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Showing posts with label Stories Tweet. Show all posts

Saturday, 6 February 2016

Manzil Ka Rahsta

Manzil Ka Rahsta

Manzil Kaa Rahsta Seey Muraad Woh Rahsta Jahaan Py Chalneey K Baad Zehaaan Mein Rakhi Gaye Manzil Mil Jaaey.

Mein Kuch Likhney Wala Hoon Hamesha Ki Tarha Per As Bar Hamesha Ki Tarha Mein Soch K Sagar Mein Doob Kar Khubsurat Khayalat Ko Aik Kaar K Koi Khayali Kahani Naheen Likhney Walaa.

Mere Zinmdage Kaa Subse Lamba Saafar Shyd Kuch Ghantoo Kaa Thaa Jis Saafar Ko Teeeh Karty Waqt Mujhy Hazaroon Saal Kaa Ehsaas Howaa

Mein Neee Aapni Zindage Mein Aik Lamba Saafar Phly B Teeh Keya Thaa Woh Saafar Kuch Aisa Thaa Jaisey Mere Ankheen Band Kar K Mujhy Tapteey Howe Seehra Mein Kaisey Pani Kii Aik Bond Ki Taalash Mein Rakh Deya Hooo
Or Woh Zalimana Saafar Jis Mein Rooh Tak Kaaanph Pardhte Thee Ankhoon Kaa Pani Suukh Jaata Thaa Woh Itnaa Dard-naak Safaar Mein Neee 2 Saal K Tehweel Mein Teeeh Keyaa Thaa.

Or Joo Saafar Ab Teeh Keya Woh Kuch Ghantoo Kaa Saafar Thaa

Donoo Saafar Shyd Yaksaaan Theey

2 Saal K Saafar K Baad Manzil Joo Mileey tOh Aisa Laga K Be-Maqsaad Saah Saafar Teeh Kar K Ayya Hoon

to be continue 

Saturday, 24 October 2015

Dady Is The Sweetest Dady In The World ( A Little Sweet Girl Wrote Letter For Her First Love Her Father )

Dady Is The Sweetest Dady In The World

 A Little Sweet Girl Wrote Letter For Her First Love Her Father 

Dady Is The Sweetest Dady In The World   A Little Sweet Girl Wrote Letter For Her First Hero Her Father



Areeba Neey Aapny Father K Hath Mein Aik Paper Pakiraa Deya, Paper Py Likhi Howe Writing Kujh Samjh Se Bhair Thi Or Samjh Se Bhair Kyn Naa Hogae Akhir Areeba 9 Saal Kii Bachi E TOh Hai Us K Writing Skill B Wese E Hongae..
Letter Kii Phly Line

1st Line :Dady Is The Sweetest Dady In The World

Kabeer Neey Yeh Line Pardh K Bht E Pyaaari Smile Aapni Beate Koo Dee
2nd Line: Daddy Is The Most Handsome And The Smartest

3rd Line: The Most Clever

4th: Line: The Kindest

5th Line: You Are My Superman 

6th Line: Daddy Is Just Great But.......

Kabeer Yahaaan Ruk Jaata Hai Us K Cheehry Py Aik Mayoosi Seey Chaaah Jaati Hai, Woh Agae Wali Line Pardhny K Baad Yeh Feel Karta Hai Jaisey Us K Paairon Talae Zameen E Nikaal Chuki Hoo
Chaaaron Taraf Andheera Chaaah Gaya Us Kii Ankhain Naaam Hogayeee Jaisey Samandar Mein Toofaan Agyaa Woh Us Lachaar Phasae Howe Admi Ki Tarha Khara Hogyaa Jo Admi Raait K Sehra Mein Rait K Toofan Ahne Py Lachaar  Ho K Khaara Hojata Hai

Akhir Kyaa Thaa Aik As Word But K Baad Joo Kabeer K Cheehry Kaa Rang Urrh Gaya ?

Daddy Is Just Great But.......But He Lies

Uski Beati Ne Likha Tha..

Kabeer Koo Yaad Agyaa What He Lies

7th Line of Letter: He Lies About Having Job
                            He Lies About Having Money

Kabeer Achi Dressing K Sath Aapni Beati Ko School Choor-ney Jaata Thaa Or Phr Wahaaan Se Sedhaa Restaurant Jaata Or Wahaan Kapry Tabdeeel Kr K Bartaan Dhoota Or Safai Kerta
Beati See Yeh Sub Chupany Kaa Maqsaad Sirf Yehe Thaaa K Mere Beati Mere Financial Conditions Ko Dekh K Kaheen Koi Aapni Fermaish Naa Rook Dee - Or Kabeer Karta B Kyaa - 


8th Line: He Lies That He Is Not Hungry 

- Aapni City K Sub Se Achy Hotel Py Jab Weekly Kabeer Areeba Ko Lee Jata Thaa Wahaan Woh Khud Kuch B Nhn Khataaa Or Aapni Hathoon Se Areeba Ko Khailataaa.
Khud Bhook Py Rehta - Yes He Lies That He Is Not Hungry -

To Be Continued
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Friday, 4 September 2015

Status of Daughter




ڌي رحمتن جي ڪونھجي آ
موتبر مرد جو شان سان  قنڊ اٿي بيھندو آ جڏھن رحمتن جي ڪونھجي ان جي گھر م اک کوليندي آ ڌي جي روپ م ء قنڊھہ جھڪي بہ پوندا آھن جھالتن جي روشني م رھندر مردن جا
ء موتبر آ اوھا ڌي جيڪا تسليم ڪري ٿي ڪہ انجو پھريون پيار ان جو والد ھي آ. ء انھن جي ماٿي تي پھرين چمي پاڪ پيار ڪندر پي طرفان ھي ھوندي آ جنھن جي ھو عزت مانء شان ھوندي آ ء ھو ان پاڪ پيار جو دامن فقت ان گھر لاء ڇڏيندي آ جنھن گھر جي  راڻي ٿيڻ جا ھو خواب ڏسي ويندي آ ء اتان جي ھو ڪجھ  بدبودار سوچ جي ماڻھون لاء زحمت بڻيل ھوندي آ.
منھنجي نظر م عورت جي جام عزت ء رتبو آ جيڪو مان لفظن م بيان ھي ڪونہ ٿو ڪري سگھان
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Wednesday, 22 April 2015

Hostel Taey Khud-khushi

Hostel Taey Khud-khushi

Hostel Taey Khud-khushi

Waqt Takreban Raat Jaa 12:30 thee Rahya Hoyaa Aen Mukhae Munjhae Room mate Nind maa uthareo, Chayaen Yaar Mukhae 20 Rupya Taey Share Kar Munjhoo Balance Khatam thee wayoo Aen Aaaj Assignment Jamma karaen Thairaan Jae Chakaar Mein Balance E Kon Wejhrae Saghiyaam,
Maa Ashiqan G Alhae Qadaar Kandoo Ahyaan Moonh Waat B Balance Kon Hoyuu Maa Loan Ghurae In Khae 20 Share Kayam Aaen Wapis Sumhii Payaam.

Poo Mukhae Khbr Nahae K Munjhoo Room mate Kabeer Chaa Karee Rahyoo Hoyuu Umeedan Galhaindoo Taey Phone taey E Hondoo Per Jadhaen Mukhae Biyaar Jaag Thee 3:00 Wagae taey Maa Dithaam Munjhy Room mate Jaey Hathan mein Cigarette aah aen Akhain maa Goorhaan Jo Sagar wahae rahyoo hoo phone kanae taey e hOyaas Maa thoro pareshan thiyaam k edoo motibaar mahroon roe thow wari khil aaey aaen khili chayaam munjhaa dodaa choo peo roen chayaen naa puch yaar Maa Wadheek Pucharan Munasib Naa Samjhaam Bus Gadh Wahe Rahyoo Maans Maa B Cigarette Dukhayoo Aen Kashh Harandae Chayoo Maans “Yaar Kabeer- Ishq Qasam Saah Ajeeb Thae” Kabeer Mudy Disandae Chayaen Tokhae Kehri Khbr K Ishq Chaa Ahae, Maa Murki Chayaam haaw Sain Mukhae Kehri Khbr Choo Taey Maa Ishq Khae Ishq E Samjhando Aaah, Kabeer Hibkandae Chayoo Asaan B Ishq Khae Ishq Samjhanda Ahyoon, Maa Muskrae Un Jae Chehreey Dae Nihariyoo Aen Chayaam Naa Ahwan Ishq Khae Ishq Natha Karee Disoo Ahwaan In Lae Sadaen Sooraan Jaa Dawa Kaya Ahain Sadhaen Ilzam Haya Athwae In Taey Jadhaen taey Jetro Sukoon Dendaar Shae Ishq Ahae Bae Kaa Konhae Ehoo Chae Maa Utheyaam Aen Washroom Dae Wanjharan Lagaam Taey Kabeer Chayoo Disaon Thaa Ishq Sukoon Dae Thow Ya Naa
Maa Un Jae Lafzan Khae Darguzar karee pehenjaa Qadam Washroom Daa Jaaari Rakhiya, Aen Jadhaen Maa Washroom Maa Wapis Ayaaam Taey Room Mein Kabeer Phaatkii Rahyoo Hoo Moonh Khae Khbr Naa Howe Achanak In Khae Chaaa The Wayoo Aaah, Maaa Shoor Kayoo Bachayo Bachayoo Moonh Kabeer Jae Jism Khae Rooh G Khairaat Wathandae Dithaam, Jism Phatkii Rahyoo Ho Jarain Zilziloo Achi Wayo Hojae Zameen Taey Kabeer Jaa Hath Thada Thain Laga Kabeer Zoori Saah Khareen Rahyoo Hoo Kabeer Sirf Ishq Ishq Ishq Ishq Ishq Karee Rahyoo Hoo Etree Mein Asaan Jae Brabar Room Wara Achaa Shoor Paiji wayoo Sub Jaagi Paya Sub Utheya Aen Kuch Kabeer Khae Khareen Bikes Taey Achi Hospital Pugaaa
Kabeeer Uteey Chayoo Ishq Naa Kariraan Dinawae Maariraan taey Sukoon Saah Deoo Bus Ehoo Budhi Kamzoor Dostan Taey Gorhaan Jo Samandar Bhaari Chadeo, Asaan Mayoos Chup Bheta Hoyasaey K Kabeer Theak Aaah Ehoo Budhiran Lae
Per Afsos Doctor Chayoo Zahaar Taey Aseen Control Kon Karee Sigiyaasaey..

Wednesday, 8 April 2015

Ohaa Chokiri

Ehaa Chokiri
Such mein samjh kon peo achae taey ohaa chokiri akhir chaa pae chaahae,
such pucho maa un khae chaangi tarahan sunjaran thow per un jae maqsadan kha maa la-waqif aah
maa zindage mein gharaon kuch sikheo aahae per Aurat khae Samjharan waroo Hunar waroo mahron mukhae naa aaj taen milyo aah aen naa E wari maa kadhaen ehoo sikheo aaah,
Per maa in aurat ja ehsaas mehsos kare kuch andaza lagae saghaan thow k ehaa chaa pae chaahae aen yaad rahae taey ehy sub andaza sirf andhere mein teer halain khaa siwa kuch nahain ehy be-buniyad andaza maa pehenjae Rooh khae khamosh kariran lae haran peo
maa aksar khuwaban mein ehey sub manzar disando aah jeky ma aksaar likhando aaah yaa wari ohae sub manzar maa pehenji trace taey akeley wahae karee cigerrate jae dhowaen khaa wathando aah.
Wese Galh shuru kayaan thow mukhae sub khaa wadheek moomal ahae in lae maa pehenjae qalam jaey akhiran jae her soonh khae moomal e naalo dendo ahyaan moomal azaan g aaah aen likhando azaan aah taey naalo b moomal g likhando aaah ehoo dewano aaah alhae chaariyo aah Kufr naa karae kadhaen mukhaan aen suli taey naa chaahraey chadae, Chadiyoo sub hanreey budhoo,
Moomal jeka tasveer mein Thar g garaam bhae jehri mitti taey kiri pae aah moomal jae Sard jism khae ko assaaar naa pujae rahae aah,
too be continue......

Be Yourself - A Short Story

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Sometimes, you keep on wondering why certain things happen. You want to escape but you can’t. Something pulled you to the ground and make you stumbled. Your body frail, your eyes weeping, and your face have devoid of feelings. You tried to hail but you are just afraid to get ignored, to hear criticisms, and to be judge. “No one is perfect” indeed. However, there are some people who are judgmental, having crab mentality, and fond of creating nitty-gritty issues, but you can’t please them anyways.
But no matter what happen Be Positive even if your life full of messed. Be glad. Even if you only have five cents on your wallet, one pair of shoes and slippers, walking in the edge of the street going to school or work, and live in a house that seems so small. Be thankful. Even if you can’t have what you want but you can have everything you needs. In life, it is not a about a position and possession, but it is all about your disposition and being contented in all the things that GOD has bestowed. You will not be happy if you make yourself feel empty and nothing.
Value yourself; unload the excess baggage that you’re always carried like grudges, pain, envious, peevish, doubtful, mourn, and other negative traits that make you feel hapless. Ignore what other might says about you, it’s your life not them. They are just tenterhooks to criticize your goof. A gossip is only a gossip; you don’t have to explain yourself because they don’t even comprehend. Smile. It's a simple gesture that brings happiness to others.
Furthermore, just DO what you want, and love what you are doing; in the end it only matters between You and God, not the crowd.

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Tuesday, 24 March 2015

Deewan Giddu Maal ديوان گدو مل

Deewan Giddu Mal

سنڌ جو هڪ مها سماجي ڪرادر ، ديوان گدو مل ، جنهن انگريزن جي دور ۾ سنڌ ۾ سماجي ڀلائي ۽ اعلي تعليم جا ادار ٺاهيا جيڪي اڃ به هلي رهيا آهن ، انهن ۾ ڊي جي سائنس ڪاليج ڪراچي ، سائنس ڪاليج حيدرآباد ۽ سکر شامل آهن ، هن عظيم انسان انساني ڀلائيءَ جا ڪيترائي ڪم ڪيا ، جن ڪمن عيوض کيس زماني کان پٿر مليا ، گلائون مليون ۽ گاريون مليون ، هن 70 سالن جي ڄمار ۾ پنهنجي عاشرم جي هڪ 17 سالن جي نينگريءَ سان شادي ڪئي ، جنهن سبب کيس سڄي سنڌ ۽ هند جي ماڻهن کيس برو ڀلو ڪوٺيو . کيس پٿر هڻي زخمي ڪيو ، پر حقيقت اها هُئي ته ان نينگري سان ڪنهن ڌوڪو ڪيو هو ، کيس شاديءَ جو آسرو ڏئي حمل سان ڪري هليو ويو هو ، جنهن کانپوءَ ان نينگريءَ لاءَ جيئڻ مشڪل بڻجي ويو هو ، ءٌ پوءَ ديوان گدو مل پنهنجي عزت ان نينگريءَ جي آبرو لاءَ قربان ڪري ڇڏي ، جڏهن ته شادي صرف رسمي هُئي ، ۽ اها ڇوڪري جڏهن بيماريءَ سبب گذاري وئي تڏهن هن پنهنجي ماءُ سان اها ڳالهه ڪئي ته هن جو ۽ ديوان صاحب جو رشتو ڌيءُ ۽ پيءُ جهڙو هو نه ڪي مڙس ۽ زال جهڙو ، ان کانپوءَ ديوان گدو 
مل به دنيا جي طعنن مهڻن کان تنگ اچي اڳتي هلي پاڻ به خودڪشي ڪري ڇڏي هُئي

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Monday, 16 March 2015

Azaan Munjho Dost Azaan Munjho Dushman

Azaan Munjho Dost Azaan Munjho Dushman
Part One
Azaan Hik Naaalo Aahe Aen Kehenjo Naalo Ahae In Shae Khaa Pehryoon Taey Maa Waqif Koon Hoyaaam Per Poe Waqif The Wayaam, Jadhaen Pehryoon Dafoo Khbr Pae Azaan Jae Bary Mein Taey Ohoo Hik Dushmaan Jae Roop Mein Mukhae Nazar Pae Aayoo Per Waqt Mukhae Ehoo B Dikhaarey Chadeyoo K Azaan Dost B Ahae,
Galh Hanrey Achi Hity Bheety K Azaan Ahae Kair, Alhae Muskhil Ahae In Azaan Khae Lafzan Mein Biyaan Kariraan Per Maa Pehenji Puri Koshish Kandaam K In Khae Biyaan Kayaan
30 June 2013, Warae Dinh Munjhoo Sagoo Mamo (Uncle) Mudy Ahyoo Waqt Shaam Jaa 6 Thenda Hondaa Aen Mukhae Chayain K Mukhae Shoping Karae Haal Market Maa Un Saah Gadh Market Waqt Mission Road Jae AQSA Tower Shopping Mall Sukkur Mein Bheeta Hoyasaey Munjho Mamo Pasand Kayaal Jeans Try Kariraan Lae Room mein wayoo Aen Maa Un Jae Intzaar Mein Uteey E Bheto Rahyaas Achanak Mukhae Alhae Chaa Thee Wayoo Maa Sahe Tareqe Saa “Saaah(Breath) Kon Peo Khareen saghaan Munjhi Dil G Dharakan safaa taiz thee wae Aen Munjhoo Jism Munjhae Zehaani Control Khaa Bhair Nikareey Wayoo Mukhae Alhae Chaa Thee Wayoo Maa Achi Road Taey Bhetaam Uteey Hik Shaks Khae Pehenji Dil Taey Hath Rakhrayaam Aen Chayaam Mukhae Bachae Maa Maraan Thow Ohoo Shakaas Mukhae Pehenji Bike Taey Khareen Hik Daam “ENT Specialist” Dae Khareen Wayoo Un ENT Specialist Munjhae Naaak (Nose) Galae ( Throat) G Taapas(Checkup) Kayoo Aen Un Shb Chayoo Kujh B Konhae Aen Kahaen Physician Khae Dikhareo Chookirae Joo Shyd Shirk Nikare Wayoo Aah In Lae Ehain Dil G Dharakan Aen Saah Mein Takleef Thee Thaas Un Dr Pehenji Fees 500 Rupya Warti Jeka Un Shaks E Adda Kae
Aen Waari Ohoo Hira Hospital Waat Mukhae Khareen Wayoo Physician Waat Aen Physician B Taapas Khaa Poe Saghi Galh Kae K  Shirk Nikare Wayoo Aah In Lae Ehain Dil G Dharakan Taiz Thee Wae Thae, Mukhae Un Araaam G Tablets Likhi Diniyoon Jakae Maa Ghar Lahii Achi Khaadaam Aen Sumhi Payaam,

Azaan Munjho Dost Azaan Munjho Dushman
Part Two
Dawa Khae Sumhiyaam Taey Mukhae Nind Achi Wae Aen Bae Dinh Garami Jae Sabab Maa Gharaan Saajo Dinh Naa Niktaam Aen Jaadi Maa Shaam Joo Nikiran Jo Irado Kayoo Aen Wehenji Karee Kapra Pae Bhair Niktaam Aen Jean Maa Ghar Khaa Bhair Qadam Rakheo Mukhae Duniya Ajeeb Pae Lagae Munjho Saah Again Munjharan Lagoo Munjhi Dil G Dharakan Biyaar Taiz Thairan Lagae Maa Hik Daam Ghar Wapis Wayaam Taey Muji Tbyt Theak Thee Wae Mukhae Samjh Kon Ahyoo Kuch Akhir He Chaa Thee Rahyo Aah Musaan Wari Bus Maa Ghaaron Naa Socho Aen Ghar Khaa Naa Niktaam, Wari Maa Bae Dinh Ghar Khaa Subhu Joo Niktaam Taey Musaan Saghi E Kafiyaat The Jean Moonh Pehryoon Budhae K Dil G Dharakan Taiz Aen Saah Mujharan Maa Bus Un Khaa Po Gharaan Naa Niktam Aen Po Wari 5 6 Dinh Maa Ghar Continue Araam Karain Khaa Poo Again Niktaam Aen Jean Ghar Khaa Bhair Qadam Rakhiyaam Mujhi Tbyt Khrb, Poo Maa Socho Kahaen Dr Dae Wanjhaan Po Himmat Karee Maa Dr Dae Wayaam Dr Shb Jin Chayoo Kujh Konhae Tension Ahae Tokhae In Lae Ehain Peo thae Mukhae Dr G Taleem Taey Afsos Theo Aen Dil Mein Sochaam K Ehoo Dr Shb Kean Degree Wathi Ahyo Ahae Joo Mareez Jae Marz Khae Nathow Samjhae Mukhae Hinae Umaar Mei Chaa Tension Hondaa Bus Maa Mayoos Bae Dr Dae Wayaam Aen Po 3ae Dr Dae Afsos K Sukkur Joo Koi B Dr Mukhae Satisfy Naa Karee Sagheo, In Khaa Po Maa Hik Molvi Shb Saah Rabtoo Kayoo Un Mukhae Chayoo K Sain Ahwaan Pehenjae Dimaag Jae Istmaal Taey Lagaam Deo Ahwaan Khae Un Baarh Joo Misaal Diyaan Jeko 10 Year G Jaamar(Age) Mein Pehenjo Dimaag 20 Saal Jae No-Jawan Jetro Karee Aen Pareshani Mein Mubitlaa The Charyoo The Wanjhae Maa Chayam Molvi Shb 10 Year Jae Baarh Waat 20 Year Jae No-Jawan Jetre Soch Kithan Aae, Molvi Jawab Dendae Chayoo Sub Hunae Jae Hath Mein Ahae,
Maa Hik Mintue Khamosh The Karee Molvi Shb Khae Chayaam: Molvi Shb Unae G Kaa Galh mukhae Samjh Choo Kon Indi Aaah, Molvi Shb Chayoo Chaa Mtlb, Maa Jawab Dendi Urdu Mein Chayaam: “Kuch Samajh Mein Nahin Aata Ke Ye Chakr Kya Hai 
Khel Kya Us Ne Azal Se Ye Racha Rakha Hai 
Rooh Ko Jism Ke Pinjray Ka Bana Kar Qaidi 
Uss Pe Phir Maut Ka Pehra Bhi Bitha Rakha Hai 
De Ke Tadbeer Kay Panchi Ko Uraanein Us Ne 
Tam-e-takdeer Mein Har Simt Bicha Rakha Hai 
Kar Ke Araaishein Konain Ki Barson Us Ne 
Khatm Karne Ka Bhi Mansooba Bana Rakha Hai
Molvi Shb khae Munjhi Galh Samjh Naa Aae Yaa Wari Wariyaans Naa Musaan Behaas Kayaen Aen Maa B Behaas Kayoo Maans” Ohoo Behaas Hity Share Kariraan Jehro Konhae Eahain Naa K Muty Kufaar Jaa Fatwa Hanreey Kafir Kayo Wanjhae,
Moonh Kuch Galat Taey Kon Chayaam K, “Khel Kya Us Ne Azal Se Ye Racha Rakha Hai 
Rooh Ko Jism Ke Pinjray Ka Bana Kar Qaidi Uss Pe Phir Maut Ka Pehra Bhi Bitha Rakha Hai  – In Jo Mtlb K Chaa System Un Shuru Khaa Rakhi Chadeyoo Aaah , Rooh  K Jism Jehrey Pinjray Mein Qaidi Thae Karee Wari Un Taey Mout Joo Chookidaar Rakheo Aaah Ehaa Galh Maa Hity Khatam Peo Kayaan, Aen Agtey  Bus Poo Maa Gharan Nikiran Chadae Dinaam 2013 G Ramzan G Eid 2013 G Eid Ul Aza Aen 2013 Mein Dostan Ja Functions Aen Relatives Jo Shadion Kuch B Attend Naa Kaare Sagheem Faqat In Beemari Jae Karee Aen Maa Ahwaan Khae Budhaindoo Halan K 2013 June 30 Khaa Wathi Kare 2014 Feb Taey Maa Ghar Kha Bhair Qadam Koon Rakheo Hoyuu Maa Hik Qaidi The Wayoo Hoyaam Pehenjae Zehaan Jo Qaidi,
 2013 Khaa Wathi 2014 Feb Taen Jae Saafar Jae Wich Mein Mukhae Feel Theo K Munjhae Andaar Koi Bio B Ahae Per Jekoo B Ahae Shyd Ehoo E Munjhi Ghulami Joo Sabab Ahae
Po In Andaar Mein Rahandaar Joo Naalo Ma Azaan Rakhi Chadiyaam, Azaan Munjhoo Dushman Ahae Mukhae Bhair Nathow Wanjharan Dae Azaan Mujhion Khushion Khasae Chadeion Ahaen Maa Beqasaur Hoyaam Mukhae Munjho Gunah Khbr Kon Hoyuu
Agr Ahwaan Mein Thore B Insaniyat Ahae Taey Mehsoos Kayo Mujho Dard Maa Be-Gunah Edi Qaid Guzarey Rahyoo Hoyaaam Maa Hik Ghumandaar Phirandar Mahroon Jadhaen Qaid The Wayaam Tae Muty Chaa Guzarandi Hondi Maa Hik Hik Raat Ghara Gohra ( Red tears ) Wahae Guzariyaam Mukhae Alhae Chaa Peo Thae Maa Duniya Mein Wanjharan Peo Chahyaan Maa Zindage Peo Guziraran Peo Chayan Azaan Khae Paraan Maa Kadhiran peo Chayaan Per Azaan Naa Peo Wanjhae Maa Mazlom Sirf Roe E Saghaan Peo,
Bus 9 Months Guzari Chuka Aahain Maa Qalam Khaayaam Aen 9 Months G Bary Mein Likharan Shuru Kayaam Jaadi Maa Qalam Rokeyaam taey  Mukhae Khbr Pae 9 Months Mein Maa Chaa Chaa Wenjayo Ahae Aen 9 Months Mein Maa Chaa Chaa Hasil Kayo Aaah 9 Months Jae Saafaar Mein Mukhae Khbr Paiji Wae K Kair Musaan Sacho Ahae Aen Kair Naa Mukhae Khbr Paiji Wae Musaan Contact Mein 98% Mahron Jekae Munjhaa Azeez Honda Hoyaa Unhaan Kadhaen Mukhae Yaad E Naa Kayoo, 9 Months Mein Maa Hik Sidhoo Mahroon the Chukoo Hoyaam Maa Nimazi B Hoyaam Aen Par-heez-Gar B.
Iteey Mukhae Mehsos Theo Azaan Munjho Dost Ahae Aen Mukhae Heyaar E Haqeqat Jo Aenoo Dikhae Chadiyo Thae,
Maa Samjhi Wayaam K Azaan Mukhae Edoo Easy Na Chadendoo In Lae Maa Likharan Start Kayaam Aen Kujh Arso Likhando Rahyaam, Maa Hanreey Bulqul Change The Chukoo Hoyaam Mukhae Sahe Galat Jo Andazo The Wayoo Hoyuu Maa Hanreey Kahaen B Insaan Maa Kahaen B Qism Jae Faidae G Niyat Kon Peo Rakhaan Munjho Andaar Saaf The Wayoo Ahae Mukhae Insaniyat Khbr Paiji Wae Ahae Maa Hanreey Shyd Dhoko, Dil Azaaari Kariraan Jehri Shayaan Khaa Alhae Pary Achi Wayoo Aah Mukhae Ehain Peo Lagae K Maa Shyd Insaan-Parsaat The Wayoo Aaah,

22 March 2014 Taey Maa Dr Akhtr Samo Dae Wayaam Un Khaa Checkup Karayaam Un Mukhae Chayo K Ahwaan Khae “ Sinusitis “ The Wayoo Ahae Jahaen Jae Kare Saah G takleef Ahae Maa Hik Daam Sinusitis G Dawa Wartaam Aen Kuch Month Mein Maaa Sahe The Wayaam Poo Maa Gharan Khaa Nikiran Start Kayaam Per Ghar Khaa 2 4 Kilometer Maa Parae Wendoo Aah Taey Munjho Saah Munjhando Aah In Lae Maa Ghar Khaa Khaas Pary Naa Wendoo Ahyaan Hanreey 2015 Peo Halae Anja Maa Etreo Paraan Khae Improve Kare Naa Sagheo Aah Maa Aaaj Kaal Just 17 to 20 Kilometer Ghar Khaa Pary Wanjhi Saghando Aah Anja Maa Ghulam Ahyaan Anja Maa Qaidi Ahyaan Mukhae Hanreey Azad Thairoon Ahae Mukhae Azadi Khapae Aen Maa Azadi Hasil Kariraan Lae Pehenjion Samreon galtion Sudharey Karee Bus Hik Sidhoo Mahroon Thee Azadi G Zindage Guzariraan Peo Chayaan

Saturday, 14 March 2015

Dithal Khuwab

Khuwab

Khuwab Sach Ahain Yaa Asaan G Soch Eheey Sajae Dinh Mein Thiyaal Kaam Jaa Nandha Nandha Tukira Honda Ahain Ya Wari Sumharaan Khaa Pehryoon Wari Soch Mukhae Taey Kadhaen Kadhaen Ehain Lagando Aaah Khuwab Mein Ohoo Sub Kuch Endoo Aaah Jeko Aseen Rooh Saah Chahenda Ahyoon Aen Kadhaen Kadhaen Rooh G Taqat Endaar Waqt G Jhalak Dikharey Chadendoo Ahae.
Musaan b Kuch Ehain E Theo Jumairat(Thursday) Warae Raat Sutoo Payoo Hoyaam Aeqn Khuwaban G Duniya mein Ghumee Rahyoo Hoyaas Hik Gumsaan Jaga taey Bheeto ahyaan hath mein Cigarette ahae Cigarette Ja Sutta Chikandaey Chikandaey Maa Alhae Kehre Soch Mein Ghum Thee Peo Wanjhaan,
Etree Mein Garaam Hath Munjhi Akhain Taey Achi Pawaan Thaa Aen Maa Warayaan Peo K Kair Ahae
Jawab Mein Sureelo Awaz Jarain Koyal Jo Awaz Aen Awaz Mein Ghabrat Jean Ka Kaneez Ghulam Chookiri Pehenjae Saltanat Jae Badshah Saa Hum-Qalam Thee Hojae  Aen Kaa Galh Budhaindi Hojae Ehreey Lehjae Mein Hunae Chayoo Ahwaan Paraan Sunjaraon Maa Jawab Naa Dinaam Aen Khamosh Thee Bheeto Rahyaam Aen Un Biyaar Chayoo Kashif Chaa Tonhji Ehaa E Chahta Howe Musaan Joo Tonh Ohae Hath Nathow Sunjaraen Saghaen Jekae Hath Tonhjae Hathaan Mein Hoyaa Goath G Un Sunsaan Ghiti Mein Jahaen Mein Paraan Kidaan Haali Rahya Hoyasaen, Mukhae Dil Khae Dhaak Lagoo Munjhi Raat(Blood) Jo Dooro Ahista Thairan Lagoo Thore Munjh Feel Kayaam Aen Zoori Hath Unjaa Ankhain Taan Hatae Dithaam K Hik Rani Ahae Jeka Peeley (Yellow) Kapran Mein Bheeti Aaah Moonh(Face) Dhakiyal Athaas Per Moonh Chaa Saa Dhakiyal Athaas Ehoo Samjh Naa Ahyoo Moonh Alhae Choo Saaf Nazar Kon Peo Achae Ehain Peo Nazar Achae Jean Kahaen Tasveer Taey Blur Theyaal Ahae, Hik Daam Maa Wadae Awaaz Mein Chayaam Aey Raani Tonh Ahain Kair Aen Tonhjion Cheehro Mukhae Nazar Choo Kon Peo Achae Un Jawab Dinoo Ehoo Dhoondilo Cheehro Tonhjae Dhookae G Nishani Aaah Tonh Faqat Munjhi Dil E Naaa Per Munjhi Rooh Khae B Zakhaam Raasaaya Ahain, Maa Khamosh Thee Wayaam Mukhae Samjh Kon Pae Ahyoo K Dhoko Moonh Taey Kon Dinoo Hoyoo Po Ehoo Dhokae Jo Ilzam Muty Cho Maa Mehsos Kayaam Kithy Kaa Muji Nandhiri Galati taey Wadhoo Dhoko Naa Nikti, Per Zehaan Mein Sawalan Aen Sochaan Jo Toofan Utheo, Katera E Sawal Hoyaa Per Munjhae Unhaan Sawalan Jaey Mutabik Taey Ohaa DhokeBaz Howe Naa K Maa Po Ohaa Ehain Cho Chae Rhye Howe

Pehenjae Zehaan Taey Control Kandae Chayaam Paraan khae K Hanreeeey Sub Kuch Un Khaa Puchandaaam Ohaa Chaa Pae Chawae, Per Ohaa Khuwab Mein Aalag Howe Aen Haqeqat Mein Alag Aaah Jaadi B Haqeqat Mein Maa Un Khaa Puchandoo Aaah Taey Unjoo Behaviour Munjhae Jism Taey Golin G Barsaat Kando Aahae Yaa Taey Un Jae Rooh Mein Munjhae Lae Mohbat Ahae In Lae Taey Ohaa Ehaa Kandi Ahae to be continue......

Monday, 23 February 2015

SUFISM LIBERATION OF SOUL Amar Jaleel

AMAR JALEEL

 
SUFISM LIBERATION OF SOUL Amar Jaleel
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                                        SUFISM                           (LIBERATION OF SOUL)



CAN SUFISM BE DEFINED?  


Sufism is neither a religion, nor is it a doctrine, a myth, a cult, or a dogma. Sufism can neither be taught, nor can it be explained in concrete terms. Like fragrance Sufism is felt. Like soothing Ragas it is spiritually experienced. It surrounds. It overwhelms. It encompasses you in serenity. Sufism touches inner cords of your existence. It provides unexplained vistas hitherto denied to the vision. It ultimately liberates man to embark upon his search for Ultimate Truth.
Sufism has nothing to do with the external appearance of a person. It does not call upon a person to perform certain rituals and to put on peculiar garb to distinguish himself from rest of the fellow beings. It is easy to differentiate between a Moulvi, a Monk, a Pundit, and a Priest from their attire and appearance. But, it is not easy to identify a Sufi from what he wears. You may never know the person sitting next to you is a Sufi. One can’t put on a saffron rug, and declare himself a Sufi. A Sufi does not pronounce his communion with God. He renounces tall claims. Sufism is a way of life. It emanates from within. It is a total and unconditional sense of surrender to the One Infinite. A Sufi never pretends. A true Sufi neither conceals, nor does he reveal himself. He refuses to occupy elevated stage in society, and deliver sermons. He explains, but he never indulges in heated debates and discussions, arguments and counterarguments. He never sides with in the rudimentary tussle between the religions. He maintains a very low profile all his life. Finally, a Sufi dissolves without knowing in the boundlessness of the One he seeks. Ultimately he becomes one with Absolute One.
 A true Sufi never distinguishes himself from others. He doesn’t distances himself from fellow human beings on the basis of their faith, cast, and creed. He remains engrossed in his everlasting quest for Union with Eternal One. Numerous religions remind him of unity in diversity. They propagate submission to the Supreme Sustainer without knowing. At times Sufism is innocently subdivided into Muslim mysticism, Hindu mysticism, Christian mysticism, Jewish mysticism, and into numerous cults. The factions ascribe certain attributes of their choice to the Creator. What they forget in their faithfulness is that the Absolute One is indivisible. Divinity and the Divine can not be partitioned. No creation (takhleeq) can ever possibly ascribe any attribute to its Creator. Can a painting or a sculptor of Michel Angelo describe the personality of the artist who gave it an existence! 
 A true Sufi does not restrict himself to a mosque, or to a temple, or to a Church, or to a Synagogue. It is not obligatory for him to be there. Probably, he may not be seen in any place of worship! He has his own place of worship within him kindled with Eternal Love. A Sufi remains perpetually in love with Infinite all his life whether he sleeps, remains awake, interacts with people, or wanders in wilderness. Everlasting love of a Sufi for his Beloved is manifestation of Bandagi (worship), and Bandagi is everlasting love for his Beloved. Bandagi (worship) without love, and love without Bandagi bear no meaning.
True love invariably has to be unconditional. It signifies submission. It is of no significance to a Sufi what others think of him. He is not bothered if people laugh at him, jeer him, or ridicule him. He is not deterred when clergy, Qazis (judges), and the rulers join hands to persecute him, and torment him, and send him to the gallows. A true Sufi ceaselessly treads the burning desert of trials and tribulations in search of his Mehboob (Beloved), the Truth. It is a journey he undertakes knowingly and alone by himself. It commences with his consciousness for his Creator, and terminates with his getting absorbed in the vastness of One Supreme.
Even in metaphysical realm it is unlikely to attribute a universally acceptable definition to Sufism. That is why Sufism or Mysticism has been subdivided and fragmented into totally diverse forms and the norms. The Muslims have their own version of Sufism that directly or indirectly adheres to the Islamic injunctions, Hadith and Sunnah. The Hindus attribute their own definition to Mysticism that corresponds to their faith. Similarly, the Christians assign their own meaning to Mysticism that confirms to the fundamental ethics of Christianity. However, there exists common conjecture in each Faith’s approach to Mysticism or Sufism. They all believe Sufism initiates perpetual quest for the Creator, and ultimate Truth. The different religions all over the world nevertheless have their own description of the Creator, and the Truth.
Like phenomenon of life and death, Sufism is infinite in its application. It is vast. It is immense. It can not be contained in a universal definition. The Sufism in its original texture emanates from within. It permeates highest form of consciousness. It indicates man’s absolutely personal perception of his Creator, and his relationship with his Initiator, and the Truth he everlastingly seeks. It all becomes possible only when he attains freedom from conditioning and thinks independently.

UNANSWERED QUESTIONS                              


It is fallacious to assume man is born free. He takes birth in a given situation without his choice. He takes birth in a certain country and automatically, and without his intent becomes a citizen of that country. A child born to the parents settled in the United States would become an American. A child born to the parents settled in Russia would become a Russian. A child born to the parents settled in Pakistan would become a Pakistani. A child born to the parents settled in India would become an Indian. Likewise a child born in a Christian family is nurtured and brought up to become a Christian. A child born in a Hindu family is taught and groomed to become a Hindu. A child born in a Muslim family is tutored and trained to become a Muslim. Each family ensures that the child is conditioned to adopt the faith, culture, social traits, and the language of the family. Thus, man surrenders his natural instinct for freedom to his environs, and chains himself in customs, traditions, culture, and taboos that don’t let him mingle with people equally entangled in their own customs, traditions, and taboos. The human beings remain separated not only through political and geographic demarcations, they resist universal unison in the name of their diverse faiths and religions.
Enigma ensnares man all his life, and he convincingly believes he is born free! Although he is not! He is born chained in customs, traditions, rituals, and the family traits. He goes to the particular place of worship because as a child he saw his parents go to the identical places of worship. He despises some communities because as a child he saw his parents despise others. He assumes himself the most cultured, enlightened, and brave among men because his forefathers thought and behaved like that. Man remains confounded in the given circumstances. He evolves his own ethics, and code of conduct to judge the world.  
Man nevertheless is born with an inquisitive head and heart. Within him resides a restless soul. He strives to know what hitherto has remained unknown to him. He attempts to understand what he has not understood before. He decodes the coded facts of life. He reads. He assimilates. He contemplates. He unshackles himself. He treads the oceans, deserts, forests, and the civilisations in search of Truth. He stands up, and musters up courage to look at the world independently. He listens to the echo of eternal unanswered questions from within. Who am I? Who has created me? What is the relationship between Creator and the created? Man seeks answer to the most complex questions in his life. Where from have I come, and whence shall I return to! Without knowing he enters the fold of the Sufis.
It is then that he finds himself impeded by the society in which he has been brought up. The wise, clergy, and the learned who sit in judgement on the deeds and misdeeds of others admonish him. They warn him not to seek beyond what has already been sought! Not to redefine what has already been defined! And finally, not to deviate from the path followed by his forefathers! Fear bears no meaning for a Sufi. He looks around, and to his astonishment he beholds his Beloved in every direction! A couplet of a great Sufi like Shah Latif elevates his soul to liberty:
                        Jed’han Ka’yan Parkh
                        Ted’han Sajan Samhoon
Jed’han (wherever) Ka’yan (I cast) Parkh (eye, meaning examine) Ted’han (thither/in that direction)(I behold) Sajan (beloved) Samhoon (in front of me).

Sufism is man’s quest for Truth. Men living in different domains with totally different cultures, languages, attitudes and aptitudes have deciphered the Truth according to their peculiar faith. They attribute their own meaning to Truth. Thus, over the countless centuries man in his faithfulness has subdivided and fragmented what perpetually and everlastingly happens to be indivisible. When men in their frenzy partition, subdivide, and fragment Truth they in fact partition and fragment love, affection, tolerance, forbearance, and mutual respect for each other. They resultantly cultivate inferno of hatred and aversion within their hearts. They first divide, and then engage each other in unending violent combats of death and destruction in the name of Indivisible One.
  Eternal One shall always remain One beyond eternity. A true Sufi frees himself from the confines of contradictory traditions, cultural rituals, traditional traits, and social attitudes that obstruct his submission to the Everlasting One. Sachal Sarmast like Mansur Halaj was a fearless Sufi. Somewhere in his verse he has said:
                Jed’han Purab Pundh, Ted’han A’on Na Van’yon,
                He’o Hunan Jo Handh, Munhinjo Handh Hinglag Me’in.   
[The trudge that leads to Purab (westward-to the places of worship), I shall not proceed. It is theirs (forefathers’) Handh (place/destination), my destination is Hinglaj]. Hinglaj is a distant mountainous region in Sindh once inhibited by lonely Yogis for meditation.
Once confirmed, and assures that the Everlasting One is indivisible a Sufi feels liberated from within. He feels liberated from hatred, envy, greed, enmity, and lust for wealth and power. He then views the world in Universal Unity.


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Monday, 16 February 2015

Ammar Jaleel A PROFESSOR WITH A FAKE DEGREE

Ammar Jaleel

Ammar Jaleel A PROFESSOR WITH A FAKE DEGREE
AMAR JALEEL


                A PROFESSOR WITH A FAKE DEGREE


[No weaver can weave a cloth; no tailor can stitch apparel that can hide your ugliness. A Sufi maxim]


Way back in 1974 a person with a Ph.D from an American University was directly appointed a Professor in Peoples’ Open University, Islamabad, renamed Allama Iqbal Open University by the dictator Ziaul Haq in 1977. Established on the behest of Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto, it was first Open University in Asia, for that matter in this part of the world. It had expertise in teaching trough Distance Education Systems. The printed material mailed to the registered students was supplemented and complemented through electronic media, Radio and Television. The system constituted the crux of the Open Learning. Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto had envisaged that an Open University had an answer to the multifarious educational needs of the country from Adult Education to the Continuing Education that provides life-long learning opportunities to the masses as well as the people engaged in earning a livelihood. Indira Gandhi Open University, India, University of the Air, Japan, and Sukhothai Thamatherat Open University, Thailand came up almost after a decade.  
Apart from holding a Master’s degree in the relevant subject an incumbent teacher’s exposure to electronic media was considered an additional qualification for his appointment in the Open University. The Professor we are talking about had several testimonials related to his active participation in the Radio and Television programmes in the United States. I would not divulge his name. May be during the last thirty-six years he, after diverting from his crooked path is living an honorable life somewhere on this earth. I do not want to embarrass him. It is birthright of a wayward person to amend his evil ways, repent, and live a neat clean life. However, for the sake of narration let us give our professor a name. Let us call him Professor Paparwala.
Professor Paparwala had joined the Peoples’ Open University in its inception in 1974. He was a jolly good fellow, and entertained the small faculty with his silly jokes during the tea break. Five or six faculty members (the teachers), the Registrar, and the treasurer wondered at his gimmickries. His overall mannerism was crude, particularly towards the female faculty members. By no stretch of imagination he appeared to have had been educated abroad, or had taught at the American Universities for twenty years. What eventually surprised everyone in the University was that the Professor Paparwala never wrote, or spoke a word in English.
The media personnel in the University persuaded Professor Paparwala to come to the Radio and Television studios for delivering a lecture on the subject of his choice, and in the language he deemed suitable. He never obliged them. Within a year or so he became conspicuous for his nonacademic pursuits. No one new how, and from where the Registrar gathered the information that the degrees of the Professor Paparwala were fake, and that he had ever been to America! The Registrar conveyed the startling information to the Vice Chancellor who promptly but confidentially passed on the curious case to the University Grants Commission, now renamed Higher Education Commission. The Professor Paparwala got the wind of what was cooking against him, and he went missing.
Within a few days the University Grants Commission confirmed that no such University existed in America that had issued Ph.D and other degrees to the Professor Paparwala. And, the Universities the Professor had claimed to have had taught at for 20 years were nowhere in existence in the United States of America. The University Grants Commission very strongly recommended to the Open University that a case for fraud, cheating and beguiling the University be filled against the fake professor; and the salary, allowances, house rent, and the fringe benefits he had enjoyed for over a year be recovered from him. But, by then the fake professor had proverbially vanished.
The climax of the story is tragic. You may call it outrageous. Professor Paparwala after fraudulently grabbing the post of a professor in the Peoples’ Open University manipulated a decent family, and succeeded in entering into wedlock with a highly educated daughter of theirs who was an Assistant Professor in a girls’ college. No one in the family thought they had given away their daughter in marriage to a crook. I leave it to your sensibilities to feel the intensity of the shock, ignominy, and dismay of the family.

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Monday, 9 February 2015

A Wiser Person Brigitte Nicole

A Wiser Person Brigitte Nicole
I feel no experience is a waste of time. Good people, difficult people, bad situations, difficult moments, struggles, heartaches, challenges; they all help us grow, help us learn, give us lessons, give us precious wisdom. It prepares us for the future. It gives us insight so that we do not take the same paths that once lead us to grief and despair. A failed relationship teaches us to let go and move on. That lesson in the long run, teaches us strength and confidence and manifest itself into self-love because all the while we learn to give ourselves stronger boundaries and to caution ourselves to healthier relationships in our future. It’s a hard fact to accept but hardships make us grow and makes us stronger. If it challenges you, it will change you.
A stronger, wiser and a better person.