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Laila by Baba Bullah Shah

Laila indicated Majnu that
His beloved Laila has black skin
Majnu the lover retorted her back;
‘Thou vision is inept to apprehend,
Paper of holy Quran is however white
Yet words written are, is with black ink
Stop thinking more about it Bullihiya
It matters not if beloved is white or black


Laila kitta sawal mian majnu nu
Teri Laila de rung te kali ai
Ditta jawab mina majnu nay
Teri ankh na wekhan wali hay
Quran pak de war chittay
Uttay likhi siyahi kali ai
Chad we bullhiya dil di chad we
Te ki kali ki gori ai


Bulleh Shah‘s real name was Abdullah Shah, was a Punjabi Muslim Sufi poet, a humanist and philosopher.
Bulleh Shah received his early schooling in Pandoke, and moved to Kasur for higher education.
Bulleh Shah’s family directly descended from the Prophet Muhammad (PBUH).
Bulleh Shah lived in the same period as the famous Sindhi Sufi poet, Shah Abdul Latif Bhatai
His lifespan also overlapped with the legendary Punjabi poet Waris Shah of Heer Ranjha fame, and the famous Sindhi Sufi poet Abdul Wahad known by his pen-name, Sachal Sarmast (“truth seeking leader of the intoxicated ones”).
Amongst Urdu poets, Bulleh Shah lived 400 miles away from Mir Taqi Mir (1723 – 1810) of Agra.
–Bulleh Shah’s popularity stretches uniformly across Hindus, Sikhs and Muslims, to the point that much of the written material about this philosopher is from Hindu and Sikh authors.
He was a keen supporter of poor and at all fronts he opposed oppression and exploitation of public by capitalistic class. Due to his anti-extremist and revolutionary behavior, he was given the ‘Fatwa’ of Kafir (Infidel) by religious authorities. Several times, he was bitten or beaten by the extremists but ‘he never bowed his neck’.
When he died he was thrown on the garbage outside the boundary of Kasur because he wasn’t allowed to be buried in the Kasur. But as the time passed, Baba ji’s grave got its place in his Kasur.

After the death of Baba Bulleh Shah, the Government and Muslim Ulmas used their force strongly to destroy the Kalam (poetry) and reputation of Baba ji.
In British India, for about 100 years his Kalam was not allowed to be published. It was after the ‘partition of 1947’ that Baba ji’s Kalam was published for the first time, when some Sikhs and Hindus disclosed some remnants of Baba ji’s Kalam. No doubt, a lot of his verses have been disappeared from the world but still we’ve his beautiful verses which are famous all over the world and people of all castes and religions love and admire this remarkable poet of history.
May his pious soul be elevated more to higher grade of jannat —- ameen



How to Use Honey & Cinnamon to Treat Skin Irritation

Skin irritations such as skin itching, is a common dermatological complaint. When your skin itches, the tendency is to keep scratching it. This can cause your irritated skin to become red and injured from your nails, which can eventually lead to skin rashes. Skin irritations can be treated at home. You can use many over-the-counter remedies. However, these products contain harsh chemicals that can further irritate your skin. Fortunately, you can use natural ingredients such as cinnamon and honey. These two ingredients contain soothing and antiseptic properties that you can use to help relieve skin irritations.

Step 1Take a shower or wash the affected skin with warm water and an antibacterial soap. Avoid scrubbing your skin to prevent further infection. Pat your skin dry with a clean towel after cleaning your skin.

Step 2 . Add 3 tablespoons of honey and 2 tablespoons of cinnamon powder in a clean bowl. Stir the mixture with a spoon until it turns into a paste. Add more cinnamon powder if you want a thicker mixture.

Step 3. Scoop a generous amount of the honey-cinnamon mixture with your fingers and apply it directly to the irritated skin areas. Gently massage the mixture into your skin in a circular motion until it dries. Leave the mixture on your skin for five minutes.

Step 4. Wash your skin with water and soap to remove the sticky mixture. Pat your skin dry after cleaning your skin.

Step 5. Reapply the mixture as needed.


  • Seek medical advice from your physician or health care professional if you are suffering from skin irritation.
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Thou are my friend thou are my passion

Thou are my faith, thou are my conviction

Thou are my body, thou are my soul

Thou are my spirit, thou are my soul

Thou are my alter, thou are adoration

Thou are the holy book, thou are Quran

Thou are force, Hajj and my passion

Thou are fasting thou are my adoration

Thou are my divine worship, my patience

Thou are my wisdom, thou are my vision

You are acumen and my spiritual insight

You are my selection and meditation

You are my love, my darling and passion

You are my beloved and my companion

You are my master my spiritual guide

You’re my master my guardian my guide

You are my hope, my gains and my pains

You are my delight, pride and my passion

 You are my faith and so are you my pride

You are my dignity and you are my pride

You are my sorrow and you are my delight

You are the motivation for my delight

You are my beauty my fate my and light

You are illness and you are my remedy

You are my hidden and my outer being

You are the whole thing hidden or seen

You are my anger, craze and passion

You are my sorrow, my lamentation

O! Lord, if you do acknowledge Farid

Thou are ultimate rule my Sovereign

Lyrics:kh. Ghulam Farid

Meda Ishq Vi Toon Meda Yaar Vi Toon
Meda Deen Vi Toon Eeman Vi Toon

Meda Jism Vi Toon Meda Rooh Vi Toon
Meda Qalb Vi Toon Jind Jaan Vi Toon

Meda Kaba Qibla Masjid Mimbar
Mushaf Te Quran Vi Toon

Mede Farz Fareezay, Hajj, Zakataan
Soum Salaat Azaan Vi Toon

Meri Zohd Ibadat Ta’at Taqwa
Ilm Vi Toon Irfan Vi Toon

Mera Zikr Vi Toon Meda Fikr Vi Toon
Mera Zouq Vi Toon Wajdan Vi Toon

Meda Sanwal Mithra Shaam Saloona
Mun Mohan Janaan Vi Toon

Meda Murshid Haadi Peer Tareeqat
Shaikh Haqaa’iq Daan Vi Toon

Meda Aas Ummed Te Khattaya Wattaya
Takia Maan Taran Vi Toon

Mera Dharam Vi Toon Meda Bharam Vi Toon
Meda Sharam Vi Toon Meda Shaan Vi Toon

Meda Dukh Sukh Ro’wan Khilan Vi Toon
Meda Dard Vi Toon Darmaan Vi Toon

Mda Khushiyan Da Asbaab Vi Toon
Mede Soolaan Da Samaan Vi Toon

Mera Husn Te Bhaag Suhaag Vi Toon
Meda Bakht Te Naam Nishaan Vi Toon

Meda Ishq Vi Toon Meda Yaar Vi Toon
Meda Deen Vi Toon Eeman Vi Toon

Meda Jism Vi Toon Meda Rooh Vi Toon
Meda Qalb Vi Toon Jind Jaan Vi Toon

Meda Kaba Qibla Masjid Mimbar
Mushaf Te Quran Vi Toon

Meda Ishq Vi Toon Meda Yaar Vi Toon
Meda Deen Vi Toon Eeman Vi Toon
Meda Ishq Vi Toon Meda Yaar Vi Toon

Medi Wehshat Josh Junoon Vi Toon (Aaa)
Meda Garya Aa’h O Faghan Vi Toon (Aaa)

Meda Awwal Aakhir Andar Bahir
Zahir Te Pinhaan Vi Toon Tooon

Meda Ishq Vi Toon Meda Yaar Vi Toon

Aaaa Meda Waal Aakhir Andar Baahir
Zahir Te Pinhaan Vi Toon

Srikaar Vi Toon Sultaan Vi Toon

Meda Ishq Vi Toon Meda Yaar Vi Toon
Meda Ishq Vi Toon Meda Yaar Vi Toon.


lebanon arab girl mix girl (458)

Loveliness, flora, all envious of beloved

Lovely moral fiber is value of my beloved

Celestial angels all envious of you my love

You walk peacefully like gentle wind

Your charisma is captivating and alluring

Your eyes shine like lamps illuminating

The way you cast a look is mesmerizing

Your fragrant hair tresses are appealing

O! Beautiful maiden you are like a fairy

Many lovely maidens but none like you

Sweet spoken with a smiling expression

Close to my heart is my lovely beloved

Allure of flowers, appealing, and divine

Is the sweet alluring lady of my heart!

Jaane Baharan, Rashke\’ Chamman,
Ghuncha Dahan, Seemi Badan,
Ae Jaane Mann, Jaane Baharan.
Janat Ki Hoorein Tujh Pe Fida,
Raftar Jese Mauje\’ Saba,
Rangeen Ada Tauba Shikan,
Ae Jaane mun Jaane Baharan.
Sham\’e Ferozan Aankhen Teri,
Har Ik Nazar Mein Jaadogary,
Zulfein Teri Mushke\’ Khutan,
Ae Jaane Man, Jaane Baharan.
Ae Naaz Parwar Naazan Pari,
Laakhon Haseen Hain Tujh Sa Nahin,
Khanda Jabein Sheerin Sukhan
Ae Jaane Man, Jaane Baharan,
Rashke\’ Chamman, Ghuncha Dahan,
Seemi Badan, Ae Jaane Mann, Jaane Baharan



Yesterday while reading the blogs of other bloggers a phrase seized my present and carried me to my past.

After graduating from school, I was inquisitive and excited to be in college. Feeling a like a free bird. We could bunk classes, we could enjoy more in college than school’s strict DOS and DONTS environment. We met and made new friends from different schools and different back grounds. I believe every human being is a world in him.  Hence I’m very curious to know about new people and their life.

There I met two sisters. They looked very different from other girls in their clothes and behavior.  They were very composed, shy, sort of introvert and hesitant to mix with other girls.  This ignited the desire in me to know about them so I extended my hand to be friends with them. Cautiously but positively they responded back.  With time we became closer and things started to unveil between us. Saeeda were four sisters. Their mother was a midwife in a small private clinic. Their father was drug addicted and was just a liability on them. He only yelled abused, slept, ate beat anyone of them who came in front. They lived a miserable life in meager salary of their mother in one rented room. They were unprivileged but self respected people. All this description is common in our poor class, so not very astonishing. What amazed me more was how they studied and reached college level? They had no electricity and no other facility. So one day I asked this sensitive question. They said that they study at night in moon light.  Being girls they couldn’t go outside their home to study under street lights. They couldn’t even afford to buy kerosene oil to light a lantern or buy candles. This made me respect them more. We became very good and close friends. Their mother allowed them to visit our home so often they visited. It was pleasure and pride for our family to serve them. I learnt patience and commitment from them. Years later I came to know they got scholarship on merit and Saeeda and her sister became doctors. Saeeda was then married to a banker.

Their honesty, endurance, hard work and dedication earned them every facility. Allah helps those who help themselves




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Sometimes I wish to ask master of fire worshiper

Where did the damsel get this alluring splendor?

 How she would know of what your heart feels

You never cast a look or confessed how you feel

As she decided to be ardent, life betrayed at last

 She came but by she settled I breathed my last

I was the Adam’s melody of heavenly gardens

Your allure fascinated me from heaven to terrain

It was in my destiny to be deprived of heavens

What I got was simply from thy divine threshold

Only the ones left the place before being ruined

Got saved from the wreckage of their morality

Its unlucky couldn’t thrive to get way to religion

Neither from the entryway nor from the reunion

It’s beyond my acumen to know the weird reason

People living on earth get guidance from heavens

The night of sorrow abolished my ignorance Salik

My heart became illuminated of eternal radiance


Abdul Majeed Salik



‘I am Edhi’…. For the first time someone using this sentence inspired me today.
Today when I was travelling to NED university, Saddar from the Jama cloth area, every single rickshaw driver was asking for no less than 150 bucks, whereas the average fare should be 70 rs. max. After a few minutes I came across this rickshaw driver who agreed to take me to my destination for only 50 bucks.
Sitting in the rickshaw he said, ‘Do you know driving rickshaw is such a noble job’.
I asked him to elaborate this. He said ‘Well son, I don’t drive for a fare. My children are all employed and breadwinners of my house. I personally own this rickshaw, and hence every day I drive it to serve people. The other day I was at Jinnah hospital, and a lady with an elderly man was unable to get a rickshaw to Malir. I immediately told her to walk in at whatever rate she wants. She only paid me rs. 250. Most of the time I drive people for free as well. Even at night, I change my location to far off destinations when I see someone needs help. I don’t loot students like you as well, for its my policy to serve the kids, who are the future hands of this country, and not giving them a reason to leave for abroad. And you know what? God always rewards me. Yes, God rewards those who help others. An average rickshaw driver earns 5-6 k per day, but I earn 12-13 k. Every time I do a good deed, and drop someone for free, I receive other passengers who pay me well. This encourages me to serve others to the extent that now I don’t even ask for the rate. I believe in Abdul Sattar Edhi’s ideology, little steps invest in a large climb. Drops of water can build a sea. And this is what keeps me going on.’
Abdul Salam is a rickshaw driver from Karachi. ———- 

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