Happy B'day Zunaira

Happy B'day :)

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missing u, on your B'day :(
This is your b'day gift:P Hope u like it ... Muah .... Thanks for being a wonderful friend :)Love you, as always .....

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Dhundo ge ager Mulkon Mulkon
Mil ne k nahi nayab hian hum

Tabeer hai jis ki Hasrat -o- ghame
hum nafaso woh khuwab hain hum

E dard bata kuch ab to hi pata
ab tak ye mu'amma hal na huwa

hum mein hai dil-e- betaab neha
ya ap dil-e-betaab hain hum

dhundo ager mulkon mulkon
milne k nahi nayab hain hum

mein herat o hasrat ka maara
khamosh khara hun sahil per

derya e muhabbet kehta hia
aa kuch bhi na paya hum ne

dhundo ge ager Mulkon Mulkon
Milne k nahi nayab hian hum .....

THE END OF TIME

The Earthquake - Az-Zalzalah

Bismillah Hirrahman Nirrahim

[99.1] When the earth is shaken with its mighty shaking,
[99.2] and when the earth brings forth its burdens
[99.3] and the human asks: "What is the matter with it?"
[99.4] On that Day it shall proclaim its news,
[99.5] for your Lord will have revealed to it.
[99.6] On that Day mankind shall issue in scatterings to see their deeds.
[99.7] Whosoever has done an atom's weight of good shall see it,
[99.8] and whosoever has done an atom's weight of evil shall see it.

Importnt Notes:
In the month of ramazan earth-quake is AZAAB-E-ELAHI Please offer 2 rakat (salat toba) and do istighfaar for the whole ummah.
HELP those who are ALIVE and pray for those who are not in this world NOW....


Possible reason of earthquake in Pakistan (may be)

Has it occurred to you that the most severe earthquake in Pakistan's history has struck just five days after the first gay marriage in the country?
Do you know that exactly the same incidents occurred thousands of years back amongst "Qom-e-Looth", "Qom-e-Samood", "Qom-e-Aa'd" and many more?

NO?
KNOW YOUR ALMIGHTY ALLAH.READ THE HOLY QUR'AAN.----------------------------------------------BBC News Reference:
First gay 'marriage' in Pakistan....Wednesday, 5 October 2005, 16:36 GMT 17:36 UK
Sodomy attracts tough punishments in conservative Pakistan. A gay couple have become the first to get "married" in Pakistan, according to reports from the region. Witnesses said a 42-year-old Afghan refugee held a marriage ceremony with a local tribesman of 16 in the remote Khyber region bordering Afghanistan.Gay marriage is not legal in conservative Muslim Pakistan. On hearing of the wedding, a tribal council told the pair to leave the area or be killed for breaking religious and tribal "values and ethics".







If it is True, then believe me THE END OF TIME is Near

Dance Of Terror

Window panes come crashing down
Amidst the tears and pain
Vanishing hopes are gone and flew away
Up above through twilight
Shadows cast across the floor
Reflections of the past
Trembling thoughts of one
Dwelling deep within the soulA mystical sense of reality
Captured by the craze
All in bewilderment
Of the shock in the wave
Creatures of the dimness
Chattering amongst the green
Everything slows in stillness
What is this we see?

Donation Site

http://pakstop.com/

Qamayat Ka Manzer Qareeb Araha Hai.

2000, 5000,15000,30000 and now more than 50000… The number of deaths are increasing as if they are not counting people but votes for election. The first tremor rumbled through the country at around 8:55 (4:55 GMT) the earthquake measured 7.6 on the open ended Richter scale and its epicenter lay 100 kilometers (62 miles) north of Islamabad. Many villages were reportedly devastated and now Karachi is the target . Thank God today we are saved from this earthquake but who knows what happens in the next second.

My cousin mailed me the following Ahadees:-
Kal Suraj Giran Tha : (5th of oct)
Hadees Kay Mutabiq..
1.Ramzan Say Kuch DIn Pehlay Ya Ramzan May AAnay Wala Suraj Giran Qiamat Kay Anay Ki Khaber Deta Hay...
2.Dosri Jaga Per Yeh Bhi Hay Kay Hadees Kay Mutabiq Ramzan Say Kuch DIn Pehlay Ya Ramzan May AAnay Wala Suraj Giran Kay Kuch Hi Arsay Baad Imam Mehdi Is Dunya May Aying Gay..
3.Hadees May Hay Kay Soraj Giran Tab Hota Hay Jab Insano Per Kisi Baray Azaab Nay AAna Ho. 2001 (9/11) May Anay Wala Soraj Giran Ka Azaab Muslims Per Abhi Tak Hay…


We are being Punished for our deeds. We (Muslims) are not doing what we have been taught to do .We have forgotten the reason of our real existence. We are losing our identity (as being True Muslims ) by following the footsteps of our neighboring and being someone we are not…I know it should not have happened the way it has but yet HE has to show us the bitter reality . This is what going to happen Qayamat k din … everything is going to turn into powder and dirt. Are we hearing what He is trying to tell us. Death is inevitable but none of us would want a terrible ending.This is the right time to realise and ask Him for forgiveness… HE will listen to our prayers and they will be answered .So Pray like you have never prayed before. Cry like you have never cried before.

Imagine of people who have their dear one’s died but they don’t have coffins or money for it to even bury them………..Imagine of people who don’t have anything to keep their fast I mean any thing to eat at SEHRI and who don’t have any thing for IFTAR to break their fast…………………….Imagine of people who don’t have anything to wear and depend on people like us…………………….Imagine a cold rainy night under the sky without any thing to wear and not even a blanket to cover the kids………………………….

As a human being we should IMAGINE all this as that’s reality, it’s a tough one but its truth………………….No one knows who becomes a victim in next second…………………..

As a human being we should try and donate more and more for the victims of this earthquake which have effected a huge population of our country. See the pictures of the victums and their bitter reality of life ans seek forgiveness from HIM .At last all I want to say is O Allah ! plz give them courage to fight against this disaster and us a strong heart to bear all this Ameen

DONATION SITE:_

There are various ways to donate .Just click on the ones you think is easiest for you. UR BROTHERS AND SISTERS ARE CALLING ..HELP A.S.A.P. WE NEED YOU

http://www.pakstop.com/quake.htm

Who I am ....

WHY AM I AFRAID TO TELL YOU
WHO I AM


To tell you my thoughts
is to locate myself
in a category




To tell you my feelings
is to tell you
about ME





BUT .....





If i tell you
who i am
You may not like
who i am
and it is all
that i have

celebrating 24th Anniversary

HAPPY 24th WEDDING ANNIVERSARY
ammi and abu ....


will post later in detail



LOVE YOU 2
muaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

Completely Numb....

WAKE ME UP ............... when ......
.........................SEPTEMBER ENDS.....

POLLING....

I m in a bizarre situation …I want to take a year course in pharmacy but people are recommending me to take a yr course in day care coz one can easily find a job in it.. .. But my mom wants me to take a year course in interior designing .. I have no idea what to do so I m here for a POLL… I seriously need your help…

YE KAISI PAHELI ZINDAGANAI .....

Why do i call him my ....................?

He never was or will be mine

He belongs to himself

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running

giving out....

Farz Kero..

Farz kero hum ehl-e-wafa hun , Farz kero deewane hun,
Farz kero ye dono baatein jhuti hun afsane hunz,

Farz kero ye ji ki bapta, ji se jorh banai ho,
Farz kero abhi aur ho itni , adhi hum ne sunai ho,

Farz kero tumhe khush kerne k hume ne dhunde sau bahane hon ,
Farz kero ye nain tumahre sach much k mekhane hun ,

Farz kero ye rog ho jhuta, jhuto peet huamri ho,
Farz kero is pet k rog mein sans bhi hum per bhari ho,

Farz kero ye jog bajog hum ne dhong kachaya ho.
Farz kero bas yehi haqeqat baqi sab kuch maya ho,

A Book Called *ME*

A Book Called Me

I am like a book,
you may like what is on the cover
on the inside might even be better
take the time;
if you'd like to read me.

Do not just lay me down
time like dust,
may obscure my cover
if you don't take the time
then chances are;
things will ALWAYS be never.





by
Matthew Baughman

One by One

One by one the teardrops fall as I write you
One by one my words come falling on the page
One by one my dreams are fading in the twilight
One by one my schemes are fading fast away

One by one the flowers fading in my garden
One by one the leaves are falling from the trees
One by one my hopes are vanished in the clouds clear
One by one like snowflakes melting in the breeze

One by one my hair is turning gray
One by one my dreams are fading fast away
One by one I read your letters over
One by one I lay them all away

One by one the days are slipping up behind you
One by one the sweetest days of life go by
One by one the moments stealing out behind you
One by one she'll come and find not you or I

One by one I hear the soft words that you whispered
One by one I feel your kisses soft and sweet
One by one I hope you'll say the words to marry
One by one to one by one forever be....

It's Just I Care!!

There is a fine distinction between visualizing and remembering; the memory and the imagination occupy so close a space to each other that only a thread of a thought of a subconscious delusion of a dream separates them. And yet the thread could not be any clearer to me than if it were red neon. And I know what I imagine and what I remember. And I know that I remember this. I know what it is to remember, to remember, what my eyes have never seen.

Best friends never tell each other that they're best friends, they just know.

Why do we hurt the ones we love the most? Is it because we expect a lot from them. Don’t we take them for granted.. I know it should have not happened the way it has…Looking at me now .I was not even hurt when i had to say good - bye to my love as much as it hurt me today to say some thing I didn’t want to, to someone I completely hold dear….

I tried every possible way to get things to norm...My courage revived and my fortunes despite , my hand was so strong , my spirit was light… She gave me good sorrow and made me forgive... She thought I didn’t care and love didn’t last.. But no one understood the what I lacked….Many tears in the heart never reach the eye and It’s often hard to bear the tears we ourselves have made to fall….The feeling of guilt …., the memories of love , the partner of solitude are there but no more there…. You can not understand . you cannot let go love Is to live and live is to love… I know her since I opened my eyes and smelt the world.. The gay times of life are what I feel to remember ,,, to sigh is to grief , to grief is to cry… the cry makes me lonely .. there is no one to lie… Is it sacrifice no its not…. Is it hatred no, not at all…. I know she felt I felt for her…. But no she didn’t coz she didn’t care…. But I know she still does… Isn’t it strange when two strangers become the best of friends but isn’t it really sad when the best of friends become two strangers.

She hears the song of my heart and sings it to me when my memory fails. I cried to feel a feeling of relief and she did hear but still no response…. Let my memory fail, Let her squeal coz I know she is my angel who will lift my feet when my own wings will have troubles remembering how to fly…..

If everything I said made u smile . I will talk forever till my chords reply…My cerebrum replies, I dunt want to hear .cover the miles which make us far apart..
Silence speaks, she does hear. Silence makes the real conversations between friends. Not the saying but the never needing to say is what that does matter. want to feel a life just rally round.. I know you care ,I know you trust, my heart pounds just wanna hear one more sound…. I know I was wrong was harsh to say just give a chance and we’ll together make our lives shine out bright as we always did….


We expect a lot , cant let go, emotions are loud , its hard to believe that we are not relieved ….You know I know you hate to be labeled but swear I didn’t do it. u just felt bad.. Sorry again…. will I ever see u smiling back at me .I cant think of magic to find the solution the miles are long and the feet shy…. I keep wanting to be pure, but never am — it’s all jumbled, pieces of this emotion grafted , tearing through here to show another. Relationships can be complicated be it even at the best of times — and when they end, no matter how inevitable that ending may seem, it all smashes together into a muddy ball of ache in your chest, a razor-clawed beast sloughing its way through endless webs of red tape in your inner emotional bureaucracy.It just didn’t work out the way it should have been , you cried, I hear! You wanted a shoulder . I had one. The ways are harsh, the feelings light. I got mad , I did.

It was the hell of time.. let it be. You will be fine dunt worry about me… Perhaps it’s merely that even a person as infinitely emotional as I am can only feel so much before going numb. There is a feeling strong just rolling across my mind. I care for myself but not as much as I do for you . I know you are listening, I know you feel , this world is harsh , you do have a friend at your side. I cant express out, I m out of words, no dictionary is enough, I just need people who care…. Silk is supple, moonlight is bright, your face glows, eyes shimmery, its you yes its u , the smart lady with an adorable smile , I always did,still n will always take u the way u are…No labels matter., what matters is what you are n I love you for tht …. I'm not beautiful or intelligent like you ,, but I am happy that I m ur reflection….

I know you can just give it a try. I am a ship, sailing unacquainted , you can be the anchor to stop it look for the better. We started out as total strangers and ended as lifelong friends, we shared a season of our lives, but I wont let any season to end…

She rocks……

WHICH ONE ARE YOU ?

Once upon a time a daughter complained to her father that her life was miserable and that she didn't know how she was going to make it.She was tired of fighting and struggling all the time. It seemed just as one problem was solved, another one soon followed.Her father, a chef, took her to the kitchen

He filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire.
Once the three pots began to boil,
he placed potatoes in one pot,
eggs in the second pot
and ground coffee beans in the third pot.


He then let them sit and boil, without saying a word to his daughter.The daughter, moaned and impatiently waited, wondering what he was doing. After twenty minutes he turned off the burners.

He took the potatoes out of the pot and placed them in a bowl.He pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl.He then ladled the coffee out and placed it in a cup.

Turning to her, he asked. "Daughter, what do you see?"
"Potatoes, eggs, and coffee," she hastily replied. "Look closer", he said, "and touch the potatoes."
She did and noted that they were soft

He then asked her to take an egg and break it.
After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg.Finally, he asked her to sip the coffee.Its rich aroma brought a smile to her face."Father, what does this mean?" she asked

He then explained that the potatoes, the eggs and coffee beans had each faced the same adversity-the boiling water.However, each one reacted differently.The potato went in strong, hard, and unrelenting, but in boiling water, it became soft and weak.
The egg was fragile, with the thin outer shell protecting its liquid interior until it was put in the boiling water. Then the inside of the egg became hard
However, the ground coffee beans were unique.After they were exposed to the boiling water, they changed the water and created something new.


Which one are you," he asked his daughter."When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a potato, an egg, or a coffee bean?"

In life, things happen around us, things happen to us,but the only thing that truly matters is what happens within us.Which one are you? When problems come (and they will) how will we react? Will they make us weak, hard hearted or will they cause us to change into something worthwhile?


Think about it......




QUOTE;-

"What is important is not what happens to us, but how we respond to what happens to us."

Different Ages...

HOW A SON or DAUGHTER THINKS OF HIS/HER FATHER AT DIFFERENT AGES

At 4 Years : My daddy is great.

At 6 Years : My daddy knows everybody.

At 10 Years: My daddy is good but is short tempered and knows little lessthan my friend's Daddy.

At 12 Years : My daddy was very nice to me when I was young

At 14 Years : My daddy is getting fastidious.

At 16 Years : My daddy is not in line with the current times. Frankly hedoes not know anything.

At 18 Years : My daddy is becoming increasingly cranky.

At 20 Years : Oh! Its becoming difficult to tolerate daddy. Wonder how Mother puts up with him.

At 25 Years : Daddy is objecting to everything. Don't know when he willunderstand the world.

At 30 Years : It's becoming difficult to manage my son. I was so scaredof my father when I was young.

At 40 Years : Daddy brought me up with so much discipline. I wonder how hemanaged to handle the younger generation.

At 45 Years : I am baffled as to how my daddy brought us up

.At 50 Years : My daddy faced so many hardships to bring us up. I am unable to manage a single son.

At 55 Years : My daddy was so far sighted and planned so many things forus. Even at this old age, he is able to control things.He is one of his kind and unique.

At 60 Years : My daddy was great.Thus, it took 56 years to complete the cycle and come back to the 1ststage!


So.................................Realise it in time.

Looking With Different Angle...

i recieved this email of kool definations..thought of sharing with you all too....


TRAFFIC LIGHT: apparatus that automatically turns red when your car approaches.

PIONEER: early American who was lucky enough to find his way out of the woods.

PEOPLE: some make things happen, some watch things happen, and the majority has no idea what's happened.

SWIMMING POOL: a mob of people with water in it.

SELF-CONTROL: the ability to eat only one peanut.

CANNIBAL: person who likes to see other people stewed.

EGOCENTRIC: a person who believes he is everything you know you are.

FOREIGN FILM: any movie shown in Texas theatre that isn't a western.

MAGAZINE: bunch of printed pages that tell you what's coming in the next issue.

COLLEGE: The four-year period when parents are permitted access to the telephone.

EMERGENCY NUMBERS: Police station, fire department and places that deliver pizza.

OPERA: When a guy gets stabbed in the back and instead of bleeding he sings.

BUFFET: A French word that means "Get up and get it yourself."

BABY-SITTER: A teen-ager who must behave like an adult so that the adults who are out can behave like teenagers.

TATTOO: Permanent proof of temporary insanity

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