It always strikes me, and it is very peculiar,
that when we see the image of indescribable and
unutterable desolation - of loneliness, of poverty and misery,
the end of all things, or their extreme - then rises in our mind the thought of God.
"God has editing rights over our prayers. He will...
edit them, correct them, bring them in line with
His will and then hand them back to us to be resubmitted."
Prayer is communication with the Divine.
It can be whispered or chanted or written or
expressed in the work you do.
However it is expressed, it is never in vain.
Tasvir-e-Kainaat Ka Aks Hai ALLAH...
Dil Ko jo Jaga De Wo Ehsas Hai ALLAH...
Ae Bande-Momin Tera Dil kyu Udaas Hai,
Har pal har Lamha Tere Paas Hai *ALLAH*..
[ JA 786 ]
To St. Paul, stripes, stones, shipwrecks, and
thorns in the flesh were religious experiences; to Judas Iscariot,
the daily companionship of Jesus of Nazareth was not.
maa ki mamata badi nirali hai. wo bhakto ki karati rakhwali hai. mang lo unse jo dil kahe wo jholi bhar-bhar ke dene wali hai jai mata di "happy navra tri" all my friends...gud evng.