....love is a silent prayer of heart
It is harmony melody and the musician
It has power to win and defeat
Strange but its mercy and blessed
If desires are controlled
It becomes an honor
It can reveal or conceal
Because man is a conspiracy
Though life is killing
Long life is a blessing
Khanam belongs to her almighty in prayers
That is the ultimate pride and power
...sometimes good people can also make mistakes , they are nit neccessarily evil they are just humans
...stars are jewels in the sky
The educared are jewels in their world
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Profound wisdom knowledge is precious pearl in the window of a bright mind
..worries alone can get rid off worries
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To move on one must take his fist step first
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Socializing is a natural fabric of humanity
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One s nature is intrinsi to existance
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Like a scattered bloom all desires dont get to be fulfilled
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Many a times rudeness hits man in a strange way
How so
Yesterday i went to the bank to get my check cashed for five thousand, the bank asked me to get my identification verifued , that it was me , i looked around, i spotted kamal sahib there , he knows me
So whats so rude about it.
I owe him five thousand and was hiding from him fir a year
...afrasayab spoke in a sober note that nobody knows who made the video but sargodha group spread it virul we know it , its old friend vikar
A flash in salha s mind displayed an image of dark faced jaley on motorbike entering the residence of vikki , genuinely puzzled he once again watched the video , some of the scenes were quite clear , voices were audibly coherent , the video was definitely made from a half open window , a curtain repeatedly flagged off in the middle
Salha quickly cintacted telephonically his lawyer bukhari , by cgance he too had seen the same video already , he was completely in a state of shock
Salha for whom every day was festive eidlike and nighrs shabbarat suddenly found himself surrounded in an evil circle of intense problematic situation
....hardly after ten days had passed that the water was back , into the streets and the open fields flooding them covering them leaving everything soiled damp drained out dirty, swelling up fermenting stench filled up the entire area , cracks and bumps appeared , trees and other plants chipped and flaked resembling turtle s shell blotchy and bloated, the surrounding greenery and foliage was completely wiped out as if life was squeezed out from them , on the broken dried out wet dead branches all that was left was torn clothes hanging and stuck , shoppers, nests of strange webs of residual hooked up amidst the branches, traces of water receding was visible like maps on the uneven houses some higher built others lower in size , their doors and windiws painted by the floods stamping its signatures , even after ten days the walls smelled of wet soil and river water, the resident natives were slowly catching up with their routine life
...newly wedded daughter rings up mother...
Mom. I had a bad argument with my husband
Mom..its okay dear, all married couples have arguments and carry on in life
Yes mother
But what do i do with his dead body
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Love, wealth work are same in nature, they keep you occupied yet unsatisfied
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...a vegetable seller was holding his newly born child
A woman from neighbourhood commented what a lovely child
The vegerable seller as his gabit retorted
Just arrived very fresh
...he sat at the morning breakfast table with iqbal, the breakfast was over , tea cups were present before them , small talk had ignited their mood and curiosity of exchanging notes about their neighbours lives and families , he was completely unaware of what was expected of him but he was having a good time staying there
He spent the whole day sleeping upstairs , he came down in the evening refreshed and properly dressed , raqya beghum was cooking vegetables outside in the veranda , seeing him she asked if he was ready to eat something
He was hungry of course , he was asked to wait
He suggested he could get foid from outside fir them
She gave her consent , he left and wandered around , found a restaurant and returned with food packed parcel , the same youth with a ponytail stood there with fifteen others on the corner
..airport was as always full of crowds, that day too when she had come to see him off, she was overwhelmed and broke into tears , her eyes were ready to flood emotions and flow down her face unreasonably, he was returning forever never to keave his soil again yet her heart was heavy with grief
Everything was the same even after ten years had passed , it seemed just yesterday, every moment in her memory was as clear as the scenes before her , how was it possible to change , the digital screen dispkayed the arrival and touchdown of the flight, a few minutes later she saw him in distance approaching her
