#mujhse pehli si mohabbat

[hum-suffer]

Been listening to Mujhse pehli si mohabbat mere mehboob na maang on loop for almost an hour.

Peace

[aashufta-sar]

It's always "you're pretty you've beautiful eyes" and never "Teri soorat se hai aalam mein baharon ko sabaat teri aankhon ke siwa duniya mein rakha kya hai"

[theserenityinviolence]

At "maine sumjha tha ke tu hai toh darkshan hai hayaat" and "tera gham toh gham-e-dahar ka jhagda kya hai?" Dreading getting to the "aur bhi dukh hai zamaane mein mohabbat ke siva" and "Rahatein aur bhi hai, vasl ki raahat ke siva". :/ sigh

[g0j0s]

terī sūrat se hai aalam meñ bahāroñ ko sabāt. terī āñkhoñ ke sivā duniyā meñ rakkhā kyā hai

— mujhse pehli si mohabbat, by faiz ahmad faiz

[deep-feelings-blog]

“In English they say:

“you deserve better”

But in urdu we can say;

“Mujhse pehli si mohabbat

mere mehboob na maang.”

[minoracts]

“Dil-e-bufro-khatm, jaan-e-khareedun” (“I have sold my heart and bought a soul”)—Nizami (~12th century)

This is the epigraph to Faiz’s “Mujhse pehli si Mohabbat…”

[0midtownpoetic0]

Stop crying over crushes not liking you as you do

Stop crying on exs that why they left

"jamane me or bhi gum hai mohabbat ke siva"

Listen to this melody from 60s I guess you will know love is a temporary thing but tu meri jaan

You are the one who is permanent for yourself

[ehsan-tera-hoga-mujhpe]

There is nothing I want more than attention, so thank you @kajra-mohabbat-wala for tagging me in the 17 questions thing. It was a long post So I just decided to do this here.

Nickname: Hana, irls call me dhaniya. Do not ask.

Sign: Aries. I don't Believe in astrology.

Height: 5'5"

Last thing I googled: neet counselling 2022

Song stuck in my head: yun hi, mohit chauhan

No. Of followers: 270 smth.

Amount of sleep: 7 hours is what I get, eternal is what I want.

Lucky number: Numbers aren't lucky. They are tools.

Dream Job: Neurosurgeon

Currently wearing: Salwar Kameez, violet/lavender contrast with little flower pattern.

Books/Movies that summarize me: Stephen Strange as a character, Book? Idk, I havent had a satisfying read in ages. But Sci-Fi is preferred. Gore, complex themes, tragedies

Favourite song: Mujhse pehli si mohabbat

Favourite instrumentals: havent listened to much. But I like the sound of a violin.

Aesthetic: desi dark academia/medical academia

Favourite Author: Fyodor Dostoevsky

Favourite animal sound: what am I supposed to say to that, I feel nothing about animal sounds

Tagging: @twelve-kinds-of-trouble @torydarixs @iambecomeyourvillain @max-julyfield @wafflesandschemingfaces and anyone who wants.

[razia-thinks]

Mujhse Pehli Si Mohabbat | Pratibha Singh Baghel | Paras Nath | Budapest...

[the-healing-words]

In English we say, "You deserve better."

But in Urdu Faiz Ahmed Faiz said, "Mujhse pehli si mohabbat mere mehboob na maang."

[annoonymous]

mujhse pehli si mohabbat mere mehboob na mang.

[arshiradio]

Because this song and this ff 💔💔💔

Arshi FF : Pandora’s Box

Author : Munchy

Status : Completed and available on Munchy’s blog

Genre : Romance, Angst, Tragedy

“Keep reading” for my two cents on the story. Minor spoilers ahead. Warnings at the end of the review.

My first serious caution for this story, this isn’t for the faint of heart. If you like your Arnav and Khushi wrapped up in the comfort and warmth of love, away from any and all kinds of hurt and especially morally grey situations, you should probably skip this one. But if you’re a fan of ethereal writing, imperfect characters and a tear jerking angst fest with a side of passionate Arshi, dive right in.

The story’s tagline is ‘That life is a circle is a myth. It spirals’. And that’s exactly one feels reading the story.

Munchy’s story begins in the 1940s, with British ruled India at the brink of partition. While ASR here is Arnav Singh Raizada, KKG is Khushi Kauser Ghilani, two neighbors about to be swept in a whirlwind. The author paints a stunning visual of Punjab and you will find yourself literally back in time with her words. Arnav is back to his ancestral home after his upbringing in English schools and high society of delhi, while Khushi Ghilani had enjoyed a free reign over all the love Arnav’s family could bestow on their lovely neighbor in their small part of the town.

An unfortunate first meet in a Mango Orchard turns our protagonists sour (of course Arnav and Khushi will fight. Duh uh), but they soon find themselves in the web of undeniable attraction towards each other. And right when they’re dealing with minor issues like the first wave of teenage love and heartbreak, the country goes through one of its darkest periods and their lives are turned upside down overnight.

Pointed out to me once in a discussion and I wholeheartedly agree, one of the things that caught me off guard about this fanfic was the portrayal of impact of partition on day to day life of children. You see the worsening environment from their eyes, when suddenly the families and friends they grew up with are now considered enemies. When they can’t be as carefree as they would have loved with their doting neighbours; because now their different faith comes first. Those chapters had me in a chokehold and I’ve read through them with eyes full of tears. The whole story feels like a ticking time bomb when it begins, and it blows up right in your face. Social practices prevalent at that time will also make you want to puke your insides out.

And over the base of all this anguish and tragedy, Arnav and Khushi are looking to build a life together. It hurts every step of the way, so when the small moments of happiness come along you will soak it all up as a reader.

But fair warning, this is Munchy writing angst. And it will make itself known! Every story that I’ve read from her leaves my heart longing for something more, anger at having fate play a cruel role, and almost clawing my brain out, wishing I can get into those pages and fix the whole world for my beloved pair. But as always, life and Munchy’s stories aren’t fair. They’re however emotional, beautiful and extraordinary!

Warnings- Cheating, Violence, Underage Sex

-I

[theserenityinviolence]

teri ankhon ke siva duniya mein, rakkha kya hai?

[aap-kaisi-ladhki-hain-kammo-ji]

मैं ने समझा था कि तू है तो दरख़्शाँ है हयात

तेरा ग़म है तो ग़म-ए-दहर का झगड़ा क्या है

तेरी सूरत से है आलम में बहारों को सबात

तेरी आँखों के सिवा दुनिया में रक्खा क्या है

तू जो मिल जाए तो तक़दीर निगूँ हो जाए

यूँ न था मैं ने फ़क़त चाहा था यूँ हो जाए

और भी दुख हैं ज़माने में मोहब्बत के सिवा

राहतें और भी हैं वस्ल की राहत के सिवा

- Faiz

[distractionneeded]

Mujhse Pehli Si Mohabbat...

مجھ سے پہلی سی محبّت مرے محبوب نہ مانگ

mujhse pehli si mohabbat mere mehboob na maang

میں نے سمجھا تھا کہ تُو ہے تو درخشاں ہے حیات

maine samjha tha ki tu hai to daraḳhshan hai hayat

تیرا غم ہے تو غمِ دہر کا جھگڑا کِیا ہے

tera ġham hai to ġham-e-dahr ka jhagra kya hai

تیری صورت سے ہے عالم میں بہاروں کو ثبات

teri surat se hai aalam men baharon ko sabat 

تیری آنکھوں کے سوا دنیا میں رکھا کیا ہے

teri ankhon ke siva duniya men rakkha kya hai

تو جو مل جائے تو تقدیر نگوں ہو جائے

tu jo mil jaaye to taqdir nigun ho jaaye

یوں نہ تھا، میں نے فقط چاہا تھا یوں ہو جائے

yun na tha maine faqat chaha tha yun ho jaaye....

[postcardswithoutanaddress]

when Faiz Ahmed Faiz wrote - " donoñ jahān terī mohabbat meñ haar ke

vo jā rahā hai koī shab-e-ġham guzār ke " and when he said - " nahin nigah main manzil to justju hi sahi ; nahin visal mayasar to aarzu hi sahi " and the time when he said - " mujhse pehli si mohabbat mere mehboob na mang "

- postcardswithoutanaddress