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?
Water Is the key to survIve
The treasured sea of pure lIfe.
When we are thIrsty, we drInk water
We bath and we use water
WhIle we cook, we Introduce and Include water
When I am sad, I cry water
When It raIns, It pours water
When I clean, I employ water
When I play, I apply water
When I am sIck, I pee water
And I look at the sea and see water.
Woh
Bade faqr se kahtI haI Yeh khoobsurat nasheman
yeh cars kI fleet
Yeh malbusaat kI chamak damak (Kapde)
MerI apnI kawIsh haI ZIndagI kI Saree ra’naIyaan
Yeh aasaIsh
KIsI kI marhoone mInnat nahIn
ZIndagI maIn koI ehsaan ka
Lamha nahIn
MaIn khud maIn bIlkul mukammal hun
OonchI kursI per baIth ker
Na jane kItnI zIndagIyoon ko
SawartI aur bIgaadtI hun
LekIn
Is ke Bawajood
AIk Mazboot
Aur Mustahkam
Saahare kI justujoo maIn
UskI aankhaIn neend ko
TarastI haIn!
maut kI garI me jIs dIn sona hoga,
na koI takIya hoga na koI bIchhona hoga,
sath hogI aap jaIse dosto kI mIthI yaade,
aur shamsan ka ek chhota sa kona hoga
patI patnI jab aapas me ruthte haI to palang ke bIch me bahut jagah
khalI ho jatI haI,
aur jab unke bIch pyar hota haI to
palang ke kInare khalI ho jate haI.
