@mustafa.sarhank: تتفقون معاية لو عندكم رأي ثاني ؟

مصطفى سرهنك | Mustafa Sarhang
مصطفى سرهنك | Mustafa Sarhang
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alzubaydia3
هدوء :
اني رحت تجاره 😌 ونجحت وهسه جامعه ادارة اعمال الحمدلله
2026-06-11 19:38:02
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ummoataz12
زهره النرجس :
لا عيني المحاسبه والماليه احسن
2026-06-12 05:47:37
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r_2_2_m
رَحمهَ🖤 :
المحاسبه مو صعببب اني جنت خارجي واسخت اقرة قليل ونجحت دور اول ومعدل لابأس بي واحسن من الادارة من ناحيه القبولات مال جامعه
2026-06-12 14:22:43
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yy___kkli
R.🌠 :
حياتي تجاره ترا صعبه
2026-06-12 21:35:06
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usertqa4vsd94z
حسن غفار :
نصيحه افضل قسم بالمهني التجارة قسم إدارة سهل اني قدمت من اول سنة نجحت والحمد لله وهسه مرحلة ثانيه كلية الادارة والاقتصاد قسم إدارة أعمال
2026-06-11 17:32:41
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1afob6
شــهــد :
جا اريد محاسبة🗿
2026-06-13 15:57:48
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sa_s014
sa_s014 :
عباله الاداره سهله😒
2026-06-13 09:43:17
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20252026br
🎀. :
اني طالبة خارجي ماعرف اي قسم اروح اقدم اريد حاسبات منو دارسه
2026-06-13 20:45:04
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user6090675797561
خوخهه🦅 :
وياكم شخصيا إدارة مهني وهسه مرحله ثالثه إدارة أعمال؟
2026-06-12 08:55:35
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xt5i83
حنينهَ🤍. :
اني تجاره محاسبه
2026-06-11 14:36:10
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ali.al.i.ali.ali
ملكه البنفسج :
قسم محاسبه هم كلش زين
2026-06-12 01:18:51
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alis_15.5
‹ ع̀́لوش̀́ | 🖤🥀 :
شلكي واني تجارة فرع الإدارة 😃💙
2026-06-13 13:58:51
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o00yf
𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙛 𝙖𝙡𝙞🗿 :
السلام عليكم شاب اريد نصبحتكم هسه اني صف سادس ادبي وريد احول مهني شنو تنصحوني ؟؟
2026-06-13 11:56:51
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dyw0i4gwwnw0
دنوشه ياروحي :
اني طلعت من الاوائل تجاره ونقبلت بجامعة بغداد قسم أداره عامه
2026-06-12 22:22:49
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user197057103679
من جهات اتصالك :
اني سادس علمي والسنه جايه احول مهني قسم الاداره 💜
2026-06-12 17:39:35
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bno.h_
كنوشه آل سراي،♥️🌿) ء :
قسم المحاسبه بس مابيهن تعينات؟؟؟
2026-06-13 08:29:35
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.twm.5
خياطة ام زيوني :
قسم الادارة نجحت من اول دور كلش سهلة
2026-06-12 11:31:44
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noor..__2000
نـور الراشـد :
اريد ملازم قسم اداره ب pdf
2026-06-13 01:50:52
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kv1i1
مـحمـد ســليـمان ⚖️ :
اني تجاره / قسم اداره قانـونــيه ⚖️🙂
2026-06-13 20:54:56
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zo.18z0
زينب احمد :
مرحله ثانيه قسم ادارة 😍🫶🏻❤️
2026-06-14 00:44:49
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ayo00009
ayo90000 :
ماريد الاداره ولا اريد فنون التطبيقي عاجبني الحاسبات والتقنيات هل صعبه او لا
2026-06-13 22:03:24
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user80563610996152
توت | 🧿💞 ۽ . :
منو احسن الأدبي لو التجاره
2026-06-12 11:56:23
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znoob.51
زيَـنـَب مُحِمَد . 𓍼ོ :
ي والله اني محاسبه صعبه
2026-06-13 12:53:09
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asallli45
عسل :
يصير الثالث متوسط يامعدل
2026-06-12 08:45:43
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POV: The taxi slows to a stop outside your apartment building. Meanwhile, Minwoo is still leaning heavily against your shoulder. “Baby.” “Hm?” “We home?” You smile. “Yeah.” He hums happily, then immediately snuggles closer. You laugh. “Come on. We have to get out.” “I’m too sleepy.” The driver chuckles from the front seat. You apologize for the hundredth time. Minwoo lifts his head slightly. Then points at you. “Sir.” The driver looks in the mirror. “Yes?” Minwoo nods confidently. “This is my wife.” Your entire soul leaves your body. The driver lets out a laugh. “Oh?” You cover your face. “He’s drunk, I’m so sorry—” But Minwoo is nodding very confidently now. “Yes,” he repeats. “My wife.” “Not your wife,” you whisper, trying to tug his sleeve. He turns to you slowly. “Future wife,” he corrects. You feel your face burn instantly. “You can’t just say things like that.” Minwoo blinks at you like he doesn’t understand the problem. “Why?” “Because—because you’re drunk.” He thinks about that, then shrugs. “I’m just honest.” The driver makes the mistake of saying, “That’s cute.” Now Minwoo thinks he has support. “See?” “When I think about later,” he mumbles, eyes already drifting shut again, “you’re there.” “When I come home after work…” Another pause. “You’re there too… you’re in all my plans.” Your eyes immediately sting. And before he can notice, “Okay,” you say quickly. “Let’s go upstairs.” ~ Getting him inside the apartment building is a challenge. Getting him into the elevator is another challenge. Getting him to walk in a straight line? Impossible. By the time you finally make it home, Minwoo is practically asleep standing up. “Come on.” You guide him toward the bedroom. He immediately falls face-first onto the mattress. Still wearing his jacket. Still wearing his shoes. You laugh softly and kneel beside the bed. Carefully remove his shoes, his jacket, his watch. By now his hair is sticking to his forehead. Too sweaty and messy from the night. You disappear into the bathroom for a moment. When you come back, you’re holding a damp towel. Minwoo is already halfway asleep. Eyes barely open. You gently brush the towel across his forehead. Wiping away the sweat. Then his cheeks. Then the back of his neck. His eyes flutter open and immediately finds you. Always finding you. “Hi.” You smile. “Hi.” He watches you quietly while you fix his hair back. Then suddenly, his hand reaches up and catches your wrist. You pause. “Minwoo?” His thumb brushes against your skin lazily. Still sleepy and drunk. “Thank you.” Your chest tightens. “For what?” “For taking care of me.” The words come out soft, like he means every single one. You smile. “I always will. We’re gonna take care of each other, right?” Something in his expression melts, then he tugs gently on your wrist. A silent request saying, “Come here.” So you do. You sit beside him. And immediately his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you against him. His face presses into your stomach. Eyes already closing again. You run your fingers through his hair. The room is quiet. And just when you think he’s fallen asleep, his voice comes out sleepy against your shirt. “…Future wife.” You immediately laugh through the tears threatening to form. “Go to sleep.” “No.” “Minwoo.” He peeks one eye open, tiniest smile on his lips. Then he presses a sleepy kiss against your hand and whispers: “Just giving you a spoiler.” #CHAWOOMIN  #AU #POVSTORIES  #IMAGINESTORIES  #FANFIC
POV: The taxi slows to a stop outside your apartment building. Meanwhile, Minwoo is still leaning heavily against your shoulder. “Baby.” “Hm?” “We home?” You smile. “Yeah.” He hums happily, then immediately snuggles closer. You laugh. “Come on. We have to get out.” “I’m too sleepy.” The driver chuckles from the front seat. You apologize for the hundredth time. Minwoo lifts his head slightly. Then points at you. “Sir.” The driver looks in the mirror. “Yes?” Minwoo nods confidently. “This is my wife.” Your entire soul leaves your body. The driver lets out a laugh. “Oh?” You cover your face. “He’s drunk, I’m so sorry—” But Minwoo is nodding very confidently now. “Yes,” he repeats. “My wife.” “Not your wife,” you whisper, trying to tug his sleeve. He turns to you slowly. “Future wife,” he corrects. You feel your face burn instantly. “You can’t just say things like that.” Minwoo blinks at you like he doesn’t understand the problem. “Why?” “Because—because you’re drunk.” He thinks about that, then shrugs. “I’m just honest.” The driver makes the mistake of saying, “That’s cute.” Now Minwoo thinks he has support. “See?” “When I think about later,” he mumbles, eyes already drifting shut again, “you’re there.” “When I come home after work…” Another pause. “You’re there too… you’re in all my plans.” Your eyes immediately sting. And before he can notice, “Okay,” you say quickly. “Let’s go upstairs.” ~ Getting him inside the apartment building is a challenge. Getting him into the elevator is another challenge. Getting him to walk in a straight line? Impossible. By the time you finally make it home, Minwoo is practically asleep standing up. “Come on.” You guide him toward the bedroom. He immediately falls face-first onto the mattress. Still wearing his jacket. Still wearing his shoes. You laugh softly and kneel beside the bed. Carefully remove his shoes, his jacket, his watch. By now his hair is sticking to his forehead. Too sweaty and messy from the night. You disappear into the bathroom for a moment. When you come back, you’re holding a damp towel. Minwoo is already halfway asleep. Eyes barely open. You gently brush the towel across his forehead. Wiping away the sweat. Then his cheeks. Then the back of his neck. His eyes flutter open and immediately finds you. Always finding you. “Hi.” You smile. “Hi.” He watches you quietly while you fix his hair back. Then suddenly, his hand reaches up and catches your wrist. You pause. “Minwoo?” His thumb brushes against your skin lazily. Still sleepy and drunk. “Thank you.” Your chest tightens. “For what?” “For taking care of me.” The words come out soft, like he means every single one. You smile. “I always will. We’re gonna take care of each other, right?” Something in his expression melts, then he tugs gently on your wrist. A silent request saying, “Come here.” So you do. You sit beside him. And immediately his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you against him. His face presses into your stomach. Eyes already closing again. You run your fingers through his hair. The room is quiet. And just when you think he’s fallen asleep, his voice comes out sleepy against your shirt. “…Future wife.” You immediately laugh through the tears threatening to form. “Go to sleep.” “No.” “Minwoo.” He peeks one eye open, tiniest smile on his lips. Then he presses a sleepy kiss against your hand and whispers: “Just giving you a spoiler.” #CHAWOOMIN #AU #POVSTORIES #IMAGINESTORIES #FANFIC

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