اسلام علیکم
پیارے دوستوں،کہانی پرانی ہو یا نئی ہو سچی ہو،یا پھر معاشرے کے حالات پر مبنی ہو ،اخلاقی ہو ،مزاحیہ ہو ہر کہانی سے ہمیں کوئی نہ کوئی سبق ضرور ملتا ہے، پس پیارے دوستو ہمیں ہر کہانی کےاچھائی کے پہلو کو اپنانا چائیے،اور
کہانی کے برائی کے پہلو کو اپنے اندر تلاش کر کے ان کی اصلاح کرنی چائیے،
اللہ پاک ہم سب کو صحیح بات کہنے اور اس پر عمل کرنے کی توفیق عطا فرمائے۔۔۔۔۔۔
We came to Kent for the sake of one of our relatives and sisters. They were treated in a very high-care ward in the hospital. There was no permission to stay patient except for the patient.
Here the Major Rank soldiers were very beautiful for the military officers. The vast lawn, residential rooms in each Bangla were lively evening lanes behind them. We sat on the chairs through the lamps of trees in lawn. Just after resting I got out of the house to jump to this beautiful area.
A green belt was visible across the small road in front of the house. There was a small stream, there was another green belt in the row of dense trees across the drainage. There was a jigging track. A little train with Jugging track was Which surrounded this vast park.
There were many swingers in the park for the kids. In one of the beautiful cages, there were turtles, pigeons, rabbits, and burnt poultry. He also had a small train, which looked like a necklace around the park. This train probably got kids parked in the park.
It was at noon in the park and there was none other than me in the park. Each side was the rule of a quiet silence. Sometimes the voice of a bird breaks the silence of silence and then it becomes shattered. I cross the sewing bridge and the green belt On the other hand, sitting on the baby chair.
By getting rid of cool air bouts, I found the eyes on the chair and looking at the eyes and I grew up.
Then my eyes opened with a knife of the train engine. My eyes were turned away. The children were on the track for the children of stones. The first silence was the ritual of the festival, there was a boy's surroundings around the swings. Was it
In the middle of the field, I looked at a young player. He was wearing a beautiful sports shirt and living knicker. The valuable jewel looks at the village. He was wearing football in his hands. I wanted to talk to this young man at one moment, but then I kept thinking of his usual clothes and old shoes.
By looking at my tranquil condition, I felt weak and could not move one step forward.
Then suddenly, the young man saw me coming to myself. When he came close to something, I felt his condition was strange and he came to me.
I saw her feet were tied.
This is your football? I asked her to talk to her, but she kept looking at me with a spit face and her eyes. No answer.
I repeatedly asked my question, he would see me quietly for a moment and then he said "Yes" I understood that apart from both feet, the mind was unbalanced.
He used to understand the meaning of the matter.
"Did not your fellow player look?" I asked again. He stayed on the ground and said "he is there" but I did not see any player in the ground.
Then suddenly he ran to the ground like a kid and walked towards the ground, but he ran away a few steps, his feet collided with each other and he got rid of his face. The hair was left by his hand. I went ahead and picked it up. He gave it to his football and he walked down the ground and started walking.
I saw a few moments going to her, then I looked at my feet on my feet. My shoes were old in the foot but my feet were straight.
