বুধবার, ২১ মার্চ, ২০১২
শনিবার, ৩ মার্চ, ২০১২
Husband-Wife.
Wife asks husband:
"What is the happiest moment in your life?"
He looked at her face and said: "It has not yet come.."
She fell silent for a moment, then she asked:
"What is the happiest moment in your life?"
He looked at her face and said: "It has not yet come.."
She fell silent for a moment, then she asked:
Poem for Father-Mother.
When you were born, how helpless you were,
Thoughts of this world were no where near.
Your tiny limbs were still not sound,
You still had not dreamt of the world around.
You would keep on weeping and weeping,
After having ur milk ur only job was sleeping.
It was ur father-mother who taught u how to walk,
And the one to embrace u when u could not even talk.
Under ur father-mother's shelter u kept on growing,
And with time ur boat of life kept on rowing.
Slowly n slowly u became young and strong,
Soon the whole world became ur patron.
Of ur stength u were proud all the while,
Adorning urself in ur own style.
One day u were swept away by a pretty maid,
And before her your hand you laid.
Your duties then you had forgotten,
Seeds of hatred you yourself had sown.
Your parents you started ignoring,
Your own wishes you kept on fullfilling.
For small things with them you would fight,
Learning new ways in your plight.
Remember the day when ur father-mother told you,
How can we ever live without you?
Listening to this your control you lost,
You wanted your way at any cost.
Enraged your father-mother you told,
Till now I was quite no more can I hold.
Today I am asking you to leave me alone,
To break all the ties and to remain forlorn.
You will get some work go and try,
People die everyday why dont u also die?
Your mother would sit and cry the whole night,
But you remained untouched by her pitiful sight.
Then with broken heart ur father went away oneday,
How shattered your father-mother appeared that day.
Death was the only thing she wanted,
As her life had kept her haunted.
Then finally death embraced the of hers,
As destiny could no more see her tears
With tears in her eyes, she passed away,
Death was just an excuse nothing was left to say.
A kind of peace on her face could be seen,
To adorn her body you seemed very keen.
Ages have passed how old are you!
No one needs you just a burden are you.
No longer do your children respect,
Only hatred they have,love you cannot expect.
U sigh and cry O! my father-mother,
Now there is no one to care and bother.
Now you too are left miserably alone,
Where is ur pride and where has ur valour gone.
Your memories now make you cry,
You won't get what u lost no father-matter how much u try.
You kept on ignoring the word of God,
Tortured ur parents and displeassed ur Lord.
Death is now all that you contemplate,
Your mother's face you cannot forget.
Behold! death will embrace you on time,
Your grave will hail you on time.
If one values his parents for all they are worth,
He will find paradise on this very earth.
And for their blessings if he keeps on yearning,
God's grace too he keeps on earing.
AUA,
Thoughts of this world were no where near.
Your tiny limbs were still not sound,
You still had not dreamt of the world around.
You would keep on weeping and weeping,
After having ur milk ur only job was sleeping.
It was ur father-mother who taught u how to walk,
And the one to embrace u when u could not even talk.
Under ur father-mother's shelter u kept on growing,
And with time ur boat of life kept on rowing.
Slowly n slowly u became young and strong,
Soon the whole world became ur patron.
Of ur stength u were proud all the while,
Adorning urself in ur own style.
One day u were swept away by a pretty maid,
And before her your hand you laid.
Your duties then you had forgotten,
Seeds of hatred you yourself had sown.
Your parents you started ignoring,
Your own wishes you kept on fullfilling.
For small things with them you would fight,
Learning new ways in your plight.
Remember the day when ur father-mother told you,
How can we ever live without you?
Listening to this your control you lost,
You wanted your way at any cost.
Enraged your father-mother you told,
Till now I was quite no more can I hold.
Today I am asking you to leave me alone,
To break all the ties and to remain forlorn.
You will get some work go and try,
People die everyday why dont u also die?
Your mother would sit and cry the whole night,
But you remained untouched by her pitiful sight.
Then with broken heart ur father went away oneday,
How shattered your father-mother appeared that day.
Death was the only thing she wanted,
As her life had kept her haunted.
Then finally death embraced the of hers,
As destiny could no more see her tears
With tears in her eyes, she passed away,
Death was just an excuse nothing was left to say.
A kind of peace on her face could be seen,
To adorn her body you seemed very keen.
Ages have passed how old are you!
No one needs you just a burden are you.
No longer do your children respect,
Only hatred they have,love you cannot expect.
U sigh and cry O! my father-mother,
Now there is no one to care and bother.
Now you too are left miserably alone,
Where is ur pride and where has ur valour gone.
Your memories now make you cry,
You won't get what u lost no father-matter how much u try.
You kept on ignoring the word of God,
Tortured ur parents and displeassed ur Lord.
Death is now all that you contemplate,
Your mother's face you cannot forget.
Behold! death will embrace you on time,
Your grave will hail you on time.
If one values his parents for all they are worth,
He will find paradise on this very earth.
And for their blessings if he keeps on yearning,
God's grace too he keeps on earing.
AUA,
Qur-aan Hadis Ki Bole.
Assalamu
Alaikum Wa Rahmatullah.
The pious can help, even after their death
When the Beloved Messenger of Allah, (May Allah bless him and grant him peace), went on the Mi'raj, fifty prayers a day were initially ordered. On return Prophet Musa, peace be upon him, requested the Messenger of Allah, (May Allah bless him and grant him peace), to return to Allah and ask for a reduction in prayers. He did so and by
The pious can help, even after their death
When the Beloved Messenger of Allah, (May Allah bless him and grant him peace), went on the Mi'raj, fifty prayers a day were initially ordered. On return Prophet Musa, peace be upon him, requested the Messenger of Allah, (May Allah bless him and grant him peace), to return to Allah and ask for a reduction in prayers. He did so and by
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