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[color=indigo]LOL, I found these two short video clips to be very funny n helpful rofl
.are weddings expensive??? this bro's ..got a lil piece of advice
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rH2nNt1s5pk
online Matrimonials......hmmm think again!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hgRFVDc7z48&mode=related&search= [/color]
' Nay, verily! With me is my Lord, He will guide me ' {2662}
tum chupa na sakogii main voh raaz huun
tum bhula na sakogii voh andaaz huun
guunjtaa huun jo dil men to hairaan ho kyon
main tumhaare hii dil kii to aawaaz huun
sun sako to suno dhaRkanon kii zubaan
main yahaan huun yahaan huun yahaan huun yahaan
I'm the secret that you can't hide;
I'm the impulse that you can't forget.
When I echo in your heart, why are you surprised?
I'm your heart's very voice.
If you can hear it, then listen to the language of your heartbeat.
I'm here, I'm here, I'm here, here.
veer zaara has some sick lyrics innit.
Ya ALLAH Madad.
Haq Chaar Yaar
If they are sick why post them?
Sick is good. Apparently.
lol bloody english people eh! :twisted:
Med a bollywood fan?
now that is sick
BTW i burned a CD the other day for my car with the song "agar tum mil jayo"
its a top remix-and it reminds me of u
who? me?
that song reminds of me?
Ya ALLAH Madad.
Haq Chaar Yaar
yeh u posted the lyrics up once remember
i remember teasing u about it-but i gotta admit its a top song
i often play it in my car-even my sis likes it
yeh - I remember. Kinda surprised you do aswell.
and yr right - it [b]is[/b] a top song. the best IMHO.
Ya ALLAH Madad.
Haq Chaar Yaar
This is a tale of an average man,
Who acts contrary to Allah's plan,
If you are reflected herein,
Then repent, and commit no sin.
It was early in the morning at four
When death knocked upon a bedroom door
"Who is there?" the sleeping one cried
I'm Izrael let me inside
At once, the man began to shiver
As one sweating in deadly fever
He shouted to his wife
"Don't let him take away my life."
"Please go away, O Angel of Death
I'm not ready yet
My family, on me depend
Give me a chance, to go back and mend .
The angel knocked again and again
"Friend, I'll take your life without any pain
It's your soul that Allah requires
I come not with my own desires.
Bewildered, the man began to cry
"O Angel, I'm so afraid to die
I'll give you gold and be your slave
Don't send me to the unlit grave.
"Let me in O friend", the angel said
"Open the door, get up from your bed
If you do not allow me in
I will walk through it like a Jinn.
The man held a gun in his right hand
Ready to defy the Angel's stand
"I'll point my gun towards your head
You dare come in - I'll shoot you dead.
By now, the Angel was in the room
Saying, "O friend - prepare for your doom
Foolish man - Angels never die
Put down your gun and do not sigh."
"Why are you afraid - Tell me O man
To die according to Allah's plan?
Come - smile at me, do not be grim
Be happy to return to him."
"O Angel, I bow my head in shame
I had no time to remember Allah's name
From dawn 'til dusk, I made my wealth
Not even caring for my spiritual health."
"Allah's commands I never obeyed,
Nor five times a day I ever prayed,
A Ramadhaan came and a Ramadhaan went,
But no time had I to repent."
"The Hajj was already obligatory upon me
But I would not part with my money
All charities I did ignore
Taking usury more and more."
"Sometimes I sipped my favorite wine,
With flirting women I sat to dine.
O angel I appeal to you,
Spare my life for a year or two."
"The laws of the Qur'aan, I will obey
I'll begin Salaat - this very day.
My Fast and Hajj I will complete
And keep away from self-conceit."
"I will refrain from usury
And give all my wealth to charity
Wine and unlawful women , I will detest
Allah's oneness I will attest."
We Angels do what Allah demands
We cannot go against his commands
Death is ordained for everyone
Father, mother, daughter and son."
"I'm afraid, this moment is your last
Now be reminded of your past.
I do understand your fears
But it is now too late for tears."
"You lived in this world, two score or more
Never did you, your people adore
Your parents you did not obey
Hungry beggars, you turned away."
"Your two ill-gotten, female offspring
In nightclubs, for livelihood they sing.
Instead of making more Muslims
You made your children non-Muslims."
"You ignored the muadhin's Adhan (call to prayer)
Nor did you read the holy Quraan.
Breaking promises all you life
Backbiting friends and causing strife."
"From hoarded goods, great profits you made
And your poor workers - you underpaid.
Horses and cards were your leisure
Money-making was your pleasure."
"You ate vitamins and grew more fat
With the very sick - you never sat.
A pint of blood, you never gave
which could a little baby save."
"O human, you have done enough wrong
You bought good properties for a song.
When the farmers appealed to you
You did not have mercy, this is true."
"Paradise for you? I cannot tell
Undoubtedly you will dwell in hell.
There is no time for you to repent
I'll take your soul for which I am sent."
The ending however is very sad
Eventually, the man became mad
With a cry, he jumped out of bed
And suddenly, he fell down dead.
O! Reader take a moral from here
Never know, your end may be near.
Change your living and make amends
For heaven, on your deeds depend.
Islam is the Key to paradise but without practice it won't open the gates.
True, that is one bollywood song that is actually very nice! My bro is into bollywood songs :?
Before when I used to listen to songs, I never listened to bollywood coz I always thought it was lame but old songs do have a purpose to them and most are clean but then again never been a fan of old songs, loved hip hop and r&b though.
One day, a guy is walking down the street when he notices a little old lady just sitting on her porch in her rocking chair with a big smile on her face like everything is all right, life is good. A week passes by, and he has seen this old lady in her rocking chair every day, just smiling away. Finally, he brings up the nerve to go and talk to her.
He asks her"I've seen you every day for a week, just sitting here in you rocking chair, happy as can be, with not a care in the world. Please tell me...What's your secret?"
All the while with that smile on her face, she says "No problem, sonny. I'll tell ya my secret. I eat nothing but junk food every day, I smoke 3 packs of cigarettes, and drink a bottle of Jack Daniel's whiskey every day."
The guy is astonished and says "Wow!! I can't believe it!! You do that every day?"
She replies "Yes, sir"
He asks "How old are you?"
She says "I'm 24".
lol thats funny
The Lover is ever drunk with love;
He is free, he is mad,
He dances with ecstasy and delight.
Caught by our own thoughts,
We worry about every little thing,
But once we get drunk on that love,
Whatever will be, will be.
ɐɥɐɥ
Q. How can you tell when a Pakistani is lying?
A. His lips are moving.
Q. What do you have when a Pakistani is buried up to his neck in sand?
A. Not enough sand.
Q. Did you Hear about the terrorist that hijacked a 747 full of Pakistanis?
A. He threatened to release one every hour if his demands weren't met.
Q. You're locked in a room with Saddam Hussain, Adolf Hitler, and a Pakistani. You have a gun with three bullets. What do you do?
A. Shoot the Pakistani thrice to make sure he's dead.
The Lover is ever drunk with love;
He is free, he is mad,
He dances with ecstasy and delight.
Caught by our own thoughts,
We worry about every little thing,
But once we get drunk on that love,
Whatever will be, will be.
ɐɥɐɥ
That last one's a bit disconcerting.
which means?
The Lover is ever drunk with love;
He is free, he is mad,
He dances with ecstasy and delight.
Caught by our own thoughts,
We worry about every little thing,
But once we get drunk on that love,
Whatever will be, will be.
ɐɥɐɥ
www.dictionary.com
just like me
i also am more into hip hop and r&b-never was into bollywood cos thats just gay
but i am fond of the classics such as "churalia" by bally sagoo etc
Theyre more like Irish man's jokes sounds funnier when you put 'Irish' man in the joke.
Islam is the Key to paradise but without practice it won't open the gates.
Chehra chupaa liya hai, kaash aankh bhi chupaa liya karti,
Muhabbat aksar aankh ke rastey dil mein uttar aati hai.
Having veiled the face, you should have concealed your eyes too,
Love often enters into the heart through the eyes.
Ya ALLAH Madad.
Haq Chaar Yaar
Our Fair Share
One day after Jummah, three men who worked inside the Masjid were counting collections taken after Jummah for the week. Their Imam had gone away to Hajj so they didn’t know exactly how to divide the money. They were trying to come up with an equitable way to divide the money between God and themselves.
The first man who was very pious was first to speak: "I know what! I'll draw a line down the middle of the Masjid, toss the money up in the air, and whatever falls on the right side of the line is for the cause of Allah (SWA) and whatever falls on the left side is for us".
The second man cried, "No! No! No! I'll draw a circle in the middle of the Masjid, toss the money up in the air, and whatever falls inside the circle is for the cause of Allah and whatever falls outside the circle is for us".
The third man who was very miserly then asked the two other men to accompany him outside. There he offered this suggestion: "What I would do with the money is this: Toss it up in the air, and whatever the angels catch is for the cause of Allah and whatever falls to the ground is ours".
Character is like a tree and reputation like its shadow. The shadow is what we think of it; the tree is the real thing.
Z= You're always fighting with someone
A= You can be very quiet when you have something on your mind.
R=You are a social butterfly.
A= You can be very quiet when you have something on your mind.
Character is like a tree and reputation like its shadow. The shadow is what we think of it; the tree is the real thing.
Blessed is your face
Blessed is your name
My beloved
Blessed is your smile
Which makes my soul want to fly
My beloved
All the nights
And all the times
That you cared for me
But I never realised it
And now it’s too late
Forgive me
Now I’m alone filled with so much shame
For all the years I caused you pain
If only I could sleep in your arms again
Mother I’m lost without you
You were the sun that brightened my day
Now who’s going to wipe my tears away
If only I knew what I know today
Mother I’m lost without you
Turkish:
Ben derdimi kime söyleyeyim
Sensiz ana
Senin kadrini hic bilemedim ben
Aziz ana
Resul buyurdu;
Cennet analarin ayaklari altinda
Senin hayalin aklimda,
ruhumda, ruyalarimda
Sen gittiginde canim gitti,
Ayrilik bir yaman dertti,
Dunya bana cefa etti,
Benim aziz anam
Aglarim ben bulut gibi,
Dilimdesin sarki gibi,
Gunahlarim derin derin
Hakkini helal et ana
To whom will I tell my sorrow
in your absence, mother?
I didn’t know your real value, my beloved mother
The Messenger (pbuh) said
“Paradise is under the mothers’ feet”
Your image is in my heart, my soul, and my dreams
When you left, my soul left
Our separation was painful
The world gave me pain
and sorrow my beloved mother
I cry like a cloud
You are like a song on my tongue
I’ve wronged you countless times
Forgive me mother
Character is like a tree and reputation like its shadow. The shadow is what we think of it; the tree is the real thing.
[b]If You Have Lost Hope
Then We Say To You...[/b]
by Shaykh Abū Muhammad Al-Maqdisī
Dear Brother, verily, we have not corrupted our thoughts
Regarding the Promise of the Deity, Mighty and Strong,
And shackles have not increased us, except in patience
And prisons have not increased us, except in certainty,
Nor have tortures against our Brethren
Nor the killing of the preachers, even if hundreds of them, increased us,
Other than raising the flag of our Īmān
And clearly manifesting the Tawhīd of Truth, of Religion,
We will water your seedling, with our Tawhīd
By the cutting of our veins, and the sacrificing of our blood,
We will lift your banner, with our Islām
By sacrificing our most important men, and a mighty patience,
So that it dominates, in defiance of the Tawāghīt
And that it rises and spreads throughout the Worlds,
Never will we bend away from the Jihād against the Tawāghīt
Nor will we ever deviate from the Trustworthy Path,
As long as the Clear Light of the Deity
Dominates the hearts of the Believers,
Never will we abandon the Truth, no matter what we face
Never will we become weak, never will we submit,
Never will we stray away from the Path of Confrontation
Never will we be harmed by the abandoning traitors,
We will continue on this path, regardless of the wounds
Regardless of the blood, regardless of the long-suffering,
We have an example in the men who have traversed
Upon the Path, walking upon it, they were loftier than the heights,
So here is Bilāl, marching to the Gardens
Never did he waver fearing the pagans,
And there is Suhayb, the Brother of the Muttaqīn
Selling his life for the profit of the Religion,
And Mus’ab, abandoning a life of comforts
Refusing to share a shadow with the luxurious,
Living to give victory to a Great Religion
Passing on as a martyr amongst the eternal,
Hundreds of thousands of the True Faithful
They fulfilled in perseverance, they marched on in certainty,
A party of them have fulfilled, and a party remains continuing
They have not altered, Nay! They remain determined and firm,
And we are in their steps continuing, marching
With the Help of the Deity, to assist a Religion,
What this Path is, is the Path of the defiant
And these are the milestones of a Mighty Religion,
Thus, one who truly yearns to enter into the Gardens
And covets to embraced by the Heavenly Virgin Maidens,
Certainly, the responsibilities of the Path…
Certainly, the payment of an expensive dowry…
Ya ALLAH Madad.
Haq Chaar Yaar
Har Ghadi Badal Raha Hai Roop Zindagi
Chaav Hai Kahhi Hai Dhoop Zidnagi
Har Pal Yahan
Jee Bhar Jiyo Jo Hai Sama
Kal Ho Na Ho
Who is the cat of the Forum? MEZ!
Your damn right!
Despair Not O My Brothers!
Shaykh Marwān Hadīd
rahimahullah
[b]Despair not, O my Brothers,[/b]
I am a Shahīd (witness, martyr) being tested,
Our lives have an appointed time,
But our meeting is in the Gardens,
Oh! What Joy I have with this death of mine!
Today I end my Ghurbah (the state of being a Stranger; separation from Home)!
So we meet our King, and Muhammad, and the Companions,
And my tranquility when I stand in the midst,
On the Day of Uproar, is with my courage,
To give victory to my Faith, and when my blood is spilling,
Is a glad tiding of the approaching of a Shahādah,
Remembering my Beloved Companions is my consolation,
When I am secluded, and I remember I will soon unveil my Brides (the Maidens of the Gardens),
The heart is always thankful, and patient in adversity,
And if I am struck down, then here is my blood,
On the Day of Resurrection it is my Āyah (proof),
The smell from it is fragrant,
The colour is the colour of the Rose,
Here is the blood of the stab,
It is my sweet basil, it is my happiness,
Oh what Joy for me! How delightful is this!
By the Lord of the Ka’bah: We have triumphed
Ya ALLAH Madad.
Haq Chaar Yaar
“The Maidens of Paradise call out, out of joy of marrying a Shahīd,
And the Maidens refuse to marry the inactive,
And Gardens of Eden that no one attains their vastness,
Except a Shahīd whose praiseworthy venture was appealing…”
[From the poem, Wā Farhatā Zuff Ash-Shahīd]
Ya ALLAH Madad.
Haq Chaar Yaar
[b]To My Precious Mother[/b]
[i]Ah! My mother, weep not for your son
For to the Divine Promise and Gardens, I have gone,
To the One Who can pardon my sins
And that which these two hands have transgressed in,
And I have left the amusements of the Lowly World
For a people who find in it their aspirations and goals,
And for the Pleasure of my Lord, I have given my soul
When He called me, I answered the Call,
Cry not, O Mother, for a son
Who went forth towards the sharp spears,
Seeking death in honour and pride
Refusing to live in humiliation,
I have left my blood, Precious Mother, behind me
Showing the path to the Gardens,
And here are my scattered limbs, narrating
To those who yearn, that this is the dowry (Mahr) for the Beautiful Maidens,
But the Dīn of Allāh, I testify, is more precious
To me than this life, in which all are bound to perish,
Precious Mother, I am wearing a crown
And dwelling in Castles, amongst the Choirs,
With a Virgin who hums to me melodies
Giving me drink from the tips of her fingers,
Because I fought, I have been embraced by her breasts
And her heart which is full of affection,
And verily I hope for a Day
When for you I can intercede,
So patience, in the Path of Allāh, patience
Because O Precious Mother, the Lowly World is a few seconds.[/i]
Ya ALLAH Madad.
Haq Chaar Yaar
George W. Bush's Intelligence Quiz
Puzzled President
Cheney gets a call from his "boss", W.
"I've got a problem," says W.
"What's the matter?" asks Cheney.
"Well, you told me to keep busy in the Oval Office, so, I got a jigsaw puzzle, but it's too hard. None of the pieces fit together and I can't find any edges."
"What's it a picture of?" asks Cheney.
"A big rooster," replies W.
"All right," sighs Cheney, "I'll come over and have a look."
So he leaves his office and heads over to the Oval Office. W points at the jigsaw on his desk.
Cheney looks at the desk and then turns to W and says, "For crying out loud, Georgie - put the corn flakes back in the box."
Back in BLACK
The Revival forum's newest member is the author of this lovely poem!
"ThiS WoRlD Iz A PrIsOn 4 A BeLiVeR AnD PaRaDiSe 4 A NoN-BeLiVeR.........."
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