The story of grammar
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There was a poor man living in the village. His name was Lafz. He had two brothers.
One is called subject and the other is called rubbish.
The subject was a very clever boy. Explain the meaning of everything. I understood.
And rubbish, he was crazy.
The subject had two sons.
One was singular, the other was compound. The individual walked alone while the compound walked together.
Mirab also had two friends. One was called Mixed Compound, the other was called Mixed Compound.
The compound was a poor, incompetent boy. Always talking incompletely. Nobody understood it.
Mikrab Tam Bhai was a very good boy. He spoke so clearly that even he was considered crazy. He would report everything. He used to lie in truth. That is why he used to call himself the Minister of Grammar.
Then suddenly an orphan boy came to the village, whose name was "Kalma", with whom there were three other people.
Their names were nouns, verbs, and letters.
Poor name, very rich, doing all the work himself. Don't take any help from anyone.
The verb always does its work stingily. He would bring others too. Coming alone, he was afraid that something might go wrong.
The letter was very poor. Nothing to eat and nothing to wear.
He would spend his time with the help of some nouns, some verbs, but sometimes he would perform such tricks that all the villagers would get excited.
Libhai had two wives.
One of them was named Marfa. The other's name is Nakra.
Maarifa Aunty always considered herself special. She was famous and well known. Everyone knew him.
Nakra Aunty was very simple. She was an ordinary woman. Humility so much that they do not consider themselves anything.
Aunty Marfa had seven children.
Three girls and four boys.
The names of the children were: conscience, knowledge, gesture, received, known by word, known by addition, known by high.
Brother Zameer, he just kept doing it all day, so you, me, he.
Brother Alam, I consider myself special. Proud of his special name.
He says: There is no one like me.
Brother Ashara, he just kept pointing fingers at others for no reason. Without it, there is no peace.
Brother received, always working with his friend.
Sister Maarif Ballam, Ms. is so naughty that there is always a fight in her house. It is stubborn to put an alphabet in my beginning because it is my soul.
Sister Maarif is a very smart girl who associates her special name with her favorite food so that no one will eat it.
Sister Maarif is a very stubborn girl. Everyone is very upset about this. Says: I will do my own thing. No one needs to blow their legs.
Sister Nada had two close friends.
One was masculine, the other was feminine.
There was no sign of a girl in the masculine.
He says: I am Mail. I am a boy.
The woman says: I am a girl. Never call me a boy by mistake. I am very dangerous.
The woman has 3 daughters.
Whose names
Round 2, A are missing and A is extended.
Round sister, a stubborn girl, who says never spoil my beautiful moon-like shape.
Alif Mamdooda is a tall, tall, sympathetic girl who does not go out alone. Baji also brings Hamza with her. Happy glue and loud harmonies.
A. Missed sister,
Repentance Repentance She is jealous of Baji Hamza. At the same time, it is a distant thing, it never even sits next to you.
The woman has two friends.
The name of one is real anti-feminine and the name of the other is literally anti-feminine.
The real aunty always competes with the man.
Aunty is literally feminine, very soft and delicate. Low blood pressure LOW BP patients. That is why they cannot compete with men. That's why Aunty Mahuqi Haqeeqi left him and went to Vahid's house.
He was always alone. No one supported him.
Vahid has two brothers. One is called Deuteronomy Brother, the friend is called Muthanna Bhai.
The other's name is Jum Bhai.
Brother Muthanna says: I will live with only two. I've never been to a third party.
Brother, gather, repent, repent!
He makes friends all day long. At least three of them stay together forever. The family is tired of the crowd. The poor fellow was kicked out of the house, he went to his friends Juma Salem and Juma Mixer.
He is a compassionate and compassionate person. He does not tease anyone.
But the plural mixers are also stubborn and flamboyant. If they don't get money, or don't get food, they start destroying household items. Someone scolds me and says: I am an innovator. I make new things.