. If he succumbed to her temptations, his furious professor would expel him, and if he refused her, it wouldn't matter: the wife would go to him and claim that he attempted to take her against her will. Either way, it seemed like a win-win for them, and they'd be rid of an upstanding young man whom they all hated.
As expected, Angulimala was not enthralled with the wiles of this woman and turned her away. When his teacher was approached, and advised of the lie [that Angulimala had attempted to seduce his wife], he came up with a devious plan of his own.
"You've just about finished your studies here," explained the devious scholar one day, when the two had a moment alone. "Yet in order to pass your examinations and become a success, you must do the one thing a professor of my calibre requires in order to prove your devotion to me."
"What's that?" asked Angulimala.
The scholar steepled his hands. "You must bring me the fingers of a human being."
"Wh-- what?" Angulimala was confused. "But I can't--"
"A thousand of them," the scholar interjected. "Each finger must come from a different person. If it's done any other way, you don't pass, and you become a failure. I'm sorry, my dear boy, but that's what it takes."
Angulimala was stunned. "Master, I come from a very peaceful family. I cannot hurt anyone, let alone slice someone's fingers off. And a thousand of them?! What will become of me?"
"Do it, or you're a failure," came the cold response.
Angulimala gulped, gathered his robes, and went about his way. It took him several days to simply stop shaking. If he didn't do this, his mother would be heartbroken, and his father would probably disown him. There had been many astrological signs at his birth pointing to the possibility that he was 'cursed'; his natal charts had shown that there was a chance he would become a lone vandal. He'd worked his entire life to prove himself to his family and the skeptical community he lived in that he was not cursed, and was just like anybody else.
But if he could manage this, he would be able to present his parents with his professor's glowing accolades. And surely the karmic consequences of murder would be less severe if he chose victims the world didn't need anyway: thieves, robbers, beggars, rapists.
At the end of a fitful week, Angulimala stripped his clothing off, took a deep breath, and took up a large machete. That same evening, he set about his gruesome task, and the more people who were slain, the deeper into darkness Angulimala would become.
He would approach a victim at any time of day or night. He didn't want their jewels or their possessions, or even their clothes-- just the fingers. He was so vicious and merciless that entire communities fled, moving their villages and refusing to go anywhere by themselves. Angulimala spared no-one, and there seemed to be nothing anyone could do to stop him.
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"Awakened One, the people are frightened."
Ananda, the historical #Buddha's closest friend and disciple, approached the measured master with folded hands and a furrowed brow.
"This man, this-- this demon, is wearing the fingers of his victims as a mala [necklace]. The fingers, Honored One. And he's killed--"
"999 people," the Buddha finished calmly.
Ananda stopped short. "How did you--"
"Do you really need to ask how I know?"
Ananda bowed his head in deference.
The Buddha smiled, stood, and calmly collected his robes. He would make a solo journey to visit this young man, this 'Angulimala'. No-one in the world other than he could have known what needed to be done.
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A flash of orange caught the deranged young man's attention. He looked up from his meal of rotten mangoes, a shell of his former self: hair long, stringy and matted, dried blood caked onto what remained of his clothing, and the smell of rich copper still in his nostrils.
It was a man. A lone man with an orange robe, walking peacefully along a meandering forest path not two hundred feet away from him. A young man, with a healthy glow and something Angulimala had never seen in a lone person in these parts: a hint of a smile.
Who does this fool think he is?
Quicker than a bolt of lightning, Angulimala snatched up his machete and set out after this mysterious young monk at top speed. But something was 'off'.
No matter how fast he ran, he couldn't catch up. The orange-robed monk wasn't even walking that fast, but he couldn't close any distance between them, regardless of how he pushed himself. He ran until his lungs burned, and grew angrier every second. And still, the exact same distance remained between him and his target. He just couldn't get close.
"Hey. Hey!" Angulimala barked.
The monk kept walking.
"Stop. You stop it right there, do you hear me?"
"I have stopped," came the strangely melodic reply. "You are the one who has not stopped."
Angulimala came to a halt. He dropped his machete, blinked his eyes, and shook his head slowly. It was as if he were coming out of a thick fog, and he had a headache.
"What-- what do you mean?" he called out, perplexed.
The orange-robed monk stopped walking and turned. There was a radiance about this young man that Angulimala had never seen before. It was as if he was glowing.
"Are you a god?!" he asked incredibly.
"No," came the gentle reply as the Buddha approached.
"You must be an angel then. Are you an angel?"
"No."
"Then who are you?"
Another smile, as refreshing as a drink of water at high noon. "I am Awake."
Angulimala felt a searing emotional pain and sunk to his knees in shame and inner turmoil.
What have I done?
"You have taken lives," the Buddha replied, approaching fearlessly and laying a gentle hand on Angulimala's head. "Had I not come along when I did, you would have made your own mother your one thousandth victim. She knows what you've been doing, but she's here in the area looking for you, because she loves you."
Angulimala let out a strangled sob. The sad truth hit him at just that moment: he never had to murder anyone in the first place.
"That's right," the Buddha intoned. It no longer seemed strange to the broken young man that this monk seemed to be able to read his thoughts.
"I should never have done this," Angulimala wept. "But my master! He told me if I didn't--"
"You can't blame this on him," said the Buddha. "This was all a choice you made. At any point you could have chosen to stop the madness, but the more people you destroyed, the more lost you became."
Tears streaked down Angulimala's face. "I will never be able to escape the consequences of what I have done. Will I-- suffer?"
"Yes."
Angulimala threw up his hands. "Then it's over for me."
"Son, do you think I would be here if there were no hope for you?"
Sniffling, Angulimala looked up. "I can't possibly be redeemed," he said miserably. He tore the necklace of fingers off of his neck in fresh disgust and hurled it to the ground, as if it were a poisonous snake. "You can see it for yourself. I'm no better than a monster. A demon. Leave me!"
"I will do that on one condition," came the Buddha's reply. "You must close your eyes and take three deep breaths. At the end of the third breath, you must tell me who you really are. If you cannot, then I will leave you to your fate. But if you can, then you will follow me."
Trembling, Angulimala closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He remembered the smell of his mother's rice cooking, and the way she cheerfully ruffled his hair as a child while he ate it. He took another, and remembered why he had left home in the first place; to study hard and make his parents proud. He took a third breath.
When he opened his eyes, the Buddha had nearly vanished. Only a flash of his orange robe was still visible through the foliage, but Angulimala didn't want to lose sight of him. Never had anyone spoken to him and shown such love, aside from his own parents.
With fresh hope in his heart, he started down the path.
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The words and the editing may be mine, but this story really happened. Angulimala was a real person, who met the kindness and compassion of someone who seemed to be an angel in human form.
He would go on to become one of the Buddha's most devoted disciples, making a complete turn-around from his dark, murderous ways. Living the life of a serial murderer had almost severed his connection with his own buddha-nature, but it had never abandoned him.
The story of Agulimala is one of the most well-known in Buddhist canonical literature. The young man would go on to do many wonderful things, and to this day is known as the patron saint of childbirth in southeast Asian countries for his role in helping a young woman deliver her child.
He also had to live with the consequences of his own free will. He may have been manipulated into evil, but his conscious decisions to murder could not be pinned on anyone else. Eventually, a group of vengeful local citizens who had lost their loves ones at Angulimala's hands surrounded him and heat him severely. He did not fight back, and many say that this is the way he died.
"What became of this young man, the one called Angulimala?" a student asked the Buddha one day, many decades after the rampage was over.
"He is awake," the Buddha replied.
...It's my earnest wish that anyone who might be reading this right now please take three deep breaths, and look within.
It doesn't matter who you are, what you've done, what you're struggling with, or where you are. What matters is the state of your own heart, and whether you can look within a remember that the Kingdom of Heaven is inside you. When you remember this beautiful space, you'll know exactly who you are, whether you know if you're an Earth-native or an incarnated Elohim Soul or not.
Anyone can change. That was Yeshua's message. That was Buddha's message. It is also the message of Pleiadians.
The change of a lifetime is coming, and we'll all be here to see it.
![MisbaaChuhal's tweet photo. "Will I Shift?"
The Redemption of #Angulimala
🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿
A lot of people are worried about what they've done, or what they haven't.
You may have been on drugs, struggling to get clean, or have a criminal record.
You may have stolen, robbed, taken that which wasn't yours.
You may have been abusive, whether emotionally, physically or otherwise.
You may be struggling to reconcile with the religious beliefs of your family, fighting to become free from mental bonds.
You may have even killed someone.
Do any of those things mean that you'll miss the most important, prophesized and sacred event the world will ever see?
🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿
Angulimala was born as a wide-eyed, innocent child who had good parents, a good life, and earnestly wanted to excel in his studies. Buddhist sutras describe him as a handsome young man who eventually did so well in his studies that his fellow students would soon become intensely jealous of the good relationship that Angulimala appeared to have with his professor.
According to these ancient accounts, the jealousy of his classmates grew until they finally came up with a plan: they would approach their teacher's wife and persuade her to attempt to seduce the innocent Angulimala. If he succumbed to her temptations, his furious professor would expel him, and if he refused her, it wouldn't matter: the wife would go to him and claim that he attempted to take her against her will. Either way, it seemed like a win-win for them, and they'd be rid of an upstanding young man whom they all hated.
As expected, Angulimala was not enthralled with the wiles of this woman and turned her away. When his teacher was approached, and advised of the lie [that Angulimala had attempted to seduce his wife], he came up with a devious plan of his own.
"You've just about finished your studies here," explained the devious scholar one day, when the two had a moment alone. "Yet in order to pass your examinations and become a success, you must do the one thing a professor of my calibre requires in order to prove your devotion to me."
"What's that?" asked Angulimala.
The scholar steepled his hands. "You must bring me the fingers of a human being."
"Wh-- what?" Angulimala was confused. "But I can't--"
"A thousand of them," the scholar interjected. "Each finger must come from a different person. If it's done any other way, you don't pass, and you become a failure. I'm sorry, my dear boy, but that's what it takes."
Angulimala was stunned. "Master, I come from a very peaceful family. I cannot hurt anyone, let alone slice someone's fingers off. And a thousand of them?! What will become of me?"
"Do it, or you're a failure," came the cold response.
Angulimala gulped, gathered his robes, and went about his way. It took him several days to simply stop shaking. If he didn't do this, his mother would be heartbroken, and his father would probably disown him. There had been many astrological signs at his birth pointing to the possibility that he was 'cursed'; his natal charts had shown that there was a chance he would become a lone vandal. He'd worked his entire life to prove himself to his family and the skeptical community he lived in that he was not cursed, and was just like anybody else.
But if he could manage this, he would be able to present his parents with his professor's glowing accolades. And surely the karmic consequences of murder would be less severe if he chose victims the world didn't need anyway: thieves, robbers, beggars, rapists.
At the end of a fitful week, Angulimala stripped his clothing off, took a deep breath, and took up a large machete. That same evening, he set about his gruesome task, and the more people who were slain, the deeper into darkness Angulimala would become.
He would approach a victim at any time of day or night. He didn't want their jewels or their possessions, or even their clothes-- just the fingers. He was so vicious and merciless that entire communities fled, moving their villages and refusing to go anywhere by themselves. Angulimala spared no-one, and there seemed to be nothing anyone could do to stop him.
🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿
"Awakened One, the people are frightened."
Ananda, the historical #Buddha's closest friend and disciple, approached the measured master with folded hands and a furrowed brow.
"This man, this-- this demon, is wearing the fingers of his victims as a mala [necklace]. The fingers, Honored One. And he's killed--"
"999 people," the Buddha finished calmly.
Ananda stopped short. "How did you--"
"Do you really need to ask how I know?"
Ananda bowed his head in deference.
The Buddha smiled, stood, and calmly collected his robes. He would make a solo journey to visit this young man, this 'Angulimala'. No-one in the world other than he could have known what needed to be done.
🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿
A flash of orange caught the deranged young man's attention. He looked up from his meal of rotten mangoes, a shell of his former self: hair long, stringy and matted, dried blood caked onto what remained of his clothing, and the smell of rich copper still in his nostrils.
It was a man. A lone man with an orange robe, walking peacefully along a meandering forest path not two hundred feet away from him. A young man, with a healthy glow and something Angulimala had never seen in a lone person in these parts: a hint of a smile.
Who does this fool think he is?
Quicker than a bolt of lightning, Angulimala snatched up his machete and set out after this mysterious young monk at top speed. But something was 'off'.
No matter how fast he ran, he couldn't catch up. The orange-robed monk wasn't even walking that fast, but he couldn't close any distance between them, regardless of how he pushed himself. He ran until his lungs burned, and grew angrier every second. And still, the exact same distance remained between him and his target. He just couldn't get close.
"Hey. Hey!" Angulimala barked.
The monk kept walking.
"Stop. You stop it right there, do you hear me?"
"I have stopped," came the strangely melodic reply. "You are the one who has not stopped."
Angulimala came to a halt. He dropped his machete, blinked his eyes, and shook his head slowly. It was as if he were coming out of a thick fog, and he had a headache.
"What-- what do you mean?" he called out, perplexed.
The orange-robed monk stopped walking and turned. There was a radiance about this young man that Angulimala had never seen before. It was as if he was glowing.
"Are you a god?!" he asked incredibly.
"No," came the gentle reply as the Buddha approached.
"You must be an angel then. Are you an angel?"
"No."
"Then who are you?"
Another smile, as refreshing as a drink of water at high noon. "I am Awake."
Angulimala felt a searing emotional pain and sunk to his knees in shame and inner turmoil.
What have I done?
"You have taken lives," the Buddha replied, approaching fearlessly and laying a gentle hand on Angulimala's head. "Had I not come along when I did, you would have made your own mother your one thousandth victim. She knows what you've been doing, but she's here in the area looking for you, because she loves you."
Angulimala let out a strangled sob. The sad truth hit him at just that moment: he never had to murder anyone in the first place.
"That's right," the Buddha intoned. It no longer seemed strange to the broken young man that this monk seemed to be able to read his thoughts.
"I should never have done this," Angulimala wept. "But my master! He told me if I didn't--"
"You can't blame this on him," said the Buddha. "This was all a choice you made. At any point you could have chosen to stop the madness, but the more people you destroyed, the more lost you became."
Tears streaked down Angulimala's face. "I will never be able to escape the consequences of what I have done. Will I-- suffer?"
"Yes."
Angulimala threw up his hands. "Then it's over for me."
"Son, do you think I would be here if there were no hope for you?"
Sniffling, Angulimala looked up. "I can't possibly be redeemed," he said miserably. He tore the necklace of fingers off of his neck in fresh disgust and hurled it to the ground, as if it were a poisonous snake. "You can see it for yourself. I'm no better than a monster. A demon. Leave me!"
"I will do that on one condition," came the Buddha's reply. "You must close your eyes and take three deep breaths. At the end of the third breath, you must tell me who you really are. If you cannot, then I will leave you to your fate. But if you can, then you will follow me."
Trembling, Angulimala closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He remembered the smell of his mother's rice cooking, and the way she cheerfully ruffled his hair as a child while he ate it. He took another, and remembered why he had left home in the first place; to study hard and make his parents proud. He took a third breath.
When he opened his eyes, the Buddha had nearly vanished. Only a flash of his orange robe was still visible through the foliage, but Angulimala didn't want to lose sight of him. Never had anyone spoken to him and shown such love, aside from his own parents.
With fresh hope in his heart, he started down the path.
🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿
The words and the editing may be mine, but this story really happened. Angulimala was a real person, who met the kindness and compassion of someone who seemed to be an angel in human form.
He would go on to become one of the Buddha's most devoted disciples, making a complete turn-around from his dark, murderous ways. Living the life of a serial murderer had almost severed his connection with his own buddha-nature, but it had never abandoned him.
The story of Agulimala is one of the most well-known in Buddhist canonical literature. The young man would go on to do many wonderful things, and to this day is known as the patron saint of childbirth in southeast Asian countries for his role in helping a young woman deliver her child.
He also had to live with the consequences of his own free will. He may have been manipulated into evil, but his conscious decisions to murder could not be pinned on anyone else. Eventually, a group of vengeful local citizens who had lost their loves ones at Angulimala's hands surrounded him and heat him severely. He did not fight back, and many say that this is the way he died.
"What became of this young man, the one called Angulimala?" a student asked the Buddha one day, many decades after the rampage was over.
"He is awake," the Buddha replied.
...It's my earnest wish that anyone who might be reading this right now please take three deep breaths, and look within.
It doesn't matter who you are, what you've done, what you're struggling with, or where you are. What matters is the state of your own heart, and whether you can look within a remember that the Kingdom of Heaven is inside you. When you remember this beautiful space, you'll know exactly who you are, whether you know if you're an Earth-native or an incarnated Elohim Soul or not.
Anyone can change. That was Yeshua's message. That was Buddha's message. It is also the message of Pleiadians.
The change of a lifetime is coming, and we'll all be here to see it.](https://pbs.twimg.com/media/GjJqAOFbIAQM_dc.jpg)
कहते हैं कि अंगुलिमाल डाकू घने जंगलों में ही इंसानों को अपना शिकार बनाता था..
एक डाकू के हत्यारा बनने की क्या है पहेली, देखिए
@shwetajhaanchor #Paheli @iSamarthS #Angulimala #Sutta #Buddhism
कहते हैं कि अंगुलिमाल डाकू घने जंगलों में ही इंसानों को अपना शिकार बनाता था..
एक डाकू के हत्यारा बनने की क्या है पहेली, देखिए
@shwetajhaanchor #Paheli @iSamarthS #Angulimala #Sutta #Buddhism
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The Miraculous Transformation of Angulimala - A Buddhist Tale of Redemption
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@Arunkumar78138 The one who kills bad mannered person doesn’t deserve to be called as human though he is a god.
#Rama #Ravana
The one who changes the bad mannered person into good human to be called such person as god though he is a human.
#Buddha #Angulimala
Angulimala, a feared serial killer who wore a necklace made of human fingers, encountered Lord Buddha while seeking his 1,000th victim. This is the story of his transformation.
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ft. @wreckonizehc #Limbo @KILLONSIGHTBD @Theshredderhc #TwistedGames #Angulimala @krustyhc @homicidemy @moneybag1327 @danellaslam #Centipede #Execrate @LosingEndHC
at @RumahApi2 #KL
FRIDAY&SATURDAY May26&27
TICS : Scan QR or +6013.263.5853 (Reid)
हत्यारे के इंसान बनने की सत्यकथा, देखिए आस्था, सभ्यता और विरासत से जुड़ी पहेली
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@shwetajhaanchor @iSamarthS
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