The first angle is, love questions not. It is not a beggar. ... When love asks nothing, [when it] gives everything. This is the real spiritual worship, the worship through love. Whether God is merciful is no longer questioned. He is God; He is my love. Whether God is omnipotent and almighty, limited or unlimited , is no longer questioned.
Our character is not so much the product of race and heredity as of those circumstances by which nature forms our habits, by which we are nurtured and live.
So it is naturally with the male and the female; the one is superior, the other inferior; the one governs, the other is governed; and the same rule must necessarily hold good with respect to all mankind.
Maine aik kitab parhi jis k pehly page pe likha tha,
Aao muhabbat samjhayen
Or
Aakhri page pe likha tha
Jo samjah k ki jaye woh mohabbat nhe hoti
Or
Aj tk me mohabbat nhe samjh paya q k
Muhabbat jb hoti ha to samjh nhe rhti
Or
Jb samjh ati ha tb mohabbat nhi rehti..
If in the past, after every lost war, the unlucky vanquished were divested forever of their honor and their equality of rights, the League of Nations would even now have to be satisfied with a whole series of non-equal and thus ultimately dishonorable and inferior nations.
Indeed, many of the illegal crossers who have entered the country in the last two years after being detained have actually been either unaccompanied minors or families who request political asylum. The ability of the smugglers to attract large numbers of families and unaccompanied minors is a function of the inability of our immigration court system to process asylum claims in a timely fashion.
For, the advantages which fashion values, are plants which thrive in very confined localities, in a few streets, namely. Out of this precinct, they go for nothing; are of no use in the farm, in the forest, in the market, in war, in the nuptial society, in the literary or scientific circle, at sea, in friendship, in the heaven of thought or virtue.
Such is the remorseless progression of human society, shedding lives and souls as it goes on its way. It is an ocean into which men sink who have been cast out by the law and consigned, with help most cruelly withheld, to moral death. The sea is the pitiless social darkness into which the penal system casts those it has condemned, an unfathomable waste of misery. The human soul, lost in those depths, may become a corpse. Who shall revive it?
Dekh Kr Mera Naseeb Aaj Meri
Taqdeer Bhi Rone Lagi Hai!!
Mere Labo Ke Alfaz Sunkar Aaj
Shayari Bhi Rone Lagi Hai!!
Ishq Me Mera Haal Kuch Is Tarah
Se Hai K Meri Deewangee Dekh
Kar Aaj Aasman Bhi Rone Laga Hai!!
Mere Sapno Mein Ek Pyara Sa Dost Aata Hai,
Uske Saath Gujra Har Wo Pal Yaad Aata Hai,
Dil Karta Hai Yeh Lamha Yahi Ruk Jaye,
Kyun Woh Sapna Subah Hote Hi Toot Jata Hai.