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Mar 2015
At last He is the pivot of my vision
For whom; you have become an example
O’ My Mother!
For whom; Toor was decorated as stage
For whom; there is no use of sleep and or tiresome
For whom; who have power of control of universe
And who is most Merciful and Beneficent
Who! exists before and after the time
His Honor of love that you are selected
As your motherly feelings and you are matchless in the world
I have listened to a call of Unseen Eternal Voice
“I used to love my human not less than seventy mothers”
A translation of my own poem written in Urdu language. The name of book is "RAH TAKTI AANKH (راہ تکتی آنکھ)"
Toor is a famous mountain in Egypt where under a shady mysterious tree Hazrat Musa talked with God according to Islamic History.
Dr Zik
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Dr Zik  M/Pakistan
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     John Stevens, SPT and Dr Zik
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