<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404</id><updated>2012-02-13T12:57:04.852+05:00</updated><title type='text'>ABSTRACT DIARY</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is about my abstract thoughts about the world inside me and around me !</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-3808259643258054073</id><published>2011-06-26T08:55:00.003+05:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T09:04:09.356+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Footsteps</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Well,I am back.I missed writing exceedignly but I did not feel like doing it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;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)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-3808259643258054073?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3808259643258054073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=3808259643258054073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/3808259643258054073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/3808259643258054073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2011/06/footsteps.html' title='Footsteps'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-2471603668217728615</id><published>2010-03-22T21:33:00.002+05:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T21:36:49.789+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Self pity</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;elf pity is a self inflicted suffering And gratitude is the ticket out of misery and self absorption.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-2471603668217728615?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2471603668217728615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=2471603668217728615' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/2471603668217728615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/2471603668217728615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2010/03/self-pity.html' title='Self pity'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-6065711327380631753</id><published>2010-02-26T16:23:00.002+05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T16:31:38.951+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Death..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;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 .&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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 …… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-6065711327380631753?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6065711327380631753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=6065711327380631753' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/6065711327380631753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/6065711327380631753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2010/02/death.html' title='Death..'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-3365208511093257175</id><published>2009-09-01T17:00:00.002+06:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T17:06:57.048+06:00</updated><title type='text'>In memory of Muhammad bin qasim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The story of Muhammad bin Qasim's invasion of Sindh is one of the romances of history.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;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).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dr.Ishwari Prasad wrote in his book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; According to al-Marzubani,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muhammad bin Qasim was one of the great men of all times.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-3365208511093257175?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3365208511093257175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=3365208511093257175' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/3365208511093257175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/3365208511093257175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-memory-of-muhammad-bin-qasim.html' title='In memory of Muhammad bin qasim'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-5336015511392891641</id><published>2009-06-04T15:42:00.003+06:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T15:52:40.162+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;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 ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Three passions have governed my life:&lt;br /&gt;The longings for love, the search for knowledge,&lt;br /&gt;And unbearable pity for the suffering of [humankind].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love brings ecstasy and relieves loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;In the union of love I have seen&lt;br /&gt;In a mystic miniature the prefiguring vision&lt;br /&gt;Of the heavens that saints and poets have imagined.&lt;br /&gt;With equal passion I have sought knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;I have wished to understand the hearts of [people].&lt;br /&gt;I have wished to know why the stars shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and knowledge led upwards to the heavens,&lt;br /&gt;But always pity brought me back to earth;&lt;br /&gt;Cries of pain reverberated in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Of children in famine, of victims tortured&lt;br /&gt;And of old people left helpless.&lt;br /&gt;I long to alleviate the evil, but I cannot,&lt;br /&gt;And I too suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been my life; I found it worth living.&lt;br /&gt;By Bertrand Russell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-5336015511392891641?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5336015511392891641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=5336015511392891641' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/5336015511392891641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/5336015511392891641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2009/06/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-3135294616763081122</id><published>2009-04-16T16:52:00.003+06:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T16:57:59.805+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Legends of the fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One of my all time favourite Movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#4E93AA;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some people hear their own inner voices with great cleanness.&lt;br /&gt;And they live by what they hear.&lt;br /&gt;Such people become crazy, or they become legends &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-3135294616763081122?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3135294616763081122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=3135294616763081122' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/3135294616763081122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/3135294616763081122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/legends-of-fall.html' title='Legends of the fall'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-6697401198516551996</id><published>2009-03-26T19:02:00.005+05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:16:36.517+05:00</updated><title type='text'>GET Well Soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R-sZBYqLW5A/ScuLLJhRDZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/BKxMyq5I420/s1600-h/PleaseGetWellSoon.gif"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Sending my brightest wishes to Sonia Ayesha‘s Mother&lt;br /&gt;Aunt , Wishing you Health, Happiness and Quick Recovery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-6697401198516551996?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6697401198516551996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=6697401198516551996' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/6697401198516551996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/6697401198516551996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/get-well-soon.html' title='GET Well Soon'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R-sZBYqLW5A/ScuLLJhRDZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/BKxMyq5I420/s72-c/PleaseGetWellSoon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-6776088343548147251</id><published>2009-03-13T16:41:00.003+05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T16:54:22.420+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long March</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"The Darkest hour of the night comes just before the dawn&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;listen this master piece written by Aaitzaz Ahsan ,sung by Laal Band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5IVkY4sGChE&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-6776088343548147251?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6776088343548147251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=6776088343548147251' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/6776088343548147251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/6776088343548147251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/long-march.html' title='Long March'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-5709620497200791517</id><published>2009-03-02T14:29:00.003+05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T14:53:34.543+05:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Day At College</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wrote this story nearly five years ago for the story telling competition at PACC .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;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 “.&lt;br /&gt;    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.&lt;br /&gt;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.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-5709620497200791517?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5709620497200791517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=5709620497200791517' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/5709620497200791517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/5709620497200791517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-first-day-at-college.html' title='My First Day At College'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-8598102864032543612</id><published>2009-02-25T16:48:00.006+05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T13:47:49.358+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Segoe UI;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Segoe UI;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Segoe UI;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Caller : Hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Japanese : Asalam-o -Alaikum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Caller : walaikum Asalam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Japanese : ap ka ism sharif ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Caller : ji !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; kiya kaha ap ne ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Segoe UI;"&gt;The interviewer then interrupted and told the caller that the guest was asking his name. Here is the link of my new Urdu blog &lt;a href="http://awaz-e-anaa.blogspot.com/"&gt;آوازِانا&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-8598102864032543612?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8598102864032543612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=8598102864032543612' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/8598102864032543612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/8598102864032543612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2009/02/at-last-after-long-long-time-pakistani.html' title=''/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-8656070361871046215</id><published>2009-02-17T18:08:00.004+05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T18:02:16.030+05:00</updated><title type='text'>زندگی اور غم</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;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 &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;جس نےزند گی دی ہے وہ بھی سوچتاہوگا&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;زند گی کےبارے میں اس قدرناسوچاکر&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;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 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;غم جوانی کوجگادیتاہے لطف خواب سے&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ساز یہ بیدار ہوتاہے اسی مضراب سے&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;طائر دل کے لئے غم شہپر پروازہے&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;رازہے انسان کا دل غم انکشاف راز ہے&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The whole ghazal&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; فلسفہ غم&lt;/span&gt; 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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-8656070361871046215?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8656070361871046215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=8656070361871046215' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/8656070361871046215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/8656070361871046215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='زندگی اور غم'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-3790506867117034090</id><published>2008-12-31T19:21:00.003+05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T18:07:51.937+05:00</updated><title type='text'>نيا سال مبارک</title><content type='html'>             &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; 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	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:28;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Sylfaen;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Sylfaen;"&gt;“May the New Year brings Peace, Harmony &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Sylfaen;"&gt;And Happiness for all people&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Sylfaen;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; Of the world”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl" style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:18;color:gray;"    lang="ER"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-3790506867117034090?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3790506867117034090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=3790506867117034090' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/3790506867117034090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/3790506867117034090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='نيا سال مبارک'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-4919576448254990164</id><published>2008-12-28T16:33:00.007+05:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T19:55:47.251+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Threat and Oppourtunity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The recent situation at the border is really tense but the morale of a nation and forces are high .we all should keep in mind that in every threat there is an opportunity. it is time to be united and time to tell our enemy that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;با طل سے ڈرنےوالے اےآسماں نہيں ہم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;سو بار کر چکا ہےتوامتحا ں ہمارا&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R-sZBYqLW5A/SVdoP-QgEwI/AAAAAAAAACw/-xayGjN9LWA/s1600-h/f-16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R-sZBYqLW5A/SVdoP-QgEwI/AAAAAAAAACw/-xayGjN9LWA/s400/f-16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284807311362102018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;کافرہے تو شمشير پہ کرتا ہے بھروسہ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;مومن ہے تو بے تيغ بھی لڑتا يے سپاہی&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-4919576448254990164?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4919576448254990164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=4919576448254990164' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/4919576448254990164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/4919576448254990164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2008/12/threat-and-oppourtunity.html' title='Threat and Oppourtunity'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R-sZBYqLW5A/SVdoP-QgEwI/AAAAAAAAACw/-xayGjN9LWA/s72-c/f-16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-1416678646851748276</id><published>2008-12-09T10:48:00.002+05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:57:42.772+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bichre milte hain bad mudat ke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Us ko Roz-e-saeed kehte hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dard auroon ke bant kene ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bazm-e-hasti mein Eid kehte hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;                                      Happy Eid To Every One ESPECIALLY you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-1416678646851748276?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1416678646851748276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=1416678646851748276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/1416678646851748276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/1416678646851748276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2008/12/eid.html' title='Eid'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-9181798677359854212</id><published>2008-11-11T16:52:00.002+05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T16:59:00.031+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The problem with our world is that stupids are cocksure and intelligents are in doubts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;so being belongs from the group latter discussed , I m in doubts about my life , my dreams and even abt my relations . Again going through one of the low times of my life , life seems to be going nowhere.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-9181798677359854212?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/9181798677359854212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=9181798677359854212' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/9181798677359854212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/9181798677359854212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2008/11/problem.html' title='Problem'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-4758512558682856373</id><published>2008-11-10T14:34:00.002+05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T14:39:04.786+05:00</updated><title type='text'>LIfE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is there any way to run away from life ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seriously , I REALLY WANT TO...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-4758512558682856373?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4758512558682856373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=4758512558682856373' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/4758512558682856373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/4758512558682856373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2008/11/life.html' title='LIfE'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-1124939797826554442</id><published>2008-07-16T18:54:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T19:00:14.501+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He who asks a question may be a fool for five minutes, but he who never asks a question remains a fool forever.”-&lt;br /&gt;Tom Connelly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-1124939797826554442?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1124939797826554442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=1124939797826554442' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/1124939797826554442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/1124939797826554442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2008/07/quote.html' title='Quote...'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-1196245748438624362</id><published>2008-07-11T18:22:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T18:25:06.639+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;jis tarah tum guzarte hoo faraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;zindagi is tarah guzerti nahin !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i m not living my life nowdays ,but life is living me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-1196245748438624362?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1196245748438624362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=1196245748438624362' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/1196245748438624362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/1196245748438624362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2008/07/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-3613641286405270128</id><published>2008-06-26T13:36:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T13:39:13.752+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"If a woman is tough, she is pushy.&lt;br /&gt; If a man is tough, gosh, he’s a great leader." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Margaret Thatcher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-3613641286405270128?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3613641286405270128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=3613641286405270128' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/3613641286405270128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/3613641286405270128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2008/06/simple-truth.html' title='Simple truth'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-689399731656437506</id><published>2008-06-25T19:11:00.003+06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:39:48.655+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Subjectless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;some months before while i was in university ,my human resources and organizational behaviour teacher's talk so much about the satisfaction or dissatisfaction . For me then ,satisfaction was very static phenomenon which comes in your life when u 're old and have alot of time to think....then you start thinking about satisfaction or dissatisfaction........ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was wrong....!!! satisfaction is a very dyanamic phenomemn and it can almost ruin ur life if u add "dis " to the word "satisfaction". Dissatisfaction is like a slow poison....it kills but silently and slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know WHY but i m feeling very dissatisfied with everything happening to me and with every one around me . May be it is not a satisfaction and disatisfaction issue rahter it is a issue of sabr(patience) and shukar(gratitude) ....these days i have come to know it is difficult to do sabr.....but there is no other option besides sabr sometimes......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; i just seem to have questions ..a lot of questions with no asnwers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; why it happens that some ppl get things very easily while others have to work too hard for the same thing ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; why there are so many "why" in our lives? it  might be just self pity......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; lately i was reading bang-e-dara . and i realy like this piece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R-sZBYqLW5A/SGJFlUOBlrI/AAAAAAAAAB8/MUAIUPAjbPs/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215807825833465522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R-sZBYqLW5A/SGJFlUOBlrI/AAAAAAAAAB8/MUAIUPAjbPs/s400/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-689399731656437506?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/689399731656437506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=689399731656437506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/689399731656437506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/689399731656437506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2008/06/subjectless.html' title='Subjectless'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R-sZBYqLW5A/SGJFlUOBlrI/AAAAAAAAAB8/MUAIUPAjbPs/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-1958126288961171276</id><published>2008-06-05T18:06:00.001+06:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T18:08:46.466+06:00</updated><title type='text'>World Environmet Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sheher ki alo'dgi ne zehr itna bhar diya &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sanp ne kata mujhe aur kat'te he mar gaya &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-1958126288961171276?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1958126288961171276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=1958126288961171276' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/1958126288961171276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/1958126288961171276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2008/06/world-environmet-day.html' title='World Environmet Day'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-6430324520625302443</id><published>2008-05-24T17:14:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T17:16:51.048+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Drop received in need should be repaid with a whole river"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-6430324520625302443?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6430324520625302443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=6430324520625302443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/6430324520625302443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/6430324520625302443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2008/05/saying.html' title='Saying'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-5469251231322282022</id><published>2008-05-24T16:50:00.003+05:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T17:02:52.974+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trivial things of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is not much Important that what YOU want ,,but the more important is what you get......&lt;br /&gt;and ONE should work hard as hard as one can ,,but then he/she should compromise with what he /she get....&lt;br /&gt;and hard work not always turn into positive outcome because sometimes what you want is not good for YOU,,,confusing,,,not much....&lt;br /&gt;i have given my first job interview ,the interview happened in the very good and cordial environment and i throughly enjoyed it.the interviewer asked the very same things which can be asked to interviewee (qualification,family,Assignments ). the worst thing is that i have to travel for exactly one and half hour to reach their head office.&lt;br /&gt;the visit was quite tiring but i enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;staying at home from two month or so ,,it is quite boring.There are things which i can do and there are so much work in pending but i don't feel like doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-5469251231322282022?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5469251231322282022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=5469251231322282022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/5469251231322282022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/5469251231322282022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2008/05/trivial-things-of-life.html' title='Trivial things of life'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-424544111795681877</id><published>2008-04-10T17:53:00.002+05:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T18:07:53.324+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejection</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so just like something is not enough ,,consistent hard work and dedication is required to achieve what one want from life,,,passion ,dedication,hard work....mixture of every thing is success&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           Getting rejected is intolerable stuff,,,,it haunts..its keeps u awake all night , make u restless...what else,,,,here i m not talking about rejection from some one special,,,nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it is other kind of rejection which you receive through letter ,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  they usually write&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  " we are regretful to inform u that you are not selected"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and nowadays i m trying and dying to appear before them again,,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;must find it abstract??? i m very good at business writing but when i start writing something about myself ,,,,it automatically get abstract,..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-424544111795681877?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/424544111795681877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=424544111795681877' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/424544111795681877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/424544111795681877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2008/04/rejection.html' title='Rejection'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-6075453257921637955</id><published>2008-04-03T13:27:00.004+05:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T13:50:39.259+05:00</updated><title type='text'>PakIStaN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fifty years back, People of Pakistan was looking for their country and now Pakistan as a country looking for her nation " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Chiristina Lamb , a journalist and AN author ,  said in her book....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Look what Amajd Islam Amjad,a Poet and Writer from Pakistan, has to say about the above comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"The nation which is looking for thier country are the older generation of Pakistan and  the young generation are what country is  looking for "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I guess i translate the urdu rightly....make sense :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-6075453257921637955?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6075453257921637955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=6075453257921637955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/6075453257921637955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/6075453257921637955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2008/04/pakistan.html' title='PakIStaN'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-2428287584499654168</id><published>2008-02-12T16:14:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T16:33:40.616+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;some incidents in life left u speechless,,,,the same happened to me when i read about the plane crashed in GIKI,SWABI...&lt;br /&gt;Raja jahanzeb was a pilot officer,on his routine solo flight on 22 january 2008 .Due to some technical fault in the plane , he lost his life while saving lives of many students of GIKI.the pilot instead of ejecting from the plane when he knew it was going to crash prefer to saves life of others.&lt;br /&gt;as per his cousin ,his last words as it was recorded " maa ko salam dena".....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jis dhaj se koi maqtal mein gaya ,woh shan salamat rehti hai&lt;br /&gt;yeh jan tu aani jani hai,is jan ki koi baat nahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-2428287584499654168?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2428287584499654168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=2428287584499654168' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/2428287584499654168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/2428287584499654168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2008/02/some-incidents-in-life-left-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-3412520313057934956</id><published>2007-12-18T15:39:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T15:51:41.019+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Arafah: A Stand of Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Sheikh Sayyed Sabiq&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; states in his well-known book, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Fiqh Us-Sunnah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jabir reported that the Prophet (peace and blessings be upon him) said, &lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;“The ten days of the month of Dhul Hijjah are the best days in the sight of Allah.”&lt;/b&gt; A man asked, “Are these days better than an equivalent number of days that are spent fighting for the cause of Allah?” The Prophet (peace and blessings be upon him) answered, &lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;“They are better than an equivalent number of days spent fighting in the cause of Allah. And there is no day better in the sight of Allah than the Day of `Arafah. On this day Allah, the Almighty and the Exalted One, descends to the nearest heaven, and He is proud of His slaves on the earth and says to those in heaven, ‘Look at My servants. They have come from far and near, with hair disheveled and faces covered with dust, to seek My mercy, even though they have not seen My chastisement. Far more people are freed from the Hellfire on the Day of `Arafah than on any other day. ’”&lt;/b&gt; Al-Mundhri said that this hadith was reported by Abu Ya`la, Al-Bazzar, Ibn Khuzaymah, and Ibn Hibban, in whose wording it is given here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;The importance of this stand is related to the amount of forgiveness and mercy bestowed by God on His pilgrims. The Prophet (peace be upon him) spent the day at Arafah until almost sunset. Then he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"O Bilal! Ask the people to be quiet and listen to me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;Bilal stood up and asked the people to be quiet and listen to the Prophet. When they were quiet, the Prophet said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;O People! A little while ago Gabriel (peace be upon him) came to me, gave me salutations from Allah, and informed me that Allah has forgiven those who spend the Day at Arafah…"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;At this, Umar ibn Al-Khattab stood up and asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"O Allah's Messenger, is this for us only?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;The Prophet said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"This is for you, and for all those who will come after you, until the Day of Judgment…"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;Umar exclaimed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"How plentiful and blissful Allah's bounties are!" (At-Targhib wat-Tarhib and authenticated by Al-Albani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muslim and others have reported from `A’ishah that the Prophet (peace and blessings be upon him) said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Allah frees far more people from Hellfire on the Day of `Arafah than on any other day, and Allah comes closer this day and proudly says to the angels, ‘What do these people want and seek?’”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Abu Ad-Darda reported that the Prophet (peace and blessings be upon him) said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;“On no other day does the Satan feel so belittled, humiliated, and angry as he does on the Day of `Arafah.”&lt;/span&gt; The reason for this is the mercy of Allah that descends (this day) and the forgiveness that He grants to people for major sins, except the day of the Battle of Badr, which witnessed a far greater mercy of Allah descending upon people, which caused great sadness to Satan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Prophet (peace and blessings be upon him) was asked, “O Prophet of Allah, what did Satan see on the day of the Battle of Badr?” &lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;“He saw Gabriel leading the troops of angels,”&lt;/b&gt; he replied (Reported by Malik and Al-Hakim).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;source :  www.islamonline.net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like many other muslims ,i m too anxiously waitng for my turn !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-3412520313057934956?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3412520313057934956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=3412520313057934956' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/3412520313057934956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/3412520313057934956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2007/12/arafah-stand-of-forgiveness.html' title='Arafah: A Stand of Forgiveness'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-6574724686720634838</id><published>2007-08-12T13:49:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T13:57:32.947+05:00</updated><title type='text'>PAKISTAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="huge"&gt;Pakistan not only means freedom and independence but the Muslim Ideology which has to be preserved, which has come to us as a precious gift and treasure and which, we hope other will share with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="bodybold"&gt; Muhammad Ali Jinnah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-6574724686720634838?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6574724686720634838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=6574724686720634838' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/6574724686720634838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/6574724686720634838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2007/08/pakistan.html' title='PAKISTAN'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-8633715724181894428</id><published>2007-07-15T21:20:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T21:26:08.761+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Statement of the week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, i was watching a program on Atv ,,,it was a discussion on lal mosque and madarsah hafsa and compare khalil malik was trying to justify the operation on lal mosque ,,,,a professor from quide-azam university analysed his attitude rightly by saying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                " YOU ARE TRYING TO BE MORE ROYAL THAN THE KING"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-8633715724181894428?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8633715724181894428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=8633715724181894428' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/8633715724181894428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/8633715724181894428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2007/07/statement-of-week.html' title='Statement of the week'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-6291394732498092597</id><published>2007-07-09T16:50:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T16:58:16.496+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lal Mosque</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;koi rokay kahien dast-e-qaza ko&lt;br /&gt;humare log marte ja rahe hein &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-6291394732498092597?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6291394732498092597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=6291394732498092597' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/6291394732498092597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/6291394732498092597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2007/07/lal-mosque.html' title='Lal Mosque'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-3038127266865080153</id><published>2007-04-01T23:53:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:39:49.147+05:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Rabi-ul-Awal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R-sZBYqLW5A/RhI3vdJsDFI/AAAAAAAAABs/8ZRBfu3gI4M/s1600-h/123456.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049159420654390354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R-sZBYqLW5A/RhI3vdJsDFI/AAAAAAAAABs/8ZRBfu3gI4M/s400/123456.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R-sZBYqLW5A/RhI3H9JsDEI/AAAAAAAAABk/MHRziunHQOI/s1600-h/98536.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049158742049557570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R-sZBYqLW5A/RhI3H9JsDEI/AAAAAAAAABk/MHRziunHQOI/s400/98536.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metha Dar, karachi on 12 Rabi-ul-Awal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-3038127266865080153?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3038127266865080153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=3038127266865080153' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/3038127266865080153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/3038127266865080153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2007/04/12-rabi-ul-awal.html' title='12 Rabi-ul-Awal'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R-sZBYqLW5A/RhI3vdJsDFI/AAAAAAAAABs/8ZRBfu3gI4M/s72-c/123456.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-8907518492080908874</id><published>2007-03-31T18:27:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T19:29:39.404+05:00</updated><title type='text'>" Peer-e-Kamil"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Goudy Old Style;color:#339966;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Umera Ahmed k Novel "Peer-e-Kamil" se kuch Iqtebas.........&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;“Aap main se agar koi bata sakay k Peer-e-Kamil kon hota hay?” Wahan mojood log aik doosray ko dekhnay lagay phir aik ne kaha,”Peer-e-kamil naik shakhs hota hay,Ibadat Guzar shakhs,Parsa Admi”&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Sabt Ali ne sar hilaya,”bohat se log naik hotay hain,Ibadat Guzar hotay&lt;br /&gt;hain,parsa hotay hain,aap k ird gird aisay bohat se log hotay hain to kia wo sab&lt;br /&gt;Peer-e-Kamil hotay hain??”&lt;br /&gt;“Nahin! Peer-e-Kamil wo admi hota hay jo dikhaway k liye Ibadat nahi karta,Dil se ibadat karta hay,sirf Allah k liye us ki naiki or parsai dhong nahi hoti”,aik or shakhs ne ne apni raye di.&lt;br /&gt;“Apnay Halqa Ahbab main aap main se har aik kisi na kisi aisay shakhs ko zaroor janta hoga,jis ki ibadat k baray main ussay ya shubah nahi hota k wo dhong hay,jis ki naiki or parsai ka bhi aap ko yaqeen hota hay to kia wo shakhs Peer-e-Kamil hay?”&lt;br /&gt;kuch dair khamoshi rahi phir aik or shakhs ne kaha...&lt;br /&gt;“Peer-e-Kamil aik aisa shakhs hota hay ,jis k alfaz main taseer hoti hay k wo insane ka dil badal daitay hain”&lt;br /&gt;“Taseer bhi bohat se logon k alfaz main hoti hay,kuch k Monh se nikalnay walay alfaz main,kuch k qalam se nikalnay walay alfaz main,Taseer to stage par kharay aik Compare or akhbar ka Ka’lam likhnay walay aik Journalist k alfaz main bhi hoti hay to kia wo Peer-e-Kamil hotay hain?&lt;br /&gt;Aik or shakhs bola” Peer-e-Kamil wo hota hay jissay Alham or Wajdan ho,jo mustaqbil ko boojh sakay”&lt;br /&gt;“ham main se bohat saray log aisay khuab dekhtay hain jin main mustaqbil main darpesh anay walay halat se hamain agahi hojati hay,kuch log istekhara bhi kartay hain or cheezon k baray main kisi had tak jan jatay hain,kuch logon ki chati His(6th Sence)bohat taiz hoti hay,wo khatron ko bhanp jatay hain"&lt;br /&gt;“Peer-e-Kamil kon hota hay?Dr Sahab kuch dair khamosh rahay,unhon ne phir apna sawal dohraya ,,,,,&lt;br /&gt;“Peer-e-Kamil kon hota hay? Salar uljhan amaiz andaz main Dr Sabt Ali k chahray ko dekhnay laga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;“Kia Dr Sabt Ali k ilawa koi or Peer-e-Kamil ho sakta tha or agar wo nahi thae to phir kon tha or kon ho sakta hay?”&lt;br /&gt;Wahan baithay huay logon k Dil-o-Dimagh main aik hi gounj thi...&lt;br /&gt;Dr Sabt Ali 1,1 ka chahra dekh rahay thae,phir un k chahray ki muskurahat ahista ahista madoom ho gai……….&lt;br /&gt;“Peer-e-Kamil main kamliyat hoti hay..kamliyat un tamam cheezon ka majmooa hoti hay jo aap kah rahay thae, Peer-e-Kamil wo shakhs hota hay jo Dil se Allah ki ibadat karta hay,Naik or Parsa hota hay..us ki har Dua qubool hoti hay,is had tak jis had tak Allah chahay..us k alfaz main taseer bhi hoti hay,wo logon ko hidayat bhi daita hay magar ussay Alham nahi hota,ussay Wajdan hota hay,Wahi utarti hay us par or Wahi kisi Aam Insan par nahi utarti…sirf Paighambar par utarti hay…1 Lakh 24 Hazar Paighambaron main se har Paighambar Kamil tha magar Peer-e-Kamil wo hay jis par Nabuwwat ka silsila khatam kar diya jata hay…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Har Insan ko Zindagi main kabhi na kabhi kisi Peer-e-Kamil ki zaroorat parti hay,kabhi na kabhi Insani zindagi us mor par aa kar zaroor khari ho jati hay jab ya lagta hay k hamaray labon or Dilon se nikalnay wali Duayain be-asar ho gai hain,hamaray sajday or hamaray phailay huay hath rahmaton or naimaton ko apni taraf mor nahi pa rahay…Yun lagta hay jaisay koi talluq tha jo toot gaya hay phir Admi ka dil chahta hay ab us k liye koi or hath uthaye,kisi or k lab us ki Dua Allah tak Pohanchayain,koi or Allah k samnay us k liye gir-giraye,koi aisa&lt;br /&gt;shakhs jis ki Duayain qabool hoti hon,jis k labon se nikalnay wali il-tejayain us k apnay lafzon ki tarha wapis na mor di jati hon phir Insan Peer-e-Kamil ki talash shuru karta hay,bhagta phirta hay,Dunya main kisi aisay shakhs k liye jo Kamliyat ki kisi na kisi seerhi par khara ho…….&lt;br /&gt;Peer-e-Kamil ki ya talash Insani Zindagi k irteqa se ab tak jari hay ..ya talash wo khuahish hay jo Allah khud insan k dil main paida karta hay….. Insan k dil main ya khuahish,ya talash na uteri jati to wo Paighambron par kabhi yaqeen na lata…kabhi un ki pairvi or Ata’at karnay ki koshish na karta,Peer-e-Kamil ki ya talash hi insan ko har zamanay main utaray janay walay Paighambaron ki taraf lay jati rahi....&lt;br /&gt;phir Paighambaron ki Ma-boosiyat ka ya silsila Hazrat Mohammad(Sallal Laho Alahe Walay Hi Wasallam)k sath kahtam kar diya gaya…Aap(Sallal Laho Alahe Walay Hi Wasallam)ki ummat k liye Aap(Sallal Laho Alahe Walay Hi Wasallam)k bad kisi or Peer-e-Kamil ki gunjaiysh nahi rakhi gai Kon hay jissay ab ya aainda anay wallay zamanay main Hazrat Mohammad(Sallal Laho&lt;br /&gt;Alahe Walay Hi Wasallam)se barh kar koi muqam diya jaye???&lt;br /&gt;Kon hay jissay Aaj ya ainda anay walay zamanay main kisi shakhs k liye Hazrat Mohammad(Sallal Laho Alahe Walay Hi Wasallam)se barh kar Kamliyat de di jaye????&lt;br /&gt;Kon hay jo Aaj ya ainda anay walay zamanay main kisi Shakhs k liye Hazrat Mohammad(Sallal Laho Alahe Walay Hi Wasallam)se barh kar Shafa’at ka dawa kar sakay???&lt;br /&gt;Jamid or mutaqil khamoshi k surat main anay wala “Nafi”main ya jawab ham se sirf aik sawal karta hay….&lt;br /&gt;Peer-e-Kamil(Sallal Laho ALahe Walay Hi Wasallam) ko chor kar ham dunya main or kis wajood ko khojnay nikal kharay huay hain?? Peer-e-Kamil(Sallal Laho Alahe Walay Hi Wasallam)k Bay’at Shuda hotay huay hamain doosray kisi Shakhs ki Bay’at ki zaroorat rah gai hay????&lt;br /&gt;Peer-e-Kamil(Sallal Laho Alahe Walay Hi Wasallam)k rastay par chalnay k bajaye hamain doosra kon sa rasta apni taraf khainch raha hay???&lt;br /&gt;Kia Musalmanon k liye Aik Allah, Aik Quran,Aik Rasool (Sallal Laho Alahe Walay Hi Wasallam) or un ki Sunnat kafi nahi????&lt;br /&gt;Allah us k Rasool Mohammad(Sallal Laho Alahe Walay Hi Wasallam)or us ki Kitab k ilawa or kon sa shakhs ,kon sa Kalaam hay jo hamain Dunya or Akhirat ki takleefon se bacha sakay ga????&lt;br /&gt;Jo hamari Duaoon ko qabooliat bakhshay,jo ham par naimatain or rahmatain nazil&lt;br /&gt;kar sakay??&lt;br /&gt;Koi Peer-e-Kamil ka firqa(sect) bata sakta hay???Nahin bata sakta” Dr Sabt Ali Kah rahay thae……..&lt;br /&gt;“Wo sirf Musalman thae,wo musalman jo ye yaqeen rakhtay thae k agar wo Sirat-e-Mustaqeem par chaplain gay to wo jannat main jayain gay,us rastay se hatain gay to Allah k Azab ka nishana banain gay or Sirat-e-Mustaqeem wo rasta hay jo Allah apnay Paighambar(Sallal Laho Alahe Walay Hi Wasallam)k zariye Quran Pak main batata hay,saaf,do tok or Wazah Alfaz main…wok am karain jis ka hukm Allah apnay Rasool(Sallal Laho Alahe Walay Hi Wasallam)k zariye daita hay or us kam se ruk jayain jis se mana kia jata hay….. Allah, Hazrat Mohammad(Sallal Laho Alahe Walay Hi Wasallam) or Quran kisi bat main koi abham nahi rakhtay..&lt;br /&gt;Quran ko kholiye,agar us main kahin do tok or ghair-mubham alfaz main kisi doosray Peer-e-Kamil ya Paighambar ka zikr milay to us ki talash kartay rahiya aur agar aisa kuch nazar nahi ata to phir sirf khof khaiye k aap apnay pairon ko kis daldal main liye ja rahay hain…apni 50,60 Sala zindagi ko kis tarha apni abdi zindagi ki tabahi k liye istemal kar rahay hain,kis tarha Khassaray ka soda kar rahay hain..Hidayat ki talsh hay?&lt;br /&gt;Quran kholiye..kia hay jo wo aap ko naho bata daita..wo aap ko masoom,anjan or ba-khabar nahi rahnay daita…aap ka asal aap k monh par de marta hay..Kia Allah Insan ko nahin janta hoga???us Makhlooq ko jo us ki Arbon,Kharbon(Million,Billion) takhleeqat main se aik hay…&lt;br /&gt;Dua qabool nahi hoti to asar or waseelay talash karnay k bajaye sirf hath utha lijye,Allah se khud mangain…de day to shukar karain,na day to Sabar…………..magar hath aap khud hi uthayain..&lt;br /&gt;Zindagi ka qareena or saleeqa nahi araha to Aswa-e-Husna(Sallal LahoAlahe Walay&lt;br /&gt;Hi Wasallam)ki taraf chalay jayain,sab kuch mil jaye ga aap ko Aihtram har aik ka karain…….har Wali ka,har Momin ka,har Buzurg ka,har Shaheed ka, har Saleh ka, har Parsa ka......&lt;br /&gt;Magar apni zindagiyon main hidayat or rahnumai sirf Hazrat Mohammad(Sallal Laho&lt;br /&gt;Alahae Walay Hi Wasallam)se lain q k unhon ne aap tak apnay zaati ahkamat nahi&lt;br /&gt;pohanchaye jo kuch bataya hay wo Allah ka nazil karda hay.......&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Syed Sabt Ali kon hay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kia hay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kon janta hay ussay???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aap......??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aap k ilawa chand so(100)log....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chand Hazar log magar jis Peer-e-Kamil(Sallal Laho Alahe Walay Hi Wasallam)ki bat main kar raha hoon,unhain to aik Arab k qareeb log apna Rohani Paishwa mantay hain…main to wohi kuch kahta ,dohrata phirta hoon,jo 1400 Saal pahlay Hazrat Mohammad(Sallal Laho Alahe Walay Hi Wasallam)farma chukay hain…kia nai bat kahi main ne???? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-8907518492080908874?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8907518492080908874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=8907518492080908874' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/8907518492080908874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/8907518492080908874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2007/03/peer-e-kamil.html' title='&quot; Peer-e-Kamil&quot;'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-6051723687084622202</id><published>2007-03-24T15:28:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:39:49.323+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to normal life with some "falsafa"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;last week was quite depressing, but as someone said "time is the best healer " so the healing process has started ....... :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so back to normal life ,,after all cricket is just game and Insha-Allah many more games to come to cheer about in future so my mind is saying to me that concentrate on your own life rather than other lives and other performances,,stcik to your own one Ana! ..after all u will be accountable for your own deeds only......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough last year as it was expected , one presentation on Japan left and one more report to submit, and exam is near and this time (like always :-) ) I want to work hard as hard as possible, this is what people who loves me and cares about me want.......I m planning to do summer internship , my bro, like most of the men gonna give me tough time on this issue. From quite some time when ever I try to talk about doing job in front of him ,,he gets angry. This issue always irritate me .I realy want every thing go smoothly,,so let see what happen ...but i have decided ..so Insha-Allah I will stick with my decision... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays I m reading a book&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff00ff;"&gt;" &lt;u&gt;mien ne khawabon ka shajar dekha hai&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Eras Demi ITC;color:#ff00ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;by Umera ahmad .. a very good book to read. Below are the e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;xcerpts form a first story "shehr-e-zaat " , I fell in love with the truth ,,its about women 's love towards men ........once bano qudsia discussed the same point in one of her story that women have so much things or (I should ppl ) to fell in love that that they can't fully concentrate on ishq-e-haqiqi, partially she is right. well, I have my own reasons to believe in her partially . Specially when it comes to children they are the blind lovers, inbuilt characteristics of them to love their children in every good and in every bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R-sZBYqLW5A/RgUAXAWuCwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/A2Wi3EfO3A8/s1600-h/78966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045439352770792194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 406px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="175" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R-sZBYqLW5A/RgUAXAWuCwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/A2Wi3EfO3A8/s320/78966.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;one more ,,thought provoking especially for women,,,,,,,,,,but don't generalize but i think it applies to majority of them.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R-sZBYqLW5A/RgUG3gWuCxI/AAAAAAAAABA/3MRJVqlWDpo/s1600-h/sahi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045446508186307346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="259" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R-sZBYqLW5A/RgUG3gWuCxI/AAAAAAAAABA/3MRJVqlWDpo/s320/sahi.jpg" width="348" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-6051723687084622202?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6051723687084622202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=6051723687084622202' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/6051723687084622202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/6051723687084622202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2007/03/back-to-normal-life-with-some-falsafa.html' title='Back to normal life with some &quot;falsafa&quot;'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R-sZBYqLW5A/RgUAXAWuCwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/A2Wi3EfO3A8/s72-c/78966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-8600569795500984770</id><published>2007-03-20T15:01:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:39:49.462+05:00</updated><title type='text'>BOB WOOLMER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R-sZBYqLW5A/Rf-zEAWuCtI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HVwWQgABWt0/s1600-h/7412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043946989074385618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R-sZBYqLW5A/Rf-zEAWuCtI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HVwWQgABWt0/s320/7412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Goudy Old Style;"&gt;The pain I suffered yesterday was nothing in comparison with pain I suffer on the sad demise of coach.&lt;br /&gt;yeah,,i cried more than I did on the defeat. the defeat is nothing in comparison to the death of a good person,,,,&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately he had to proof his loyalty to Pakistan this way,,,,we as a nation is weird....&lt;br /&gt;when he was with us, we rarely appreciate what he did for cricket in Pakistan,,,,and now,,,evryone is praising,,,,,&lt;br /&gt;it is so hurting,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,&lt;br /&gt;Players,,,i really feel sorry for them,,,,they didn't deserved that much, they are not that bad....pitch also contributed ,,even bob complained abt it,,,to Chris board...&lt;br /&gt;"Players" They all are badly hurt,,,we as fan should support them,,,they are human,. like of us and bound to make mistake...&lt;br /&gt;if they win...then....&lt;br /&gt;This pain will be with them for rest of their life,,,&lt;br /&gt;even it is a lesson for us ,,fans,,,too,,,&lt;br /&gt;cricket is just game......and we all should take it just as game,,,, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Goudy Old Style;"&gt;"you will missed! bob "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-8600569795500984770?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8600569795500984770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=8600569795500984770' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/8600569795500984770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/8600569795500984770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2007/03/pain-i-suffered-yesterday-was-nothing.html' title='BOB WOOLMER'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R-sZBYqLW5A/Rf-zEAWuCtI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HVwWQgABWt0/s72-c/7412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-6680080978969275326</id><published>2007-03-18T13:50:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T13:54:55.504+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life will go on</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Gill Sans MT;"&gt;So we are out of the world up just after two game......&lt;br /&gt;I was in tears after the game. I m no cry baby...But rarely....yesterday was that &lt;span style="color:#9966ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;REAR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..and I was thinking why we love the game ,the players so much and in return,,,they even didn't try to put up an effort :-(&lt;br /&gt;I prayed so hard last night....but no wasim ..no waqar.........to grab the three wickets in a trot&lt;br /&gt;Luck favors the hard workers,,,,true....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Gill Sans MT;"&gt;but hope was there ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Gill Sans MT;"&gt;I was waiting for miracle............ didn't happen&lt;br /&gt;It is so disappointing ,,,and it is all over me ,,,I slept at 5 am....and still unable to recover from it...and again the same thing .......they even didn't' try to fight..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Gill Sans MT;"&gt;That's hurt...and at the end inzi was saying "God is not willing" ...&lt;br /&gt;Shame on u inzi! don't work hard and saying "God is not willing" ....&lt;br /&gt;Asif and shoaib also contributed to this defeat...........&lt;br /&gt;If they were there...............&lt;br /&gt;If inzi had played sami in first match instead of Rana...........&lt;br /&gt;If...If........&lt;br /&gt;I m so hurt...Disappointed...Dejected....BUT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Goudy Old Style;color:#cc0099;"&gt;Broken skies, heartaches that flowers won't mend&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye knowing that this is the end&lt;br /&gt;Tender dreams, shadows fall&lt;br /&gt;Love too sweet, to recall&lt;br /&gt;Dry your eyes, Face the dawn&lt;br /&gt;Life will go on&lt;br /&gt;Face the world on your own&lt;br /&gt;Life will go on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-6680080978969275326?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6680080978969275326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=6680080978969275326' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/6680080978969275326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/6680080978969275326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2007/03/life-will-go-on.html' title='Life will go on'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-3613555587664672963</id><published>2007-03-02T13:49:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:39:49.582+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R-sZBYqLW5A/Refm-bvimZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IKvaeVaP5Gg/s1600-h/789.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037248668510624146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R-sZBYqLW5A/Refm-bvimZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IKvaeVaP5Gg/s320/789.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft FrontPage 4.0" name="GENERATOR"&gt;&lt;meta content="FrontPage.Editor.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calisto MT;"&gt;One of my very good friend sent me this on my birthday yesterday, I did celebrates birthdays when I was kid, but now i don't celebrate,,,but it is really nice to get greeting from friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic Sans MS;color:#ff00ff;"&gt;If you are a chocolate you are the sweetest, if you are a Teddy&lt;br /&gt;Bear you are the most huggable, If you are a Star you are the&lt;br /&gt;Brightest, and since you are my “FRIEND” you are the “BEST” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-3613555587664672963?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3613555587664672963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=3613555587664672963' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/3613555587664672963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/3613555587664672963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2007/03/one-of-my-very-good-friend-sent-me-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R-sZBYqLW5A/Refm-bvimZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IKvaeVaP5Gg/s72-c/789.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-1234966941128072171</id><published>2007-02-23T15:57:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T14:35:18.709+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="face: 'Calisto;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"  &gt;"There is no one worse than the one who knows the truth but doesn't follow it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calisto MT;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;The statement is striking ,,isn't it??? we Muslims know the truth ,,,but we are not following it the way we should....at least I m not following the way I should,,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calisto MT;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;"Iqbal bara apdeshak hai mann batoon se moh leta hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calisto MT;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calisto MT;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Guftaar ka yeh ghazi tu bana ,kirdar ka ghazi ban na saka"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-1234966941128072171?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/1234966941128072171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/1234966941128072171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2007/02/there-is-no-one-worse-than-one-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-2286457204556383977</id><published>2007-02-11T17:26:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T17:43:33.668+05:00</updated><title type='text'>mE Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Eras Light ITC;"&gt;So I m back ,,,,,getting back always feels good...........&lt;br /&gt;well, about my absence,,,,,I was seriously buzzi,,,my sis was here from abroad,,,,,and I have had quite a lot fun with my niece and nephew,,,,,,they are gone now,,,,&lt;br /&gt;And My final year has started,,,,I choose Finance and MIS as my bi-majors....most of the student choose HRM but,,,I really don't have interest in HRM,,,,,some of my friends really tried to convince me,,,,but I believe finance and MIS is good combination for me ,,,As I am not a very social person and for HRM u have to be more than enough social , finance is the subject which interested me most lately ,,,,some say it is too dry,,,,,but I really like it,,,....most of the teachers really believe in giving home assignments, so most of the time, I have to be buzzi with it,,,,computer and I are really good friends from past four years, but nowadays I rarely get time to be with my friend ,,,so the outcome is no blogging,,,,,,plus, some problem with commenting on the blog,,so I couldn't able to comment from quite some time ,,,,,So life is going fine but hell of a buzzi,,,two repots are in pending,,,,,,,,,,,,so many things to do,,,,and i have so much to share,,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Eras Demi ITC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                            &lt;br /&gt;                                        " dil dhondta hai phir wohi fursat ke raat din" &lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-2286457204556383977?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2286457204556383977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=2286457204556383977' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/2286457204556383977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/2286457204556383977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2007/02/me-back.html' title='mE Back'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-116627404973376382</id><published>2006-12-16T17:47:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T18:02:16.696+05:00</updated><title type='text'>WateR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Eras Demi ITC;color:#0033cc;"&gt;Brad said :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Eras Demi ITC;color:#0033cc;"&gt;I need mineral water . The water I take after every game is taste like&lt;br /&gt;heaven"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Eras Light ITC;color:#0000ff;"&gt;Dialogue from a Korean drama serial " love story in Harvard", and nowadays I m burning my whole time watching this on internet, and I get addicted to it to some extent,,,and "addiction is always bad",,,,I say,,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-116627404973376382?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/116627404973376382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=116627404973376382' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/116627404973376382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/116627404973376382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2006/12/water.html' title='WateR'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-116290160152906886</id><published>2006-11-07T16:59:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T17:43:10.550+05:00</updated><title type='text'>News???</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lance Armstrong&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;The seven-time Tour de France champion made an impressive marathon debut Sunday, accomplishing his goal of finishing in less than 3 hours and thrilling fans who seemed much more enthused at seeing Armstrong than watching a Brazilian man and a Latvian woman win titles earlier on a crisp autumn afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;Armstrong's time was 2 hours, 59 minutes and 36 seconds. His shirt soaked in sweat, he virtually walked the last couple of steps to the finish line. He shuffled into a post-race news conference, his right shin heavily taped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;"I think I bit off more than I could chew, I thought the marathon would be easier,"&lt;/u&gt; he said. "(My shins) started to hurt in the second half, especially the right one. I could barely walk up here, because the calves are completely knotted up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;He called the race&lt;u&gt; "the hardest physical thing I have ever done" &lt;/u&gt;? even more grueling than his worst days on the Tour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;"I never felt a point where I hit the wall, it was really a gradual progression of fatigue and soreness."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Before the race that was my goal, I wanted to break 3 hours. But if you told me with 3 miles to go, `You're going to do 3:05,' I wouldn't have cared," he said. &lt;u&gt;"Honestly, at the end I was so tired, I couldn't care. Now I'm glad I did."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;Will he be back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Now's not the time to ask that question.The answer now is no, I'll never be back. But I reserve the right to change my mind," he said. &lt;u&gt;"I don't know how these guys do it."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so he proved,,,he was the master of one but can't become the jack of all trades,,,,,,,but he can change his mind,,,,,i m loving the statements he gave in press conference after marathorn,,,,,,,freak i m,,,,never mind,,,,exam is so near,,,&amp;amp; i m doing this,,,,watching movies,blogging,,,day dreaming,,,,,,is there any kind of phobia like this ?,,,,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A lady start enjoying life,,,because her paper is quite near,,,,Please Allah Help me!........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-116290160152906886?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/116290160152906886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=116290160152906886' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/116290160152906886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/116290160152906886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2006/11/news.html' title='News???'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-116204035700996688</id><published>2006-10-28T17:38:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T17:59:17.020+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Maiandra GD;font-size:130%;color:#ff6699;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;"The road to a friend house is never long"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no matter how far we are&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;you are always close to my heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-116204035700996688?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/116204035700996688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=116204035700996688' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/116204035700996688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/116204035700996688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2006/10/friend.html' title='Friend'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-116027589794130063</id><published>2006-10-08T07:25:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T08:00:24.746+05:00</updated><title type='text'>8 October 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Eras Bold ITC;color:#ff0000;"&gt;8 oct 2005 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Eras Bold ITC;color:#ff0000;"&gt;8:52 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Tw Cen MT';"&gt;An earthquake measuring 7.6 on Richter scale hit azad Kashmir and some areas of N.W.F.P .it was indeed a very sad day. One can felt the sadness in the environment on that day. it was second Ramadan .I got up at 9 am and stunned to saw the rubble of Margalla hills. Up to that time we were unaware of the destruction happened in other areas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Tw Cen MT';"&gt;Next day when TV channels started showing the destruction happened in muzafarabad,balakot and bagh ,,,,it was terrible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Tw Cen MT';"&gt;I still remember when Hamid Mir, Geo Reporter was in Kashmir ,,, he asked to a kid that why he is crying,,he pointed out to a body lying on the road and said he is my brother,,,,,,,,,,,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Tw Cen MT';"&gt;I still remember the video of the collapsing of margalla towers,,someone made through his/her mobile phone,,,and passerby said loudly "&lt;strong&gt; bhaion ! Kalima perh loo&lt;/strong&gt;",,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Tw Cen MT';"&gt;Watching people crying for their loved one and parents holding the dead bodies of their kids,,,,,,,,,,,, those was days when I saw the grief in the face of every Pakistani,,,,,,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Tw Cen MT';"&gt;Some say earthquake was a test and some say it was a punishment from Allah,,,,Allah knows better......... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Tw Cen MT';"&gt;Brig.Ahsan who was in charge of azad Kashmir army when earthquake came,,,he himself lost his 10 year old son, but he came to work after burial to help other .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 12pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Tw Cen MT';font-size:130%;"&gt;With all those tragic moments we faced as a nation on 8 Oct 2005,,one positive aspects was that the way we as a nation behaved was overwhelming,,,,, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Tw Cen MT';font-size:130%;"&gt;Today is a first anniversary of 8 October earthquake, I saw the generosity of people last year but we need it again to rebuild the earthquake-affected areas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Schoolbook;color:#6666ff;"&gt;Aadmi ko jala ke sholon mein&lt;br /&gt;Yeh tu kundan banana atee hain&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;Mushkilo se kabhi na ghabrana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Schoolbook;color:#6666ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;Mushkilain azmane atee atee hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Schoolbook;color:#6666ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-116027589794130063?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/116027589794130063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=116027589794130063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/116027589794130063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/116027589794130063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2006/10/8-october-2005.html' title='8 October 2005'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-115892917817067562</id><published>2006-09-22T17:37:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T12:31:04.136+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Excerpt.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Gill Sans MT;"&gt;An excerpt from " The path of Khan " published in The observer ,touched my heart,........... tears rolled down on my cheeks after reading this particular passage ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, So I decided to write it here...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: 0px" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Eras Demi ITC;"&gt;"It was watching his mother die an awful death of cancer, unable to get treatment or even pain relief in Pakistan, that drove him to his proudest achievement, a $25m cancer hospital named in her honour in Lahore. He raised the money through campaigns and donation.&lt;br /&gt;           He started with Pakistan's richest men , many of whom had gone to his school, but quickly realised that generosity had nothing to do with wealth. So he went to the public: he enlisted the help of a small army of children - even though to start with he was terrified to stand up in front of a school assembly. 'In the end,' he says , 'I needed $4m in six weeks. I got an open jeep, put a big sack for money on the back and toured from north to south asking for help. I started at seven in the morning and carried on till midnight. In those six weeks I changed. I realised the generosity of tea boys, taxi drivers, the poorest people bringing 10 rupee notes - and also their faith. I was saying,"Don't worry: save your money". And they said, "We are not doing it for you, we are doing it for our God"."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: 0px" align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: 0px" align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: 0px" align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-115892917817067562?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/115892917817067562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=115892917817067562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/115892917817067562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/115892917817067562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2006/09/excerpt.html' title='Excerpt.....'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-115754478964164023</id><published>2006-09-06T16:28:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T20:33:04.223+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Defence Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Gill Sans MT;"&gt;what should I write abt this day....it is 6 September,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day of a victory,,,Day of Destiny,,,Day of sacrifice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This very day always bring loads of sentiments,,,but with pleasure,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is some sadness always there exclusively for me,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness of being not one of them,,,,, but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always try to console myself by saying that " I tried" and that's the thing which matter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some past days I came to realize,,,that Flying was not a suitable job for me, but&lt;br /&gt;the fact was i really wanted to do that, but what Allah knows we don't.....so that is the full stop of everyone's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On this day ,I also would like to write on my blog&lt;br /&gt;one of my favorite quotation ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Gill Sans MT;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Gill Sans MT;font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;" If I don't return, tell them that I sacrificed my today for their tomorrow"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Gill Sans MT;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;says an air force official while taking off the plane ...................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Gill Sans MT;"&gt;Love this son..........by najam sheraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Eras Demi ITC;color:#3366cc;"&gt;In fizaoon se agey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Eras Demi ITC;color:#3366cc;"&gt;asmano se agey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Eras Demi ITC;color:#3366cc;"&gt;kehkashaoon se agey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Eras Demi ITC;color:#3366cc;"&gt;hum ko jana hai kaheen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Eras Demi ITC;color:#3366cc;"&gt;neelgon aasman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Eras Demi ITC;color:#3366cc;"&gt;surma,een badliyan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Eras Demi ITC;color:#3366cc;"&gt;bazoon main bharee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Eras Demi ITC;color:#3366cc;"&gt;shoq ki bijliyan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Eras Demi ITC;color:#3366cc;"&gt;in fizaoon mein yeh kaisa ehsaas&lt;br /&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Eras Demi ITC;color:#3366cc;"&gt;mai terey pas hoon tu merey pas&lt;br /&gt;hai.....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Gill Sans MT;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-115754478964164023?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/115754478964164023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=115754478964164023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/115754478964164023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/115754478964164023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2006/09/defence-day.html' title='Defence Day'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-115598222152098574</id><published>2006-08-19T14:42:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T15:10:21.540+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain,,,AnD Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rain is considered as blessing of Allah and indeed it is ,,,but if u r living in a city like karachi,,,,,then,,,u feel like submerged,,,,,,just 75 ml rain,,,26 people has died,,,,the worst traffic jam karachi seen on thursday,,,and 4 feet water on the roads,,,this is the condition of the biggest city of pakistan,,,i m hating all the establishment of pakistan for this,,,,just wondering  is there any establishment there?? and city nazim,,,,,ohh,,,,,please sir,,,,just one line for u " Action speaks louder than the word",,,So please Act&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;        But these are part of the game if u r living in a big city,,but i still  love this city .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Posting on blog after a long time,,,,been buzzi,,,,there are so many problems i m facing nowadays,,,,sometime i just get  irritated with these problems,,,,and start thinking ,,,blah blah blah,,,why we on this earth are facing so many problems  ?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                  The other day,,one of teacher told us that life is pleasure and death is pain.....i thought abt it so much ,,,is it so??? why life becomes so difficult,, ? Sometime seemsthere is nothing left but ..A/c TO Iqbal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;                      " na ho naumeed , naumeedi zawal-e-ilm-o- irfan hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;                         umeed mard-e-maumin ha khuda ke raaz daano mein" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                                  So i M still hopeful,,,,,,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-115598222152098574?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/115598222152098574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=115598222152098574' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/115598222152098574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/115598222152098574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2006/08/rainand-me.html' title='Rain,,,AnD Me'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-115219585247736240</id><published>2006-07-06T18:52:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T19:24:12.560+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nowadays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was buzzi in watching soccer,,so that why i didn't write anything on blog,,,,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;atlast the two finalist are decided italy and france,,,i was happy when italy won,,but viceversa when french won,,because i was with C.Ronaldo team,he is a nice player,,and one of my favourite footballer,,,,but,,one has to lose,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and zidance,a class player and class act,,,,,the way he acted after the victory ,,spectacular,,,,,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i feel sad after every match ,,,,the way these big stars cry,,,,,,see how C.ronaldo was crying when scolari brought him back because of thigh injury,,,,and esp david odonkor,,,of german,,,he was crying like a ,,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am realy inspired how much they are in to this wonderful sports....... once i read this quote,,,,but in this worldcup i experienced it,,,,now i m quite sure about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is nothing more powerful than seeing a grown man cry. It shows a sensitivity and vulnerability that is very appealing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wish ,,paksitan also has a world class soccer team,,,,,,,,,,we are famous for football making but we don't play football ,,this is disgusting,,,,,,,,pakistan exported 10 billion $ of footballs for this worldcup,,,,,,,,,,,,,,this only happens in pakistan,,,,,,,,,,,,,, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;khair,,,cricket season,,,is just ready to start,,,,today pakistan is playing a four day match with England A,,,,,,,,,,,i realy want M.Sami to perform,,,,,,he has potential ,,every one believe in himself ,,,like Imran khan,,,when will he prove,,,i guess this is the last chance for him,,he is one of my favourite,,,,,,,,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I m taking too much interest in sports,,,hmm,,, not bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-115219585247736240?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/115219585247736240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=115219585247736240' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/115219585247736240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/115219585247736240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2006/07/nowadays.html' title='Nowadays'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-115046361398906656</id><published>2006-06-16T18:08:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T18:13:34.016+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Foooooty,,,,,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so me again,,nowdays completely lost n buzzi in football...what a game the football is....my likeness is not only limit to footy,,,,but actually i love all sports,,except one,,,WRESTLING,,,,&lt;br /&gt;If i have to make a list of a teamas I m supporting,,, and my favourites players....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;here is the list,,,,,,,&lt;br /&gt;1.Saudiarabia--------------- Yasir al khatani , Sami al jabir&lt;br /&gt;2.Iran ------------------------ Ali karimi,Ali daye&lt;br /&gt;3.Brazil---------------------- all stars,,but kaka,Ronaldo and Ronaldinio&lt;br /&gt;4.Ivory cost----------------- Didier dobago ,,such a nice player&lt;br /&gt;5.Argentina ----------------- Messi&lt;br /&gt;6.England ------------------- Daivd bechem ,Rooney&lt;br /&gt;7.Germany-------------------Micheal ballack&lt;br /&gt;so the list will goes on becaue there are so many tams,,,,,but these are my most favourites team,,,,&lt;br /&gt;In their first match , saudis played well,,,yasir al khatani looks like a real asian ronaldo,,,i m realy impressed,,,,and the goal by sami-al-jabar was spectecular,,,,but they leveled the game,,,as tunis did their second goal in the stopage time,,,,and the result was draw..but what a exciting game that was,,,,,,,, one thing i noticed ,,the way saudi team rejoiced after the goal was worth watching,,,doing sajda's ,,,saying prayers,,,thanking Allah ,,,i just cann't describe what i felt ...,,words cann't describe what i felt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/_41766758_khatani416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/320/_41766758_khatani416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yasir -al-khatani ,,,celebrating after his first goal in the world cup,,,,,he is a fine player....i will definately follow him onward,,,,,he is very young too,,,just 23,,,very speedy,,and tactical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Picture taken from bbc sports..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-115046361398906656?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/115046361398906656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=115046361398906656' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/115046361398906656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/115046361398906656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2006/06/foooooty.html' title='Foooooty,,,,,'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-115028421743854485</id><published>2006-06-14T16:11:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T16:23:37.646+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Cents</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ere is two cents but not by me ,,but by one of my favourite personality,,,,"Imran Khan"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Script MT Bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"compromise for ur objective but never on ur objectives " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Script MT Bold;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"To hate the failure is a good thing but fear of failure make u act negative " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-115028421743854485?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/115028421743854485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=115028421743854485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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bad times are part of our life but i know ,,writing those moments is soothing, writng good moments gives u pleasure and writing abt ur bad situations in life calms u ,But I cann't write ,,,,,,,i m introvert in nature,,i always like to hide myself,,,there is nothing bad about me to hide but still ,,,i do not know why there is a fear inside me ,,fear of unknown,,,fear ,,i coulds't understand what is it about ,,,,once one of my Friend called me "MYSTERIOUS",,,,,she was right up to some extent,,,,,i M mysterious,,,,i m not what i pretend,,,,i m person with double personality,,,but when i say double personality it does n 't mean ,,good and bad ,,it means ,,one forworld,,and one for myself,,,,,,isn't it happens with every one ? ,,i thnk it is,,,, Every one is trying to pretend,,his/her ideal character,,in order to be liked by others ,,Sometimes every thing look like a Hullucination,,,like world is nothing but something,,,,Why is the truth of the world is difficult to comprehend ? ...&lt;br /&gt;Now,,let's take a turn towards poetry,,,the below mentioned ghazal is masterpiece ,,,i have been in love with this from my childhood,,,,wese bhee i consider iqbal as my spritual teacher,,,,,one special thing more abt it is that when kalpana chawla ,indian astronaut , mmet indian president ,,she read this ghazal there also ,,,,she also liked iqbal,,,,, : - )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/320/130.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-115021810759961696?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/115021810759961696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=115021810759961696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/115021810759961696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/115021810759961696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2006/06/mysterious.html' title='MyStErIoUs..........? . ?'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-115011958241024481</id><published>2006-06-12T18:19:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T15:45:29.410+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fana,,aa</title><content type='html'>So,,,on vacation i m nowadays,,,,enjoying football worldcup,,,,saw all matches till yet,,iran realy disappointed me yesterday with their 3-1 defeat.........watching too much tv nowadays,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just saw a conterversial movie "fanaa" by amir khan,,,i rarely watch urdu movies,,,but this one i wanted to watch,,,,,i called it a love story,,,kajal was looking great,,and the kid has realy done well,,,,,they just touched kashmir issue also,,,in a manner that they would please all the three parties india,pakistan and kashmir,,, ,,,the music of the movie was good especially instrumental,,they use rubab's music which is very soothing,,,,and poetry was a bit cheap,,,,look like amir khan himself did that ,,, :-)&lt;br /&gt;I start thinking too much abt flying and airforce,,,and again start dreamiing that after masters,,i will join ,,,,,i m such a freak ,,,,about it,,,,&lt;br /&gt;" tumhe bhulana he awal tu dastaras mein nahee&lt;br /&gt;  jo ikhtayar bhee hota tu kiya bhula detey"&lt;br /&gt;sometime i think ,,falling in love with Flying and airforce is madness,,,it is and will onesided always...it is like fire which is burning me from inside constantly ,,,,,,, it is not good,,,,,,,,,,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-115011958241024481?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/115011958241024481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=115011958241024481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/115011958241024481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/115011958241024481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2006/06/fanaaa.html' title='Fana,,aa'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-114959243090404049</id><published>2006-06-06T16:05:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T15:48:38.330+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam is over........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So Exam is over...........Sigh,,,,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now i m feeling like empty,,,,nothing to do,,,vacation started in university,,,,So,,,,,,there is so much time to blog now,,,,,,but,,,,Nothing to blog.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but insha-Allah,, ,,,will keep posting,,,,today is my Niece's birthday,,,and i m happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO U ,,,DEAR S"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I m missing u alot....(she lives in abroad),,,,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-114959243090404049?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/114959243090404049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=114959243090404049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/114959243090404049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/114959243090404049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2006/06/exam-is-over.html' title='Exam is over........'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-114691297886948474</id><published>2006-05-06T15:36:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T15:56:18.916+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams,,,exams,,,,exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hmm,,,so again exam is ready to come,,,starting from 16th,,,,,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i m feeling exhausted,awful,,,,I lost my statistics file,,,i solved all the question in it ,,there are so many student who photostated my solution,,as i did all the work very systemetically and cleanly,,,,,,and now it get lost,,,,,:o ( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yesterday i recieved four phone calls,,,from friends ,,,,,every one wanted their work to be done,,,what should i do with my work?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Early in the morning i made a whole report on " child labor" for a friend,,and still my own report on "life and its purpose" is still incomplete...i just can't refused people............but i cann't do others work all the time aswell,,,,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I acted so rudely in university today....i m feeling exhasuted,,,have to do so many assignments,,have to complete my report,,have to make two programing assignment aswell,,and prepare for the presentation ,,a headache near exam ,,,,and then has to prepare for the exam also,,,has to sleep also,,,as i just slept for 4 hours last night,,,,i m feeling irritated,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what i do????????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title='Exams,,,exams,,,,exams'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-114571248573481222</id><published>2006-04-22T18:10:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T22:05:56.596+05:00</updated><title type='text'>ARTHUR ASHE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;I came to know abt him through urdu newspaper ,,when one of my favourite urdu columist , gave his example to a boy ,who lost his all family in 8 Oct earthquake,,,from then,,he became inspiration for me and will be with me as an inspiration ,,,,,,and gives me strenght to bear the pain of living life ,,,,,,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Eras Demi ITC;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let me tell u abt Arthur Ashe............&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Arthur Ashe born and raised in segregated Richmond, Virginia, Arthur's physical stature did little to indicate his future career as a professional athlete. "Skinny as a straw," Arthur derived countless hours of pleasure reading and listening to music with his mother, Mattie. He also showed a surprising flair for tennis from the first time he picked up a racquet. At the age of six, Mattie passed away suddenly. Though heartbroken, Arthur's memory of his beloved mother was a source of inspiration throughout his life.&lt;br /&gt;Upon graduation from high school, Arthur was good enough to earn a tennis scholarship to UCLA.His college career culminated in his winning an individual championship in 1965.In actuality, Arthur Ashe was a trailblazer for African-American males in tennis every time he succeeded on the court, in much the same fashion as Althea Gibson had for African-American females some 10 years earlier.In a year (1969) when he was basking in the international fame he had gained the previous year after winning the US Open and playing a key role on the United States winning Davis Cup team, two separate issues came to the forefront and helped shape Arthur the activist, a role he never ran from throughout his life if he believed in the cause. Later that year, as the #1-ranked American and one of the best players in the world, Arthur applied for a visa to play in the South African Open, a prestigious event. His visa was denied because of the color of his skin. Though Arthur was well aware that this would probably be the case, he decided to take a bold stand. His call for expulsion from South Africa from the tennis tour and Davis Cup play was quickly supported by numerous prominent individuals and organizations, both in and out of the tennis world. In effect, he raised the world?s awareness to the oppressive form of government (apartheid) of South Africa. Buoyed by Arthur Ashe?s initial efforts, blacks in South Africa slowly but surely began to see change come about in their country. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Eras Demi ITC;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but the thing inspire me most is,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;In 1988, he tested positive for HIV. Doctors told him he most certainly contracted the virus by getting an infected blood transfusion in during a 1983 heart operation. one of his fan wrote a ltter to him and asked !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why does GOD have to select you " Arthur " for such a bad disease? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Eras Demi ITC;color:#666666;"&gt;To this Arthur Ashe replied:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The world over -- 5 crore children start playing tennis, 50 lac learn to play tennis, 5 lac learn professional tennis, 50,000 come to the circuit, 5000 reach the grand slam, 50 reach Wimbeldon, 4 to semi final, 2 to the finals, When I was holding a cup I never asked GOD "Why me?"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And today in pain I should not be asking GOD "Why me?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He once said,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"If I were to say 'God, why me?' about the bad things, then I should have said 'God, why me?' about the good things that happened in my life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the story of arthur ashe,,,I wrote it on my blog because i want me to remember this,,there is a message hidden in this story ,,there is strenght,,,and there is HOPE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I feel like uplifted ,,,,,,,,,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-114571248573481222?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/114571248573481222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=114571248573481222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/114571248573481222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/114571248573481222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2006/04/arthur-ashe.html' title='ARTHUR ASHE'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-114113954770703136</id><published>2006-02-28T20:08:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T15:11:26.046+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get back to my blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well,i didn't write a word from quite sometime because of my universities and my exams ,,actually i became the sandwich between the two universities,,so how can a lazy person like me take out time to write even i want to write,,but the schedule became very tight,,,but now free from one university so thats why i am here again,,&lt;br /&gt;so lets talk abt first the blocking of blogs in pakistan,,,,PTA is suffering for any mental disorder,,i m sure abt it ,,if they are having problem with some of the blogs then block them,,why they are blocking the whole domain of blogspot,,,,khair ,,,&lt;br /&gt;so i did what i m used to of doing ,,skip one more paper in this semester,,,Ama was very angry and my siblings too,,,,but they don't know how difficult it is manage two degrees at the same time,,,&lt;br /&gt;one more thing,,yesterday i was listening to a news there were a report abt the mushaira held day before yesterday at karachi .in that mushaira , sindh interior ministor who himself do peotry read this couplet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"sab dushmanan-e-aman meri neend ley gaye&lt;br /&gt;ab jagta hoo sheher ke araam key liye"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nice one ,,,,, hai na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-114113954770703136?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/114113954770703136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=114113954770703136' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/114113954770703136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/114113954770703136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2006/02/get-back-to-my-blog.html' title='Get back to my blog'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-113672248080976269</id><published>2006-01-08T16:59:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T17:29:21.896+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aik Arzoo,,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love iqbal's poetry,i always consider him one of my spritual teacher. he simply is the best poet,,I learn alot from his poetry and prose,,i always think that whatever he wrote is the voice of my heart,,the poem "aik arzo" is the voice of my inner ,,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/3.2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/400/3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-113672248080976269?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/113672248080976269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=113672248080976269' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/113672248080976269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/113672248080976269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2006/01/aik-arzoo.html' title='Aik Arzoo,,'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-113662565646690848</id><published>2006-01-07T13:56:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T14:35:04.423+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today,,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I awake all night yesterday but good thing is that i offered fajr after a long time and then i slept,i have to go to the university today,,but i didn't,,will go from monday..,feeling sad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;missed first day in the university,,,&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i saw a movie "A Walk to remember" based on the novel by nicolas sparks,,the movie was great ,,i enjoyed every bit of it...&lt;br /&gt;just to share something from the movie,these verses touched my heart,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Maiandra GD;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Love is always patient and kind.&lt;br /&gt;It is never jealous. Love is&lt;br /&gt;never boastful or conceited. It&lt;br /&gt;is never rude or selfish. It does&lt;br /&gt;not take offense and is not&lt;br /&gt;resentful. Love takes no pleasure&lt;br /&gt;in other people's sins, but&lt;br /&gt;delights in the truth. It is&lt;br /&gt;always ready to excuse, to trust,&lt;br /&gt;to hope, and to endure whatever&lt;br /&gt;comes...'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-113662565646690848?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/113662565646690848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=113662565646690848' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/113662565646690848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/113662565646690848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2006/01/today.html' title='Today,,'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-113653953013796452</id><published>2006-01-06T14:01:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T14:37:09.193+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cricket crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Eras Demi ITC;"&gt;I am such a cricket crazy person ,,,but i m not the only one,, ...i m a big big crciket fan ,,cricket is not just the game, it is a subcontinent culture and rightly so,,,To quoteCLR James, "What do they know of South Asia who do not know cricket?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i m waiting for the magic to begin,,yesterday indian team arrived in pakistan .and i m happy,,,say the least,,, actually i inherited this liking from my bro,,he himself a cricket crazy ,,all his work go in pending when cricket season start,,and his life becomes abnormal,,,sadly i do the same,,,,i again start reading cricinfo, fox sports and bbc news,bob site ,pak passion ,world-a-team forum and etc,,,,,and yeah,,bbc test match special is such a amusing forum to read,,most of the member just know one thing,,,fight as much as u can but with words,,,i think they realy belive in that " pen is stronger than the sword",,but sometime they just cross their limit.....,,khair,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last time when they came here ,we lost to them,,,,but this time i m quite hopeful of winning (insha-Allah) we have a good team,,,with attitude change shoaib,inform inzi bhai,,and afridi is also doing well ,,and not to forget muhammad yousuf,,,a changed man,,,,and sami ,,i realy want him to perform ,,as he is a karachite,,and we see very few bowlers in international cricket from karachi,,,but as Imran khan said,,he will come to training camp to give him some tips before the series so,,,goodluck to him aswell,,,,,,,,but india has a good team as well,,,so insha-Allah ,,will see some close matches ,,with pakistan winning those :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-113653953013796452?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/113653953013796452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=113653953013796452' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/113653953013796452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/113653953013796452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2006/01/cricket-crazy_06.html' title='Cricket crazy'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-113636765787709420</id><published>2006-01-04T13:03:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T14:40:58.113+05:00</updated><title type='text'>buzzi Days</title><content type='html'>To all&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;** HAPPY NEW YEAR **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so i m having my midterm exam nowadays,,two first papers gone just alright,,,and now big  holidays,,rest of the papers are after eid,,, :-)  and karachi has become so cold nowadays...and atlast winter came to karachi aswell. People start wearing sweaters and jackets,,,i love this season. The january also started and i m waitng for this month ,,,cricket season is coming again....high sentiments ,crushing toes,patience of inzi,madness of afridi,faster and slower one of  shoaib,boundries of sehwag,,,,,,,,,,,,,,and what else..i hope pakistan will win this time,,cann't wait  for this seires....i m also planning to write new year resolutions this time,,,,i m such a lazzi person,,never indulge in making resolutions and other stuff,,,i don't know why,,,and also january bring the starting of a new era for me,,,my masters classes are starting from seventh,,and i m quite ambitious this time ,,,, insha-Allah ...i wil study hard....and jan  aslo bring the closing of an Era for me as well as my BS course will be ended in march,,,, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-113636765787709420?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/113636765787709420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=113636765787709420' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/113636765787709420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/113636765787709420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2006/01/buzzi-days.html' title='buzzi Days'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-113603361918244323</id><published>2005-12-31T17:37:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T18:39:02.803+05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart, My Traveler</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Eras Demi ITC;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I extraxted this from the peom of faiz ahmad faiz " dil man ,musafir man " , i realy like it especially the last couplet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Eras Demi ITC;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Eras Demi ITC;"&gt;My Heart, My Traveler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tumhe kiya kaho kai kya hai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Eras Demi ITC;color:#009900;"&gt;How can I convey to you, my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;shab-e-gham buree bala hai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Eras Demi ITC;color:#009900;"&gt;how horrible is a night of lonliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hamain yeh bhee tha ghaneemat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Eras Demi ITC;color:#009900;"&gt;It would suffice to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;jo koi shumar hota &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Eras Demi ITC;color:#009900;"&gt;if there were just some count&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;humein kiya bura tha merna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Eras Demi ITC;color:#009900;"&gt;I would gladly welcome death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;agar aik bar hota &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Eras Demi ITC;"&gt;if it were to come but once&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-113603361918244323?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/113603361918244323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=113603361918244323' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/113603361918244323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/113603361918244323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-heart-my-traveler.html' title='My Heart, My Traveler'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-113594805907062682</id><published>2005-12-30T17:35:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T18:39:35.696+05:00</updated><title type='text'>My all Time Favourite Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love this song,sang by R.kelly,,,i can relate to this song,thats why i love it ,,whenever i feel sad ,,i listen this ,,it gives me comfort,,,so sharing it with u,,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#006600;"&gt;I used to think that I could not go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#006600;"&gt;And life was nothing but an awful song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#006600;"&gt;But now I know the meaning of true love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#006600;"&gt;I'm leaning on the everlasting arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#006600;"&gt;If I can see it, then I can do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#006600;"&gt;If I just believe it, there's nothing to it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#006600;"&gt;I believe I can fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#006600;"&gt;I believe I can touch the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#006600;"&gt;I think about it every night and day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#006600;"&gt;Spread my wings and fly away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#006600;"&gt;I believe I can soar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#006600;"&gt;I see me running through that open door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#006600;"&gt;I believe I can fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#006600;"&gt;See I was on the verge of breaking down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#006600;"&gt;Sometimes silence can seem so loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#006600;"&gt;There are miracles in life I must achieve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#006600;"&gt;But first I know it starts inside of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#006600;"&gt;If I can see it, then I can do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#006600;"&gt;If I just believe it, there's nothing to it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#006600;"&gt;Hey, cuz I believe in me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#006600;"&gt;If I can see it, then I can do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#006600;"&gt;If I just believe it, there's nothing to it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-113594805907062682?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/113594805907062682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=113594805907062682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/113594805907062682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/113594805907062682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-all-time-favourite-song.html' title='My all Time Favourite Song'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-113567366545989342</id><published>2005-12-27T13:42:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T17:15:35.430+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something abt Flying</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;let's talk abt flying. Flying is something i am in love with.once its liking crossed the boundries but now it comes in its boundries again.i love aircraft,aeroplanes and helis and stuff like that. u must think i m freak ,,may be i m. Not preety much sure abt it.i have heard and seen that those who failed in worldly love ( ishq-e-mijazi) get a chance to be involved in real love (ishq-e-haqiqi),,may Allah give me chance to be involved in that,,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so we were talking abt flying,,once i got a chance ,,chance to be part of my favourite organization as fighter pilot but i failed...years back one day i decided if i get a chance and i would get failed then i would commit suicide but when i realy failed i didn't commit any suicide ,,because i think i m not that type of person or so....,,so i gave up that nasty idea,,,,but the love of flying is still with me and will be with me all the time,,,,but i know for sure that life is not all abt flying,,u have to see life in braoder terms,,life is a test ,,,i m not feeling well at this time ,,,it happens when i hear abt the death of someone,,,yesterday i heard abt a  death of one of my neigbourer . he was quite young,,,in his early twenties,,,he had been fighting with the throat cancer from a year or so,,,when yesterday i heard abt his death,from then i has been thinking abt the death and that guy,,,,even i don't know him,,this happen to me and ,,may be it happen with every one,,,will share my thoughts abt flying in future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bye,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-113567366545989342?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/113567366545989342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=113567366545989342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/113567366545989342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/113567366545989342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2005/12/something-abt-flying.html' title='Something abt Flying'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-113472488214319909</id><published>2005-12-16T14:10:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T18:28:10.693+05:00</updated><title type='text'>cricket , karachi and me</title><content type='html'>I got up on time even a bit earlier,and it is quite rare in this month because of vacation I usualy get up very late some time 11:00 or 12 :00.but today is a special today,,yeah,,,match in my city karachi.i usualy like to watch matches on T.V. so watched the whole match on TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a holiday for students,,it can only happen in karachi. the nosie spectaters were making was realy good . and just then the carnage started . a carnage from pakistani batsmen towards english bowlers. Afridi was playing realy well,,silly run out. And pakistani popoye the sailor " Razzaq "...he is definately the best hitter in the death over. Thank God karachi hosted an international match safely. i don't know who the hell created the fuss that karachi is the most dangerous city and blah blah blah..&lt;br /&gt;on the other day i was reading the daily diary of andrew miller on cricinfo . he share his thoughs about karachi .so let me share it with u ,diary,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It is a raucous city, in which everyone is on the go, and everyone is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;the make &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Taxi drivers have an Arabesque understanding of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;value &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;of the pound,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;while little kids swarm around the innumerable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;traffic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;lights, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;relentlessly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;tapping the stranded motorists for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;spare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Karachi is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;functional&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;metropolis in the st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;arkest sense.&lt;br /&gt;It does not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;exist for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;benefit of its &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;visitors, and it barely seems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;to exist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;for itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;This is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;not a city that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;bothers with niceties,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;therein lies the mistrust &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;that colours &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;its reputation. The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;hustle, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;the bustle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;the slight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;air of cynicism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It almost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;reminded me of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;London. Perhaps &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;that's why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Karachi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;is so feared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It's so much&lt;br /&gt;easier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;romanticise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;than empathise. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But with all these good and bad things about karachi ,i love this city . this city is more than a city for me . this is like a mother to me . some call "karachi" most dangerous city ,,,i realy get irritated when people start talking like this,,,,,,,&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh yeah,,one more thing to discuss my interview and group discussion. The interview has gone quite well ,,and the interviewer was over interested in business policies of pakistan and i was like under interested,,,hhmm,,,,the group discussion was just ok. Lack of cofidence and fluency made it realy difficult to disucss the topic,,,but i am very hopeful of getting admission there. Masters in adminitrative sciences has never been my dream in life but now i realy want to do it . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this time ,isha-Allah i will take the studies seriously,,,,,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lets hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;see ya again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-113472488214319909?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/113472488214319909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=113472488214319909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/113472488214319909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/113472488214319909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/2005/12/cricket-karachi-and-me.html' title='cricket , karachi and me'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-112575095251256071</id><published>2005-09-03T17:12:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T13:39:18.946+05:00</updated><title type='text'>hard times</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hello dairy,&lt;br /&gt;so as i told u that i m such an irregular person thats why i came here after two month ,,,,&lt;br /&gt;so i am not feeling well nowdays ,,,even i don't have words to describe the situation,,sometime i want to lost somewhere,,,could be very dangerous if happened....i want to make myself right esp religiously,,,and i need a teacher,,someone to tell me what is right and what is wrong..,,,,&lt;br /&gt;I m so down nowdays,,and there is so much i want to share with u ,diary but i don't have words,,,,it happened with everyone that there are no word to describe the situation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i need peace .....,,,,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;see ya again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-112575095251256071?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/112575095251256071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-112003858200736413</id><published>2005-06-29T14:29:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T18:16:56.706+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring days ,,,,,,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So nowadays days are so boring,,,weather is extremely hot here ,,,so is temper. still studies is going on in university but i m not going ,,,as i do not like my university ,,,my all class mates are dumb ,,or may be it is other way around.......i m in the last year of my bechelor in Information Technology ....and after that i have a plan to do other things .....may be then i will take some interest in studies....i m a B grade student,,may be u ask why....i know i can be good at studies,,,but i never take my studies as seriously as i should,,, &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;but kiya kero Dil nahee chata..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;let me tell u the story behind "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dil nahee chata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;",,,,actualy from my childhood i wanted to be a Fighter pilot ,,so one day when i came back home from university my sister showed me the advertisement that pakistan airforce are recruitng girls in airforce,,,i was so happy,,,,i passed all initial tests then airforce invited some selected girls to Inter Services Selection board ,,,i was one of them,,,we spent four days there ,,those four days are best and unforgetteble days of my life,I.S.S.B tests u psychologicaly,physicaly,educationaly .....so much physical involvement there ,,,had to jump over trenches ,,had to walk on the robe,,and had to lift up heavy weight,,but i m not complaining ,,,,and a big interview...things were not going in favour of me there...and then we came back to home and the fifth day i recived a letter from I.S.S.B that u r " not recommeded " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now three years passed but ,,( no idea what to write here )...I m living life ,,may be life is living me after that incident......i still find difficult to take interest in my educational life,,,,,,life became so hard for me ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,so this is most important reason,,,,i tried so mach hard to concentrate on studies but in vein,,,,nowadays i start praying,,,,,i know only Allah can help me and after this i can help my self,,,,as someone says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"God help those who help themseleves "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;now enough for today.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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,,,,,,'/><author><name>Anaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796366628507207924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6970/1251/1600/falcontwin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13989404.post-111986377591908675</id><published>2005-06-28T02:05:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T13:48:03.976+05:00</updated><title type='text'>My first post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So i found the place where i can write what i want .This is gonna be my first post to the blog),,but before this i want to tell that i am very difficult person to understand ,,,i ,myself is in proces of understanding myself,,and thats why i  have very few friends  ,,,,,so this is mine last year in the university,and i realy find difficult to study now,,i think i need some break........i did not sleep yesterday,,i awake whole night,,,,and nowadays it happened quite often ,,,,,i hope i will carry on this writing habit in future,,but i m such a irregular person......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;These are the first abstract thoughts for my abstract diary....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13989404-111986377591908675?l=abstractdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abstractdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/111986377591908675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13989404&amp;postID=111986377591908675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13989404/posts/default/111986377591908675'/><link rel='self' 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