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"
Tiny drops of water
Little grains of sands
Make the mighty Oceans
And the pleasant Lands
And the passing moments
Humble though they be
Make the mighty ages of Eternity
The price of success is hard work, dedication to the job at hand, and the determination that whether we win or lose, we have applied the best of ourselves to the task at hand.
