urra lein mazaQ 
boe hotii hoon mae sara sara din 
aur kia khaak keroon gi
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*Originally posted by Kamran-Khan: *
yahan bhi Allah ka shukar hai... Pakistan se kuch friends aaye huwai hain, unkai saath he busy houta houn...
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Good, aap sirf Pakistan say aaye huay friends ko hee entertain kertay ya kaheeN aur say bhi aayen tu aap aisa hee sawagat kero gay. :)
wo aik din meri zindagi mein hee aay ga ya.. 
daagho uncle
am still here
Awwww 
I am not uRaaing mazaaq na, ok apnay alfaaz wapis leta.
pur karu ge kaise … 
waise ja kab rahe hu .. calender dekhnai walla icon
LOL
mae nahi de rahi wapis
baba i was kidding 
good good
aur sunao kya chal raha hai ?
Jee Insha Allah…
Allah aap ko lambi zindagi dey
Hur khushi dey meri hai yeh Dua’a 
OK phir theek hai
fingers se dial keroon gi na no.
hehehe lol
im really really bored okay?? sighzz
*Then it started.
Hauntingly low, like a melody full of remorse, and she waited silently for the invisible tug in her limbs and soon she was dancing as a flickering flame, swaying to the sweet wind and the music that brought her body to life.
Her gossamer nightgown floated around her loosely allowing the wind to float through its thin material to caress her with its coolness.
The music grew faster, losing its note of deep sorrow and she felt her heart soar as she swayed faster.
Snaking her arms above her head, she twirled with her invisible partner letting her platinum gold hair fly around her enjoying the feel of the wind that grew faster with the music as though by magic.
Then the slow notes entered and she let her body move slowly, unwilling to part with this magic, already whispering for the magic not to stop.
She sighed sadly as her arms came down gently, the wind on her face for a last time as though kissing her goodbye, silent with the promise that all was not lost, not till tomorrow at least.
“Farewell”, she whispered to the darkness, to the silent stranger who she would never meet.
Feeling tears pricking at her eyes that had turned deep violet she turned, throwing her cloak over her shoulders and ran back to her home so she could at least catch a few hours of snatched sleep. *
man this is like the never endding tread 
awwwwwwww thanks alot for da duas
phir kub aa rahay hian ap?
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*Originally posted by WiseGuy: *
OK phir theek hai :D
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:p
Daagho uncle bus jee GS hee chal rahi hai :D :D
very nice Xara, keep writing.
PS By the way Congrats. 
Jab bhi Pakistan jaaon ga will stay in Dubaai for few days, waheen say phir kuch bataaon ga.
thanks
but everythings soooo boring tday and the worst thing… the suns up damn…
You are bored too, ya Allah yahan saray log itna bore kyu hotay haiN. :halo:
you got somthing in you eyes