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Walida Marhooma Ki Yaad Mein (Bang-e-Dra-139)

Jab Tere Daman Mein Palti Thi Woh Jaan-e-Natwan Baat Se Achi Tarah Mehram Na Thi Jis Ki Zuban

When that helpless life was nurtured in your lap, Whose tongue was not properly familiar with words.

Aur Ab Charche Hain Jis Ki Shoukhi-e-Guftar Ke Be-Baha Moti Hain Jis Ki Chashm-e-Gohar Baar Ke

And now he is famous for the charm of his speech; His eyes, which shed jewels, are priceless pearls.

Ilm Ki Sanjeeda Guftari, Barhape Ka Shaur Dunyavi Izaz Ki Shoukat, Jawani Ka Gharoor

The serious discourse of wisdom, the awareness of old‐age, The grandeur of worldly honours, the pride of youth—

Zindagi Ki Auj-Gahon Se Uter Ate Hain Hum Sohbat-e-Madir Mein Tifl-e-Sada Reh Jate Hain Hum

We come down from the pinnacles of life’s towers And in the company of our mother remain a simple child.

Be Takaluf Khandazan Hain, Fikr Se Azad Hain Phir Ussi Khoye Huwe Firdous Mein Abad Hain

We observe no formality, we laugh, we are free from care: Once more we abide in this paradise which we had lost.

Kis Ko Ab Ho Ga Watan Mein Aah! Mera Intizar Kon Mera Khat Na Ane Se Rahe Ga Be-Qarar

Now, who will wait for me, alas!, in my homeland? Who will be anxious when my letter does not arrive?

Khak-e-Marqad Par Teri Le Kar Ye Faryad Aun Ga Ab Duaye Neem Shab Mein Kis Ko Main Yaad Aun Ga!

I shall come to the dust of your grave, bringing this lament: Now who will remember me in midnight prayers?

Tarbiat Se Teri Main Anjum Ka Hum-Qismat Huwa Ghar Mere Ajdad Ka Sarmaya-e-Izzat Huwa

Because you brought me up, I shared the fate of the stars; The house of my forefathers was accorded honour.

Daftar-e-Hasti Mein Thi Zareen Waraq Teri Hayat Thi Sarapa Deen-o-Dunya Ka Sabaq Teri Hayat

In the scroll of existence your life was a golden page. Your life was from beginning to end a lesson in faith and the world.

Umer Bhar Teri Mohabbat Meri Khidmat Rahi Main Teri Khidmat Ke Qabil Jab Huwa Tu Chal Basi

Throughout my life, your love was my servant, And when I was able to serve you, you departed this world.

(Bang-e-Dra-139) Walida Marhooma Ki Yaad Mein

والدہ مرحومہ کی یاد میں

جب ترے دامن میں پلتی تھی وہ جانِ ناتواں بات سے اچھی طرح محرم نہ تھی جس کی زباں معانی: جانِ ناتواں : کمزور، نومولود جان ۔ محرم: واقف، جاننے والی ۔ مطلب: بے شک مجھے وہ وقت یاد آ رہا ہے جب میرا کمزور جسم تیرے سایہ عاطفت میں پرورش پا رہا تھا اور میں نے ابھی اچھی طرح بولنا نہیں سیکھا تھا ۔

اور اب چرچے ہیں جس کی شوخیِ گفتار کے بے بہا موتی ہیں جس کی چشمِ گوہر بار کے معانی: شوخیِ گفتار: یعنی دل کش شاعری ۔ بے بہا: بہت قیمتی ۔ چشمِ گوہر بار: موتی برسانے والی آنکھ ۔ مطلب: جب کہ آج ہر جگہ میری شوخی گفتار یعنی شاعری کے چرچے ہو رہے ہیں اور میری آنکھوں سے بہنے والے آنسو موتی تصور کیے جاتے ہیں ۔

علم کی سنجیدہ گفتاری، بڑھاپے کا شعور دنیوی اعزاز کی شوکت، جوانی کا غرور معانی: سنجیدہ گفتاری: بات چیت میں احتیاط کا اور بڑوں کا سا طریقہ ۔ بڑھاپے کا شعور: بوڑھے ہونےکا احساس ۔ دنیوی اعزاز: دنیا کی عزت ۔ شوکت: شان، دبدبہ ۔ غرور: فخر، گھمنڈ ۔ مطلب: علم کے حصول اور اس کے بعد سنجیدگی سے گفتگو کرنے کا عمل، اپنی ضعیفی اور عمر کے باعث حاصل ہونے والی دانائی اور حکمت، زندگی میں ملنے والے مراتب اور منصب، اس کے ساتھ جوانی کی عمر کا غرور اور ولولہ

زندگی کی اوج گاہوں سے اتر آتے ہیں ہم صحبتِ مادر میں طفلِ سادہ رہ جاتے ہیں ہم معانی: اوج گاہ: بلند مرتبہ ۔ صحبت مادر: ماں کے ساتھ ہونا، رہنا ۔ طفلِ سادہ: بے سمجھ سا بچہ، بھولا بھالا بچہ ۔ مطلب: بے شک عرف عام میں انہیں انسانی بلندی سے تعبیر کیا جا سکتا ہے لیکن جب وہ ماں کے سامنے ہوتا ہے تو پھر ان تمام بلندیوں سے نیچے اتر آتا ہے اور محض ایک معصوم بچہ بن کر رہ جاتا ہے ۔ ماں کے روبرو تو بڑے سے بڑے شخص کی یہی کیفیت ہوتی ہے ۔

بے تکلف خندہ زن ہیں ، فکر سے آزاد ہیں پھر اسی کھوئے ہوئے فردوس میں آباد ہیں معانی: بے تکلف: بناوٹ، ظاہر داری کے بغیر ۔ خندہ زن: ہنسنے والا ۔ کھویا ہوا فردوس: یعنی بچپن کی بھولی بھالی معصوم زندگی ۔ آباد ہیں : رہ رہے ہیں ۔ مطلب: ماں کی محبت میں تو بڑے بڑے لوگوں کی یہی کیفیت ہوتی ہے کہ وہ سب تکلفات بالائے طاق رکھ کر بلند بانگ قہقہے لگاتے ہیں اور ہر نوع کے تفکرات سے آزاد ہو جاتے ہیں ۔ ماں کے سامنے وہ خود کو ماضی کی کھوئی ہوئی دنیا میں محسوس کرتے ہیں جو ایک طرح سے جنت گم گشتہ کی مانند تھی ۔

کس کو اب ہو گا وطن میں آہ! میرا انتظار کون میرا خط نہ آنے سے رہے گا بے قرار مطلب: اقبال کہتے ہیں کہ والدہ کے انتقال کے بعد اب وطن میں میرا اور میرے خط کا انتظار کون کرے گا ۔ واضح رہے کہ ان دنوں اقبال یورپ میں مقیم تھے ۔

خاکِ مرقد پر تری لے کر یہ فریاد آوَں گا اب دعائے نیم شب میں کس کو میں یاد آوَں گا معانی: خاکِ مرقد: قبر کی مٹی، مراد قبر ۔ تربیت: زندگی گزارنے کا سلیقہ سکھانا ۔ مطلب: واضح رہے کہ ان دنوں اقبال یورپ میں مقیم تھے وہ کہتے ہیں کہ جب میری وطن واپسی ہو گی تو اے ماں ! تیری قبر پر یہ فریاد لے کر آوَں گا کہ نصف شب کے وقت میری بہبودی کے لئے تو جو دعائیں کرتی تھی اب کون کرے گا

تربیت سے تیری میں انجم کا ہم قسمت ہوا گھر مرے اجداد کا سرمایہَ عزت ہوا معانی: تربیت: زندگی گزارنے کا سلیقہ سکھانا ۔ انجم کا ہم قسمت: مراد ستاروں کی طرح بلند مقدر والا ۔ اجداد: جمع جد، باپ دادا، پرانے بزرگ ۔ سرمایہَ عزت: شان اور مرتبے کی دولت ۔ مطلب: اے ماں تیری پرورش اور تربیت کا نتیجہ ہی تھا کہ آج مجھے یہ عزت و وقار حاصل ہوا ہے اور ساری دنیا کی نظروں میں ہمارے خا��دان کے احترام میں اضافہ ہوا ہے ۔

دفترِ ہستی میں تھی زرّیں ورق تیری حیات تھی سراپا دین و دنیا کا سبق تیری حیات معانی: دفترِ ہستی: زندگی کی کتاب ۔ زریں ورق: سنہری ورقوں ، صفحوں والی ۔ سراپا: مکمل ۔ دین و دنیا کا سبق: دین اور دنیا کے مطابق تربیت ۔ مطلب: عملاً تیری زندگی دین و دنیا کے حوالے سے ایک سبق کی مانند تھی ۔ ساری عمر تو میری محبت و شفقت سے سرشار میری تربیت میں کوشاں رہی ۔

عمر بھر تیری محبت میری خدمت گر رہی میں تری خدمت کے قابل جب ہوا، تو چل بسی معانی: خدمت گر: خدمت کرنے والی ۔ تو چل بسی: تو فوت ہو گئی ۔ مطلب: ساری عمر تو میری محبت و شفقت سے سرشار میری تربیت میں کوشاں رہی لیکن جب میں تیری خدمت کے قابل ہوا تو کس قدر دکھ کی بات ہے کہ تو داغ مفارت دے گئی ۔

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return-to-twisted-wonderland · 5 months ago

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Imagine if Didem was abducted from such a young age that she doesn't remember anything about her family/culture 🧐

Kalim: We're fully blood related siblings!

Didem: That I'm figuring out right now.

Kalim: Don't worry— we have thirty more siblings after us! :D

Didem: ...

Kalim: — And then there's also Baba, Walida, Yamo, Ommah, and Mama! Can't wait to have you meet them, أختي العزيزة! 😊

Yes, after settling down in Scarabia (courtesy of Kalim—) and getting to catch up with his brother, poor Didem went ahead and ran for the hills just like that! Girl got scared cause of cultural shock & figuring out her lineage is larger than her original family by a whole lot.

Jamil had to forn a search team of Scarabia students to catch her. Got that wet cat look in her eyes while getting dragged back to the dorm by the scruff of her uniform (Scaredy cat ass smh) 😞

Also idk Arabic. Had to use Google translate for this so mb if it's full of grammar mistakes—

🐧~;; Anon

You all good, 🐧

Jamil just tosses her over his shoulder: I'm sorry for this, but he'd be more insufferable if you disappeared again.

#Didem bint asim #twisted wonderland #return home au #🐧 anon #kalim al asim #jamil viper

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ritchiepage2001newaccount · 2 years ago

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urduhindipoetry · 21 days ago

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housepointegyptrealestate · 2 months ago

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Maadi is one of the upscale areas in Egypt where the sale and rental of luxurious apartments with sophisticated features are abundant. Therefore, if you plan to travel to Egypt or explore tourism in Egypt, Maadi is the right destination for you, providing an elegant standard of living.

Maadi boasts numerous features, such as apartments with private swimming pools, hotel-like entrances, and private gardens. The properties offer very spacious areas for apartments, villas, ground floors, penthouses, and modern offices. If you are looking for an apartment for sale in Maadi, an apartment for rent in Sarayat Maadi, or villas for sale or rent in Maadi, our company is the optimal solution for finding suitable accommodation for you.

What are the most famous landmarks in Maadi?

Maadi is the most famous district in the Egyptian capital, cairo, If you take a stroll through Maadi, you'll find tranquility away from the hustle and bustle of the busy world. Tree-lined streets characterize the area, and you'll notice the presence of many upscale restaurants offering various organic, vegetarian, and distinctive cuisines, Maadi is also home to numerous cafes and venues showcasing wonderful music. Here are some of the prominent landmarks in Maadi and Sarayat Maadi:

· Maadi Grand Mall

· Maadi Sporting Club

· Wadi Degla Club

· Armed Forces Medical Complex

· Supreme Constitutional Court

· Wadi Degla Protectorate

· Petrified Forest Protectorate

· French School

· The American University in Cairo

Where is Maadi located?

Maadi is bordered to the north by the Basateen district, to the south by the Helwan district, and to the west by the Nile Corniche. It has become one of the Egyptian cities and is situated on the western bank of the Nile, One of the beautiful features that distinguishes Maadi is that it can be accessed through various routes:

· You can reach it via Nasr Road.

· Salah Salim Road.

· The Ring Road.

· Nile Corniche.

· The Autostrad Road.

What is the history of Maadi?

The history of Maadi dates back to the late 19th century, when Khedive Ismail invested in the Helwan area, located 25 kilometers south of Cairo. He ordered the establishment of a tourist resort in that region, adding elements of luxury such as sulfuric springs and distinctive gardens. Additionally, its proximity to archaeological areas such as Giza, home to the Giza Pyramids and the Sphinx, and Saqqara, where the Step Pyramid is located, made it a splendid archaeological center for tourism, Later, Khedive Ismail sent a group of experts and his personal doctor to develop the region.

The experts discovered valuable medical properties in the wells of Helwan. Khedive Ismail built his palace and named it the “Palace of Al-Walida."

How was Maadi connected to Cairo?

The construction of luxurious properties and magnificent villas in Maadi was encouraged by the presence of the historical palace, attracting the wealthy, royal family members, and foreigners, They then connected it to Cairo through a railway line. The affluent individuals began purchasing land adjacent to the railway and investing in it as a residential area in Egypt. The sequence of events unfolded as follows:

· Canadian officer Adams planned the establishment of a residential neighborhood for the city in a unique British style.

· The plan featured villas, spacious apartments with different floors, gardens, private entrances, and rare decorative trees on the streets. Private swimming pools were also a characteristic feature in the area.

· Maadi was developed, and a private club named "Maadi Sporting" was established.

· More sports facilities were added, including golf, hockey, football, equestrian sports, swimming, and other activities.

· Subsequently, the areas under Maadi's jurisdiction became part of the Helwan Governorate in Cairo.

Types of Properties in Maadi

The properties in the Maadi area vary to cater to diverse preferences, offering spacious areas, private swimming pools, private entrances, and other distinctive features that differentiate them within the region. Here are the most common types of properties in Maadi, Degla, and Sarayat:

· Apartments for sale or rent in Maadi, Wadi Degla, and Sarayat.

· Villas for sale or rent in Maadi, Wadi Degla, and Sarayat.

· Penthouses for sale or rent in Maadi, Wadi Degla, and Sarayat.

· Ground-floor units for sale or rent in Maadi, Wadi Degla, and Sarayat.

· Private offices for sale or rent in Maadi, Wadi Degla, and sarayat.

Property Prices in Maadi

If you are looking for an apartment, villa, or penthouse in Maadi, our real estate company is the ideal solution for you. It is your correct destination for choosing the suitable property for residence in Maadi, where we have a variety of properties for sale and rent at reasonable prices. Fixed prices for properties cannot be determined as they depend on several factors, including:

· Property size, which is a significant factor in the price of an apartment or penthouse in Maadi.

· The presence of a private swimming pool.

· The presence of a private entrance for the property.

· Whether the property comes modern furnished, furnished, semi furnished, or unfurnished.

· The condition of the appliances in the property.

· Proximity to services, schools, and universities.

· Property security measures.

The Best Supermarkets and Grocery Stores in Maadi

After renting or buying a property in Maadi, you will notice that you are surrounded by all the services you need, spread throughout the area, such as grocery stores and supermarkets. The stores surrounding the properties in Maadi stand out for providing all the essentials and having all the necessary tools you might need. Here are some of the most popular supermarkets in Maadi:MarketCarrefour MaadiSaudi MarketMetro MarketGourmet MarketLocationWest BasateenDegla MaadiWest SarayatDegla MaadiOperation timethroughout the day without interruptionit operates from 8 AM until 11 PMit starts operating from 8:30 AM until 1:30 PMit operates from 8 AM until 11:30 PM

What are the most famous hotels in Maadi ?

If you have purchased or are looking to rent an apartment in Maadi for a period, you will find many hotels and villas for sale or rent in Maadi's neighborhood. In Maadi, you will experience the sophistication and quality of services that are comparable to European standards, combined with the pleasant Egyptian atmosphere. Here are the best hotels in Maadi:

· Holiday Inn Maadi: Located on the Nile Corniche.

· Villa Belle Epoque in Maadi.

· Tulip Inn in the Olympic Center in Maadi.

· Pearl Maadi Hotel.

The Best Hospitals and Clinics in Maadi

When renting an apartment in Maadi or buying a property in Cairo, it is essential to consider the presence of hospitals and clinics in the area. Maadi is abundant with all the medical services you may need in emergency situations. It boasts some of the leading hospitals in Egypt, with a full complement of doctors in various specialties to expedite emergency cases and save patients. Here are the most important hospitals in the area:

· International Medical Center (IMS) in Maadi Corniche: Operates 24/7.

· El Yasmeen Hospital on Algeria Street in New Maadi:*Operates 24/7.

· Maadi Military Hospital: Operates 24/7.

· Dr. Alaa Ezzat Hospital: Operates 24/7.

The Best Shopping Places in Maadi

Maadi is known for having numerous shopping destinations,Here are the most prominent places for shopping in Maadi, Wadi Degla, and Sarayat:

· Maadi Grand Mall: It features international brands such as Adidas.

· 9th Street: It hosts many shopping outlets.

· Boutiques offering unique handmade items.

The Best Activities to Do in Maadi

People come to live in Maadi for various reasons, and the Maadi, Wadi Degla, and Sarayat areas in Cairo offer many exciting activities to engage in. Here are the most popular activities in these areas:

· Enjoying the nightlife at Maadi's promenade (Bander Maadi).

· Renting boats on the Maadi Corniche.

· Taking a stroll or doing some jogging.

· Visiting restaurants and cafes.

· Joining various sports clubs to engage in different sports activities.

In conclusion, we have reviewed all the details about Maadi, Wadi Degla, and Sarayat areas in Cairo, including their features and the most popular places to visit. If you are looking to rent or buy a property in Cairo, you will find that our company is the optimal solution. We have a large and experienced team in the real estate field, providing you with numerous options for buying or renting in Cairo.

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jmmll · 10 months ago

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koval-nation · 1 year ago

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114) Rind (Balochi: رِند) - plemię Beludżów, zamieszkujące głównie Iran, Afganistan, Pakistan i kraje Zatoki Perskiej. Według folkloru Beludżów plemię zostało założone przez Rinda Khana, jednego z czterech synów Mira Jalala Khana. Według Ali Sher Kanei z Thatta w jego historii, napisanej w 1774 r., śledzi pochodzenie plemienia Rind od Jalāl Hān, potomka Muhammada bin Hārūna, zwanego Makurāni, gubernatora Makurān i indyjskich granic pod rządami Al-Hajjaj ibn Yusuf (705 r.) po wstąpieniu na tron kalifa Al-Walida I. Ten sam autor stwierdza, że Muhammad, syn Hărūna, był wnukiem Muhammada bin Abana bin Abd-ur-Rahima bin Hamzaha ibn Abdula-Muttaliba, wuja Proroka ze strony ojca islamu. Uważa się, że na przełomie XV i XV wieku Rind pod wodzą Mira Chakara Rinda wdał się w 30-letnią wojnę z Lashari, w której oba plemiona bardzo ucierpiały. Wydarzenia te są tematem wielu bohaterskich ballad Beludżów.

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By • Olalekan Fagbade JUST IN;Sporadic gunshots as Policemen invade kidnappers’ den rescue 16 victims Operatives of the Nigeria Police in Bauchi have rescued 16 kidnapped victims during a raid on kidnappers’ hideouts in the Lame Burra Forest in Ningi Local Government Area of the state. The police also neutralised scores of the kidnappers while intensifying efforts to arrest and prosecute the fleeing suspects who escaped with possible bullet wounds. The rescue operation was carried out in line with Operation Restore Peace (ORP), which comprises police, military, and other quasi-security outfits, particularly local hunters on a routine patrol. A statement by the spokesman of the command, SP Ahmed Wakil, issued on Sunday, disclosed that the combined security outfits reportedly stormed the kidnappers’ den located on top of the mountain situated in the Shande area of Kurmi, a village on the outskirts of Burra, on September 2, 2023. The command gave the names of the rescued victims as Zahariya Ibrahim, 17, female, from Dana Village, Burra; Walida Idi, 16, female, from Sabon da Mazai Village, Burra; Maryam Shehu, 25, female, from Sabon Gida Mazai village, Burra; Abubakar Adamu, 15, male, of Ruwan Dinya village, Burra; and Muntari Badamasi, 40, male, of Shaka Leme village in Burra. Others are Ibrahim Abdullahi, 15, male, from Ruwan Dinya village, Burra, Sani Abdullahi, 10, male, from Ruwan Dinya village, Burra; Ibrahim Rabi’u, 30, male, from Shaka Leme village, Burra; Saleh Umaru, 35, male, of Matigwai village in Sumaila Local Government Area of Kano State; Isah Tashi, 20, male, from Kere Village, Burra; and Tasi’u Abdullahi, 30, male, ‘ from Shaka Leme Village, Burra. Victims who were rescued with injuries include Alh. Shuaibu, from Kurmi village, Burra; Alh. Bammi, from Kongoro village, Burra; Mai Unguwa Shende village, Burra; Dantsoho Mai Shayi, from Kurmi village, Burra; and Abubakar, from Matigwai village, Sumaila Local Government Area of Kano State. Wakil said the injured victims have been taken to Burra General Hospital for immediate medical treatment. According to Wakil: “On sighting the team of combined operatives, the kidnappers started firing at the operatives. However, in response, the operatives repelled the kidnappers with superior firepower, which lasted for about two hours. As a result, 16 kidnapped victims were rescued, five of whom sustained various degrees of injuries, while the remaining 11 were rescued unhurt.” #Policemenrecue16kidnappedvictims

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sameersworldofscience · 2 years ago

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Walidain! Parents! . . Follow me @sameerahmedhaf #sameerahmedhaf #sameerahmedhaf🔥 #sameerahmedhafwriter #sameerahmedhaftweets . . #instawrite #parents #parentingskills #parents #parentsupport #growingupwithstrictparents #loveyourparents #walidain #walida #instagram #instagramreels #instacool #instagrammers #instawritings #writerscommunity #writing #poem #influencer #ig #igdaily #instagramdailypost #instagramdailyquotes #instagramdaily #newpost #ɴᴇᴡᴘᴏsᴛ (at Parents) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClP6AuYrFYo/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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aakhripaigham · 1 month ago

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Khaled Nabhan, the soul of our soul, is martyred. 💔

May Allah have mercy on Khaled Nabhan and reunite him with the soul of his soul, Reem in the highest level of Paradise. Aameen 🤲

Zindagaani Thi Teri Mehtaab Se Tabinda Tar Khoob Tar Tha Subah Ke Tare Se Bhi Tera Safar

Life was made brighter by your moonlight. Your journey was also made better by the morning star.

Misl-e-Aewan-e-Sehar Marqad Furozan Ho Tera Noor Se Maamoor Ye Khaki Shabisan Ho Tera

Like the halls of the dawn, may your grave be radiant! May your dusty sleeping chamber be filled with light!

Asman Teri Lehad Par Shabnam Afshani Kare Sabza-e-Nourasta Iss Ghar Ki Nighebani Kare

May the sky shed its dew upon your grave! May the freshly grown verdure watch over your home!

زندگانی تھی تری مہتاب سے تابندہ تر خوب تر تھا صبح کے تارے سے بھی تیرا سفر مثلِ ایوانِ سحَر مرقد فرُوزاں ہو ترا نُور سے معمور یہ خاکی شبستاں ہو ترا آسماں تیری لحَد پر شبنم افشانی کرے سبزۂ نَورُستہ اس گھر کی نگہبانی کرے

(Bang-e-Dra-139) Walida Marhooma Ki Yaad Mein - والدہ مرحومہ کی یاد میں

Iqbaliyat #Islam #Poetry #SadNews #AllamaIqbal #Muslims #Ummah #Millat #FreePalestine #KhaledNabhan #Palestine

#islam #motivation #muslims #iqbaliyat #poetry #encouragement #inspiration #urdu #love

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ektatiwari18 · 3 years ago

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#mother #maa #aai #amma #walida 💕 एक नाम में अनेक रूप … she is fine and back home 🏡 … just need rest and speedy recovery ❤️‍🩹… #prayers #prayers #prayers https://www.instagram.com/p/Cc8MvNSJJea/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#mother #maa #aai #amma #walida #prayers

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thug4lifebaby · 7 years ago

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Stare in giro fino a tardi con lei,non sai cos'ho fatto per lei.

Amill Leonardo

#amill leonardo #rap #rap italiano #musica #walida #canzone #maruego #giro #tardi #lei

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ir-egipto-travel · 4 years ago

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The Mausoleum of Shafaq Nur Hanim is one of the most beautiful attractions in the city for its incredible stonework details. Shafaq Nur Hanim was the fourth wife of Khedive Ismail and the mother of Khedive Tawfik. She was often referred to as ‘Walida’ or ‘Mother’ until she died in 1884 and was buried in the Khedivial Mausoleum at Al-Rifa’i Mosque in Cairo. 📸: @travelography_by_gaafar #iregipto #egyptpassion #mbplanet #Egypt #cairo (at Cairo, Egypt) https://www.instagram.com/p/CNpq8-dnQSV/?igshid=ldo6vdq2n60f

#iregipto #egyptpassion #mbplanet #egypt #cairo

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studsrn · 4 years ago

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Love is in the air with Walida & Nikki @forevaurs - #loveislove #loveher❤️ #blacklesbians https://www.instagram.com/p/CLS_h1LnuA_/?igshid=6n6gnuzx9kv5

#loveislove #loveher❤️#blacklesbians

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ammi-ka-shehzada · 5 years ago

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“1995. I was 16. He was 17. We saw each other for the first time in front of Copper Kettle in Liberty Market Lahore. He was a friend of my cousin’s and they met briefly while I waited next to the car. He thought I looked like a snob and I thought he seemed too chummy. So “hmph” teenage moment!

We met off and on with the cousin but never got along. Snob vs too chummy didn’t stand a chance!

1997. I was 18. He was 19.

I was in my BA 3rd year. He still hadn’t completed his A levels...moment of silence there.

I took his number from the same cousin and called him one night in June to talk about something pestering me. Something I knew only he could help with. Incidentally he was alone at home and free.

So, as fate would have it, the snob girl and the chummy boy ended up chatting the entire night. Something which is quite a heroic achievement in the times of one landline a house. That too in the TV lounge and Amma Abba’s surveillance at its peak.

Bharpoor taaliaan!

The next few days we ( separately in our own lives) couldn’t help but think of how well we got along in that one chat. It was actually as comfortable as chuddy buddies.

So. A few days later I, the cheeti ( as my sister called me later) called him again! From the same landline ( it was an orange phone I still remember that. I still remember his phone number also) and from the same TV lounge. Guess what? Yes! Another all night chat. But drop scene yeh huwa ke meri walida mohtarima aa gayeen subha 5 bajay. She didn’t exactly figure out what was happening but of course antennas were up. And Mr Rana ki to sitti gum ho gayee (which he told me later). He said he walked outside on the road at 5 am for hours panicking that I may be in trouble.

Later in the day he walked to a PCO to call and check if all is well. The phone kept ringing and shutting until I picked it up. And a voice said “Sarah?” I said “ uhh no” He said “just wanted to check are you ok?” I said “Yes”.

Relief for him.

Giddy smile for me,

And that was it.

Two telephone conversations later we were both 100% certain that we wanted to get married.

Why?

Because it was just so easy to talk to each other. We are the absolute opposites when it comes to personalities, like & dislikes, habits and general approach to things. But, we were both so sure. The kind of bond we had was special, and we couldn’t let go of it. 23 years later, this one fact still holds true.

Acha jee. Ayen na zara practical zindagi main. Jag jayen thora. 19 sala Hero A levels kar raha hai. Theek hai na? Interest kis cheez main hai? Theatre main. Operation theatre nahin. Drama wala theatre. Theek ho Gaya? Heroine BA kar rahee hai. 3 sisters and an EXTREMELY strict and conservative household. Fauji abba. Elder sister engaged. Matlab ke next in line to get married and Amma Abba completely clear on the fact that 1 acha rishta and baat done and beti ko tata bye bye. Parhayee etc sab 2nd priority.

Kher. Nazreen waqt ka pahiyya chalta raha. BA ho gaya. Lekin hero A levels main fail ho gaya. Bijlian gir gayeen armaanon par. His result came out the day my best friend was getting married. Crying my eyes out was easy because it got camouflaged behind my missing her. Everyone thought she was so lucky to have me as her best friend My Masters degree began and he enrolled in a local foundation course for an external degree.

My elder sister got married matlab tamaam topon ka rukh kahani ki heroine ki taraf. Rishtay atay rahay lekin waapis bhee bhee rahay, Shukar Alhamdullillah! Never did rejection feel so good!

1999.

He told his mother kyunke bairooni maddad ki zaroorat par chukki thee. Aik rishta serious ho gaya tha. Army Captain. I wonder where he is now...ok. Focus. His mother was super supportive. I collected the himmat to confide in my mother. Jhaar pari lekin qayamat nahin ayee. Baree hee maharat se donon walidas to milwaya. Makhan lagaya. Kiya nahin Kiya. They both said ok we will help you. Plan yeh tha ke my Ami will defer potential rishtas and his mother will bring the rishta as soon as he nears graduation and can talk to Abu with some grace.

Took a promise from us that we strictly follow boundaries.

No exclusive meetings.

No one should be able to see us together.

No compromise on this.

And we remained true to our word.

Now when I think of it I feel SO good about us. I kept studying. He tried studying and kept doing theatre. Started debate coaching with the initial pay of Rs. 5000.

2000.

My Masters done. Itni parhi likhi qabil heroine. Hero ka final year. Finally!!! Rishta aa gaya and came the million dollar question “yeh larka Akhir karta kiya hai?!” Start of a new era of daily discussions and many at times fights of Abu saying this is insane and Ami supporting me ( how sweet).

2001.

Finally a graduate. Hero found a job of 13000 Rs. Wasn’t great but I was ready to marry an unemployed man to Yeh to lottery thee. I started working. With almost the same pay...and Somehow, after two years of convincing and case pleading we got engaged on the 1st of January 2002. By far that day is, even now, the happiest day of my life. If anyone asks me that question, the first image that pops in my head is that night. It was surreal...honestly it was just meant to be. There was nothing going in our favour but somehow it happened.

Understanding yeh huwee the shadi araaam Se ho gee. Obviously hero was 23 years old!!! But dekhain, dulhan 22 kee thee na...and that’s OLD in a conservative, Punjabi family. To naya katta khul gaya na. My parents wanted it over and done with ASAP and his parents were reluctant. I can understand both sides but qeema kis ka bun raha tha? Aik saal main tension peak par pohanch gayee aur wohee huwa jo filmi stories main hota hai. Hero ko laga unn ke Amma Abba ki “insult” ho rahee hai and unhon ne mangni tor dee... jee haan!!! 🥁🥁🥁

Lekin heroine ki dhittayee par to medal banta hai. ( My sister suggested that I should talk to Abu. Matlab ke khud kush Hamla). Aadhi raat ko ja kar Abba ko jagaya aur bhaaan bhaaan kar ke dukhi kahani sunayee. Felix felicious feeling thee seriously. He heard me. And somehow promised to take care of everything. And he did. Date set ho gayee. Aglay saal ki! 365 days later. That one year was torturous. Because both set of parents were extremely upset with each other and both of us were constantly playing peace makers with one goal. Countdown to 365 days...it was exhausting!

But main ne bhoolne nahin diya hero ko ke mangni main ne jori. Jee Haan. Pehli call bhee main ne hee kee thee. I’m sure he mutters under his breath “why did you?”. Acha jee six months before the big day, Mr Rana decided to quit his job and pursue acting. Chalo jee. Naya sayapa. To huwa Kiya? Everyone discouraged him. Except me. But he wanted to satisfy his parents and went to UAE for a job hunt. Nope. No luck. Came back and announced that whatever it takes I am going to pursue my first love. Theatre and acting. And there was no turning back. Nautankee it was!Amma Abba told me clearly ke soch lo. There is no certainty or future for theatre or acting in Pakistan. All my life I’ve been answering the wretched question “So what does he ACTUALLY do?” Lekin kahan jee. Nothing hits home when you’re in “lurvvve”. He assured me that he will make me the happiest girl on earth. I believed him.

2003.

To kar li shaadi.

We were the happiest people alive. I honestly have seen VERY few couples as happy on their wedding day as we were. We were actually on cloud 9. Ready to take on anything that life brings. Anything.

Early marriage days were an absolute dream come true. We felt that all hardships are behind us and we have conquered everything in life. If we can do this, whatever life brings will be easy! Life with him for me actually meant a fairy tale. I was the stupid, naive, day dreaming princess and he was my Prince Charming, equally young and naive. He was supposed to whisk me away from a life of curfews, restrictions and boundaries to a house where I could paint the town red! From the house that didn’t allow me to laugh loudly and clap without a reason to a house where dancing to random songs was daily routine. Without any occasion or reason.

The fact that we paid for a 2 day stay at PC Bhurban with our salamis was a matter of pride for us. We still talk about how we sat down on day 3 and counted if we can stay another night, which we couldn’t and came back.

Happily.

The first few months were like a daze. With no luxuries but plain joy. We had so much fun. Just being together. Nothing mattered. Driving to work in the morning chatting chirpily, watching TV with dinner, going for groceries. Finding joy in the smallest of moments. Will our car ( a 3rd hand Alto) start or not in the morning was a daily bet of ours. The fact that our entire pay ( both) was spent completely on basic necessities was a matter of pride for us. Watching late night movies with a pizza was an absolute luxury!

I was willing to face anything with him. For him. When our car’s windshield smashed during a toofan we didn’t have extra cash. Omair won 10000 Rs at a theatre festival the very next week and we got it repaired. Drove around for days with no windshield and we still laugh about it 🙂

But things started going downhill a few months later. My super comfortable relationship with my mother in law turned bitterly toxic, for reasons incomprehensible to me ( at least then).

My 29 year old elder sister suffered a brain hemorrhage in UK and was in the hospital for months. In and out of surgeries before coming around but her movement was affected for life.

My parents and younger sister went on rotation to be with her while I stayed back because I was “someone else’s wife” now so he was supposed to take decisions for me. Finances became a big issue so I took tuitions to save money and go visit her.

Omair found a better job and kept doing some TV work on the side but it was a struggle with nothing to fall back on. My heart would be with my sister but I would act jolly because “ghar ka mahaul kharab hota hai”. He decided to study and applied to LUMS for an MBA and started preparing for GMAT, which meant greater financial stress one me. But I stood by him. He didn’t get in ( a behteri in hind sight). The constant stress affected my gynea system... I actually didn’t feel like having a child because I was just so unhappy...and the uncertainty of life, my sister’s health, my parent’s stress and his career had started getting to me. But it had been three “LONG” years, and that gullible version of me caved in to pressure and we started treatment. What followed was two years of scans and injections and tablets and all the side effects that come with it.

2007. Eventually, an IUI worked and Rayaan came along. In bitter reality Rayaan was my clean chit in the eyes of the society that I am “complete”. I did not feel any gushing love for him. Omair on the other hand was over the moon! He has not loved anyone like he’s loved Rayaan. He is born to be a father. And that was a blessing, because Rayaan got the love he deserved from Baba while Amma was busy fighting her battles. The toxic relationship with my mother in law turned unbearable, I almost had a nervous breakdown and we moved out. It was ugly.

Omair didn’t have a job at this time. We had an infant and no worldly possessions at all except my jewellery and bedroom furniture. Fun fact: I had no jahez. Omair’s family made is 100% clear that there will be no jahez. Full marks to them there.

In these 4 years the ONLY thing that kept me sane was Omair, his humour, and our friendship. In these years we became even closer friends than before. He would listen to me silently if ever I felt like venting my heart out. Mostly I tried to keep it in because I didn’t want to upset him. Just silent hand holding was so comforting when he didn’t have any words of tassalli for me. He didn’t share his stress because HE didn’t want to stress me out.(This is when I realized strongly how the man is the worst hit in a conflict between his wife and mother. Made a mental note of never ever letting my son go through this. I hope I remember this by the time that time comes)). We cared for each other as friends before anything else and kept going...We have always been more of friends than anything else.

Something that caused huge problems later because married people need to be husband and wife, behave like a couple, argue like a couple and demand stuff like a couple. But we thought as long as we can communicate openly, make each other laugh, never dream of hurting the other and never go to bed angry, all is well.

This man has made me laugh at the toughest of times and has always ALWAYS been kind. That alone is something I cannot thank Allah enough for.

2008.

This marked the year for us actually starting from scratch. I sold some of my jewellery to buy furniture (Something I confided in Omair much later and he still hates this fact) crockery and appliances. We used up all of our savings. We set up a two room portion far away from the city which we called home for two years. I remember someone bringing flowers which I put in a balti because there was no vase. Meals were on the floor. We used to leave home at 645 daily to drop Rayaan to day care ( eternally grateful to The Early Years ) and get to our jobs. I was teaching at several places and so was he. We were shuttling between jobs all day. Only to return in the evening exhausted, showered ( if we had the energy), have omelette toast and crash. All this was just making ends meet, pay rent, bills, Rayaan’s fee, basic grocery and NO savings. Eating out was out of the question. But we were SO very happy.

It was unbelievable.

Even now when we look back the two years at “26 M” were the warmest, coziest, happiest ever. I actually found out what people mean when they say money isn’t everything. I learnt to love my baby boy who was an absolute Godsend. He took his first steps on that terrace. We got heat strokes from the hot weather but still managed to smile. The first sofa set we bought was second hand, for Rs 4000, which Omair refused to give away till 3 years ago.

The beds in the 2nd room were given by a dear friend for free. We shared the bills. Since we couldn’t eat out much I experimented with a lot of cooking (Dalda ka dastarkhwan was my saheli in those days).

Sharing financial and household responsibilities was never ever a problem between us. It was always “our” money, our responsibilities. We were both fighting our separate battles of the move ( we really never wanted to move away from his parents and this was very painful for both of us differently) but we never fought over it. Everything was always so civil and so comfortable.

2010.

We moved to a better place. Things settled a bit vis a vis work. Him and mine both. Slowly the ice started melting with my in laws ( things now are 100% ok. Yeah. That also happens. A lot of the credit goes to my parents in law here. But that’s a separate post) Slowly and steadily we made a home.

Right now, I’m sitting in our TV lounge of the home we’ve been in since 2010. And when I look around, every single thing that I can see has been bought by us personally.

Alhamdullillah.

Allah has been so unbelievably kind. If I say that we have actually built a home from scratch together, it’ll be 100% true. From a teaspoon to the TV to the car. Everything. But we still remember the first 5000 he earned and the third hand Red Alto whose floor collapsed while we were driving it. Flintstones!!!!

2011. I had my miscarriage.

2012.

This was the year we lost our twins in the 33rd week.

What followed was a complete fallout between us.

Oddly enough...We were heartbroken, more for each other than our own selves. I struggled desperately to deal with everything that follows after losing a child. But I failed miserably because of my combination of “I have to be strong”, “ I should always be grateful”, and “ everything happens for a reason” and “I need to be there for him”, and “Look how much pain my sister has gone through, this is nothing”.. But my body wasn’t agreeing with my mind and I fell critically ill.

Hospitalized for weeks while doctors struggled to figure out the problem. Eventually managed to come out of it Alhamdullillah but it took its toll on our relationship.

We drifted apart although he looked after me with such care that it makes my heart melt every time I think about it. But we both knew that it wasn’t the same.

For reasons we both knew and understood but didn’t have the courage to talk about. Since we were such close friends, we both understood the other’s thinking process and we let each other be. It was like parallel lives. We came home to each other, never stopped loving each other but we started living our own lives. Professionally we both grew but as “us” we stopped moving.

Now, when I see couples making this mistake I make it a point to tell them. Ask them to talk it out. Understanding each other’s struggles and giving each other too much space at the cost of your own happiness can cause irreversible damage.

This lack of communication is something I regret in hindsight. Something that went on for years and something that caused our marriage to almost end at one point...We didn’t even talk about what we were going through with anyone either.

No One.

Because our go to person was us...to kiya kartay?

But, yet again, guess what came to our rescue? Dosti. We just couldn’t give up on the dosti. No matter how much time we spent with other people, we just couldn’t help but miss what we have.

And what we have is extraordinary.

We feel at home with each other.

And that is irreplaceable.

You know the person who can look at you and understand what you are about to say? That’s us.

Home is where your heart is, and our hearts belong to each other. Three C sections and he stayed with me at the hospital. You want your mother around at that time and I wanted him. He’s changed countless pampers, done night duties with the kids, cooked breakfast for me, cleaned, dusted, changed linen, gotten furniture poshish done, taken me shopping infinite times, waited patiently while I got my threading done only so we can take a drive together, bought sanitary napkins, taken me for Falooda at midnight, you name it. He made me open my first personal bank account and asked me to put all my salary in it instead of the joint account, he’s never asked me how much I earn, never told me I’m fat ( and I’ve been fat!!!). Always disregarded comments about how “young” he looks compared to me. Something I have let bother me for years before growing up and not giving a rat’s ass eventually.

We’ve never ever argued in front of the kids. He’s always given me the lead in parenting, trusting every single decision I take as a mother, and never made me feel bad for the bad ones (there are quite a few).

He’s never stopped talking to me although I tend to give him the “silent treatment” quite a few times. He’s supported me most in my work. Helped me through the tightest spots professionally. I have grown as a person with him. I have learnt from him what it means to truly forgive someone, to be non judgmental, to drop one’s agenda and focus on the bigger picture. People say it about their fathers, and as much as I love my Abu with all my heart, my husband gave me wings to fly and the courage to follow my dreams.

He’s actually one of a kind.

Completely secure.

Non judgmental.

Hospitable and generous to the core.

Genuinely happy for everyone’s success and happiness.

Humble.

A truly happy person who wakes up every morning to live life to its fullest!

A truly loving father.

A genuinely caring son.

An absolutely accommodating husband.

A wholeheartedly loving brother.

A friend in need.

I’ve spent years being scared of Nazar and bad luck by telling people how blessed I feel, every moment of my life, but not right now. I feel if many people will jinx this, enough people will be happy for us and make the bad nazar nuetral 🙂 I think the world deserves to know this side of the coin as well.

There ARE men who are plain GOOD men. And I have been infinitely lucky to have one of them. I may become overwhelmed with fear in a few days though. I’m unpredictable in this department 🧿

My love story is rather simple.

I simply decided to marry my best friend. My best friend decided to marry his. And we really wouldn’t have it any other way. He calls me his “best mistake”. I still can’t decide if that’s a compliment or not I consider him “my lucky break” in life.

We haven’t had a marriage which revolves around expensive presents, holiday destinations or lavish surprise birthday parties but we have a marriage which has survived the test of time. It is based on years of honesty, trust, hard work and respect. We have both invested in it. Yes I have invested a lifetime in this relationship as well. I have compromised and given in countless times. Cried myself to sleep and wept in the shower. There have been numerous ugly downs in these 23 years...but the beautiful ups have been more than numerous. The laughters are actually infinite.

Alhamdullillah.

The most important thing is that we haven’t kept any scores. Who needs to keep a score when we both get to win in the end?”

-shared by Ms. Maira Omair Rana

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