aik hathi nay chand chuntiyon ko chaltay chaltay kuchal k mar dya ghalti say.ab chyuntion n us hathi say badla lyne ka plan bnaya.plan.jab hathi ither say guzray ga to us ko tree k uper say jump laga k mar day gay."sab chyuntiyan tree p char hi rahi the k hathi uther say guzarnay laga.1 kamzor si chunti charhatay hue us p pehlay hi gir gaye.peechay say us ki sathi chuntion nay awaz lagaye."PHEY DAY SU PHAY DAY SU
Her Insan Ki Alag Pechan Hoti Ha.Magr Hamary SMS Ke Alag Shan Hoti Hai.
Har Kisi Ko Hum Nahi
Ker Te SMS.
Magar Jis Ko Karen SMS Us Me Hamari Jaan Hoti Hai....
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
idhr udhr ki sims istamal krenge to signal to katenge hi.agr ap is kefiat se bachna chahte hain to aap lain "NAMAZ"ki sim
Kiun k namaz deti ha apko rab se ghanton free baat ke 5 mawaqe rozana
or free sms wo b fori dilivery k saath
sirf yahi nahin raat 12 se subha 4 tk sb kuch manwaiay apne rab se..,.
"NAMAZ"...
"SUB KEH DO"
Ye offer saari zindagi k liye hai,
ALLHA HAFIZ... ;->
