Assalamualykum to my dear readers with beautiful minds. Giving a thought to couple of recent events.
Having a great experience with human as we found lot of corrupt minds with a heart which is fake or been replaced by a Heart Surgeon, I think. As now a days Pigs heart seems to do the work very successfully. God bless the educated butchers. Why human lie so much to cover their arses. I will need a to put one post for this as well.
We see the human talk about spirituality they talk about relationships, finding themselves in a dilemma of chaos. When I use to write method statements for construction, we generally are very precise and to the point. Sometimes we to find discrepancy in the statements I must admit. But I guess I fail to understand why create a circle of liers or manipulative kind of people. I, myself always having a clear thought with a positive atitude experienced that you can see very clearly that he or she is Lying. But sometimes it makes me laugh when the other person thinks how clever I’m lolz. As I allow it to happen that’s why. I can stop it when ever I like either right at the start or carry on for a while and say that’s enough and say no more please. Sometimes when you listen to their rubbish and you think WTF and (just wanna say shutup, and say don’t pretend what you are not please be your self), most likely the behavior is very strange.
Also the disturbing behavior I discovered that they always described themselves or presant as victims. I call this a sickness of hearts. I’m not claiming to be the expert on the human behavior as I’m still learning and may learn always through different experiences. After all life is a big lesson with various chapters.
Once I did send my password to a guy by mistake which I didn’t even knew and that gentleman politely advise me to change it and shouldn’t do with others as it may misused. I admire that gentleman and see him as a good friend. And I do admit that there are good people in this world, no doubt but rare.
Life is too short to waste with well disturbed mentally individuals artist or drama actors. I pray for those individuals to get well soon. 🙂
The problem is within us, we have a tendency to keep our problems to ourselves. So how can our loved ones help us if they don’t know we need help? They may think you WANT to be alone. But the truth is we are loved. Perhaps, we just need to communicate better.
If we have a past with which we feel dissatisfied, then forget it, now.
Its helpful imagining a good positive thought or perhaps a (story) for our lives and believing in it. We should focus only on the moments or (time) when we achieved what we desired, and that strength will help us to get what we actually want.
Zahir 🙂
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(P.S. Using my blackberry for posting today as I’m offshore and left my laptop on shore.)
I am dedicating this to the HUMANITY and the Great Soldiers and Civilian died defending Pakistan sovereignty as an Islamic State, infact it is one of my top favorites ghazal and indeed the poet. Sir Dr. Muhammad Iqbal
Sir Dr. Muhammad Iqbal (علامہ محمد اقبال /
Allama Muḥammad Iqbāl; November 9, 1877 – April 21, 1938), commonly referred to as Allama Iqbāl (علامہ اقبال, ʿAllāma meaning “The Learned One”), was a Lahori Muslim poet, philosopher and politician in British India.
He wrote his works in Persian and Urdu. After studying in Cambridge, Munich and Heidelberg, Iqbal established a law practice, but concentrated primarily on writing scholarly works on politics, economics, history, philosophy and religion. He is best known for his poetic works, including Asrar-e-Khudi—for which he was knighted— Rumuz-e-Bekhudi, and the Bang-e-Dara, with its enduring patriotic song Tarana-e-Hind. In India, he is widely regarded for the patriotic song, Saare Jahan Se Achcha. In Afghanistan and Iran, where he is known as Eghbāl-e-Lāhoorī (اقبال لاہوری Iqbal of Lahore), he is highly regarded for his Persian works. Iqbal was a strong proponent of the political and spiritual revival of Islamic civilisation across the world, but specifically in South Asia; a series of famous lectures he delivered to this effect were published as The Reconstruction of Religious Thought in Islam.
One of the most prominent leaders of the All India Muslim League, Iqbal encouraged the creation of a “state in northwestern India for Muslims” in his 1930 presidential address. Iqbal encouraged and worked closely with Muhammad Ali Jinnah, and he is known as Muffakir-e-Pakistan (“The Thinker of Pakistan”), Shair-e-Mashriq (“The Poet of the East”), and Hakeem-ul-Ummat (“The Sage of Ummah”).
He is officially recognized as the national poet of Pakistan. The anniversary of his birth (یوم ولادت محمد اقبال – Yōm-e Welādat-e Muḥammad Iqbāl) is on November 9, and is a national holiday in Pakistan.…
Do you believe in heaven in above Do you believe in love Don’t tell a lie Don’t be false or untrue It all comes back to you Open fire on my burning heart I’ve never been lucky in love My defenses are down A kiss or a frown I can’t survive on my own If a girl walks in And carves her name in my heart I’ll turn and run away Everyday we’ve all been lead astray It’s hard to be lucky in love
It gets in your eyes It’s making you cry Don’t know what to do Looking for love Calling heaven above Send me an angel Right now
Empty dreams can only disappoint In a room behind your smile But don’t give up Don’t give up You can be lucky in love
It gets in your eyes It’s making you cry Don’t know what to do Looking for love Calling heaven above Send me an angel Right now
I don’t know you But I want you All the more for that Words fall through me And always fool me And I can’t react And games that never amount To more than they’re meant Will play themselves out
Take this sinking boat and point it home We’ve still got time Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice You’ve made it now
Falling slowly, eyes that know me And I can’t go back Moods that take me and erase me And I’m painted black You have suffered enough And warred with yourself It’s time that you won
Take this sinking boat and point it home We’ve still got time Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice You’ve made it now
Take this sinking boat and point it home We’ve still got time Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice You’ve made it now Falling slowly sing your melody I’ll sing along
You taste like the fourth of July Malt liquor on your breath, my, my I love you but I don’t know why…
You can be the boss, daddy You can be the boss Taste like a keg party, back on the sauce I like you a lot, I like you a lot Don’t let it stop… You can be the boss, daddy You can be the boss Back to the bones, sick as a dog You know that I like, like you a lot Don’t let it stop…
He had a cigarette with his number on it He gave it over to me, “do you want it?” I knew it was wrong but I palmed it I saved it, I waited, I called it The liquor on your lips, the liquor on your lips The liquor on your lips makes you dangerous I knew it was wrong, I’m beyond it I tried to be strong but I lost it.
You taste like the fourth of July Malt liquor on your breath, my, my…
You can be the boss, daddy You can be the boss Taste like a keg party, back on the sauce I like you a lot, I like you a lot Don’t let it stop… You can be the boss, daddy You can be the boss Back to the bones, sick as a dog You know that I like, like you a lot Don’t let it stop…
He has a white corvette like I want it Courtesy of lyricshall.com A fire in his eyes, no, I saw it He’s bleeding from his brain and his wallet He’s sick and he’s taken but honest The liquor on your lips, the liquor on your lips The liquor on his lips I just can’t resist As close as I’ll get to the darkness He tells me to “shut up, I got this.”
You taste like the fourth of July Malt liquor on your breath, my, my…
You can be the boss, daddy You can be the boss Taste like a keg party, back on the sauce I like you a lot, I like you a lot Don’t let it stop… You can be the boss, daddy You can be the boss Back to the bones, sick as a dog You know that I like, like you a lot Don’t let it stop…
I need you, I need you baby Like I never needed anyone You’re wrong but you’re so much fun You say you treat ‘em mean to keep ‘em keen – you’re not that nice But you taste like the fourth of July Malt liquor on your breath, my, my…
You can be the boss, daddy You can be the boss Taste like a keg party, back on the sauce I like you a lot, I like you a lot Don’t let it stop… You can be the boss, daddy You can be the boss Back to the bones, sick as a dog You know that I like, like you a lot Don’t let it stop…
Whenever I’m alone with you You make me feel like I am home again Whenever I’m alone with you You make me feel like I am whole again
Whenever I’m alone with you You make me feel like I am young again Whenever I’m alone with you You make me feel like I am fun again
However far away, I will always love you However long I stay, I will always love you Whatever words I say, I will always love you I will always love you
Whenever I’m alone with you You make me feel like I am free again Whenever I’m alone with you You make me feel like I am clean again
However far away, I will always love you However long I stay, I will always love you Whatever words I say, I will always love you I will always love you
Creation is the product of synchronizing our energy with the universe. Once we experience the whole and recognize it, we become aware that we are nothing but the Divine Creative Force.
