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To get rid of sins, to make the heart shine

 Needs to hug black stone of Kaaba shrine

originally composed by Razia Subhan in Urdu

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Utensils of iron never scrunch up,

Gardeners never ruin their garden;

Often blood relations break up,

But friendship bond has no end!

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It’s your Pakistan, it’s my Pakistan!

Sacrifice heart for it

Sacrifice life for it
It’s your Pakistan, it’s my Pakistan!

There’s your blood and my blood in its base

You’re honored for it, I’m credited for it
It’s your Pakistan, it’s my Pakistan!

You have its identity, I’m known through it
It’s your Pakistan, it’s my Pakistan!

A city of lights and fragrance is Mehran valley

Mud of Baluchistan is my eyes’ illumination

Sahad is my heartland, Punjab is life and soul

It’s your Pakistan, it’s my Pakistan!

Sacrifice heart for it

Sacrifice life for it
It’s your Pakistan, it’s my Pakistan!

It’s a living vision of my great Quaid

Poet of the East’s beautiful living dream

This dear homeland is my conviction
it’s your Pakistan, it’s my Pakistan!

Sacrifice heart for it

Sacrifice life for it
It’s your Pakistan, it’s my Pakistan!

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A mountaineer was climbing a high mountain. It was his 3rd day of mountain climbing. It was chilly winter night. The night was dark and gloomy. He was alone without any guide or team. Clouds have covered the moon and the starts so he could see nothing up or down. But he knew that he was just a few feet away from the peak. Something unbelievable happened.  He slipped. He slipped and fell in to the air, falling at great speed. He could only see black spots as he went down, and the terrible sensation of being sucked by gravity.

He kept falling, and in the moments of great terror, it came to his mind all the good and bad happenings of his life. He was thinking that how close death was getting; when all of a sudden he felt the rope tied to his waist pull him very hard. His body was hanging in the air.

Only the rope was holding him and in that moment of stillness he had no other choice other to scream: “Help me God.”

All of a sudden a deep voice coming from the sky answered, “What do you want me to do?”

“Save me God.”

“Do you really think I can save you?”

“Of course I believe You can.”

“Then cut the rope tied to your waist.”

There was a moment of silence.  The man was double minded. He could not decide what to do. Life is very precious. Being young he wanted to live long to enjoy life to the fullest. Hence he decided to hold on to the rope with all his strength.

The next day it was in newspaper with his photo saying,”The rescue team found a dead and frozen, body of a mountaineer hanging from a rope. His hands tightly held the rope. Poor man was just one foot away from the ground.

Moral of the story: Don’t ever doubt about the words of God. We should never say that He has forgotten us or neglected us.

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Saw my beloved hither and thither,

At times in vision at times hidden;

Awareness of unswerving faith,

Saw beloved’s face hither and thither;

Sometimes feasible, at times a need,

Sometimes mortal, at times immortal;

He wished HIM to be envisioned,

He made Himself envisioned;

He hears and He sees Himself,

There’s no one akin to Him;

Ardently cherishing in flowers,

Chanting in robin, it’s Him;

May it be the candle or the moth?

Witnessed Him annihilate alight;

Claims Himself  to be The Truth,

Eventually, saw Him crucified;

He’s above of every, Thou and Me,

Yet He’s there in every,Thou and Me; 

Somewhere looks like  nonchalant,

Somewhere seem a  familiar  face;

Somewhere He’s empowered king,

Somewhere seen, beggar with a bowl;

Somewhere a devout and a divinity,

Somewhere lord of sot drunkards;

Sometimes in beloved’s apparel,

At times sene in amiable allure;

Sometimes like a lover as Niyaz,

Seen punch heart , burn His bosom

yaar ko humne ja-ba-ja dekha
kahin zahir kahin chhupa dekha
kahin mumkin hoa kahin wajib
kahin fani kahin baqa dekha
yaar ko humne ja-ba-ja dekha
kahin zahir kahin chupa dekha

kahien woh baadshaah-e-takht nasheen
kahin kaasa liye gadaa dekha
yaar ko humne ja-ba-ja dekha
kahin zahir kahin chupa dekha
kahin wo der libaas-e-mashokan
bar-sare naaz aur aada dekha
kahin zahir jahin chupa dekha
yaar ko humne ja-ba-ja dekha

kahin aashiq niyaz ki soorat
seena Girya-o-dil jala dekha
yaar ko humne ja-ba-ja dekha
kahin zahir kahin chupa dekha
yaar ko humne ja-ba-ja dekha

 

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Now the artists scared of artiste

Character of lover is daunting,

The one who said he fears none,

He too fears the wooly person;

Those who like sweet, or like salty,

Combative preachers are daunting;

Uncertain when discard me from faith?

Terrified of your sermon, O’ celebrant;

When he says; My Dear Countrymen

! Commandant‘s loud bawls’ frightening,

Not worried of starving or parched,

Horrified of consistent intoxicated;

Hasan of Basra and the Fire-Worshipper

Hasan had a neighbour named Simeon who was a fire-worshipper. Simeon fell ill and was at death’s door. Friends begged Hasan to visit him; he called, to find him in bed, blackened with fire and smoke. “Fear God,” Hasan counselled him. “You have passed all your life amid fire and smoke. Accept Islam, that God may have mercy on you.” “Three things hold me back from becoming a Muslim,” the fire-worshipper replied. “The first is, that you speak ill of the world, yet night and day you pur-sue worldly things. Secondly, you say that death is a fact to be faced, yet you make no preparation for death. In the third place, you say that God’s face shall be seen, yet today you do everything contrary to His good pleasure.”

“This is the token of those who know truly” Hasan commented. “Now if believers act as you describe, what have you to say? They acknowledge the unity of God, whereas you have spent your life in the worship of fire. You who have worshipped fire for seventy years, and I who have never worshipped fire we are both carried off to Hell. Hell will consume you and me. God will pay no regard to you, but if God so wills, the fire will not dare so much as to burn one hair of my body. For fire is a thing created by God and the creature is subject to the Creator’s command. Come now, you who have worshipped fire for seventy years; let us both put our hands into the fire, then you will see with your own eyes the impotence of fire and the omnipotence of God.”

So saying, Hasan thrust his hand into the fire and held it there. Not a particle of his body was affected or burnt. When Simeon saw this he was amazed. The dawn of true knowledge began to break. “For seventy years I have worshipped fire,” he groaned. “Now only a breath or two remains to me. What am I to do?” “Become a Muslim,” was Hasan’s reply.

“If you give it me in writing that God will not punish me,” said Simeon, “then I will believe. But until I have it in writing, I will not believe.” Hasan wrote it down. “Now order just witnesses of Basra to append their testimony.” The witnesses endorsed the document. Then Simeon wept many tears and proclaimed the faith. He spoke his last testament to Hasan. “When I die, bid them wash me, then commit me to the earth with your own hands, and place this document in my hand. This document will be my proof.”

Having charged Hasan thus, he spoke the attestation of faith and died. They washed his body, said the prayer over him, and buried him with the document in his hand. That night Hasan went to sleep pondering what he had done. “How could I help a drowning man, seeing that I am drowning myself? Since I have no control over my own fate, why did I venture to prescribe how God should act?”

With this thought he fell asleep. He saw Simeon in a dream glowing like a candle, on his head a crown, robed in fine raiment, he was walking with a smile in the garden of Paradise. “How are you, Simeon?” Hasan enquired. “Why do you ask? You can see for yourself,” Simeon answered. “God Almighty of His bounty brought me nigh His presence and graciously showed me His face.The favours He showered upon me surpass all descrip-tion. You have honoured your guarantee, so take your document. I have no further need of it.”

When Hasan awoke, he saw that parchment in his hand.“Lord God,” he cried, “I know well that what Thou doest is without cause, save of Thy bounty. Who shall suffer loss at Thy door? Thou grantest a fire-worshipper of seventy years to come into Thy near presence because of a single utterance. How then wilt Thou exclude a believer of seventy years?”

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