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Posted May 31, 2009 by YAMNYIZ

Zindagani Ke Safar Me Gardishoon Ki Dhoop Me
Jab Koie Saya Nahi Milta To Yaad Aati Hai Maa

Pyar Kehtai Hain Kisai Aur Mamta Kya Cheez Hai
Koie Un Bachoon Sai Poocheye Jin Ki Mar Jati Hai Maa

Dair Ho Jati He Ghar Aanai Main Aksar Jab Hamain
Rait Per Machli Ho Jaisay Aisay Ghabrati Hai Maa

Marte Dam Bacha Na Aapaye Agar Pardes Se
Apni Donoo Putliyaan Chokhat Pe Rakh Jati Hai Maa

Mout Ki Aaghosh Main Jab Thak Ke Soo Jati Hai Maa
Tab Kaheen Ja Kar 'Raza' Thora Sukoon Pati Hai Maa

Fikr Main Bachoon Ki Kuch Is Terha Ghul Jati Hai Maa
Nojawaan Hotay Huwe Boodhi Nazar Aati Hai Maa

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Rooh Ke Rishtay Ki Yeah Gehrayean To Daikheye
Choot Lagti Hai Humaray Aur Chillati Hai Maa

<ADDRESS align="left"> Ek ek hasrath ko apne azm wo istekhal se </ADDRESS> <ADDRESS align="left">Anso'oan se ghusl de ker khud hi dhafna thi hai maa</ADDRESS></TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE> <TABLE id=AutoNumber3 cellSpacing=1 width="100%"> <TBODY> <TR> <TD width="76%"> <ADDRESS> Oadthi hai hasrathoan ka khudtho bosida kafan </ADDRESS> <ADDRESS>chahatoan ka payrahan bachoan ko pehnathi hai maa</ADDRESS>

Kab Zarurat Ho Meri Bachay Ko Itna Sooch Kar
Jaagti Rehti Hain Aankhain Aur Soo Jati Hai Ma

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Haddiyoon Ka Ras Pila kar Apnay Dil Ke Chain Ko
Kitnee Hi Ratoon Mai Khali Pait Soo Jati Hai Maa

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Jane Kitne Barf Si Ratoon Me Aysa Bhi Hua
Bacha To Chaati Pe Hai Gelay Main Soo Jati hai Maa

Jab Khilone Ko Machalta Hai Koie Ghurbat Ka Phool
Aansoon Ke Saaz Par Bachay Ko Behlati Hai Maa

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Fiker Ke Shamshaan Me Aakhir Chitaoon Ki Terha
Jaisai Sookhi Lakdeyaan, Is Terha Jal Jati Hai Maa

<ADDRESS align="left">Muflisi bache ki zid par jab uthaleti hai haath </ADDRESS> <ADDRESS align="left">Jaisai ho mujrim koi is tarha sharmati hai maa</ADDRESS></TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE> <TABLE id=AutoNumber7 cellSpacing=1 width="100%"> <TBODY> <TR> <TD width="74%">

Apnay Aanchal Se Gulabi Aansuoon Ko Poonch Kar
Dair Tak Gurbat Pe Apne Ashk Barsati Hai Maa

samne Bachoon Ke Khush Rahti Hai Har Ik Haal Main
Raat Ko Chup Chup Ke Laikin Ashk Bersati Hai Maa

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Pehlay Bachoon Ko Khilati Hai Sukoon-o-Chain Se
Baad Mai Jo Kuch Bacha ho Shouk Se Khati Hai Maa

Mangti Hi Kuch Nahi Apnai Leye ALLAH Se
Apnai Bachoon Ke Leye Daman Ko Phailati Hai Maa

</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE> <TABLE id=AutoNumber9 cellSpacing=1 width="100%"> <TBODY> <TR> <TD width="77%"> <ADDRESS align="left">Jane Anjane me hojaye jo bachoan se khusoor </ADDRESS> <ADDRESS align="left">Ek anjaani sazaa ke dar se tharrathi hai maa</ADDRESS>

Gar Javan Baiti Ho Ghar Main Aur Koie Rishta Na Ho
Ek Naye Ehsas Ki Suli Pe Chard Jati Hai Maa

</TD> <TD width="23%"> </TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE> <TABLE id=AutoNumber10 cellSpacing=1 width="100%"> <TBODY> <TR> <TD width="19%"> </TD> <TD width="81%"> <ADDRESS align="left">Apne bachoan ki bahaar-e-zindagi ke waste </ADDRESS> <ADDRESS align="left"> Ansooan ke phool har mausam me barsati hai maa</ADDRESS> <ADDRESS align="left"> </ADDRESS> <ADDRESS align="left"> Har Eebadat Har Mohabbat Mai Nihan Hai Ek Gharaz
Be-Gharaz, Be-Lous, Har Khidmat Ko Kar Jati Hai Maa</ADDRESS></TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE> <TABLE id=AutoNumber11 cellSpacing=1 width="100%"> <TBODY> <TR> <TD width="78%">

Bazuwoon Me Khinch Ke Aajayegi Jaise Kayenat
Apnai Bachay Ke Leye Bahoon Ko Phailati Hai Maa

Zindagani Ke Safar Me Gardishoon Ki Dhoop Mai
Jab Koie Saya Nahi Milta To Yaad Aati Hai Maa

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Pyar Kehtai Hain Kise Aur Mamta Kya Cheez Hai
Koie Un Bachoon Sai Poocheye Jin Ki Mar Jati Hai Maa

Safha-e-Hasti Pe Likhti Hai Usool-e-Zindagi
Is Liye Ek Maktab-e-Islam Kehlati Hai Maa

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Us Nayi Duniya Ko Diye Masoom Rahber Is Leye
Azmatoon Me Sani-e-Quran Kehlati Hai Maa

Ghar Se Jab Pardes JaTa Hai Koie Noor-e-Nazar
Haath Main Qur'an Le Kar Dar Pe Aajati Hai Maa

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De Ke Bachay Ko Zamanat Main Raza-e-Pak Ki
Peechay Peechay Sar Jhookaye Door Tak Jaati Hai Maa

Kanpti Aawaz Sai Khaiti Hai "Baita alwida"
Samne Jab Tak Rahe Haatoon Ko Lehrati Hai Maa

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Jab Parayshani Me Ghir Jate Hain Hum Pardes Me
Aansuwoon Ku Poanch Ne Khwaboon Main Aajati Hai Maa

Dair Ho Jati He Ghar Aane Main Aksar Jab Hamain
Rait Per Machli Ho Jaisay Aisay Ghabrati Hai Maa

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Marte Dam Bacha Na aapaya agar Pardes Se
Apni Donoo Putliyaan Chokhat Pe Rakh Jati Hai Maa

Baad Mar Janai Ke Phir Baite Ki Khidmat Ke Leye
Bhes Beti Ka Badal Kar Ghar Main Aajati Hai Maa

</TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE> <TABLE id=AutoNumber17 cellSpacing=1 width="100%"> <TBODY> <TR> <TD width="78%"> <ADDRESS align="justify">Chahe hum khushyoun me maa ko bhool jayen doasto </ADDRESS> <ADDRESS align="justify">Jab musibat sar pe aati hai tho yaad aati hai maa</ADDRESS>

Door Ho Jati Hai Sari Omr Ki Us Dum Thakan
Biyah Kar Betay Ka Jab Ghar Bahu Lati Hai Maa

</TD> <TD width="22%"> </TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE> <TABLE id=AutoNumber18 cellSpacing=1 width="100%"> <TBODY> <TR> <TD width="20%"> </TD> <TD width="80%"> <ADDRESS align="left">Cheen lati hai wohi aksar sukoon-e-zindagi </ADDRESS> <ADDRESS align="justify">Pyar se dhulhan bana kar jis ko ghar lati hai maa</ADDRESS> <ADDRESS align="justify"> </ADDRESS> <ADDRESS align="left">Hamne ye bhi tho nahi soachan alaag hone ke baad </ADDRESS> <ADDRESS align="left">Jab diya hi khuch nahi ham ne tho kya khati hai maa</ADDRESS></TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE> <TABLE id=AutoNumber19 cellSpacing=1 width="100%"> <TBODY> <TR> <TD width="82%"> <ADDRESS align="justify">Zabt tho dakho ke itni berukhi ke baujood </ADDRESS> <ADDRESS align="justify">Bad dua deti hai hargis aur na pashtati hai maa</ADDRESS> <ADDRESS align="justify"> </ADDRESS> <ADDRESS align="justify">Saal bhar me ya khabhi hafte me jumeraat ko </ADDRESS> <ADDRESS align="justify">Zindagi bhar ka sila ek Fateha pati hai maa</ADDRESS></TD> <TD width="18%"> </TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE> <TABLE id=AutoNumber20 cellSpacing=1 width="100%"> <TBODY> <TR> <TD width="22%"> </TD> <TD width="78%"> <ADDRESS align="justify">Apne pehlu me lita kar roz thouthe ki tarha </ADDRESS> <ADDRESS align="justify">Eik barah panch chouda ham ko ratwati hai maa</ADDRESS> <ADDRESS align="justify"> </ADDRESS> <ADDRESS align="justify">Umr bhar ghafil na hona matame Shabbir se </ADDRESS> <ADDRESS align="justify">Raat din apne amal se hamko samjati hai maa </ADDRESS></TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE> <TABLE id=AutoNumber21 cellSpacing=1 width="100%"> <TBODY> <TR> <TD width="76%"> <ADDRESS align="justify">Yaad aata hai shab-e-ashoor ka kadyal jawan</ADDRESS> <ADDRESS align="justify">Jab khabi uljhi huyi zulfon ko suljhati hai maa</ADDRESS> <ADDRESS align="justify"> </ADDRESS> <ADDRESS align="justify">Sab se pehle jaan dena Fatima ke lal par</ADDRESS> <ADDRESS align="justify">Raat bhar Aun-o-Mohd ko ye samjhati hai maa</ADDRESS></TD> <TD width="24%"> </TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE> <TABLE id=AutoNumber22 cellSpacing=1 width="100%"> <TBODY> <TR> <TD width="23%"> </TD> <TD width="77%"> <ADDRESS align="justify">Fatima ke lal par qurban kar ne ke liye</ADDRESS> <ADDRESS align="justify">Baandh kar sehra jawan bete ko leati hai maa</ADDRESS> <ADDRESS align="justify"> </ADDRESS> <ADDRESS align="justify">Allah Allah ithehade sabre Laila-o- Hussain</ADDRESS> <ADDRESS align="justify">Baap ne khenchi sinah, sine ko sehlati hai maa</ADDRESS></TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE> <TABLE id=AutoNumber23 border=0 cellSpacing=1 width="100%"> <TBODY> <TR> <TD width="74%"> <ADDRESS align="justify">Ye bata sakti hai hum ko bus Rabab-e-Khastatan</ADDRESS> <ADDRESS align="justify">Kis tarha bin doodh ke bache ko behlati hai maa</ADDRESS> <ADDRESS align="justify"> </ADDRESS> <ADDRESS align="justify">Shimr ke khanjar se ya sukhe gale se puchiye</ADDRESS> <ADDRESS align="justify">"Maa" idhar mun se nikalta hai udhar aati hai maa</ADDRESS></TD> <TD width="26%"> </TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE> <TABLE id=AutoNumber24 cellSpacing=1 width="100%"> <TBODY> <TR> <TD width="22%"> </TD> <TD width="78%"> <ADDRESS align="justify">Aysa lagtha hai kisi maqtal se ab bhi waqte asr </ADDRESS> <ADDRESS align="justify">Ek burida sar se "pyasa hoon" sada aati hai "maa"</ADDRESS> <ADDRESS align="justify"> </ADDRESS> <ADDRESS align="justify">Apne gam ko bhool kar rothe hain jo Shabbir ko</ADDRESS> <ADDRESS align="justify">Un ke ashkoan ke liye Jannat se aajati hai maa</ADDRESS></TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE> <TABLE id=AutoNumber25 cellSpacing=1 width="100%"> <TBODY> <TR> <TD width="50%"> <ADDRESS align="justify">Shukriya ho hi nahi sakta khabhi us ka ada</ADDRESS> <ADDRESS align="justify">Marte marte bhi dua jine ki de jati hai maa</ADDRESS></TD> <TD width="50%"> </TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>

Please All of You Pray for My Mom She will little bit sick.

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A very inspiring speech by STEVE JOBS (CEO of APPLE & P

Posted January 25, 2009 by hussaini787

Three Stories From My Life

As delivered by Steve Jobs

Â This is the very inspirational speech given by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, to the graduating class of Stanford University on June 12, 2005.Â

I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.Â

The first story is about connecting the dots.Â

I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?Â

It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.Â

And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.Â

It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5Â¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:Â

Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.Â

None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.Â

Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something -- your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.Â

My second story is about love and loss.Â

I was lucky -- I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation -- the Macintosh -- a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.Â

I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me -- I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.Â

I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.Â

During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.Â

I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.Â

My third story is about death.Â

When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.Â

Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything -- all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.Â

About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.Â

I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.Â

This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:Â

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.Â

Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma -- which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.Â

When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park , and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and Polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.Â

Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.Â

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.Â

Thank you all very much.

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MAA KI DUA

Posted May 18, 2008 by arif_zaidi

Jab Tu Peda Howa Kitna Majbour Tha
Yeh Jahan Teri Socho`n Se Bhi Door Tha

Hath Paon Bhi Tab Tere Apne Na Thay
Teri Ankhon Main Duniya Ke Sapne Na Thay

Tujh Ko Ata Tha Sirf Rona Hi Tha
Doodh Pe Ke Kaam Tera Sona Hi Tha

Tujh Ko Chalna Sikhaya Tha Maa Ne Teri
Tujh Ko Dil Main Basaya Tha Maa Ne Teri

Maa Ke Saye Main Parwan Chalne Laga
Waqt Ke Sath Qad Tera Barhne Laga

Aahista Aahista Tu Kariyal Jawan Ho Giya
Tujh Pe Sara Jahan Mehrban Ho Giya

Zor-e-Bazoo Pe Tu Baat Karne Laga
Khud Hi Sajne Laga Khood Hi Sanwarne Laga

Aik Din Ik Haseena Tujhe Bha Gayi
Ban Ke Dulhan Woh Tere Ghar Agayi

Farz Apne Se Tu Door Hone Laga
Beej Nafrat Ka Khood Hi Tu Bone Laga

Phir Tu Maa Baap Ko Bhi Bhulane Laga
Teer Bato Ke Phir Tu Chalane Laga

Baat Be Baat Unn Se Tu Ladne Laga
Qayda Ik Naya Tu Phir Padne Laga

Yaad Kar Tujh Se Maan Ne Kaha Ik Din
Abb Humara Guzara Nahi Tere Bin

Sunn Ke Yeh Baat Tu Tesh Main Aa Gaya
Tera Gussa Teri Aqal Ko Kha Gaya

Josh Main Aake Tu Ne Yeh Maa Se Kaha
Main Tha Khamosh Sub Dekhta Hi Raha

Aaj Kehta Hoon Peecha Mera Chor Do
Jo Hai Rishta Mera Tum Se Woh Tor Do

Jao Ja Ke Kahin Kaam Dhanda Karo
Log Marte Hain Tum Bhi Kahin Ja Maro

Beth Kar Aahain Bharte The Woh Raat Bhar
Inki Aahon Ka Tujh Par Howa Na Asar

Aik Din Baap Tera Chala Rooth Kar
Kese Bikhri Thi Phir Teri Maan Toot Kar

Phir Woh Be Bass Ajal Ko Bhulati Rahi
Zindagi Isko Har Roz Satati Rahi

Aik Din Mout Ko Bhi Taras Agiya
Iska Rona Bhi Taqdeer Ko Bha Giya

Ashk Ankhon Main Liye Woh Rawana Howi
Mout Ki Aik Hichki Bahana Howi

Ik Sukoon Is Ke Chehre Pe Chane Laga
Phir Tu Mayyat Ko Iski Sajane Laga

Muddatain Ho Gayi Aaj Boorha Hai Tu
Jo Para Touti Khatiya Pe Koora Hai Tu

Tere Bache Bhi Abb Tujh Se Darte Nahi
Nafratein Hain Muhabbat Woh Karte Nahi

Dard Main Tu Pukare Ke O MERI MAA
TERE DAM SE ROSHAN THE DONO JAHAN

Waqt Chalta Rahe Waqt Rukta Nahi
Tout Jata Hai Woh Jo Ke Jhukta Nahi

Bann Ke Ibrat Ka Tu Abb Nishan Reh Giya
Dhondh Zor Tera Kahan Reh Giya

Tu EHKAM-E-RABBI Bhulata Raha
APNE MAA BAAP KO TU SATATA RAHA

Kaat Le Tu Wohi Tu Ne Boya Tha Jo
Tujh Ko Kese Mile Tu Ne Khoya Tha Jo

Yaad Kar Ke Gaya Dor Rone Laga
Kal Jo Tu Ne Kiya Aaj Hone Laga

Mout Mange Tujhe Mout Aati Nahi
Maa Ki Surat Nigahon Se Jati Nahi

Tu Jo Khansay Tu Aulad Dante Tujhe
Tu Hai Nasoor Sukh Kon Bante Tujhe

Mout Ayegi Tujh Ko Magar Waqt Par
Bann Hi Jaye Gi Qabar Teri Waqt Par

QADAR MAA BAAP KI AGAR KOI JAAN LE
APNI JANNAT KO DUNIYA MAIN PEHCHAN LE

Aur Leta Rahe Woh Baro`n Ki Dua
Is Ke Dono Jahan, Iska Ka Haami KHUDA

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Miracle Splitting of Moon by Prophet Mohammed Mustafa P

Posted April 29, 2008 by mohsin_raza218

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