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Dua to attract someone Today i am going to tell you about the love, attraction in our beautiful and complete deen Islam as our religion is all complete and Allah does that perfect with his all showering blessings upon allah regret making some of the decisions during now days due to they fall in love with in immature or inappropriate age with the wrong person. Many people are facing all these obstacles in their love life! do you know? that Allah created His slaves whom the first one was very respected Hazrat Aadam A.s and then Allah Saw him alone so Allah created an attraction for him none other than but bibi Hawa, when hazrat Adam A.S looked at her he did feel a beautiful love attraction and tried to touch her but Allah commanded “stop”! Hazrat Adam does not touched her with out the command of Allah. Allah made them in the bound of nikkah him self and then allowed him to love her. Islamic Ruhani Amal Specialist Wazifa dua for love marriage, Contact to Molvi ji +91-9915222591 http://www.powerfulduaforlove.com/
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Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 2:18 AM UTC
Powerful Dua for Love
Phir teri mohabbat yaad aayi Phir mera bilagna yaad aaya… Phir teri naseehat yaad aayi Tera raub wa jalwa yaad aaya… Tune jitni jheli takleefein Us dard ka ehsaas yaad aaya… Tune zindagi bhar jo bhi kiya Tera jud o karam sab yaad aaya. .... Teri kaawishein teri koshishein Tera jaan lagana yaad aaya. ... Teri neikiyan tere khair amal.. Tera pyaar lutana yaad aaya... Teri hayaat se seekhe hain jo jo... Har ek sabaq woh yaad aaya. ... Tera muskata har dam chehra... Woh roshan nazara yaad aaya. .... Ba vaqaar jo jhele gham tune... Tera sabr se sehna yaad aaya…. Teri zinda dili teri saada dili... Deen' mein thos aqeedah yaad aaya. .... Beta, bhai, shohar, walid ** ya dost Har ek farz nibhana yaad aaya. .... “Ain" tum bhi amanat daari karo... Usne hi seekhaya......yaad aaya..??? Phir mera tadapna yaad aaya... Lamha rukhsat ka jo yaad aaya… Ae Firoz tu aisi misaal bana..... Jaane kitnon ko tu yaad aaya. ....
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Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 6:47 AM UTC
Yaad aaya...
*Junoon Ka Hukm Suno Aur Amal Karo Us Per Khirad Ko Aag Lagao Bahar Ke Din Hein* **Listen to the command of madness and act Set rationality on fire – spring has returned!** — Translated by Jamil Hussain, Sung by Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan
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Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 8:14 AM UTC
Spring
Jerusalem swings his massive body, Underneath the falls. Where only a true warrior, Will call. The Throm is close, Beyond the pallid caves. Deep beneath the earth. A fiery vain. "Be cautious young one, I fear Alakan is close.. I can smell his smoke... He is annoyed of us both." Jerusalem proved worthy, Of such caution at the time. With a hand on my blade, I stride forth. I seek questions, And answers. For my future awaits... Betrayal is not all to well known, By the Dov, The Dragon's Age. "Jerusalem..." Said a thunderous voice. "You have come far from home.. What do you seek from Throm?" Jerusalem growled and raised his wings, "I have brought my rider Kekay. She wishes for Answers." "Kekay... The Unique Valkyrie, Betrayed." Alakan rose from the shadows, Revealing a massive beast. His wings were gold and tattered, His marks red and long. His horns were of the devil, But his voice was calm.. "Knoweth of my name, Tis true indeed. Yes I am Kekay. I come in peace..." With heart pounding, Soul burning. We enter with Alakan. To the Great, Archaic Library. The Throm. Walls lined with books, Spoken in the Dragon language. Dov do Hi amal. This is nothing to imagine.. Alakan uses his talons, to grasp a globe. His raises his eyes to me, Beckoning me forward. "Come forth, Take in the Library of the Ancients.." "Come now, The Unique Valkyrie.."
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Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 12:20 PM UTC
The Dragon Library
Haan... Mujhe ab bhi woh din yaad hai... Hui zindagi jab se aabaad hai... Suni teri dharkan thi jab ki woh pal... Lagta hai jaise bas guzra tha kal... Aaj... tu meri beti, khud Mumma bani hai.... (Yes... I still remember that day... Since my life has been domiciled That moment when I heard your heartbeat for the first time... Feels like that moment has passed just yesterday.... Today.... You my daughter, have become a mother...) Haan... khushi se jo aankhein thi nam yaad hai... Hui tujh se poori jo fariyaad hai... Thi mujh ko hamesha se chahat teri... Ki tune mukammil hai duniya meri.... Aur Aaj... Tu meri beti, khud mumma bani hai.... (Yes.... I remember how my eyes flooded out water in joy... In you I found all my prayers answered I had always desired you... You have completed my world... And today... You my daughter, have become a mother...) Haan... Tere is hunar par tha mujh ko yaqeen... Kabhi to banegi tu maa behtareen... Teri qubiyon par, amal par tere... Kiye tune sabit gumaan ko mere.... Kyunke Aaj... tu meri beti, khud Mumma bani hai.... (Yes... I always believed in this talent of yours Some day you will be an amazing mother The confidence I had in your skills and natural aptitude You have proved me correct in my feelings Because today.... You my daughter, have become a mother...) Haan.. Teri aankhon mein aaj jo pyaar hai... Umr bhar ke rishte ka iqraar hai... Atoot hai jo rohani yeh taar hai... Wohi to har ek maa ki talwaar hai... Jaise Aaj... Tu meri beti, khud mumma bani hai... (Yes... The love that exists in your eyes today The commitment of a lifelong relationship It’s a divine thread non-breakable And that (the love) is every mother’s sword... Like today... You my daughter, have become a mother...) Haan... Dua “Ain” hai maa ki tere liye.... Har ek pal ** khushiyon ka tu jo jiye.... Banegi tu jab naani ek din kabhi... Meri dil ko mehsoos karegi tabhi... Khair aaj... Tu meri beti, khud mumma bani hai.... (Yes... Your mothers prayers for you from her core... Every moment that you like may be filled with happiness... And one day when you will become a grandma Then you will know how my heart feels right now... However today... You my daughter, have become a mother...)
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Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 5:10 AM UTC
Aaj tu meri beti, khud mamma bani hai.... (Today... You my daughter, have become a mother...)
Haan... Mujhe ab bhi woh din yaad hai... Hui zindagi jab se aabaad hai... Suni teri dharkan thi jab ki woh pal... Lagta hai jaise bas guzra tha kal... Aaj... tu meri beti, khud Mumma bani hai.... (Yes... I still remember that day... Since my life has been domiciled That moment when I heard your heartbeat for the first time... Feels like that moment has passed just yesterday.... Today.... You my daughter, have become a mother...) Haan... khushi se jo aankhein thi nam yaad hai... Hui tujh se poori jo fariyaad hai... Thi mujh ko hamesha se chahat teri... Ki tune mukammil hai duniya meri.... Aur Aaj... Tu meri beti, khud mumma bani hai.... (Yes.... I remember how my eyes flooded out water in joy... In you I found all my prayers answered I had always desired you... You have completed my world... And today... You my daughter, have become a mother...) Haan... Tere is hunar par tha mujh ko yaqeen... Kabhi to banegi tu maa behtareen... Teri qubiyon par, amal par tere... Kiye tune sabit gumaan ko mere.... Kyunke Aaj... tu meri beti, khud Mumma bani hai.... (Yes... I always believed in this talent of yours Some day you will be an amazing mother The confidence I had in your skills and natural aptitude You have proved me correct in my feelings Because today.... You my daughter, have become a mother...) Haan.. Teri aankhon mein aaj jo pyaar hai... Umr bhar ke rishte ka iqraar hai... Atoot hai jo rohani yeh taar hai... Wohi to har ek maa ki talwaar hai... Jaise Aaj... Tu meri beti, khud mumma bani hai... (Yes... The love that exists in your eyes today The commitment of a lifelong relationship It’s a divine thread non-breakable And that (the love) is every mother’s sword... Like today... You my daughter, have become a mother...) Haan... Dua “Ain” hai maa ki tere liye.... Har ek pal ** khushiyon ka tu jo jiye.... Banegi tu jab naani ek din kabhi... Meri dil ko mehsoos karegi tabhi... Khair aaj... Tu meri beti, khud mumma bani hai.... (Yes... Your mothers prayers for you from her core... Every moment that you like may be filled with happiness... And one day when you will become a grandma Then you will know how my heart feels right now... However today... You my daughter, have become a mother...)
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Palembang, 19 Juni 2012 Oh Tuhan, siapakah dia? Laki-laki yang rendah hati Garis senyumnya selalu terlukis di bibir Amat mulia hatinya membantu orang lain Sentuhan hatinya terjatuh di pipi Yang berbentuk air mata suci Amal ibadahnya pastilah tinggi Putra Adam yang sangat rendah hati Utamakan orang lain daripada diri sendiri Tak kenal siapa yang ia kasihi Rasa sayang dicurahkannya setiap hari Allah menciptakannya sebagai penolong di Bumi
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Jul 6, 2012
Jul 6, 2012 at 9:01 PM UTC
OLGA SYAPUTRA
this ain't no art, man, this is just a careless whisper this is just George Michael singing in your stereo this is just your bourgeois-blues this is merely a bewilderment this is not the art, you know it, you ****** you **** you chronic masturbator you who dare to write on the internet dancing with yo papa' shoes and in yo mama' lingerie ah, look at yourself, a human miracle Angel of a foreign Harlem, you who wasted all away, speaking in foreign tongues inside the thighs of a british stripper, you idiot you ***** and when i'm done i'll come for you, like a **** like a dog sniffin' and slidin' in your park in your ***** trailer park there with your fat-fuck-husband stalkin' yo every move you ***** you **** and when i'm done i'll look for you, simple as that simple as an Einstein formula served to you on exotic dishes by Norma from Twin Peaks, cars for the missus and furs for the mistress and when you'll die you'll **** between all your champagne wishes and it'll be ******* ridiculous. But that's life, babe. Get down on thursday, drains you in May. You ***** so be-my-babe i say be-my-babe in black and white like the Ramones or the Ronettes or the Rolling Stone - i still want to know how your insides look like, - i still want to save your capitalist nature in my mother's fridge, - i still want to fly high on a jet plane with you, alone, with or without needs, crashing on our bridge. I love you- love me! I put my gun in your hands. I push it. I shovel it. My bones are broken bound by all the words i never dared to say - and here, my love, right here, i put IT in my mouth, i feel the cold steel in my tongue, -- how much blood from such a tiny hole, Lizaveta!-- and this, and so much more. but please, i say please, would you feed me? would you need me? i'm a little angel drowning in candies who's eating his heart out and ******** his candy ah, would you say this? Would you? Just because it ain't cool? Well if i'm not cool i'll drive my kite all night and take my lunchbox and shoot Panama down and shoot Mexico down and shoot a *** smoker down and shoot a crack dealer down and shoot a beer dealer down and shoot Mexico down shoot Osaka down Kabrula kaysay Brula Amal amala senda Kumahn Brendhaa! Kabrula kaysay Brula Amal amala senda Kumahn Brendhaa! my love will gun down all your school Look at me - i say, look at me! *Kabrula kaysay Brula Amal amala senda Kumahn Brendhaa! Kabrula kaysay Brula Amal amala senda Kumahn Brendhaa!* and don't you forget to say my name, as i'll **** YOUR SKULL
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Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 11:34 AM UTC
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this ain't no art, man, this is just a careless whisper this is just George Michael singing in your stereo this is just your bourgeois-blues this is merely a bewilderment this is not the art, you know it, you ****** you **** you chronic masturbator you who dare to write on the internet dancing with yo papa' shoes and in yo mama' lingerie ah, look at yourself, a human miracle Angel of a foreign Harlem, you who wasted all away, speaking in foreign tongues inside the thighs of a british stripper, you idiot you ***** and when i'm done i'll come for you, like a **** like a dog sniffin' and slidin' in your park in your ***** trailer park there with your fat-fuck-husband stalkin' yo every move you ***** you **** and when i'm done i'll look for you, simple as that simple as an Einstein formula served to you on exotic dishes by Norma from Twin Peaks, cars for the missus and furs for the mistress and when you'll die you'll **** between all your champagne wishes and it'll be ******* ridiculous. But that's life, babe. Get down on thursday, drains you in May. You ***** so be-my-babe i say be-my-babe in black and white like the Ramones or the Ronettes or the Rolling Stone - i still want to know how your insides look like, - i still want to save your capitalist nature in my mother's fridge, - i still want to fly high on a jet plane with you, alone, with or without needs, crashing on our bridge. I love you- love me! I put my gun in your hands. I push it. I shovel it. My bones are broken bound by all the words i never dared to say - and here, my love, right here, i put IT in my mouth, i feel the cold steel in my tongue, -- how much blood from such a tiny hole, Lizaveta!-- and this, and so much more. but please, i say please, would you feed me? would you need me? i'm a little angel drowning in candies who's eating his heart out and ******** his candy ah, would you say this? Would you? Just because it ain't cool? Well if i'm not cool i'll drive my kite all night and take my lunchbox and shoot Panama down and shoot Mexico down and shoot a *** smoker down and shoot a crack dealer down and shoot a beer dealer down and shoot Mexico down shoot Osaka down Kabrula kaysay Brula Amal amala senda Kumahn Brendhaa! Kabrula kaysay Brula Amal amala senda Kumahn Brendhaa! my love will gun down all your school Look at me - i say, look at me! *Kabrula kaysay Brula Amal amala senda Kumahn Brendhaa! Kabrula kaysay Brula Amal amala senda Kumahn Brendhaa!* and don't you forget to say my name, as i'll **** YOUR SKULL
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If you can't hear nature's song playing the music of love Each new day, with each new dawn, new sunrise and a fresh Moon smile, Go back to sleep! If you can't make your heart a Mecca for the freedom seekers, Your spirit a temple for the suffering souls, And your mind a spring well of innovative ideas, Go back to sleep! If you can't hear the cry of Amal Hussein, the iconic figure of the starving Yemeni child as she was shedding her last tear, taking her last breath, and Whispering her last prayer, Go back to sleep! If you can't spare a holy dish to fill empty stomachs, If you can't offer a kind word to help soothe other’s pain, And color their lives with the rainbow hues of hope and happiness, Go back to sleep! If you can't be the soul of your place, a tsunami of positive change, the Spring of humanity that will blossom With a new future full of hope, love and inspiration, Go back to sleep! Hussein Dekmak
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Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 11:30 AM UTC
Go Back to Sleep
you know how brittle and thin the bones of a fried chicken look after you have bit them bare and licked them clean imagine bones like that bulging beneath the skin of a seven-year-old girl who is only still alive because she unlike forty of her brothers and sisters was not on the school bus destroyed the other day by an expensive star-spangled bomb her lips look like they haven’t laughed in years her skin lame as waxpaper what might have glowed once in the bright of Yemen’s sun is left instead to sag in agony from those sinless unfed bones while she goes to sleep for the final time a tycoon somewhere eats well and rests easy on the dollars that bought the bombs not really knowing the price that has been paid
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Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 1:21 PM UTC
Amal Hussein, Staring at Doom
If George Clooney were a fisherman would Amal have taken the bait? If Angelina had been a char Brad would have given her a tip or maybe the slip and that would'a been it. If Montgomery were disguised as a *** Alice would go home when her shift was done. If your boyfriend worked down the sewer would you go all the way down for the cure? Do ya think Melania would'a said I Do if he couldn't afford his daily hair-do? Set for life or a set up for a life of strife at the house of white? Would Tiger be putting more ***** if Wood's be zipping it all the way up? How many wolves in sheep's attire get through the BS detection without as much as an ounce of rejection? How many I Love Yous slip down the loo only to end up at the other end of the grand sue? How many roses does it take to say it when you no longer can locate it? Makes ya yawn doesn't it! Still we're all chomping at the bit. Would risk it all for just one more hit, a total hissin' fit of the I Love Yous.
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Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 5:17 AM UTC
I Love Yous
. (In the rhythm of the Pain of the World a song dedicated to a girl from Yemen who died of starvation)    - Mother I am hungry, I am hungry momma. - Sleep now my beloved, close your eyes and see, from Jannah your father shall return to thee. Through remnants and ruins and dunes of blood seas full of dead bodies and starving sharks walked towards the sun in the skies barefoot, faint and hungry girl with teary eyes. I am hungry momma… Hungry mothers tears are trying to hide from the eyes of their children seeing mountains of bones of those who died Body covered In abaya, crucified trembling in the eye of the child Even heavens cried the ****** tears yet from brazen World not a word was heard - Daddy will not come back, Instead to him I shall go. I am not afraid to go on my own, but mother, I am too late, I know, Look at my bones, look at me, my skin they cannot carry. Bomb blasted the Yemen train ravaged the desert to deserted plain dug out a living wound a troop of pupils in a single day to the voiceless pit forever put to lay Wails are deafening, fallen on their wedding died groom and bride chilling cries on Pluto echoing Clouds blushed in pink, Angels all perished in a blink Momma I am waiting for you, smiling and hungry no more, Come, daddy is waiting for thee by the Jannah door. Emerald green garden is growing, fig tree is in bloom, The river of milk and honey is flowing.    Saša Milivojev Translated by Ljubica Yentl Tinska www.sasamilivojev.com
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Jun 25, 2022
Jun 25, 2022 at 7:41 AM UTC
Saša Milivojev - AMAL
. (In the rhythm of the Pain of the World a song dedicated to a girl from Yemen who died of starvation)    - Mother I am hungry, I am hungry momma. - Sleep now my beloved, close your eyes and see, from Jannah your father shall return to thee. Through remnants and ruins and dunes of blood seas full of dead bodies and starving sharks walked towards the sun in the skies barefoot, faint and hungry girl with teary eyes. I am hungry momma… Hungry mothers tears are trying to hide from the eyes of their children seeing mountains of bones of those who died Body covered In abaya, crucified trembling in the eye of the child Even heavens cried the ****** tears yet from brazen World not a word was heard - Daddy will not come back, Instead to him I shall go. I am not afraid to go on my own, but mother, I am too late, I know, Look at my bones, look at me, my skin they cannot carry. Bomb blasted the Yemen train ravaged the desert to deserted plain dug out a living wound a troop of pupils in a single day to the voiceless pit forever put to lay Wails are deafening, fallen on their wedding died groom and bride chilling cries on Pluto echoing Clouds blushed in pink, Angels all perished in a blink Momma I am waiting for you, smiling and hungry no more, Come, daddy is waiting for thee by the Jannah door. Emerald green garden is growing, fig tree is in bloom, The river of milk and honey is flowing.    Saša Milivojev Translated by Ljubica Yentl Tinska www.sasamilivojev.com
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Amal was a friend of mine, We were together at school- He used to fly kites, And- I used to stare at the sky like a fool. Amal was a friend of mine, We were two good friends, He used to get the highest in Chemistry, And teach me the relative velocity, of trains. I was a little slow in math, Always had been the fool- But Amal was a friend of mine, And, we were together at school. During Summer, the evenings were long- We used to play cricket till our bodies glowed. I was a spinner, like the soft dying cloud, And, Amal was a friend of mine, I used to get him out. He first taught me that girls fall in love, And watching **** was wrong, As Amal was a friend of mine, And the summer evenings were long. We were together at school, Amal was my friend, Recently we are getting old, And we don't talk about the velocity of trains. He now keeps a goatee- His soul demands for a job, I start blaming the government- While he makes me stop. Amal was a friend of mine, we don't meet like before, He took a a train to go away, And I don't understand velocity anymore.
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Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 11:01 AM UTC
Amal.