Stupid & Funny from Around the World :Continued
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DATSUN DONUTS
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Stupid and dangerous..................
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A demonstration of "technical vocabulary"
‘Twas the nocturnal segment of the diurnal period preceding the annual Yuletide celebration, and throughout our place of residence, kinetic activity was not in evidence among possessors of this potential, including that species of domestic rodent knows as Mus musculus.
Hosiery was meticulously suspended from the forward edge of the wood-burning caloric apparatus, pursuant to our anticipatory pleasure regarding an imminent visitation from an eccentric philanthropist among whose folkloric appellations is the honorific title of St. Nicholas.
The prepubescent siblings, comfortably ensconced in their respective accommodations of repose, were experiencing subconscious visual hallucinations of variegated fruit confections moving rhythmically through their cerebrums.
My conjugal partner and I, attired in our nocturnal head coverings, were about to take slumbrous advantage of the hibernal darkness when upon the avenaceous exterior portion of the grounds there ascended such a cacophony of dissonance that I felt compelled to arise with alacrity from my place of repose for the purpose of ascertaining the precise source thereof.
Hastening to the casement, I forthwith opened the barriers sealing this fenestration, noting thereupon that the lunar brilliance without, reflected as it was on the surface of a recent crystalline precipitation, might be said to rival that of the solar meridian itself — thus permitting my incredulous optical sensory organs to behold a miniature airborne runnered conveyance drawn by eight diminutive specimens of the genus Rangifer, piloted by a minuscule aged chauffer so ebullient and nimble that it became instantly apparent to me that he was indeed our anticipated caller.
With his ungulate motive power travelling at what may possibly have been more vertiginous velocity than patriotic alar predators, he vociferated loudly, expelled breath musically through contracted labia, and addressed each of the octet by his or her respective cognomen — “Now Dasher, now Dancer …” et al. — guiding them to the uppermost exterior level of our abode, through which structure I could readily distinguish the concatenations of each of the 32 cloven pedal extremities.
As I retracted my cranium from its erstwhile location, and was performing a 180-degree pivot, our distinguished visitant achieved — with utmost celerity and via a downward leap — entry by way of the smoke passage.
He was clad entirely in animal pelts soiled by the ebony residue from the oxidations of carboniferous fuels which had accumulated on the walls thereof. His resemblance to a street vendor I attributed largely to the plethora of assorted playthings which he bore dorsally in a commodious cloth receptacle.
His orbs were scintillant with reflected luminosity, while his submaxillary dermal indentations gave every evidence of engaging amiability. The capillaries of his malar regions and nasal appurtenance were engorged with blood that suffused the subcutaneous layers, the former approximating the coloration of Albion’s floral emblem, the latter that of the Prunus avium, or sweet cherry.
His amusing sub- and supralabials resembled nothing so much as a common loop knot, and their ambient hirsute facial adornment appeared like small tabular and columnar crystals of frozen water. Clenched firmly between his incisors was a smoking piece whose gray fumes, forming a tenuous ellipse about his occiput, were suggestive of a decorative seasonal circlet of holly. His visage was wider than it was high, and when he waxed audibly mirthful, his corpulent abdominal region undulated in the manner of impectinated fruit syrup in a hemispherical container.
He was, in short, neither more nor less than an obese, jocund, superannuated gnome, the optical perception of whom rendered me visibly frolicsome despite every effort to refrain from so being.
By rapidly lowering and then raising one eyelid and rotating his head slightly to one side, he indicated that trepidation on my part was groundless. Without utterance and with dispatch, he commenced filling the aforementioned appended hosiery with various articles of merchandise extracted from a dorsally transported cloth receptacle. Upon completion of this task, he executed an abrupt about-face, placed a single manual digit in lateral juxtaposition to his olfactory organ, inclined his cranium forward in a gesture of leave-taking, and forthwith affected his egress by renegotiating (in reverse) the smoke passage.
He then propelled himself in a short vector onto his conveyance, directed a musical expulsion of air through his contracted oral sphincter to the antlered quadrupeds of burden, and proceeded to soar aloft in a movement hitherto observable chiefly among the seed-bearing portions of a common weed. But I overheard his parting exclamation, audible immediately prior to his vehiculation beyond the limits of visibility: “Ecstatic yuletide to the plenary constituency, and to that selfsame assemblage, my sincerest wishes for a salubriously beneficial and gratifyingly pleasurable period between sunset and dawn!”
‘Twas the nocturnal segment of the diurnal period preceding the annual Yuletide celebration, and throughout our place of residence, kinetic activity was not in evidence among possessors of this potential, including that species of domestic rodent knows as Mus musculus.
Hosiery was meticulously suspended from the forward edge of the wood-burning caloric apparatus, pursuant to our anticipatory pleasure regarding an imminent visitation from an eccentric philanthropist among whose folkloric appellations is the honorific title of St. Nicholas.
The prepubescent siblings, comfortably ensconced in their respective accommodations of repose, were experiencing subconscious visual hallucinations of variegated fruit confections moving rhythmically through their cerebrums.
My conjugal partner and I, attired in our nocturnal head coverings, were about to take slumbrous advantage of the hibernal darkness when upon the avenaceous exterior portion of the grounds there ascended such a cacophony of dissonance that I felt compelled to arise with alacrity from my place of repose for the purpose of ascertaining the precise source thereof.
Hastening to the casement, I forthwith opened the barriers sealing this fenestration, noting thereupon that the lunar brilliance without, reflected as it was on the surface of a recent crystalline precipitation, might be said to rival that of the solar meridian itself — thus permitting my incredulous optical sensory organs to behold a miniature airborne runnered conveyance drawn by eight diminutive specimens of the genus Rangifer, piloted by a minuscule aged chauffer so ebullient and nimble that it became instantly apparent to me that he was indeed our anticipated caller.
With his ungulate motive power travelling at what may possibly have been more vertiginous velocity than patriotic alar predators, he vociferated loudly, expelled breath musically through contracted labia, and addressed each of the octet by his or her respective cognomen — “Now Dasher, now Dancer …” et al. — guiding them to the uppermost exterior level of our abode, through which structure I could readily distinguish the concatenations of each of the 32 cloven pedal extremities.
As I retracted my cranium from its erstwhile location, and was performing a 180-degree pivot, our distinguished visitant achieved — with utmost celerity and via a downward leap — entry by way of the smoke passage.
He was clad entirely in animal pelts soiled by the ebony residue from the oxidations of carboniferous fuels which had accumulated on the walls thereof. His resemblance to a street vendor I attributed largely to the plethora of assorted playthings which he bore dorsally in a commodious cloth receptacle.
His orbs were scintillant with reflected luminosity, while his submaxillary dermal indentations gave every evidence of engaging amiability. The capillaries of his malar regions and nasal appurtenance were engorged with blood that suffused the subcutaneous layers, the former approximating the coloration of Albion’s floral emblem, the latter that of the Prunus avium, or sweet cherry.
His amusing sub- and supralabials resembled nothing so much as a common loop knot, and their ambient hirsute facial adornment appeared like small tabular and columnar crystals of frozen water. Clenched firmly between his incisors was a smoking piece whose gray fumes, forming a tenuous ellipse about his occiput, were suggestive of a decorative seasonal circlet of holly. His visage was wider than it was high, and when he waxed audibly mirthful, his corpulent abdominal region undulated in the manner of impectinated fruit syrup in a hemispherical container.
He was, in short, neither more nor less than an obese, jocund, superannuated gnome, the optical perception of whom rendered me visibly frolicsome despite every effort to refrain from so being.
By rapidly lowering and then raising one eyelid and rotating his head slightly to one side, he indicated that trepidation on my part was groundless. Without utterance and with dispatch, he commenced filling the aforementioned appended hosiery with various articles of merchandise extracted from a dorsally transported cloth receptacle. Upon completion of this task, he executed an abrupt about-face, placed a single manual digit in lateral juxtaposition to his olfactory organ, inclined his cranium forward in a gesture of leave-taking, and forthwith affected his egress by renegotiating (in reverse) the smoke passage.
He then propelled himself in a short vector onto his conveyance, directed a musical expulsion of air through his contracted oral sphincter to the antlered quadrupeds of burden, and proceeded to soar aloft in a movement hitherto observable chiefly among the seed-bearing portions of a common weed. But I overheard his parting exclamation, audible immediately prior to his vehiculation beyond the limits of visibility: “Ecstatic yuletide to the plenary constituency, and to that selfsame assemblage, my sincerest wishes for a salubriously beneficial and gratifyingly pleasurable period between sunset and dawn!”
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10 Snacks That Will Make You Miss Childhood
Throwback to the good old days back in the when life was simple and two Chockis and a packet of Dino Munchies would mean the best kind of happiness. There are a lot of things we miss about those days but lets talk about what we miss eating with those 20 rupees we got daily.
1. TOP POPS
Yes the king of snacks. The best thing ever happened to us. Still available but rarely. #BringBackOurTopPops
source: genius.wordpress.com
2. DINO MUNCHIES
This was happiness in a packet.
source: shughal
3. CHOCKI
This was chocolategasm. This was literally worth more than 2 rupees.
source: youtube
4. THE POPS
Jungle Pops, Nony Pops, Uncle Pops. You name it. Yes Top Pops were the king but these were the princes of the kingdom of pops.
5. BP MR. BEAR
This was the most adorable bear ever. But we loved eating it, can’t deny.
6. BP CHOCOLATE DREAM
You’ve had them so many times but somehow you want more.
7. BP JELLY BELLY
OF COURSE WE REMEMBER THIS
8. BP SPACER TOFFEE
Yes BP was a great part of our childhood to be very honest. Thank you BP. Well of course now the meaning of BPs have changed completely for us.
9. POLO
Okay why is this out of fashion?
source: amazon.com
10. THE GOOD OLD PRINCE BISCUITS
Those Prince Biscuits that actually had chocolate in it.
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source: http://www.parhlo.com/10-snacks-that-will-make-you-miss-childhood/
Really those were the days.
90's
Throwback to the good old days back in the when life was simple and two Chockis and a packet of Dino Munchies would mean the best kind of happiness. There are a lot of things we miss about those days but lets talk about what we miss eating with those 20 rupees we got daily.
1. TOP POPS
Yes the king of snacks. The best thing ever happened to us. Still available but rarely. #BringBackOurTopPops
source: genius.wordpress.com
2. DINO MUNCHIES
This was happiness in a packet.
source: shughal
3. CHOCKI
This was chocolategasm. This was literally worth more than 2 rupees.
source: youtube
4. THE POPS
Jungle Pops, Nony Pops, Uncle Pops. You name it. Yes Top Pops were the king but these were the princes of the kingdom of pops.
5. BP MR. BEAR
This was the most adorable bear ever. But we loved eating it, can’t deny.
6. BP CHOCOLATE DREAM
You’ve had them so many times but somehow you want more.
7. BP JELLY BELLY
OF COURSE WE REMEMBER THIS
8. BP SPACER TOFFEE
Yes BP was a great part of our childhood to be very honest. Thank you BP. Well of course now the meaning of BPs have changed completely for us.
9. POLO
Okay why is this out of fashion?
source: amazon.com
10. THE GOOD OLD PRINCE BISCUITS
Those Prince Biscuits that actually had chocolate in it.
View image on Twitter
source: http://www.parhlo.com/10-snacks-that-will-make-you-miss-childhood/
Really those were the days.
90's
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*ﭘﺎﮐﺴﺘﺎﻥ ﻣﯿﮟ ﺳﺐ ﺳﮯ ﻣﺸﮑﻞ ﺍﻭﺭ ﺟﺎﻥ ﺗﮭﮑﺎ ﺩﯾﻨﮯ ﻭﺍﻻ ﮐﺎﻡ "ﻓﻮﺟﯽ" ﮨﻮﻧﺎ ﮨﮯ.*
ﺍﮔﺮ ﺁﭖ ﻓﻮﺟﯽ ﺑﻦ ﮔﺌﮯ ﺗﻮ ﺁﭘﮑﻮ ﻓﺮﺷﺘﮧ ﺑﻨﻨﺎ ﭘﮍﮮ ﮔﺎ ﻭﺭﻧﮧ ﺁﭘﮑﮯ ﺍﻋﻤﺎﻝ ﭘﺮ ﮐﭽﮫ "ﻓﺮﺷﺘﮯ" ﭘﻮﺭﮮ ﺍﺩﺍﺭﮮ ﮐﻮ ﻟﻌﻦ ﻃﻌﻦ ﮐﺮﻧﺎ ﺷﺮﻭﻉ ﮐﺮﺩﯾﮟ ﮔﮯ.
ﺍﮔﺮ ﺁﭖ ﺷﺎﺩﯼ ﻣﯿﮟ ﮈﺍﻧﺲ ﮐﺮﺗﮯ ﮨﻮﺋﮯ ﭘﺎﺋﮯ ﮔﺌﮯ ﺍﻭﺭ ﮐﺴﯽ ﻧﮯ ﺁﭘﮑﯽ ﻭﯾﮉﯾﻮ ﺑﻨﺎ ﻟﯽ ﺗﻮ ﮨﻤﺎﺭﮮ ﻣﺬﮨﺒﯽ ﺷﮩﺮﯼ ﮐﮩﯿﮟ ﮔﮯ "ﯾﮧ ﺩﯾﮑﮭﻮ ﻓﻮﺝ ﻣﯿﮟ ﺑﮯ ﺣﯿﺎﺋﯽ ﺁﮔﺌﯽ ﮨﮯ ﺍﯾﺴﯽ ﻓﻮﺝ ﺍﺳﻼﻡ ﺩﺷﻤﻨﻮﮞ ﺳﮯ ﮨﻤﺎﺭﺍ ﺩﻓﺎﻉ ﮐﯿﺴﮯ ﮐﺮﮮ ﮔﯽ؟؟ "
ﺍﮔﺮ ﺁﭘﮑﯽ ﺩﺍﮌﮬﯽ ﮨﮯ ﺍﻭﺭ ﺁﭖ ﻧﻤﺎﺯ ﭘﮍﮬﺘﮯ ﮨﻮﺋﮯ ﭘﺎﺋﮯ ﮔﺌﮯ ﺗﻮ ﮨﻤﺎﺭﮮ "ﻟﻨﮉﮮ ﮐﮯ ﺩﯾﺴﯽ ﻟﺒﺮﻟﺰ" ﻧﮯ ﺭﻭﻻ ﮈﺍﻝ ﺩﯾﻨﺎ "ﯾﮧ ﺩﯾﮑﮭﻮ ﻓﻮﺝ ﻣﯿﮟ ﺍﻧﺘﮩﺎ ﭘﺴﻨﺪﯼ ﻋﺮﻭﺝ ﭘﺮ ﮨﮯ ﯾﮧ ﮨﻤﯿﮟ ﻃﺎﻟﺒﺎﻥ ﺳﮯ ﮐﯿﺴﮯ ﺑﭽﺎﺋﯿﮟ ﮔﮯ"
ﺍﮔﺮ ﺁﭖ ﮐﮩﯿﮟ ﺟﺎﺭﮨﮯ ﮨﻮ ﺍﻭﺭ ﺁﭘﮑﯽ ﮐﺴﯽ ﺳﮯ ﻟﮍﺍﺋﯽ ﮨﻮﮔﺌﯽ. ﺗﻮ ﭘﮭﻮﭘﮯﮐﭩﻨﯽ ﻋﻮﺭﺕ ﻗﺴﻢ ﮐﮯ ﻣﺮﺩ ﺣﻀﺮﺍﺕ ﻧﮯ ﺭﻭﻻ ﮈﺍﻝ ﺩﯾﻨﺎ "ﯾﮧ ﺩﯾﮑﮭﻮ ﺳﺎﺭﯼ ﻓﻮﺝ ﻋﻮﺍﻡ ﮐﻮ ﻣﺎﺭﻧﮯ ﻧﮑﻞ ﺁﺋﯽ ﮨﯿﮟ".
ﺍﮔﺮ ﺁﭖ ﺳﻮﺷﻞ ﻣﯿﮉﯾﺎ ﭘﺮ ﮨﻮ ﺗﻮ ﯾﮩﺎﮞ ﻣﻮﺟﻮﺩ *"ﮨﯿﺮﻭﺯ"* ﮐﻮ ﺁﮒ ﻟﮓ ﺟﺎﻧﯽ ﮐﮧ ﺍﺏ ﺍﻥ ﭘﺮ ﺗﻮﺟﮧ ﺩﯾﻨﮯ ﻭﺍﻟﯽ ﻣﺤﺘﺮﻣﺎﺋﯿﮟ ﻓﻮﺟﯽ ﺟﻮﺍﻥ ﺳﮯ ﻣﺘﺎﺛﺮ ﻧﻈﺮ ﺁﺗﯽ ﮨﯿﮟ ﻟﮩٰﺬﺍ ﺍﻧﮭﻮﮞ ﻧﮯ ﺭﻭﻻ ﮈﺍﻝ ﺩﯾﻨﺎ " ﻓﻮﺝ ﮐﺎ ﮐﺎﻡ ﺳﺮﺣﺪﻭﮞ ﮐﯽ ﺣﻔﺎﻇﺖ ﮐﺮﻧﺎ ﮨﮯ ﯾﮩﺎﮞ ﺳﻮﺷﻞ ﻣﯿﮉﯾﺎ ﭘﺮ ﺩﮐﮭﺎﻭﺍ ﮐﺮﻧﮯ ﺁﺟﺎﺗﮯ ﮨﯿﮟ "
ﺍﮔﺮ ﺁﭖ ﮐﺴﯽ ﺳﯿﺎﺳﯽ ﺟﻤﺎﻋﺖ ﮐﯽ ﺣﻤﺎﯾﺖ ﮐﺮﻭ ﺗﻮ ﻣﺨﺎﻟﻒ ﭘﺎﺭﭨﯽ ﻭﺍﻟﻮﮞ ﻧﮯ ﺭﻭﻻ ﮈﺍﻝ ﺩﯾﻨﺎ "ﺩﯾﮑﮭﺎ ﮨﻢ ﻧﮯ ﮐﮩﺎ ﺗﮭﺎ ﻧﺎ ﻓﻼﻧﯽ ﺟﻤﺎﻋﺖ ﮐﮯ ﭘﯿﭽﮭﮯ ﭘﻮﺭﯼ ﻓﻮﺝ ﮐﺎ ﮨﺎﺗﮫ ہے"
ﺍﮔﺮ ﺁﭖ ﺳﯿﺎﺳﺖ ﺳﮯ ﺗﻮﺑﮧ ﮐﺮﻟﻮ ﺗﻮ ﺑﮭﯽ ﺍﻥ ﺳﯿﺎﺳﯽ ﺟﻤﮩﻮﺭﻭﮞ ﮐﻮ ﭼﯿﻦ ﻧﮩﯿﮟ ﻣﻠﻨﺎ ﺍﻭﺭ ﺍﻧﮭﻮﮞ ﻧﮯ ﮐﮩﻨﮯ ﻟﮓ ﺟﺎﻧﺎ "ﺩﯾﮑﮭﺎ ﭘﻮﺭﯼ ﻓﻮﺝ ﺍﺱ ﺟﻤﮩﻮﺭﯾﺖ ﮐﻮ ﻧﺎ ﭘﺴﻨﺪ ﮐﺮﺗﯽ ﮨﮯ . ﯾﮧ ﺁﻣﺮ ﮨﯿﮟ ﮈﮐﭩﯿﭩﺮ ﮨﯿﮟ"
ﺍﮔﺮ ﺁﭖ ﺳﯿﺎﺳﯽ ﺩﮨﺸﺘﮕﺮﺩﯼ ﮐﻮ ﻧﻈﺮ ﺍﻧﺪﺍﺯ ﮐﺮﻭ ﺗﻮ "ﺩﯾﮑﮭﺎ ﻓﻮﺝ ﻧﮯ ﺟﺎﻥ ﺑﻮﺟﮫ ﮐﺮ ﮈﮬﯿﻞ ﺩﯼ ﮨﻮﺋﯽ ﺍﻭﺭ ﮐﻮﺋﯽ ﮐﺎﻡ ﻧﮩﯿﮟ ﮐﺮﺗﯽ"
ﺍﮔﺮ ﺁﭖ ﮐﺴﯽ ﺳﯿﺎﺳﯽ ﺩﮨﺸﺘﮕﺮﺩﯼ ﮐﯽ ﻣﺬﻣﺖ ﮐﺮﻭ ﺗﻮ "ﺩﯾﮑﮭﺎ ﺍﺱ ﺳﯿﺎﺳﯽ ﺟﻤﺎﻋﺖ ﮐﮯ ﺧﻼﻑ ﻓﻮﺝ ﭘﮍﯼ ﮨﻮﺋﯽ ﮨﮯ"
*میرے پیارے بهائیو! ﺟﺲ ﻃﺮﺡ ﺁﭖ ﺍﻧﺴﺎﻥ ﮨﻮ ﻭﯾﺴﮯ ﮨﯽ ﻓﻮﺟﯽ ﺑﮭﯽ ایک ﺍﻧﺴﺎﻥ ﮨﯽ ﮨﻮﺗﺎ ﮨﮯ ﺫﺍﺗﯽ ﺳﻮﭺ ﺍﻭﺭ ﭘﺴﻨﺪ ﻧﺎﭘﺴﻨﺪ ﺑﮭﯽ ﺭﮐﮭﺘﺎ ﮨﮯ، ﺍﺱ ﮐﮯ ﺫﺍﺗﯽ ﻋﻤﻞ ﮐﻮ ﭘﻮﺭﮮ ﺍﺩﺍﺭﮮ ﭘﺮ ﺗﮭﻮﭘﻨﺎ ﺁپ ہی کی کم ظرفی ﮨﻮﺳﮑﺘﯽ ﮨﮯ ﯾﺎ ﭘﮭﺮ ﺁﭘﮑﺎ ﺣﺴﺪ*..
ﺍﭘﻨﯽ پاک ﺳﭙﺎﮦ ﺳﮯ ﭘﯿﺎﺭ ﮐﯿﺠﺌﯿﮯ ﯾﮧ آپکے لئے ہی اپنی جان کی قربانی دیتے ﮨﯿﮟ...
*پاک وطن زندہ باد*
ﺍﮔﺮ ﺁﭖ ﻓﻮﺟﯽ ﺑﻦ ﮔﺌﮯ ﺗﻮ ﺁﭘﮑﻮ ﻓﺮﺷﺘﮧ ﺑﻨﻨﺎ ﭘﮍﮮ ﮔﺎ ﻭﺭﻧﮧ ﺁﭘﮑﮯ ﺍﻋﻤﺎﻝ ﭘﺮ ﮐﭽﮫ "ﻓﺮﺷﺘﮯ" ﭘﻮﺭﮮ ﺍﺩﺍﺭﮮ ﮐﻮ ﻟﻌﻦ ﻃﻌﻦ ﮐﺮﻧﺎ ﺷﺮﻭﻉ ﮐﺮﺩﯾﮟ ﮔﮯ.
ﺍﮔﺮ ﺁﭖ ﺷﺎﺩﯼ ﻣﯿﮟ ﮈﺍﻧﺲ ﮐﺮﺗﮯ ﮨﻮﺋﮯ ﭘﺎﺋﮯ ﮔﺌﮯ ﺍﻭﺭ ﮐﺴﯽ ﻧﮯ ﺁﭘﮑﯽ ﻭﯾﮉﯾﻮ ﺑﻨﺎ ﻟﯽ ﺗﻮ ﮨﻤﺎﺭﮮ ﻣﺬﮨﺒﯽ ﺷﮩﺮﯼ ﮐﮩﯿﮟ ﮔﮯ "ﯾﮧ ﺩﯾﮑﮭﻮ ﻓﻮﺝ ﻣﯿﮟ ﺑﮯ ﺣﯿﺎﺋﯽ ﺁﮔﺌﯽ ﮨﮯ ﺍﯾﺴﯽ ﻓﻮﺝ ﺍﺳﻼﻡ ﺩﺷﻤﻨﻮﮞ ﺳﮯ ﮨﻤﺎﺭﺍ ﺩﻓﺎﻉ ﮐﯿﺴﮯ ﮐﺮﮮ ﮔﯽ؟؟ "
ﺍﮔﺮ ﺁﭘﮑﯽ ﺩﺍﮌﮬﯽ ﮨﮯ ﺍﻭﺭ ﺁﭖ ﻧﻤﺎﺯ ﭘﮍﮬﺘﮯ ﮨﻮﺋﮯ ﭘﺎﺋﮯ ﮔﺌﮯ ﺗﻮ ﮨﻤﺎﺭﮮ "ﻟﻨﮉﮮ ﮐﮯ ﺩﯾﺴﯽ ﻟﺒﺮﻟﺰ" ﻧﮯ ﺭﻭﻻ ﮈﺍﻝ ﺩﯾﻨﺎ "ﯾﮧ ﺩﯾﮑﮭﻮ ﻓﻮﺝ ﻣﯿﮟ ﺍﻧﺘﮩﺎ ﭘﺴﻨﺪﯼ ﻋﺮﻭﺝ ﭘﺮ ﮨﮯ ﯾﮧ ﮨﻤﯿﮟ ﻃﺎﻟﺒﺎﻥ ﺳﮯ ﮐﯿﺴﮯ ﺑﭽﺎﺋﯿﮟ ﮔﮯ"
ﺍﮔﺮ ﺁﭖ ﮐﮩﯿﮟ ﺟﺎﺭﮨﮯ ﮨﻮ ﺍﻭﺭ ﺁﭘﮑﯽ ﮐﺴﯽ ﺳﮯ ﻟﮍﺍﺋﯽ ﮨﻮﮔﺌﯽ. ﺗﻮ ﭘﮭﻮﭘﮯﮐﭩﻨﯽ ﻋﻮﺭﺕ ﻗﺴﻢ ﮐﮯ ﻣﺮﺩ ﺣﻀﺮﺍﺕ ﻧﮯ ﺭﻭﻻ ﮈﺍﻝ ﺩﯾﻨﺎ "ﯾﮧ ﺩﯾﮑﮭﻮ ﺳﺎﺭﯼ ﻓﻮﺝ ﻋﻮﺍﻡ ﮐﻮ ﻣﺎﺭﻧﮯ ﻧﮑﻞ ﺁﺋﯽ ﮨﯿﮟ".
ﺍﮔﺮ ﺁﭖ ﺳﻮﺷﻞ ﻣﯿﮉﯾﺎ ﭘﺮ ﮨﻮ ﺗﻮ ﯾﮩﺎﮞ ﻣﻮﺟﻮﺩ *"ﮨﯿﺮﻭﺯ"* ﮐﻮ ﺁﮒ ﻟﮓ ﺟﺎﻧﯽ ﮐﮧ ﺍﺏ ﺍﻥ ﭘﺮ ﺗﻮﺟﮧ ﺩﯾﻨﮯ ﻭﺍﻟﯽ ﻣﺤﺘﺮﻣﺎﺋﯿﮟ ﻓﻮﺟﯽ ﺟﻮﺍﻥ ﺳﮯ ﻣﺘﺎﺛﺮ ﻧﻈﺮ ﺁﺗﯽ ﮨﯿﮟ ﻟﮩٰﺬﺍ ﺍﻧﮭﻮﮞ ﻧﮯ ﺭﻭﻻ ﮈﺍﻝ ﺩﯾﻨﺎ " ﻓﻮﺝ ﮐﺎ ﮐﺎﻡ ﺳﺮﺣﺪﻭﮞ ﮐﯽ ﺣﻔﺎﻇﺖ ﮐﺮﻧﺎ ﮨﮯ ﯾﮩﺎﮞ ﺳﻮﺷﻞ ﻣﯿﮉﯾﺎ ﭘﺮ ﺩﮐﮭﺎﻭﺍ ﮐﺮﻧﮯ ﺁﺟﺎﺗﮯ ﮨﯿﮟ "
ﺍﮔﺮ ﺁﭖ ﮐﺴﯽ ﺳﯿﺎﺳﯽ ﺟﻤﺎﻋﺖ ﮐﯽ ﺣﻤﺎﯾﺖ ﮐﺮﻭ ﺗﻮ ﻣﺨﺎﻟﻒ ﭘﺎﺭﭨﯽ ﻭﺍﻟﻮﮞ ﻧﮯ ﺭﻭﻻ ﮈﺍﻝ ﺩﯾﻨﺎ "ﺩﯾﮑﮭﺎ ﮨﻢ ﻧﮯ ﮐﮩﺎ ﺗﮭﺎ ﻧﺎ ﻓﻼﻧﯽ ﺟﻤﺎﻋﺖ ﮐﮯ ﭘﯿﭽﮭﮯ ﭘﻮﺭﯼ ﻓﻮﺝ ﮐﺎ ﮨﺎﺗﮫ ہے"
ﺍﮔﺮ ﺁﭖ ﺳﯿﺎﺳﺖ ﺳﮯ ﺗﻮﺑﮧ ﮐﺮﻟﻮ ﺗﻮ ﺑﮭﯽ ﺍﻥ ﺳﯿﺎﺳﯽ ﺟﻤﮩﻮﺭﻭﮞ ﮐﻮ ﭼﯿﻦ ﻧﮩﯿﮟ ﻣﻠﻨﺎ ﺍﻭﺭ ﺍﻧﮭﻮﮞ ﻧﮯ ﮐﮩﻨﮯ ﻟﮓ ﺟﺎﻧﺎ "ﺩﯾﮑﮭﺎ ﭘﻮﺭﯼ ﻓﻮﺝ ﺍﺱ ﺟﻤﮩﻮﺭﯾﺖ ﮐﻮ ﻧﺎ ﭘﺴﻨﺪ ﮐﺮﺗﯽ ﮨﮯ . ﯾﮧ ﺁﻣﺮ ﮨﯿﮟ ﮈﮐﭩﯿﭩﺮ ﮨﯿﮟ"
ﺍﮔﺮ ﺁﭖ ﺳﯿﺎﺳﯽ ﺩﮨﺸﺘﮕﺮﺩﯼ ﮐﻮ ﻧﻈﺮ ﺍﻧﺪﺍﺯ ﮐﺮﻭ ﺗﻮ "ﺩﯾﮑﮭﺎ ﻓﻮﺝ ﻧﮯ ﺟﺎﻥ ﺑﻮﺟﮫ ﮐﺮ ﮈﮬﯿﻞ ﺩﯼ ﮨﻮﺋﯽ ﺍﻭﺭ ﮐﻮﺋﯽ ﮐﺎﻡ ﻧﮩﯿﮟ ﮐﺮﺗﯽ"
ﺍﮔﺮ ﺁﭖ ﮐﺴﯽ ﺳﯿﺎﺳﯽ ﺩﮨﺸﺘﮕﺮﺩﯼ ﮐﯽ ﻣﺬﻣﺖ ﮐﺮﻭ ﺗﻮ "ﺩﯾﮑﮭﺎ ﺍﺱ ﺳﯿﺎﺳﯽ ﺟﻤﺎﻋﺖ ﮐﮯ ﺧﻼﻑ ﻓﻮﺝ ﭘﮍﯼ ﮨﻮﺋﯽ ﮨﮯ"
*میرے پیارے بهائیو! ﺟﺲ ﻃﺮﺡ ﺁﭖ ﺍﻧﺴﺎﻥ ﮨﻮ ﻭﯾﺴﮯ ﮨﯽ ﻓﻮﺟﯽ ﺑﮭﯽ ایک ﺍﻧﺴﺎﻥ ﮨﯽ ﮨﻮﺗﺎ ﮨﮯ ﺫﺍﺗﯽ ﺳﻮﭺ ﺍﻭﺭ ﭘﺴﻨﺪ ﻧﺎﭘﺴﻨﺪ ﺑﮭﯽ ﺭﮐﮭﺘﺎ ﮨﮯ، ﺍﺱ ﮐﮯ ﺫﺍﺗﯽ ﻋﻤﻞ ﮐﻮ ﭘﻮﺭﮮ ﺍﺩﺍﺭﮮ ﭘﺮ ﺗﮭﻮﭘﻨﺎ ﺁپ ہی کی کم ظرفی ﮨﻮﺳﮑﺘﯽ ﮨﮯ ﯾﺎ ﭘﮭﺮ ﺁﭘﮑﺎ ﺣﺴﺪ*..
ﺍﭘﻨﯽ پاک ﺳﭙﺎﮦ ﺳﮯ ﭘﯿﺎﺭ ﮐﯿﺠﺌﯿﮯ ﯾﮧ آپکے لئے ہی اپنی جان کی قربانی دیتے ﮨﯿﮟ...
*پاک وطن زندہ باد*
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by the time i reached the 5th observation i had already predicted the "fact".
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