Kheyal Darya

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Hope!

Like a phoenix rising from the ashes Life has the power to regenerate and renew In the depths of despair and darkness Hope blooms, painting the world in hues From broken fragments, strength emerges Scars transform into tales of resilience…

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Thoughts and Reflections

Time

No one is born a conqueror; instead, time becomes the conqueror. By: Mohammad Ifrahim Butt, Dubai, UAE. March 2011.

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Eating Together

Eating together is a symbol of love and affection. By: Mohammad Ifrahim Butt Nov. 2012

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Thoughts and Reflections

Partition of Pakistan and India

Someone told, “At the railway station, voices can be heard: Hindu dal roti and Muslim meat roti”. By: Mohammad Ifrahim Butt, Dubai, UAE. Dec. 02, 2013

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Thoughts and Reflections

Time

Time itself is never bad! What has passed becomes good. By: Mohammad Ifrahim Butt, Dubai, UAE. March 20, 2012

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Thoughts and Reflections

Fate

“A pinch of salt speaks one day”! By: Mohammad Ifrahim Butt, Dubai, UAE. Nov. 2012

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Thoughts and Reflections

True Love

When we find ourselves remorseful and plagued with regret due to being displeased with someone close to us, it serves as evidence of true love. When, based on the foundation of our own sins, we fear Allah’s displeasure, feel ashamed,…

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Poetry

Mindset

In the scorching desert, burning mirages appear Fate brings forth the roses of the barren land Now, no one gazes with a smile, “Ifree” People wear masks, even in the city’s midst Humanity severed its ties with the heavens above…

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Parents

Mother !

Mother’s Education: We were taught to make roti (bread) at home and add curry (salan) to it, emphasizing the importance of consuming them together. ماں کی تعلیم : ہم تو توکل گھر روٹی کے ساتھ سالن ڈالتے ہوۓ سکھایا جاتا…

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Parents

A Tribute To Our Beloved Leader Sh. Zayed Bin Sultan Al Nayhan

Between two kings, the difference was so stark Seen through the remnants of their glorious marks Both had crafted their legacies grand When the marble stone divided their land Was it the beauty of sight or a flaw in their…

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