(AL-QURAN)
#IndiaPakistanWar
(AL-QURAN)
#IndiaPakistanWar
#PakistanArmyZindabad #pakistanzindabaad
#PakistanArmyZindabad #pakistanzindabaad
کس گناہ کی اتاری ہے قضا بچوں نے؟
کس گناہ کی اتاری ہے قضا بچوں نے؟
#palestine will be free
#palestine will be free
سید ابو الاعلیٰ مودودی ؒ
سید ابو الاعلیٰ مودودی ؒ
— Syed Abul A'la Maududi (Karachi, November 13, 1951)
— Syed Abul A'la Maududi (Karachi, November 13, 1951)
We’d do whatever our heart desired.
Waking up draped in moonbeams,
And sleeping wrapped in silence.
Nights would last all day long.
If only happiness could be sold 🍁
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We’d do whatever our heart desired.
Waking up draped in moonbeams,
And sleeping wrapped in silence.
Nights would last all day long.
If only happiness could be sold 🍁
●♡●
That deep blue sky above,
The shores beyond seven seas,
Forests, rivers, cascading waters—
Everything would be our treasure.
That deep blue sky above,
The shores beyond seven seas,
Forests, rivers, cascading waters—
Everything would be our treasure.
If we wanted, we could keep living.
No uneven cities, no ups and downs,
Even houses would float on water.
If we wanted, we could keep living.
No uneven cities, no ups and downs,
Even houses would float on water.
Free laughter and free stars ✨
Even the moon would be sold in pieces.
There would be no such thing as desire 🍁
Everything within reach, nothing afar.
Free laughter and free stars ✨
Even the moon would be sold in pieces.
There would be no such thing as desire 🍁
Everything within reach, nothing afar.
And there was a cart for sorrows,
Tears would cost a penny,
And love would be priced at four.
And there was a cart for sorrows,
Tears would cost a penny,
And love would be priced at four.
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
They tell me not to grieve.
Show me a person who smiles in the face of sorrow,
As if to say that even in the midst of grief, I should not mourn.
They tell me not to grieve.
Show me a person who smiles in the face of sorrow,
As if to say that even in the midst of grief, I should not mourn.
— Pelé
— Pelé
But when hardship strikes, call out to us, for we shall stand by you.
Happiness will favor only those who fight through adversities,
For we have sifted through the dust of this town, and we shall prevail even in its heights.
But when hardship strikes, call out to us, for we shall stand by you.
Happiness will favor only those who fight through adversities,
For we have sifted through the dust of this town, and we shall prevail even in its heights.