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we want changes


Hum asi mulk se hai jaha


The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho Part 1


The boy's name was Santiago. Dusk was falling as the boy arrived with his herd at an abandoned church. The roof had fallen in long ago, and an enormous sycamore had grown on the spot where the sacristy had once stood. He decided to spend the night there. He saw to it that all the sheep entered through the ruined gate, and then laid some planks across it to prevent the flock from wandering away during the night. There were no wolves in the region, but once an animal had strayed during the night, and the boy had had to spend the entire next day searching for it. 
He swept the floor with his jacket and lay down, using the book he had just finished reading as a pillow. He told himself that he would have to start reading thicker books: they lasted longer, and made more comfortable pillows. It was still dark when he awoke, and, looking up, he could see the stars through the half-destroyed roof. 
I wanted to sleep a little longer, he thought. He had had the same dream that nigh…

wo sab masoom se bachy

وہ سب معصوم سے بچے؛ تلاش رزق میں گم ہیں
جنہیں تتلی پکڑنا تھی, جنہیں باغوں میں ہونا تھا

when you fit in your father's shoes its mean you are not a kid any more


Some heros don't only act in movies


Kesi larki se mat kehna

ﮐﺴﯽ ﻟﮍﮐﯽ ﺳﮯ ﻧﮧ ﮐﮩﻨﺎ !!
ﮐﺴﯽ ﻟﮍﮐﯽ ﺳﮯ ﻣﺖ ﮐﮩﻨﺎ

ﮐﮧ ﺍﺱ ﺳﮯ ﭘﯿﺎﺭ ﮐﺮﺗﮯ ﮬﻮ

ﺍﮔﺮ ﺍﮎ ﺑﮯ ﺩﮬﯿﺎﻧﯽ ﻣﯿﮟ
ﯾﮧ ﺍﻗﺮﺍﺭ ﮐﺮ ﺑﯿﭩﮭﮯ
ﮐﺴﯽ ﺳﮯ ﭘﯿﺎﺭ ﮐﺮ ﺑﯿﭩﮭﮯ

ﺗﻮ ﭘﮭﺮ ﻭﻋﺪﻭﮞ ﮐﯽ ﺩﻭﮌﻭﮞ ﻣﯿﮟ

ﺍﻟﺠﮫ ﮐﺮ ﭨﻮﭦ ﺟﺎﺅ ﮔﮯ

ﺗﻤﮭﺎﺭﮮ ﭘﯿﺎﺭ ﮐﺎ ﺍﺱ ﮐﻮ
ﺍﮔﺮ ﺍﺣﺴﺎﺱ ﮬﻮ ﺟﺎﺋﮯ
ﺗﻮ ﮬﻮ ﺳﮑﺘﺎ ﮬﮯ ﺗﻢ ﺍﺱﮐﺎ
ﺭﻧﮓ ﻭ ﺭﻭﭖ ﺑﻦ ﺟﺎﺅ
ﻣﺤﺒﺖ ﮐﮯ ﺳﻔﺮ ﻣﯿﮟ ﺷﺎﯾﺪ
ﺍﯾﺴﺎ ﻣﻮﮌ ﺁ ﺟﺎﺋﮯ
ﮐﮧ ﺗﻢ ﻧﺎﺭﺍﺿﮕﯽ ﮐﺎ
ﺑﺮﻣﻼ ﺍﻇﮩﺎﺭ ﮐﺮ ﺑﯿﭩﮭﮯ
ﮐﻮﺋﯽ ﺍﻧﮑﺎﺭ ﮐﺮ ﺑﯿﭩﮭﮯ

ﺗﻮ ﯾﮧ ﺳﻤﺠﮭﻮ ﮐﻮﺋﯽ ﺷﯿﺸﮧ
ﮐﻮﺋﯽ ﺩﻝ ﭨﻮﭦ ﺟﺎﺋﮯ ﮔﺎ
ﮐﮧ ﺍﻥ ﮐﮯ ﺩﻝ ﺑﮩﺖ ﻧﺎﺯﮎ