Opinión | Los derehos humanos, acoso laboral y la calidad educativa

Opinión | Los derehos humanos, acoso laboral y la calidad educativa #PeriodismoParaTi #SociedadNoticias #IPN #GómezMancilla #Acoso @IPN_MX @SEP_mx @ONUDHmexico @STPS_mx @GobiernoMX @Letamaya @ArturoReyesS_ #CepedaSalas #SNTE #CNTE #UNAM #GIDH

Este trabajo se enfoca en relacionar a los tres asuntos del título expuesto a través de un caso, mismo que ilustra por qué éstos están estrechamente vinculados. Se verificó la autenticidad de las pruebas y de la  información del caso aquí expuesto. Por Julio César Gómez Mancilla*                                             Considero que con el objetivo de evitar decadencia de la calidad de las…

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Guyssss. Kisi ki jal rhi ki usko attention nhi mil rha... Bechara. Oh sorry. That's a bezzati of the amazing men in my life and the boys I know on here... So intentionally misgendering it is... Kyu be kuttiya jali teri ki terko main bhaw nhi de rhi? Kitni jali bata na? Aur tere dost to honge nhi, isliye aur jal rhi ki ye log jo humara naam tak nhi jaante ek saath aake teri gaand le rhe hai. Hai na. Sacchi bata. Bahut jali na teri? Aur mirchi du? Maine publish kar diya na tere asks to ye saare bawle ho jayenge. Teri laash gidh tak na chuyega aisa haal karke fekenge. Par mujhe kya main to mast maze le rhi hu.

"Ek Geda Gidhe Vich Hor Jassi" Full Song

Song:Bachke BachkeArtist:Karan Aujla, YarahLabel:Rehaan RecordsLyrics:Karan Aujla, Yarah Bachke Bachke Lyrics Sadde Warge Na Yaari Mehngi Paindi Ae Teri Jehi Naar Biba Ghare Rehndi Ae Kahton Kude Mere Nehde Nehde Lagdi Methon Taan Mandeer Pare Pare Rehndi Ae Ni Tu Gehdi Route Dass Mainu Kare Ki Phirdi Ni Tu College Nu Jaya Kar Chakk Ke Baste Ni Tu Ajj Phir Aa Gayi Biba Jach’ke Jach’ke Tainu Dasseya Main Mere Kolon Bachke Bachke Meri Kudiye Rakaane Yaari Risky Raaste Tu Taan Mehngi Aa Rakaane Assi Saste Saste Ni Tu Ajj Phir Aa Gayi Biba Jach’ke Jach’ke Tainu Kinni Vaari Dasseya Main Bachke Bachke Tainu Dasseya Main Mere Kolon Bachke Bachke Bachke Bachke Tainu Dasseya Main Mere Kolon Bachke Bachke Bachke Bachke Fail Ho Jane Aa Paaye Mate Goriye Hatt’di Hatayi Na Tu Hatte Goriye Kar Na Sawal Sadi Sat Sri Akal Teri Hello Nu Aa Dooron Meri Fateh Goriye Ni Tu Langheya Naal Changeya De Supne Dekhdi Tainu Kira Je Bula Leya Main Hans’ke Hans’ke Ni Tu Ajj Phir Aa Gayi Biba Jach’ke Jach’ke Tainu Kinni Vaari Dasseya Main Bachke Backe Kithon Tere Naal Giddhe Vich Gehda De Diye Ni Saanu Saddiyan Dikhaundiyan Ne Ghodiyan Nachke Ni Tu Ajj Phir Aa Gayi Biba Jach’ke Jach’ke Tainu Kinni Vaari Dasseya Main Bachke Bachke Tainu Dasseya Main Mere Kolon Bachke Bachke Bachke Bachke Tainu Dasseya Main Mere Kolon Bachke Bachke Bachke Bachke Matt Mildi Na Jithe Kithe Hath Milde Tadke Ground’ae Paune 7 Milde Jatt Kalla Rehnda Jivein Badshah Kude Ni Assi Golleyan De Tolleyan Ch Ghatt Milde Appan Sohniye Pyaran Kolon Rahida Door Aa Ni Main Ankh Na Jhapkan Chahe Lakk Taan Lachke Ni Tu Ajj Phir Aa Gayi Biba Jach’ke Jach’ke Tainu Dasseya Mein Mere Kolon Bachke Bachke Kithon Tere Naal Gidhe Vich Gehda De Diye Ni Saanu Saddiyan Dikhaundiyan Ne Ghodiyan Nachke Ni Tu Ajj Phir Aa Gayi Biba Jach’ke Jach’ke Tainu Kinni Vaari Dasseya Main Bachke Bachke Tainu Dasseya Main Mere Kolon Bachke Bachke Bachke Bachke Tainu Dasseya Main Mere Kolon Bachke Bachke Bachke Bachke It Don’t Get No Easier Love Love But I Swear That I Still Love You I’ll Admit I’m Not Letting You Go Feel The Wait By This Taking This Long I Don’t Wanna Wait No Ha Ha Like Don’t You Ever Go I’ll Call And Let You Know When I’m With You Boy Time Slows Ooo Ooh Time Slows Ooo Ooh Written by: Karan Aujla, Yarah #Hindi https://lyricsss.in/bachke-bachke-lyrics/?feed_id=114&Lyricsss

Sure Saad Sura No 38 me Allah ne Kaha:Saad.Quran ki Qhasam.Jo Logo ko Nasihat Dene Wali Kitaab hai.Magar Kaafer Is Quran se Gharoor aur Mukhalifat me Padhe hue hain.

Inse Pahele k Log b Allah ki Kitaabo ki Mukhalifat me Padhe hue the.Humne Unko Halak Kar Diya.

Jab Wo Gidh Gidhane Lage.Magar Wo Chodhne ka Waqt nahi tha.

Note:Quran Dunya k Tamam insaano ko Dunya me Kis Tarah Jeena hai.Bahut hi Aasan Tareqhe Batata hai.Jis se har insaan ki Zindagi me Sukoon Paida Hota hai.Quran k Ahekamat nahi Maan Kar insaan Apni Zindagi me Mushkilat Khadhi Kar Leta hai.

India.Pakistan k Musalmano ko Dekho Quran ka ilm nahi Hone ki Wajhe se Aafato me Mubtela hain.

Dunya ka har insaan Ek Baat Thaan Le.Dunya Jaye Bhaadh me mere ko Quran ka ilm Hasil Kar k Allah k Ahekamat Par Aamal Karna hai.

Qyamat k Din har Ek Apna Hisaab Khud Akele Dena hai.Qyamat k Din Koi Madad Karne Wala nahi.Jo Madad Karne Wala hai.Wo Sirf Allah hai.

mohsin, huma muje

in lalchi gidhs se bachao,..need you lovelies…love you both love you…stick to me dears.

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Kabootar Aur Gidh Ki Dosti

Advent Calendar: Day 2

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A whisper of cloth and animal skin heralds the woman’s arrival; tall and slender as an aspen in spring, a knife blade in the darkness. Silver strands that shine through night shaded locks that fall down to hips ~once jokingly called amply by a duchess~ mimic the thin moonlight. But this is no indication of age, she’d ever been adorned with those locks, and like him, is unchanging with the passage of centuries. It is succour to the spirit to see that some things do not change especially when the world is no longer what they remember, nor could it be held on to if they had tried. He does not turn away from the text held in pale and elegant hands, and eyes as grey as starlight follow the length from tip of fingers to the breadth of shoulders, onto the column of his throat, clad in colours as sombre as her own. Every last strand of his hair is the same, touching onto his shoulder just as she recalled the last time. She searches for the right words to break the silence. They exist in uncounted abundance, one for each emotion that lends its weight to her chest, and yet none of them come easily to her tongue. She did not know what to expect. What she could possibly hope for as she strode through the knee deep snow that clings to every stone and track of open space. Shame caused her to be faint-hearted at the gates which had not opened in longer than she wishes to dwell on, not that they had ever been thrown wide open in all the length of their association. In his own way, she thinks he hears her just the same and steals some of her thunder when that voice crosses the space and embraces her in its timbre as no other tone she could feel rather than hear. “Gidh renin.” Two words. They reach out for the corners of her mouth and pull one upward slightly with a twitch. Clearly, he does remember, and more than just her. When was the last time she’d heard the language of her birth spoken aloud? The smile that is never fully born becomes something infinitely softer, her eyes deepen with warmth and boots carry her closer to him though she restrains herself from breaching his personal space for all that she might hope to embrace an old friend. “Gwannas lû and, Aranwaith nin.” Words that have not been uttered in an age of man. It does her heart, that shrivelled thing of stone within her breast, good that he has not forgotten them. But this leads into something more comfortable to them both; a profound silence that needs no language. Not hers nor his. There is knowledge and connection between them that has always been unfathomably deep. She still remembers with bittersweet amusement the horror that painted shades on the faces of others the first few times that he and she turned up together. She will never forget those times and the sacrifice he made in rescuing her. Neither can she ever be absolved for not stopping the boy his monstrosity that might have saved him a decade of torment. They do not share blood. Hers has been consumed, freely given, and would be shared again would that he choose to drink deeply. Despite that she is always reminded of her distant kin and high king; Fingon and Maedhros and their legendary friendship. He turns and rises. Another twitch of her lips when she has to raise her chin to meet his height, gaze to gaze and slowly removes a fine leather glove. Cold hand curves to cold cheek, both of them sharing their unearthly pallor. No breath warms her skin though there’s a brief moment where she feels that he can scent her blood beneath the thin blue-veined skin at her wrist. Her thumb crests the sharp arch of his cheekbone and unbidden she draws closer. He allows her this intrusion, the way she tucks herself against him, her dark hair almost at his throat. One beautiful, achingly elegant hand rises to splay itself in the space between her shoulder-blades. Neither her great bow nor her blades are concealed beneath her cloak. He is preemptive. She breathes him in as deeply as she can, as if it will be another age before she has the chance again. She draws back, modest and humble as she never is and reaches the same bare hand into the folds of her cloak. When it reappears it holds an ivory cylindrical case, capped in gold on either end. She is still Noldori after all. Sees beauty in all things even now, with an eye toward jewels. The curse of her bloodline. All things being what they are, however, it is the tiny fragment of papyrus within that is of incalculable cost. She does not recognise the language it is written in. In fact, there is only one word contained that she can read of it, and only because he’s spoken to her of it before. If she were truly selfish, she might have sought out a trinket that could not threaten the delicate nature of their long association. But she also knows the price of aeons without end. “A blessed Yule to you, Ledislau.”

Opinión | Sociedad | El debate entre presidenciables

Opinión | Sociedad | El debate entre presidenciables #PeriodismoParaTi #SociedadNoticias #Debate #DebatePresidencial @CNDH @ONUDHmexico @hrw #GIDH @JoseVictor_Rdz @Claudiashein

Claudia Sheinbaum Pardo ha vuelto a poner sobre la mesa un tema crucial en la política nacional: la seguridad y la responsabilidad de los gobiernos estatales. Por José Víctor Rodríguez Nájera La candidata a la Presidencia de la República por la coalición “Sigamos Haciendo Historia”, Claudia Sheinbaum Pardo, ha vuelto a poner sobre la mesa un tema crucial en la política nacional: la seguridad y…

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TÍTULO. "El Estado Colombiano mató sus ciudadanos": presidente Gustavo Petro sobre masacres de Ituango

MEDIO. El Espectador

Miembros de las Autodefensas Campesinas de Córdoba y Urabá, el 11 de julio de 1996, estuvieron en el corregimiento de La Granja. Allí, asesinaron a cuatro personas. Meses después, el ya mencionado grupo paramilitar, torturaron y asesinaron a quince campesinos en el corregimiento del Aro.

Por estos dos acontecimientos, la Corte Interamericana de Derechos Humanos (Corte IDH) condenó al Estado Colombiano en el 2006.

Solo hasta hoy, el presidente de la República, Gustavo Petro, ha sido el único en pedir perdón a los familiares de las víctimas de estas masacres.

El evento se presentó en el Museo Casa de la Memoria de Medellín. La participación fue horizontal: las familias de las víctimas se reunieron para escuchar, por primera vez en representación de la cabeza de Estado, una muestra de perdón. Asimismo intervinieron y reclamaron condiciones para la seguridad del Municipio de Ituango.

Además, intervino María Victoria Fallon, directora del Grupo Interdisciplinario por los Derechos Humanos (GIDH). Esta entidad son los responsables de llevar los procesos judiciales de ambas masacres.

El yacimiento - Luis Montero Manglano (2022)

Por el autor de la aclamada trilogía Los Buscadores, llega un nuevo thriller plagado de misterio, peligro y aventura. Afganistán, 2025. Equipada con lo último en tecnología científica, la sociedad pionera en desarrollo cultural GIDHE decide enviar un equipo internacional de arqueólogos y personal de defensa para salvar los vestigios históricos del yacimiento de Tell Teba. La tensa situación…

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Raja Gidh Novel By Bano Qudsia

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