[Khu$h!]

Maa
Dunu Jahan Main Rehmat-e-parwardeegar Maa
Roz-e-azal Fasl-e-bahar Maa
Sar Na Qadam Khaloos-o-muhabbat Hay Maa
Insaniat Key Moo Pay Musalsal Nekhar Maa


Qudrat Ko Shakar Ye Apna Pasand Hey
Iska Tu Asman Sey Bhi Rutba Booland Hey


Nabyoon Ko Aur Imam Ko Jisnay Janam Deeya
Iska Rang Wajood Hey Khushboo Hay Aur Saba
Peyda Issi Key Lab Sey Jahan Main Hoi Dooaa
Quran Main Khuda Ney Kia Iska Tazkeera


Qudrat Ka Iskey Haq Main Ye Pehla Aasool Hey
Jannat Tu Maa K Qadmoon K Neechay Kii Dhool Hey


Bachoon K Haq Main Saya-e-deewar Kon Hey
Dunia Hey Mahoo Khowab Tu Beydar Kon Hey
Shohar Aggar Hey Phool Tu Mehkar Kon Hey
Aandhii Main Hum K Par Sar-e-peykar Kon Hey


Maryam Hey Hajra Hey Tu Kheyrunnisa Hey Maa
Is Saare Kaainat K Sar Per Reeda Hey Maa


Khud Jaag Ker Soolatee Hey Bachoon Ko Raat Main
Beyta Aggar Geerey Tu Geerti Hey Maa Iskey Sath Main
Doulat Dooaa Ki Rakhti Hey Ye Apnay Haath Main
Beyta Kahey Tu Jaan Bhi Day Dey Zakat Main


Haq Iski Chahatoon Ka Ada Kissey Hoosaka
Bhaaree Hey Kainat Sey Aik Qatraa Dudh Ka


Yaad Aarahee Hey Is Gharee Aik Aeysee Maa Kii
Jo Mutmaeen Thi Bahi Pey Bachoon Ko Waar K
Zainab Tha Naam Jiska Chalan Sayeda K Thay
Bheyja Salam Haq Nay Sar-e-karbala Jeesay

[MirzaKamran]

"muddat sa mari ma raat ko soe nahi tabish
ek bar kaha tha main na mujha dar lagta ha

[MirzaKamran]

"I Love You Mother
You are so special and kind
And I love you so
You helped to build my mind
And I want you to know.
The thought of you by me
Just makes me smile.
We are so close
Forever and not just a while.
I appreciate you mother
And I love all your style.

[MirzaKamran]

Tere azmatoon ko salam karta chaloon ah maa
Tere jazboon ke kadar karta chaloon ah maa

Tu ehsaar aur qurbani ka doosara nam ha ah maa
Zindage tere qadmoo main nisar karta chaloon ah maa

Tujh se shaid bohat door chala jaoon ga ah maa
Akhari bar tere dar pe sajda karta chaloon ah maa

Shaid apne wadoon ke bharm na rakh sakoon ah maa
Shaheed ho ka main tere sar unoocha karte chaloon ah maa

Khaitaoon ko mere maaf kar sake tu kar daina ah maa
Soocha zindagee tere duyaoon ke sahare basr karta chaloon ah maa

Har baam har dam ye hasrat he rahe mere ah maa
Apne khoon se is mitti pet era naam likhta chaloon ah maa

Khush rahe jahan rahe ab yahee dua ha mere ah maa
Tereqadam jahan paren us mitti pe janat banata chaloon ah maa

Ab ke bar ye khawaish he rah eke tere khidmat karoon ah maa
Zindagee phir mile tu phir tere abadat karta chaloon ah maa

[Khu$h!]

Janat nazir hai meri Maan
rehmat ki tasveer hai meri Maan

mein aik khowab hoon zindagi ka
jis ki tahbeer hai meri Maan

Zindagi key Khatan rashoon mein
Mashal-i-rah hai meri Maan

merey her gham, her dard mein
aik niya josh, walwala hai meri Maan

Meri har meri nakaami wabasta mujh sey hai
meri jeet meri kamyaabi ka raaz hai meri Maan

Chupa laiti hai her zakham ko wo marham ki tarha
Merey her dard her gham ki dawa hai meri maan

Dunya mein nahein hai koi nehm-ul-badal uska
Mamta mein hai mukamal faqat meri Maan

[MirzaKamran]

A Mother Is:

The DENTIST who uses a string.

The SUNSHINE on a cloudy day.

The STORY TELLER when you can't get to sleep.

The HAIR STYLIST on the night of the prom.

The DOCTOR who cures poison ivy.

The TEACHER who teaches about life.

The SEAMSTRESS who patches torn jeans.

The COMEDIAN who makes you laughs when you're down.

The CHEERLEADER at all sports activities.

The NURSE who bandages a scraped knee.

The ARTIST who teaches finger painting.

The LAUNDRY LADY who keeps you dressed so nice.

The BAKER who makes chocolate chip cookies.

The TUTOR who helps with homework.

The COUNSELOR who gives guidance.

The CLEANING LADY who finds the bedroom floor.

The TOOTH FAIRY who rewards you for your pain.

The HEALER of your first broken heart.

The CHAUFFEUR for all social events.

The DISHWASHER who never complains.

The SELF-ESTEEM BUILDER for everyone.

The COOK who keeps the meals balanced.

The DREAM CATCHER who helps find dreams.

The KLEENEX that dries the tears.

The KEYthat unlocks the door to the future.

The JUDGE who makes decisions with wisdom.

The PARTY PLANNER who makes you popular.

The SINGER who taught childhood songs.

The LIGHT that guides through dark moments.

The EGO BUILDER, picking you up when you're down.

The DRUGGIST who knows the cure for your pain.

The PRAYING HANDS that guide spiritually.

The GUARDIAN ANGEL who keeps you safe.

The FRIEND who puts real meaning into "I Love You"!


And the paradise is under the feet of your mothers - Prophet Muhammad (saw)

[Khu$h!]

Beshak maa Allah kia tarf se aik aisa azeem tohfa hai jis ka naim ul badal is pori dunya main nahi mile ga .hum agar pori zindagi khuda ka shukar bhi ada karen to shayad kam par jay.
Allah Pak hum sab ki maoon ka saya hum sab pe hamesha rakhe (Ameen)

[MirzaKamran]

Originally Posted by Afsana

Beshak maa Allah kia tarf se aik aisa azeem tohfa hai jis ka naim ul badal is pori dunya main nahi mile ga .hum agar pori zindagi khuda ka shukar bhi ada karen to shayad kam par jay.
Allah Pak hum sab ki maoon ka saya hum sab pe hamesha rakhe (Ameen)

Ameen

[fairnas]

Originally Posted by mirzakamran

"muddat sa mari ma raat ko soe nahi tabish
ek bar kaha tha main na mujha dar lagta ha

verynice..............

[fairnas]

Originally Posted by mirzakamran

A Mother Is:

The DENTIST who uses a string.

The SUNSHINE on a cloudy day.

The STORY TELLER when you can't get to sleep.

The HAIR STYLIST on the night of the prom.

The DOCTOR who cures poison ivy.

The TEACHER who teaches about life.

The SEAMSTRESS who patches torn jeans.

The COMEDIAN who makes you laughs when you're down.

The CHEERLEADER at all sports activities.

The NURSE who bandages a scraped knee.

The ARTIST who teaches finger painting.

The LAUNDRY LADY who keeps you dressed so nice.

The BAKER who makes chocolate chip cookies.

The TUTOR who helps with homework.

The COUNSELOR who gives guidance.

The CLEANING LADY who finds the bedroom floor.

The TOOTH FAIRY who rewards you for your pain.

The HEALER of your first broken heart.

The CHAUFFEUR for all social events.

The DISHWASHER who never complains.

The SELF-ESTEEM BUILDER for everyone.

The COOK who keeps the meals balanced.

The DREAM CATCHER who helps find dreams.

The KLEENEX that dries the tears.

The KEYthat unlocks the door to the future.

The JUDGE who makes decisions with wisdom.

The PARTY PLANNER who makes you popular.

The SINGER who taught childhood songs.

The LIGHT that guides through dark moments.

The EGO BUILDER, picking you up when you're down.

The DRUGGIST who knows the cure for your pain.

The PRAYING HANDS that guide spiritually.

The GUARDIAN ANGEL who keeps you safe.

The FRIEND who puts real meaning into "I Love You"!


And the paradise is under the feet of your mothers - Prophet Muhammad (saw)

very nice mirza

keeep posting .........

[shahumers]

Originally Posted by mirzakamran

A Mother Is:

The DENTIST who uses a string.

The SUNSHINE on a cloudy day.

The STORY TELLER when you can't get to sleep.

The HAIR STYLIST on the night of the prom.

The DOCTOR who cures poison ivy.

The TEACHER who teaches about life.

The SEAMSTRESS who patches torn jeans.

The COMEDIAN who makes you laughs when you're down.

The CHEERLEADER at all sports activities.

The NURSE who bandages a scraped knee.

The ARTIST who teaches finger painting.

The LAUNDRY LADY who keeps you dressed so nice.

The BAKER who makes chocolate chip cookies.

The TUTOR who helps with homework.

The COUNSELOR who gives guidance.

The CLEANING LADY who finds the bedroom floor.

The TOOTH FAIRY who rewards you for your pain.

The HEALER of your first broken heart.

The CHAUFFEUR for all social events.

The DISHWASHER who never complains.

The SELF-ESTEEM BUILDER for everyone.

The COOK who keeps the meals balanced.

The DREAM CATCHER who helps find dreams.

The KLEENEX that dries the tears.

The KEYthat unlocks the door to the future.

The JUDGE who makes decisions with wisdom.

The PARTY PLANNER who makes you popular.

The SINGER who taught childhood songs.

The LIGHT that guides through dark moments.

The EGO BUILDER, picking you up when you're down.

The DRUGGIST who knows the cure for your pain.

The PRAYING HANDS that guide spiritually.

The GUARDIAN ANGEL who keeps you safe.

The FRIEND who puts real meaning into "I Love You"!


And the paradise is under the feet of your mothers - Prophet Muhammad (saw)

gr8 janaab..........

[Khu$h!]

Rab ne Maa ko ye azmat-e-kamal di
Is ki Dua pe aai har musibat taal di
Quran ne Maa ki is tarha missal di
Utha k Janat Maa k qadmon my dal di,

[Khu$h!]

meri maan.......
meri best friend
meri pehli muhabat
meri janat
meri shaksiyat ko nikharne wali
meri kamyaabiyon ki waja
meri muskrahut ka sbab
meri kul kainaat
aur wo buhat kuch jis ko bayaan kerne ke liye abhi tak alfaaz hi nahi bane.

[MirzaKamran]

Originally Posted by fairnas

verynice..............

thanks bhai

[MirzaKamran]

Originally Posted by fairnas

very nice mirza

keeep posting .........

thanks bhai ........

[fairnas]

MOTHER

M - For the MILLION things she gave me,
O - For she's growing OLD,
T - For the TEARS she shed to save me,
H - For her HEART of purest gold,
E - For her EYES, with love-light shining,
R - For she is always RIGHT and always be.

[umair_pak]

Originally Posted by fairnas

MOTHER

M - For the MILLION things she gave me,
O - For she's growing OLD,
T - For the TEARS she shed to save me,
H - For her HEART of purest gold,
E - For her EYES, with love-light shining,
R - For she is always RIGHT and always be.

goooood

[MirzaKamran]

Mothers are the place where love

Emerges from the earth,
And happiness rings out like bells
In honor of our birth.

Mothers are the sun that lights
For life our inner sky,
So we may know that we are loved
And need not question why.

Mothers are the moon that shines
Upon our black despair,
So even when we weep, we know
That someone's always there.

Whatever fear, or stress, or pain
Might them to anger move,
We know that underneath the storm
We have, always, their love.

[Khu$h!]

O human, ponder on your creation for a moment.
Of this fact you are unaware,
when you were an infant, with your fragile little body,
you would sleep cuddled against your Mother’s bosom.
How weak and thin her body was,
but still your Mother used to perform tasks for you.
For 2 years did she wean you with her milk,
from the hot and cold seasons did she protect you.
If she had forgotten to give you milk,
you would cry and take account of your Mother.
When you would cry, then she would cry alongside you.

She was lost in her intoxicating love for you.
She would sacrifice her rest and comforts for you.
She would remain awake herself to put you to sleep.
Just so she could keep a watch over you,
she would sleep on one side all night
Singing a lullaby of “Allah, Allah” whilst patting you gently,
she would fall asleep resting her hand on your waist.
She would awaken before you when you had
only just started to make a little noise,
and she would be up in a shot to quieten you down.
In case you may fall whilst turning sides,
she would place two pillows, to your right and left.
If due to coldness you would wet the bedding, and cry restlessly due to coldness,
then she would put you to sleep in her lap,
and lie you down on her warm bedding.

When you would fall ill during childhood,
then it wasn’t you that suffered, it was her.
Then you started speak that which you had learnt from you Mother,
then you started to walk and then run.
Until you hadn’t arrived home from school,
your Mothers restless heart never gained rest.
If after playing you would not return home,
her eyes would stay fixed on the gate.

Your Father toiled through hardships
and spent on you whilst selling his house.
He worked night and day to get you educated,
remained hungry himself to feed you.
Your Mother’s supplication was with you step by step.

Then you stepped into the life of youth.
You used to walk with your chest puffed up,
as if you was going to rip up this earth.
You felt very proud of your power,
you thought everyone else were ordinary birds
whilst you was a Royal Falcon.

You started to show the colours of youth against your Mother.
You began to hanker over a fairy looking woman,
who was white in complexion and had thick black hair.
That fairy looking woman then became your bride.
In your yearning for her you got lost so much that
you stopped enquiring about your Parents.
You started to eat at fancy restaurants,
and started to go shopping everyday.

What your Father had kept saved of his wealth,
you spent it all on pleasures and luxuries.
Today when they are not quick-witted and destitute,
and long for two rotis from you.
Whose share of meat you used to eat,
today you find it hard to feed them two rotis.

Your imaan started to weaken as such,
that you started to quarrel with them time after time.
And then one day your Mother said this much to you:
“O weak hearted! In this old age, do not turn away from us.
We have no-one besides you, apart from you we cannot rely on anybody”.
Then how you turned and said to your Mother:
“I do not have the strength anymore, quickly get out of my sight,
go outside and drop dead somewhere!!”

Of this sentence of yours they got worried,
all their dreams went aflame and turned to ashes.
This day brought upon them by their only child.
Their pleas went unheard, they fell at your feet and cried:
“Where are we going to go? Wherever we are going to go we’ll get knocked about.”

Your wife had such an influence on you,
that their pleas didn’t have any effect upon you.
In a state of grief and crying, they started to leave,
along with them the walls and doors of the house also started crying.
Upon listening to their pleas even the Arsh (of Allah) started to shake.
But still your hard-heart didn’t have mercy.
They cried to Allah and supplicated.
And it was Allah that granted them comfort.

The clouds of sorrow that were hanging, dispersed.
The few days that were remaining of their life, passed by.
They lived that quantity of life which was destined for them.
Your Father passed away and then your Mother also departed (from this world).
Even in their dying moments they remembered you..
They breathed the air of your love
and supplicated on your behalf whilst passing away.

The days of your life also passed by.
Now that the chapter of your youth has passed,
the reality of life dawned upon you.

So what happened now?

Now look at your own condition,
how much power of effect old age has on you.
You find in difficult to move around,
everyone is fed up of their service towards you.
Nobody is willing to sit beside you and share your sorrows.
Nobody addresses you with a straight face.

Your wife’s state is also like this,
not any better, but just like yours.
You are both paralysed, dependent and helpless,
you are unable to earn or eat yourselves.
Now that you cry of your fate,
you sit down and make garlands of tears.
Never did you think you would see such sour days,
you now reside in the apartment of servants.

Your children are not free from their businesses,
and they do not need you today.
Now you start to remember your Parents,
you start to see their faces in front of you.
You may cry in distress and lament all you want now,
your Father shall never raise and come back and nor will your Mother.

You start to cry now over your mistakes.
You start to yearn for death from Allah.
But death is incapable of itself.
How will you acquire peace when it is not within reach.
Life has yet to make you suffer,
it is to bring forth a new calamity everyday.

Why did you forget Allah’s commands?
Why did you hurt your Parents feelings?
Of who Allah says do not say a word of “uff” and stay respectful towards,
then why did you trouble them in old age?
Why did you forget the laws of Qur’an?
Now suffer in this world as recompense,
and then Allah shall throw you into the fire of hell.

Yes it is possible (that this may happen).
So seek forgiveness from Allah,
whilst lamenting, supplicate on their behalf..
Give alms in way of charity and pray some optional prayers,
and then bestow the reward upon your Parents.
For if they are pleased, then so shall Allah be pleased
Because their happiness is His happiness.


It is true, if you show love towards your Parents, fulfil their rights,
by serving your Parents and acquiring their supplications,
then he shall attain Jannah as a reward from Allah.
If you seek the mercy of your Lord O’ Sulaiman, (the poet is addressing himself)
then strive in their servitude by night and day.

O human, ponder on your creation for a moment.
Of this fact you are unaware.