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“Shone for Nothing” – a dialogue

 

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Introduction:

This is the story of Aylan Kurdi the 3 years old Syria kid who drowned in the sea and his body was found on the shore. But the story basically represents the condition ad thinking of every Syrian child who wants nothing but a safer place to live with his friends and family.

“Shone for Nothing”

– In complete darkness suddenly there’s thunder and lightning, a boat could be seen trying to make its way through the violent waves while carrying its passengers. Lights turn on.

Among other people and boy could be seen sitting while holding its mother’s arm. Fear had already taken over the thoughts of everyone which their faces are mirroring.

Boy (terrified): how long will it take? When will we reach our home?

Mother (striking his hair): I don’t know exactly but don’t worry that will be a better and safe place for you.

Boy: Safer than our home?

Mother: Yes safer than your home, we will make a new home there, will buy toys for you and you will get to go to school as well.

Boy: would Ali and Omran be there?

Mother: no, maybe soon. But you can make new friends there.

Boy: But I don’t want new friends. Ali and Omran were to show me their new football. Are the people at “the better place” affable?

Mother: yes they are, (to herself) that’s all we are hoping for.

( Thunder and lightning, the boy get scared and hold his mother more tightly the mother try to calm him down by singing the famous Syrian lullaby:

” Lail-a tanam

Lail-a tanam…”

The boy loses the grip)

Boy (calm but curious): Mother?

Mother: Yes?

Boy (pointing towards the sky): when would we be able to see the stars?

Mother: when the storm will be over

Boy: But why is it taking too long?

Mother: don’t worry, when the tunnel is dark, only then you can see the light at the end. That light keeps us alive.

Boy: Stars have the light too. I want to be a star. I want to be up there, high in the sky, you know why?

Mother: why?

Boy: so that the good people could see me when I will be up there shining brightly they could see me and save me from “the bad people”.

Mother (smiling): (to her) people don’t look up to the sky unless they are surrounded by darkness.

(Silence again followed by a strong and loud thunder and lightning. waves shaking the boat violently. loud screams and a sudden darkness.)

(When lights turn on, few people with life jackets on could be seen floating in with drowned boat’s wrecks.

Mother: (sobbing and screaming) “Aylan, Aylan?”

Complete darkness.

Seashore with Aylan’s body. Mother (dressed as a spirit) standing at the corner of the stage looking at the body in complete distress.

Monologue.

Mother: *sigh* a better place? (Sobbing) “Up there”? So that people can see you? hunh. My child my star, a little has changed after you. I see countries who build walls and other don’t want us. You shone for nothing. Your brother shone for nothing. We shone for nothing. Like Aylan, many Syrians who chose to leave end up washed away on foreign shores. And those who do end making the journey to safety sometimes end up witnessing the ugly face of intolerance and bigotry. Is this what he wanted to shine for? Is this what he wanted to be a star for? He doesn’t want his place in headlines but he wants the answer.

“Language of Love”

Short Story:

“Language of Love”

 

She hastily took a piece of paper with a sandwich in it and ran toward the door. Stopping for a while, trying to put on her shoe she glanced over the words carved on a wall hanging. After successfully putting on her shoes she rushed toward the door. It was not for the first time that she was getting late for her job. She nearly ran toward the corner of the street, from where her van used to pick her up. It was a pleasant morning. The Sun was trying to make its way through the clouds while the wind didn’t seem to help him since it blew the clouds back. Everyone was in a hurry; few were rushing towards their offices while others were accompanying their children on the way to their school. The Chirping of the birds was overcome by the sound of traffic horns. It’s the time of the day when everyone is excited about the upcoming adventures of the day.

 

As she was having her breakfast while waiting for her van she saw a beautiful little girl in a school uniform standing near her. The girl was looking at her as if she knew her. Suddenly a school van stopped near that little girl and the girl rode away. Eliza became curious and delighted at the same time at the act of that little girl. In the meanwhile, her van arrived and she started her journey toward her office.

 

The next day as Eliza arrived at the bus stop a bit earlier, she noticed the girl standing there again and looking at her with the same glow in her eyes as it was there a day before. Eliza smiled back at her and she could see the joy on the girl’s face. Eliza felt contented as she became the reason of someone’s smile.

 

Now, this event became a part of her daily routine. Eliza was always there waiting for her and she started arriving a bit earlier at the spot in order to see the joyful face of the girl. This routine continued every day except on the weekend.

 

One Monday as Eliza arrived at the Bus stop she noticed the girl standing there at the side of the road where Eliza used to wait for her van. And today she was there with her mother. Eliza greeted her mother and smiled as usual at the girl and both left for their respective destinations.

 

Next day when Eliza arrived at the spot the girl was not there. She became worried about her, but there was not a single way to communicate with the girl or to know the reason of her absence.  That was the day when Eliza realized that, that little girl had changed everything about her. She used to be the girl who never cared about anything and anyone but that single smile of that little girl meant everything to her. That smile let her forget her worries. A Smile is itself a therapy when it casts its spell, it breaks all other magic.

 

On the very next day as Eliza went to the spot she was delighted to find the girl there already waiting for her anxiously. As she approached her she asked her mom about her absence and her mother replied that”Muskan was ill so she took a leave”. “Muskan”, Eliza recalled, “So that’s what her name is, as pleasant as her cute little self”, refreshing smile illuminated her face. That day she felt a strong desire to talk to her and to know more about her.

 

She tried to accomplish that goal a few days later as upon seeing the girl she greeted her but in response, the girl spoke nothing and smiled. After thinking for a while she again asked Muskan about her school, in order to start a conversation, but she didn’t reply instead she stood still looking at her. Eliza changed the question and asked her about her favorite cartoon character but still Muskan, with her “Muskan on” replied nothing.  That made Eliza curious and worried at the same time. She sat before the girl looking at her for a while.

 

As she stood up Muskan’s mother approached here. Before she could say anything a tear rolled on her cheek.  “Muskan really likes you, She always waits for you before she could leave for school.”, “But Why, I mean, I never talked to her, Is there any reason for it?” Asked Eliza curiously.

 

“Yes there is, and it’s the smile, whenever she smiles at you, you always smile back at her.”, Eliza looked at the girl who was still smiling, “But why she never spoke” asked Eliza, “Because”Muskan’s mother replied with a sigh “She cannot hear, nor speak, she is deaf and a mute”.

 

Eliza was startled! Eliza never talked to her never ever communicated with her but then how could she think her to be the only one who could understand her. Muskan’s mom deduced her thoughts and taught her something she didn’t know and she never considered, “there are many people around the world who cannot understand your language but it doesn’t mean you cannot communicate with them. You can easily communicate and make them understand if you know the language of love, kindness, and affection. And that is the only reason Muskan without knowing what you are saying, can still understand you. Sometimes being deaf is a blessing as words hurt more but knowing to communicate in a language of love is more than a blessing. And as love begets love, both of you are blessed,” Muskan’s mother continued to speak while all Eliza could recall were the words carved on that wall hanging near her front door, which for the first time were making sense to her “Listen with ears of tolerance! See through the eyes of compassion! Speak with the language of love”.

 

Different kind of people you will find during Jalsa

 

Different kinds of people you will find during Jalsa. (A colorful side of Jalsa’s Picture)

As Jalsa season is taking over the world with rain of blessings and Jalsa UK has ended while jalsa germany is just around the corner here is a list of people you may find during Jalsa.

This person is *always* keeping an eye on you because we all are responsible for security.

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The Uncle:

You may not know him but he knows everything about you. How? That’s still a mystery.

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Rishta­finder Uncle/Aunty:

That person have eye of eagle. Be it an uncle or a lady they can spot all the attributes in you that could make you a perfect match for their son or daughter.

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A Lost kid:

In a quest of finding perfect place near stage this kid may has been left alone by his parents. Wipe his nose and take him to the stage before he explodes with a cry and make you appear like a kidnapper.

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Your Twitter follower:

If some random person calls you with your twitter name don’t worry that might be one of your follower. Be ready to let them know why you don’t follow them back.

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An Instagram Photographer:

Squatting in a middle of road, leaning sideways, taking a 360° turn, if you are worried about someone doing that don’t worry that might be some instagrammer trying to keep its followers “updated” during jalsa. Go to them suggest some perfect angles and remind them:” don’t forget to tag me”

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A Pakistani:

A person whose tears are ready to roll down upon every single moment of Jalsa that must a Pakistani attending Jalsa UK while missing Jalsa Rabwah.

The Alou Hunter:

No matter how many they already have eaten they still can’t resist their temptation of stealing an alou out of your plate.

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During the days of Jalsa Ahmadis all around the world celebrate it in their own ways. Be it Twitter or Instagram, during Jalsa, they become another of the Main Marquee. So here are some of those: ( for both #JalsaUK and #JalsaGermany)

Blast_From_Past People:

Before every jalsa they will give you a recap of everyone’s tweet about previous one:

 

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Will keep you updated about every moment:

 

 

Social Media’s Slogan Incharge.

From this person with every emotional moment at jalsa you can find a tweet on your TL like:

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The Quiz Geek:

No question from @JalsaUK’s Quiz can escape with being answered by them. Even if they are wrong in the first attempt nothing can stop them from taking another chance.

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TL as Jalsa’s Stage:

On Twitter there is proper arrangement to make it feel like a part of jalsa considering slogans and live updates but another fun fact is Twitter Jalsa Attendance count:

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After_Jalsa_Vibes:

And at last like all of us, there are those who feels like Jalsa has been gone with a flash/ blink and are not ready to let it go easily.

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Jokes aside,all these are like the pieces of puzzles without whom a perfect picture of Jalsa is incomplete.

 

“10 days of spiritual rendezvous with Allah”

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“10 days of spiritual rendezvous with Allah”

The Holy month of Ramazan has just ended blessing us with a lot of time to spend in the remembrance of Allah. It was a month of practice, an opportunity for us to revive our connection with our God, though, after that it should not remain confined only to these few days. Holy Prophet (s.a.w) showed us a way to make this connection even stronger with Aitaqaf, as Um-ul-Momenen Hazrat Ayesha (R.A) narrated: “The Prophet (s.a.w) used to practice aitaqaf in the last ten days of Ramazan until his death”. According to another hadith, he (s.a.w) referred the rewards of atiqaf equals to Umrah and hajj.

Alhamdulillah, I got an opportunity to do aytaqaf this month again and I decided to write this blog as I was asked by one of the fellows to share the experience. Following lines will include general ideas from personal experience which could as per my experience, help you to earn more out of it.

The idea is to start with small steps and changes and adding more to them as we move on towards the end of Ramazan.

First thing first you have to get yourself regular not only with prayers but with Tahajud as well. If you are not already regular with it start it at the beginning of Ramazan. offer nawafil and gradually increase the number.

Another important thing is the recitation of Holy Quran. If you are good and fluent with talafuz it takes almost 45-50 min to complete one part/juz every day you can complete one complete recitation of Quran or two during Ramazan. If you are already good with your pace to start off with translation this time and then taking the next step select a chapter and start with tafsir of it. This way, gradually, you will be making progress toward understanding Allah’s message to you.

Try to learn new prayers in Arabic for which I used “Khazena tu Dua” compiled by Hafiz Muzafar Ahmad sahib. Start with comparatively small prayers and decorate your Salat with them and make it a proper gift by you for Allah.

And how can we forget books so for that grab any book on the life of Prophets and Promised Messiah (A.S)  Start with Deebacha Tafseer ul Quran i.e Life of Muhammad(s.a.w) then Seerat Khatam un Nabeeyen (s.a.w) and Hayat e Tayyaba by Molvi Abdul Qadir Sodagarmal and Seerat ul Mahdi (A.S) . These books are so well compiled and keep your interest bound till the end and it’s not easy to put them down once you start reading them.

Note down few important aspects from these books and apply them to your daily life. For example reciting “Subhanallah wabwhumdihi Subhanallahil Azeem” regularly was a habit of Promised Messiah A.S, add few similar habits to your life to beautify it.

Finally get an aytaqaf diary to keep a daily record of your progress note down your progress of tilawat, books and personal experiences that will help you to keep up the pace and improve it as self-analysis is the best teacher.

Once you get used to this routine in Ramazan it would become easy for you to apply these reforms in your daily life.

 

 

“Life full of Complications”

         “Life full of Complications”

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Life is a synonym of continuous struggle. It’s itself is full of mysteries yet we human never leave any chance to make it more and more complicated for ourselves. We have surrounded ourselves so much in our own *Brain Games* that at the end we are unable to find a safe escape from our own thoughts.

        In our daily life routine from dawn to dusk all we try to do is to please everyone around us neglecting what actually we want. And in doing so all we get is distractions and disappointments. Its good to care about others but neglecting your happiness will yield nothing positive.We are trapped in self made web of thoughts which has nothing to do with reality. having a positive life depend wholly on having positive thoughts,less you surround yourself with negative thoughts more happy your life will be.

Always hoping for some thing big  we are neglecting simple things in our life.

       Chinese philosopher Confucius sums it all up as:

Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated.”

            Was going through some pins few days back when i found this simple formula of having a happy life:

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       Life is like a story,and every story has an end and a moral as well,so stop wasting your time in making your story complicated and make it a story with best ending and a great moral.

Stay blessed.:)

وہ جنہوں نے جان سی عزیز شے بھی تیرے حبیب پے وار دی

 

 

وہی سوالات وہی جوابات اگرکچھ بدلا ہے تو خدا اور اس کے رسول کی خاطر اپنی جان  قربان کرنے والے کا نام .

وہی کہانی وہی اختتام اگر فرق ہے تو کردار کے نام کا .

مگر آخر یہ کہانی کب تک چلے گی،ہمارے پیاروں کے خوں سے کھیلی جانے والی ہولی آخر کب جاری رہے گی.؟

 

                        “کیا کہیں کس سے کہیں کیسے کہیں شرح ستم 

                          کوئی پیرایہ نظر آتا نہیں اظہار کا “

 

اسلام تو بلا امتیاز رنگ و نسل فرقہ واعتقاد کے سب انسانوں کے لیے انصاف طلب کرنے کی  تعلیم دیتا ہے مگر غزہ میں ہونے والے ظلم و ستم  پر رونےوالے پہلے اپنا  الو کیوں سیدھا نہیں کرتے ؟ ان یہودیوں کو اپنے عمل سے اسلام کو سلامتی کے دین کے طور پر پیش کیوں نہیں کرتے ؟

   ہم تو نہ ان ابتلاوں سے گھبراۓ تھے نہ گھبرانے والے ہیں کیوں کے مسیح وقت جس کے آنے کی خبر قرآن و احادیث میں دی گئی تھی اور دراصل جسکو ماننا ہی ہمارا جرم ہے اس نے ان ابتلاوں کے پیچھے چھپے ترقی کے راز کو یوں بیان کیا ہے کے :

   

                       “سر است زیر تبر صادقان مخلص را 

                         کہ نازند سر قومے کہ دار بلا باشد “

یعنی 

  “سچے مخلص لوگوں کا سر اس لیے تبر کے نیچے ہوتا ہے کہ تا قوم کا سر جو مشکلات میں مبتلا ہیں رہائی پاۓ  “

 

     یہ ابتلایں اور شہادتیں ہمارے لیے زندگی بخش رس ہیں جیسا کہ حضرت خلیفته المسیح الرابع( رحمت الله ) نے فرمایا :

  “ہم خدا کے بندے ہیں اور خدا کے مومن بندے ہیں 

ہم ہلاکتوں سے زندگیاں نچوڑنا جانتے ہیں اس لیے 

یہ جتنی ہلاکتیں ہمارے لیے تجویز کریں گے اتنی ہی

 زیادہ ہم زندگی کا رس ان ہلاکتوں سے نچوڑ لیں گے

 وہ رس ہمیں مزید زندہ کرتا چلا جاۓ گا “


ہمارا تو واحد سہارا خدا کی ذات ہے . جس کے پاس ہی ان ظالموں کے لیے سزا اورہمارے صبر اور قربانیوں کی جزا ہے:

 

  “خدا کی خاطر قربانیاں کرنے والوں کی جزا محدود نہیں ہوتی 

 کیونکہ خدا وہ ذات ہے جو لامحدود ہے اور اس پر کوئی فنا نہیں 

 اس لیے اپ کو خوشخبری ہو کہ آپ کی قربانیوں کی جزا آپ کی ذات تک محدود نہیں بلکہ تاقیامت آپ کی نسلیں ان قربانیوں کا پھل کھاتی رہیں گی “

حضرت خلیفته المسیح الرابع( رحمت الله ) )

   

    پس:

            “عدوجب بڑھ گیا شور و فغاں میں

                نہاں ہم ہوگۓ یار نہاں میں.”

 

 

یا رب فاسمع دعائی و مزق اعدائک و اعدائی و انجز وعدک وانصر عبدک وارنا ایامک و شھرلنا حسامک ولا تذر من الکافرین شریرا

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“میں یہ کس کے نام لکھوں “

 

             

آج دن کا آغاز ہوا تو اس قوم پر آنے والی تاریکی کے ساۓ اور گہرے ہو گۓ  دھرتی ماتا کا حق ادا کرنے اور اپنی قوم کی خدمت کے لیے آنے والے مسیحا کو صرف احمدی ہونے کی وجہ سے شہید کر دیا گیا زہن میں اٹھنے والے چند سوالات سکون کو میلوں دور دھکیل دیتے ہیں 

کیا احمدی انسان نہیں؟

کیا احمدیوں کو جینے کا حق نہیں؟

کیا اس ملک میں جس کے قیام کے لیے ہم نے قربانیاں دی ہمیں رہنے کا کوئی حق نہیں؟

کیا اس ملک میں جس کی حفاظت کے لیے ہم نے جانیں دی ہمیں رہنے کا کوئی حق نہیں؟

 

اور ہمارے معاشرے کے مطابق ان تمام سوالات کے جوابات نفی میں ہیں مگر آخر کب تک یہ قوم یونہی جہالت کے لحافوں کو اوڑھے سوئی رہے گی آخر کب تک ملا کی اندھی تقلید کرتی رہے گی آخر کب تک اس زمانے کی بد ترین مخلوق کے ہاتھوں کھلونا بن کر معصوم اور بےگناہ افراد کو ازیت اور غم میں مبتلا کرتی رہے گی 

ہمارے پیاروں کو تکلیف دے کے ہمارے اپنوں کو شہید کر کے کیا یہ غافل سمجھتے ہیں ہم ڈر جایں گے؟

ہاں ہم ڈرتے ہیں خوفزدہ ہوتے ہیں پر موت کے خوف سے نہیں تم لوگوں کے انجام کے خوف سے 

ہاں ہم ڈرتے ہیں غمزدہ ہوتے ہیں موت کے غم سے نہیں اسلام کے تم لوگوں کے ہاتھوں بدنام ہونے کے غم سے

ہاں ہم ڈرتے ہیں پریشان ہوتے ہیں موت کی پریشانی سے نہیں اپنے اس ملک کی بدنامی سے جسکی بنیادوں میں ہمارا لہو بھی شامل ہے 

 

موت سے ڈر پریشانی اور خوف تو ہمیں تب ہو جب ہم جھوٹے ہوں ہم تو روز اپنے ساتھ اپنے مولا کی نصرت دیکھتے ہیں ہم تو روز اپنے مولا کے شیر کی رہنمائی میں آگے ہی  آگے بڑھتے جا رہے ہیں 

   ارے نادانوں ڈرنا تو تمہیں چاہیے اس خدا سے جسکے ہاں دیر ہے اندھیر نہیں ڈرو اس وقت سے جب وہ خدا تمہاری پکڑ کو آتے گا

ہمارے ہاتھ میں تو دعاوں کی ڈھال ہے ہم اپنے مولا کے آگے  ہی جھکتے اور مدد مانگتے تھے ہیں اور رہیں گے خدا تم لوگوں کو ہدایت دے اور ہمارے اور تمھارے درمیان فیصلہ کرے.

رَبَّنَا افْتَحْ بَيْنَنَا وَبَيْنَ قَوْمِنَا بِالْحَقِّ وَأَنتَ خَيْرُ الْفَاتِحِينَ      

 

                                  

“Story Of Land Of Persecution”

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                            “There happen to be a land surrounded by peace and prosperity, filled with love and blossoming flowers of brotherhood. But all of a sudden dense clouds of persecution took all over the atmosphere and then hailstorm of hatred destroyed the peace leaving all around the ruins of brotherhood.It was about 1989 when some Mullah and their companion villagers tried to create unrest while gathering people and convincing them to burn houses of the Ahmadiyya Community on the killing of their companion,a man killed while looting a house of an Ahmadi, just to create a whole Scenario against Ahmadies.All this became the only reason of massive destruction. They burnt and destroyed everything i.e. houses, furniture, animals even fields of some Ahmadi farmers were demolished and women were beaten by them. During that a little Ahmadi girl of about 9 Years, Nabeela, was killed due to firing of attackers who burnt their house down.
                         After that they headed toward the mosque along with Police and killed an Ahmadi Young Man, Nazir Saqi, who was famous because of his bravery, by Police. Another Ahmadi Khadim, Rafiq Ahmad, was killed in front of his house by those extremist that day. All that happened in the presence of Police Officials and they played their *much needed part* in it as well. Our neighbors allowed us to stay that night at their house. After spending that horrible night we left our village the next day. The whole village was covered with a dense fog of unrest and hatred against Ahmadies.
                Ahmadies were forced to make choice either to leave Ahmadiyyat or their houses, many Ahmadies left their houses and everything they had, just for their belief. Many people came back to their houses,after few months and even years,but the seed of hatred was sowed.”
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               That was the story (some highlighted part of it) told by my mother to us about her village. A village whose peace was ruined by so called “Defenders Of Islam”. And that’s actually not the end of persecution that wave of hatred had now acquired the form of a heredity component transferring generation after generation. That component again showed its best on 4 September, 2003 when a well known “Scholar” of a village mosque was being murdered by some “Unknown” people and again some renowned Ahmadies were being accused of murder. Almost 10 people got arrested during the investigation all were set free accept 3 of them including 2 from our family. The trail was being carried out and all three of them were being given the death penalty. In short they spent 7 1/2 years of their Life without abiding any law in jail before they were set free. 
                     But again that hatred didn’t stop. Threats were given by the villagers to them and they left their village in order to save their lives and faith. They left the place where they spend their childhood, the most precious part of one’s life. They sold their houses where they were born and spend many happy moments.
          Even after that these “Defenders” of Islam don’t let any stone unturned in persecuting Ahmadies of Chak Sikandar. Boards and Banners, Wall chalking and stickers, all sources were availed by them to provoke hatred.
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And that’s not only the story of Chak Sikandar, almost every village every city or town in Pakistan has the same situation. Whether it’s in Sialkot, Faisalabad, Lahore, Rawalpindi, Karachi or in Quetta Ahmadies are being Persecuted everywhere because of their faith due to which they are forced to leave that place or even in many cases their country. All that hatred and persecution resulted in nothing but a continuous wave of unrest in society. The need of the hour is to detect and cut down the roots of hatred which has been planted among us long ago, because of which brotherhood and peace has been demolished and that’s the only mean by which we can save and bring brotherhood, prosperity and harmony back to our beloved motherland, Pakistan.

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