People thinks
war is a Competition
Between
Weapons, People,
Forces or Nation,
But its a Battle of
PRAYERS before ALLAH
between Our Mothers
and
Thier Mothers.
The Question is,
Whose SON will come
back with
Flag in his Hands
and whose SON come
back with
FLAG Cover his Body.
I was told at my Birth that
I dont Belong to my Parents..
My Destiny, My Dreams
Belong Only
to
PAKISTAN.
"Lets Unite in the WAR AGAINST INDIA"
"PAKISTAN ZINDABAD"
I do not wish to treat friendships daintily, but with the roughest courage. When they are real, they are not glass threads or frost-work, but the solidest thing we know.
GOD HASNT PROMISED ;
SKIES ALWAYS BLUE.
SUN WIDOUT RAIN
JOY WIDOUT SORROW,
PEACE WIDOUT PAIN
BUT GOD HAS PROMISED;
STRENGTH FOR D DAY;
REST FOR THE LABOUR;
LIGHT FOR D DAY,
GRACE FOR THE TRAILS,
HELP FROM ABOVE,
UNFAILING SYMPATHY,
UNDYING LOVE......
