born and die

born and die
You r loved when you are born.you will be loved when you die. In between you have to manage
  

Nov, 05 2013     91 chars (1 sms)     4952 views       Decent

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If I Had
One Last Wish
Before I Die ...

My Last Wish
Would Be That ,
You Will Never Cry ...
I wonder what would happen if we treat our Quran like we treat our phones.
What if we carry it around in our purses or pockets?
What if we turn back to o get it if we forget it?
What if we flip through it several times a day?
What if we use it to receive messages from the text?
What if we give it to kids as gifts?
What if we use it as we travel?
Rich people travel in cars
poor people travel in carts
but people like u
always travel in hearts
How much can sum1 care?

A man suffring frm brain tumor died.

His wife opned his cupboard

n found sum tablets wid a letter

"take them dear.

U catch cold easily when u cry."
"I Cried Bcoz I Had No Shoes,

Till...

I Saw A Man With No Feet!"

Life Is Full Of Blessings

Sometimes We''re

Jst Too Blind To See Them
We always feel bad
&
think that good things
happen only to others

But

we forget that we
are others for someone else.....
NiKal KeR Dil Se Tere Waste Sada Aai

Uthay Haath Tou Yaad Ek Dua Aai

K Teri Umar Ko Dunya Ki Umar Lag Jaye

Waqt Saal Giany Aur Gin Gin K Thak Jaye
Talk 2 me wen I’m Bored, B with me wen i’m Sad, Hug me wen i Cry, Care 4 me wen i’m Sick, Don’t ever cry 4 me wen I die! Just treasure me wen I’m ALIVE.
"Some times i send u sms of GoOd nIgHt at the end of the day....
It doesn't mean that i always remeber u or u are my last thinking of the day
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But
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It means....
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K sms pkg ka last day hota hai aur sms boht zyada tadaad mein hoty hein isliye aap pe ahsaan kar leta hoon"
Think Different
A boy was going with his Girlfriend,
a friend asked:Who is she ?
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Boy:My cousin.
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Friend smiled & said:Last year she was my cousin.
Books says “Read Me”,
Money says “Earn Me”
Time says “Plan Me”,
Flowers says “Love Me”,
My SMS says “Just Remember Me”
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. . .