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I’m not just bombs, poverty and corruption. I’m Edhi’s philanthropy. I’m Arfa Karim’s brilliance. I’m Miandad’s six. I’m fastest growing IT industry. I’m ever-expanding middle class. I’ve fought dictatorships. I’m 40000 deaths for global peace. I’m hospitality. I’m epitome of resilience. I’m one of the few bravest nations of this world. I’m made to spend lives. Yes, I’m Islamic Republic of Pakistan!! Please spread optimism instead of negativity about me. Sincerely, Pakistan.

Pakistan was founded because the Muslims of this sub-continent wanted to build up their lives in accordance with the teachings and traditions of Islam, because they wanted to demonstrate to the world that Islam provides a panacea to the many diseases which have crept into the life of humanity today.

PAKISTAN ZINDABAD!

Story of Hijaabi Sisters 


In France after picking groceries in the supermarket, the Niqaabi sister stood in the line to pay. After a few minutes, her turn came up at the checkout counter.

The checkout girl who was a non-Hijaabi Arab Muslim girl started to scan the items of the Niqaabi sister one buy one and then she looked at her with arrogance and said: ”We have many problems in this country, your Niqaab is one of them!!

We, immigrants, are here for trade and not to show our Deen or history! If you want to practice your Deen and wear Niqaab then go back to your Arab country and do whatever you want!!” The Niqaabi sister stopped putting her grocery in the bag and lifted up her Niqaab…

The checkout girl was in total chock! The Niqaabi girl who was blond with blue eyes told her: ”I am a French girl, not an Arab immigrant! This is my country and THIS IS MY ISLAM!! You born Muslims sold your Deen and we bought it from you!” end of story!

This is a fact! Many revert Muslims have stronger faith than born Muslims! SubhaanAllaah!

Via - Sheikh Khalid Yasin.
 Photographer (by Daniel Novello)

(Source: letssharestories)

“The Gossiper”


A woman repeated a bit of gossips about a neighbor. Within a few days the whole community  knew the story. The person it concerned was deeply hurt and offended.

Later, the woman responsible for spreading rumours learned that it was completely untrue. She was very sorry and went to a wise old sage to find out what she could do to repair the damage.“Go to the marketplace.” He said ,”and purchase a chicken, and have it killed. then on your way home, pluck its feathers and drop them one by one along the road.” Although surprised by this advice , the women did what she was told.The next day the wise man said, “Now, go and collect all those feathers you dropped yesterday and bring them back to me.” The woman followed the same road, but to her dismay the wind had blown all the feather away. After searching for hours she returned with only 3 in her hands.

“You see,” said the old sage, “It is easy to drop them , but impossible to get them back. So it is with gossip. It does not take much to spread a rumor , but once you do , you can never completely undo the wrong
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Looking at this picture reminds me of what we really miss in our daily lives.All we do is eat,sleep,study and pray.

Do we ever wonder what is outside of the four walls? Do we ever contemplate on the beauty of nature? Do we ever go to the sea with family and friends before sunset and look how the evening turns into a night. Do we ever bother to think about the point where the sea and sky meet. Do we bother going out in an abnormal weather? (example thunderstorm, sandstorm fog.) Do we ever bother to thank Allah For all that we have and look at the beauty and balance of nature?

The answer to all these questions is no. Because 99% of people don’t do that. Thank Allah that you are alive and you still have time to do good things and go outside and look at the things which you have missed during all these years. Read the translation of Surah Rahman and think about what Allah The Most Gracious and The Most Merciful Says in it.

P.s this picture was taken by:Mohammad Hasan Siddiqi (some people enjoy abnormal things too and so whould we. Because being normal is what we always do.)
Date and time: Monday 2:25 pm
Place: Makkah the day when there was a sandstorm.

Just listen


When I ask you to listen to me you start giving me advices,
you have not done what I asked.
When I ask you to listen to me and you begin to tell me why I shouldn’t feel that way,
you are trampling on my feelings.
When I ask you to listen to me and you feel you have to do something to solve my problem you have failed me,
strange as that may seem.
Listen! All I ask is that you listen.
Don’t talk or do-just hear me.
Advice is cheap I can ask you for that myself; I am not helpless.
Maybe discouraged and flattering,
but not helpless.
When you do something for me that I can and need to do for myself,
you contribute to my fear and inadequacy.
But when you accept as a simple fact that I feel what I feel no matter how irrational,
then I can stop trying to convince you and get about this business of understanding what’s behind this irrational feeling.
And when that’s clear,
the answers are obvious and I don’t need advice.
Irrational feelings make sense when we understand what’s behind them.
Perhaps that’s why prayer works, sometimes, for some people-because God is mute,
and he doesn’t give advice or try to fix things.
God listens and lets you work it out for yourself.
So please listen, and just hear me.
And if you want to talk,
wait a minute for your turn-and i will listen to you. 

Losing The “Us”


When an emotional injury takes place,

the body begins a process,

as natural as the healing,

of a physical wound.


Let the process happen.

Trust that nature

will do the healing.


Know that the pain will pass,

and, when it passes,

you will be stronger,

happier, more sensitive and aware.

Tell Me

I Think there is something you want to tell me,
Its okay you can tell me how it is and what is the reality.
I see the way you have been backing off lately,
Its okay you can tell me because I don’t want to create any fake fantasy.
Everything seemed so fine and then all of a sudden you changed,
All I wanted to know was where do we stand…
You know I’m no stalker and I sure don’t want to be a pain,
Reality is that you started to act weird and in some ways its kind of strange.
Tell me the truth because I don’t want myself to pretend,
Pretend and think that you will be mine and then see you walking out with some other woman.
I know it is really hard because we have these miles in between us,
We can over come any hurdles as long as there is loyalty, honesty and love.
Let me stop this here and ask what is it that you want to tell me,
Let it out boy because this thought is really getting a hold of me.
Speak your heart out and let me know how you really want this to be,
Because I am really falling for you and the strange change is really driving me insane.(Honestly)

After a While

After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a had and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning and company doesn’t mean security,
And you begin to lean that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open, with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow’s ground is too certain for plans.

After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers and chocolates.
And you learn that you really can endure…
That you really are strong,
And you really do have worth. 

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