tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-139894042024-03-13T08:35:35.540+05:00ABSTRACT DIARYThis blog is about my abstract thoughts about the world inside me and around me !Anaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924noreply@blogger.comBlogger78125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-29987149501525899272015-06-18T21:54:00.001+05:002015-06-18T21:55:06.517+05:00Ramadan 2015<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The best month of the year has Arrived.<br />
I hope I will try my best in this Ramadan.<br />
Ramadan Mubarak!!!<br />
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Anaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-90490547466405298962013-10-17T14:03:00.001+05:002013-10-17T14:03:23.489+05:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The things which are not in my control can not be helped . So I just need to let them go . <br /><br /><br />I just have to suffer patiently and silently ,,,,and wait for it to over . <br /><br />But some where inside it is killing me .....<br />
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Anaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-39365092174291353112013-08-13T20:59:00.001+05:002013-08-13T20:59:33.174+05:00Bad Guys<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
In the end , bad guys with good hearts have to die (Conclusion drawn from epic action Drama).</div>
Anaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-53463485177714555342013-07-22T02:48:00.000+05:002013-07-22T02:48:10.658+05:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Whenever I get sick , I become so unbearable.....<br />
I just don't know why everything looks so bleak sometimes (read most of the time ) . No matter how many times I tell myslef to see the glass half full not half empty . Sometime it seems like nothing will please me . I am so complex and have become so unpredictable . Now I even can't predict myself..........But I will get better , Insha-Allah :-)<br />
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Remind me of Kite Runner's Famous Line "Zindagi Mizgara - Life goes on " </div>
Anaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-35463470792467861992013-07-17T07:35:00.000+05:002013-07-17T07:35:06.225+05:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
My aunt passed away day before yesterday . She was an amazing woman and her conduct was exemplary . She was so loving ....even she is no more I can still feel her love & warmth and will cherish them rest of my life .<br />
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May she rest in peace and May Allah grant her highest place in jannah . Ameen<br />
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Asman Teri Lehad Par Shabnam Afshani Kare<br /> Sabza-e-Nourasta Iss Ghar Ki Nighebani Kare<br /><br /> May the sky shed its dew upon your grave!<br /> May the freshly grown verdure watch over your home!</div>
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Anaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-54852706584323649712013-03-01T00:23:00.002+05:002013-03-01T00:23:27.286+05:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I was reading my secret diary today , and a sentence I wrote last year strike me big time . Here it is</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> "I am living life but there is no life inside me "</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Of late I have realized that I am pretty melancholy person. </span></div>
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Anaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-52543860193478566972013-02-13T00:45:00.001+05:002013-02-13T00:45:54.266+05:00Grief<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">" Don't run away from grief, O Soul<br />
Look for the Remedy inside the Pain.<br />
Because the Rose came from the Thorn<br />
And the Ruby came from a Stone. "</span></span></span></div>
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Anaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-44089253063895837832013-02-10T18:04:00.000+05:002013-02-10T18:04:21.053+05:00I Cry<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I Cry<br /><br />Sometimes when I'm alone<br />I Cry,<br />Cause I am on my own.<br />The tears I cry are bitter and warm.<br />They flow with life but take no form<br />I Cry because my heart is torn.<br />I find it difficult to carry on.<br />If I had an ear to confide in,<br />I would cry among my treasured friend,<br />but who do you know that stops that long,<br />to help another carry on.<br />The world moves fast and it would rather pass by.<br />Then to stop and see what makes one cry,<br />so painful and sad.<br />And sometimes...<br />I Cry<br />and no one cares about why. </span></div>
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Anaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-6646316927268086252013-02-10T01:05:00.001+05:002013-02-10T01:05:55.025+05:00Bend or Break<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Anaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-30885850280161133592012-07-10T01:59:00.002+05:002012-07-10T01:59:42.075+05:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Life is killing me these days ..............</div>Anaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-80243570119617911732012-03-17T01:16:00.003+05:002012-03-17T01:17:53.924+05:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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</div>Anaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-62304120227226069842012-03-04T20:09:00.002+05:002012-03-04T20:19:53.510+05:00<div style="text-align: center;">I just came to peek , but now I do not want to go .<br /><br /><br />Spring has arrived in our world , and beautiful flowers blossom in every nook and cranny but there is autumn , Autumn in my heart .<br /><br /></div>Anaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-16876222169566413302012-03-01T22:56:00.002+05:002012-03-01T23:05:06.228+05:00Light<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">"Do not be afraid of shadows .It shows that there is light nearby."</span><br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">But how long one can endure darkness ? This is really a big question ,Though it's answer is very simple...when you can't avoid it , face it and face it with brave heart .</span>Anaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-38082596432580540732011-06-26T08:55:00.003+05:002011-06-26T09:04:09.356+05:00Footsteps<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Well,I am back.I missed writing exceedignly but I did not feel like doing it....</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">One thing to share diary! I am walking again on the same footsteps which I left behind nine years ago .I am hoping for the best and giving my best shot this time around and rest leaving to Allah(s.w.t)</span></div>Anaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-24716036682177286152010-03-22T21:33:00.002+05:002010-03-22T21:36:49.789+05:00Self pity<p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:180%;">S</span>elf pity is a self inflicted suffering And gratitude is the ticket out of misery and self absorption.</span></p><p> </p>Anaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-60657113273806317532010-02-26T16:23:00.002+05:002010-02-26T16:31:38.951+05:00Death..<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Yesterday I read about Razi Talib in an article of Daily Jang by Rauf Kalasarah. My instant reaction was why I read the article as it was a quite sad piece of writing about a teenage boy who lost his life due to over speeding ,but these kind of things or I should say death teaches us many things about life .<br />I read some face book entries by Razi Talib as curiosity took me there. I saw some pictures of traffic ticket which was given to him. He loved driving fast, and when his car met accident week earlier he was driving 150. One of his friends lost his life instantly and he remained in coma for a week and then lost his life. I read about his father and how he is bearing this great loss. He was not wearing seat belt while driving150. I feel so sorry for him and his friend; young guys should not get involved in these kinds of foolish activities. May Allah Grant Them Jannah and give patience to their families for bearing this great loss. To Allah we belong and to Him we shall return.<br />We never know when will be our time of leaving so we should prepare ourselves by doing good deeds, Life is too short and time flies, so catch it before it is too late.<br />Last night I made a vow to my self that I will try to improve my life .I will try to become a good Muslim .I will try to learn the lesson which death teaches us now and then …… </span></div>Anaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-33652085110932571752009-09-01T17:00:00.002+06:002009-09-01T17:06:57.048+06:00In memory of Muhammad bin qasim<div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong><em>The story of Muhammad bin Qasim's invasion of Sindh is one of the romances of history.</em></strong></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Imád-uddín Muhammad bin Qasim bin Yusuf Sakifi was an Umayyad general who conquered the Sindh and Punjab regions along the Indus river at the age of seventeen on 10th Ramadan. He was born in the city of Taif. The conquest of Sindh and Punjab began the Islamic era in South Asia and continues to lend the Sindh province of Pakistan the nickname Bab-e-Islam (The Gateway of Islam).</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">At the age of seventeen, he was sent by Caliph Al-Walid I on the recommendation of Hajjaj to lead an army towards South Asia into what are today the Sindh and Punjab regions of Pakistan.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Dr.Ishwari Prasad wrote in his book</span><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#6666cc;">Buoyed up with great expectations that were formed of him on account of his youthful and warlike spirit, this gallant prince started on his Indian expedition, well-accoutred, with 6000 picked Syrian and Iraqian warrior sent by hajjaj , with an equal number of armed camel-riders and a baggage train of 3,000 Bactrian camels.</span></em></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Muhammad bin Qasim form one of the most brilliant chapters in the history of the Muslim rulers of Indo-Pakistan. He was a born leader and a man of versatile genius. He was a poet, a patriot, a statesman and an accomplished administrator. His tender age, impressive figure, his dauntless courage and noble bravery, his brilliant victories in battles and wise method of administration and lastly his sudden and tragic end make the story of his short and illustrious life one of the romances of history. He was strong against opponents and tender-hearted to his friends.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> According to al-Marzubani,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <em><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong>Muhammad bin Qasim was one of the great men of all times.</strong></span></em> </span></div>Anaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-53360155113928916412009-06-04T15:42:00.003+06:002009-06-04T15:52:40.162+06:00Life<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I am hating my life,myself and people around me too.I know this is just a phase .i know life goes on and life will go on ....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Three passions have governed my life:<br />The longings for love, the search for knowledge,<br />And unbearable pity for the suffering of [humankind].<br /><br />Love brings ecstasy and relieves loneliness.<br />In the union of love I have seen<br />In a mystic miniature the prefiguring vision<br />Of the heavens that saints and poets have imagined.<br />With equal passion I have sought knowledge.<br />I have wished to understand the hearts of [people].<br />I have wished to know why the stars shine.<br /><br />Love and knowledge led upwards to the heavens,<br />But always pity brought me back to earth;<br />Cries of pain reverberated in my heart<br />Of children in famine, of victims tortured<br />And of old people left helpless.<br />I long to alleviate the evil, but I cannot,<br />And I too suffer.<br /><br />This has been my life; I found it worth living.<br />By Bertrand Russell </span>Anaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-31352946167630811222009-04-16T16:52:00.003+06:002009-04-16T16:57:59.805+06:00Legends of the fall<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">One of my all time favourite Movie</span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#4E93AA;"><em><strong>Some people hear their own inner voices with great cleanness.<br />And they live by what they hear.<br />Such people become crazy, or they become legends </strong></em></span></div>Anaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-66974011985165519962009-03-26T19:02:00.005+05:002009-03-26T20:16:36.517+05:00GET Well Soon<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R-sZBYqLW5A/ScuLLJhRDZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/BKxMyq5I420/s1600-h/PleaseGetWellSoon.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317496808691273106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R-sZBYqLW5A/ScuLLJhRDZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/BKxMyq5I420/s400/PleaseGetWellSoon.gif" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;">Sending my brightest wishes to Sonia Ayesha‘s Mother<br />Aunt , Wishing you Health, Happiness and Quick Recovery</span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317497011927432274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R-sZBYqLW5A/ScuLW-oivFI/AAAAAAAAAEA/I8a0OqCgXpg/s400/get_well_soon_6.gif" border="0" />Anaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-67760883435481472512009-03-13T16:41:00.003+05:002009-03-13T16:54:22.420+05:00Long March<div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"The Darkest hour of the night comes just before the dawn</span> "</div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">listen this master piece written by Aaitzaz Ahsan ,sung by Laal Band.</span><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5IVkY4sGChE&hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" fs="1"></embed> </div>Anaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-57096204972007915172009-03-02T14:29:00.003+05:002009-03-02T14:53:34.543+05:00My First Day At College<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I wrote this story nearly five years ago for the story telling competition at PACC .</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>1ST January 2001 was my first day at College. I was so happy and a little scared. As you all know it has become customary with the seniors students of the college to greet the new entrants with a light comedian spirit. This practice is commonly known as “FIRST YEAR FOOLING “.<br /> I was well aware of it so were most of my friends. We were all conscious about it and went to the college in a group. Unexpectedly seniors were very kind and helpful to us all .then the bell rang and they guided us to our class. We were about 60 student .we started talking with each other. Suddenly, a young guy Came in to our class and introduced himself as Mr. Altaf Khan; our new teacher .He was just like a fourth year student. The two boys of our class Rehan and Ali stood and wanted to inquire about him from the principal office to make sure that he was a teacher. Mr.altaf confidently permitted them. In the meantime, he told us about his background and his subject and his education from Oxford. Then the two boys confirmed that he is our teacher .we were all very much impressed by his politeness and his great knowledge about his subject. In the end of the class, he gave us subject notes and he wanted that any student should take the responsibility to Photostat them for entire class. Again, Rehan and Ali stood and took the responsibility and collected 50 Rs from every student. Then the class was over we were all very happy to get a very good teacher.<br />Suddenly, we heard noises made by student talking and laughing outside our class. We went outside to check what was happening. We were shocked to see that our highly educated teacher Mr. khan and our two class fellows rehan and ali along with the whole fourth year were standing ,having a bottle and burger in their hands. As they were all celebrating their victory to make us fools. They all had wining smile on their faces. They all welcomed us with the slogan “first year fools, Zindabad” and that time we all just thought about highly educated teacher, our 50 Rs and our unawareness at how the fourth year can really come up with different ideas to make the first year fool. </em></span></div>Anaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-85981028640325436122009-02-25T16:48:00.006+05:002009-02-27T13:47:49.358+05:00<span style="font-family:Segoe UI;">At last after a long long time, Pakistani cricket team is in the news for positive reasons. A test match played here in Karachi after an eighteen month gap and icing on the cake is that Younis khan made a triple century.<br />I was so happy yesterday and 400 seems to me the reality but just when i got up today , my sis gave the news that he got out on 313.So near yet so far.<br /></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI;">Of late I have posted a lot of stuff in Urdu here .but now I realized that Urdu and English can’t go side by side in one blog or may be I don’t have capability actually to do it. So I have decided to make a new blog for Urdu stuff. I have read a lot of Urdu stuff last year and I have a plan this year to read more. I always feel pity on myself because neither I know the English rightly nor Urdu. But this is the case with some other people also.</span><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="font-family:Segoe UI;">I remember I was watching a TV program in which they were interviewing Japanese who was well versed in Urdu. They were also taking live phone calls .Somebody called and wanted to talk to Japanese.</span><br /></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Caller : Hello</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Japanese : Asalam-o -Alaikum</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Caller : walaikum Asalam</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Japanese : ap ka ism sharif ?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Caller : ji !!</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> kiya kaha ap ne ?</span><br /><span style="font-family:Segoe UI;">The interviewer then interrupted and told the caller that the guest was asking his name. Here is the link of my new Urdu blog <a href="http://awaz-e-anaa.blogspot.com/">آوازِانا</a><br /><br /></span>Anaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-86560703618710462152009-02-17T18:08:00.004+05:002009-02-25T18:02:16.030+05:00زندگی اور غم<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Life is not normal nowadays. It has been extremely tough for me from quite some time. And I keep on reminding myself this couplet of Mohsin Naqvi <div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >جس نےزند گی دی ہے وہ بھی سوچتاہوگا</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >زند گی کےبارے میں اس قدرناسوچاکر</span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I use to spend a lot of time in thinking, but thinking is no good especially if one is going through with tough time. Iqbal, has a different view point about tough times of life. …kehte hain </span><div align="center"><span style="font-weight: bold;">غم جوانی کوجگادیتاہے لطف خواب سے</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">ساز یہ بیدار ہوتاہے اسی مضراب سے</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >طائر دل کے لئے غم شہپر پروازہے</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">رازہے انسان کا دل غم انکشاف راز ہے</span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The whole ghazal<span style="font-size:130%;"> فلسفہ غم</span> is so satisfying. It has a message of strength for people like me. It is a way of seeing glass half full rather than half empty. </span></div></div></div></div></span></div>Anaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-37905068671170340902008-12-31T19:21:00.003+05:002009-02-25T18:07:51.937+05:00نيا سال مبارک <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span dir="rtl" style=";font-family:";" lang="ER">چلو پھرآنے والی رت کااستقبال کرتےہيں</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///D:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CHUSSAI%7E1.ALI%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"Urdu Naskh Asiatype"; 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color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"><b><span style="font-family:Sylfaen;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> Of the world”</span><o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
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