Aren''t U Glad That

Aren''t U Glad That
Aren''t U Glad That
GOD''s Hotline Doen''t Have A Recording
Tht Says
"The Number U Dialed Is Temporarily Unavailable
Plz Try Ur Call Letter"
U Can Call On Him Anytime . . .
  

Jun, 19 2010     178 chars (2 sms)     2939 views       Decent

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.Keep
.Me
.As
.A FrieNd
.I Will
.Keep
.u
.iN
.My
.HearT
.LocK
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.up
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.AwaY
.The
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.So
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.No
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.CaN
.TaKe
.u
.AwaY
.FroM
.mE :->
Teri Hansti Hui Zindagi Ki Raho''n Main

Hazaron Phool Lutati Hui Bahar Aaye

Chalo Tou Sitare Nisar on Tum Per

Hanso Tou Phoolo''n Ko Bhi Tum Pe Pyaar Aaye
D Child In A Hurry Askd Sftly:
Oh GOD, If Im Abt 2
Leave Nw Plz Tel Me
My Angel''s Name

GOD Rplied:
Ur Angel''s Name Is Of
No Importance
U''ll Simply Call Her
MOTHER ...
Books Me Likha He Phool Todna Mana He
Bago Me Likha He Phool Todna Mana He
Par 1 Cheez....Koi Nahi Kehta




K Dil Todna Mana Hai...
In the end,
only 3 things matter the most:
How fully u lived,
how deeply u loved
&
how well u learned to let go of things not meant for u!
I could fill a thousand pages, telling you how i felt, and you still would not understand. So now I leave, without a sound, except that of my heart shattering as it hits the ground
I Asked :
My Heart Is So Small,
How Can YOU Such
Great Sorrows In It ... ??

GOD Replied:
Your Eyes Are Even
Smaller, Yet They
Behold The World .. :)
The Fact ... !!!



The Public Have An
Insatiable Curiosity


To Know Everything


Expect


What Is Worth
Knowing ... ;->
sometimes ALLAH upsets ur plans to set up his own plans..
ALLAH''s plans r perfect.
So never get upset wen ur plans get upset

Have faith in ALLAH
A Carin Fren Doesn''t Call & Speak;

He Makes It Wit A $Imple Sms!

Bcz Sms Is Not Wat The Mouth Speaks;

Its Wat D Heart Really Feels.! ('';'')

Sumtymz We Think Of
Why Frendz Keep
4wrding Msgs To Us
Widout Speaking Words ?
The Reason Is Dat,
Daily They Have
Nothing To Say
But
Still Want To
Keep In Touch ... (:
We Have No Right To Ask When A Sorrow Comes. . . ''Why Did This Happen To Me. . . ?'' Unless
We Ask The Same Question For Every Joy That Comes Our Way. . .