<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002</id><updated>2011-10-29T23:03:45.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Idealist - A Dreamer</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>373</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-3854202713267867331</id><published>2011-10-29T23:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T23:03:45.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Love?</title><summary type='text'>Love  defined byA 10 year old Girl -"Love is when he takes my chocolates and  comes back with its wraperA 15 year old Girl -"Love is when we work for  a project and he intensionally touch my hand trying to get a pen !"A 17 year old Girl -" Love  is when we get caught bunking and he takes the blame "An 18 year ...old  Girl -" Love is when at farewell he hugs me saying ' keep in touch' !"A  21 year</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/3854202713267867331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/3854202713267867331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2011/10/whats-love.html' title='What&apos;s Love?'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-3210777105884219606</id><published>2011-10-17T01:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T01:42:14.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of ma fav... by The Ghalib!</title><summary type='text'> Har Ek Baat Pe Kehte Ho Tum Ke 'Too Kya Hai' ?Tumheen Kaho Ke Yeh  Andaaz-E-Guftgoo Kya Hai ? Na Shole Mein Yeh Karishma Na Barq Mein Yeh AdaKoee Batao Ki Woh  Shokh-E-Tund_Khoo Kya Hai ? Yeh Rashk Hai Ki Wo Hota Hai Ham_Sukhan TumseWagarna  Khauf-E-Bad_Aamozi-E-Adoo Kya Hai ?  Chipak Raha Hai Badan Par Lahoo Se PairaahanHamaaree Jeb Ko Ab  Haajat-E-Rafoo Kya Hai ? Jalaa Hai Jicm Jahaan Dil Bhee</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/3210777105884219606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/3210777105884219606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2011/10/one-of-ma-fav-by-ghalib.html' title='One of ma fav... by The Ghalib!'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-3298055883154979472</id><published>2011-10-17T01:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T01:38:57.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zaat Adhoori!</title><summary type='text'> Tum  Bin Meri Zaat AdhuriJesy Koi Baat Adhuri Hijr  K Sare Din Hen Poorey..Lekin Hy Hr Raat Adhuri.. Lafzon  Ki Gehrai Mey JhankoSamjho Na Hr Baat Adhuri Num  Aankhen Or Sookhi PalkenHoti Hy Barsat Adhuri Mujh  Se Mujh Ko Cheen Geya SaqiReh Gai Meri Zaat Adhuri? ~PU</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/3298055883154979472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/3298055883154979472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2011/10/zaat-adhoori.html' title='Zaat Adhoori!'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-8804058580571958185</id><published>2011-10-15T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T01:41:52.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ik bachay kay khawab jaisa thaa!</title><summary type='text'> اک بچے کے  خواب جیسا تھاکچھ سمجھ میں نہ آسکا ھم کوزندگی کا نصاب ایسا تھا ____  !!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/8804058580571958185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/8804058580571958185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2011/10/ik-bachay-kay-khawab-jaisa-thaa.html' title='Ik bachay kay khawab jaisa thaa!'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-1463711954329783334</id><published>2011-10-15T01:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T01:39:10.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kon hoon main?</title><summary type='text'>Koi  tumse pooche kon hoon maeotum keh dena koi khaas nahiik dost hae kacha  pakka sa ik jhoot hae aadha  sacha sa jazbat ko dhanpe ik  pardabass aek bahana  acha sajeewan ka aesa sathi hae jo door na ho kar paas nahi koi tumse pooche kon hoon  maentum keh dena KOI KHAAS  NAHI</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/1463711954329783334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/1463711954329783334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2011/10/kon-hoon-main.html' title='Kon hoon main?'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-1484755135421893420</id><published>2011-10-08T22:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T22:26:52.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Chidiyo Ki Love Story!</title><summary type='text'>Do  Chidiyo ki Love Story:Ek Din Chida Bola:Mujhe Chor kar kabhi Tum  Ud to nahi Jaogi??Chidiya:Ud jaun to Tum Pakar  lena.Chida:Main Tumhe Pakar Sakta hun,par fir Pa nahi  Sakta..!Chidiya ki Aankho me Aansu aa gaye, Usne Apne Pankh Tod  liye,Or Boli: Ab Hum Hamesa sath rahenge..,Ek Din bht Zor se Toofan  Aaya, Chida Udne laga.Tabhi Chidiya Boli:Tum Udd jao, Main nahi Ud  sakti..:(Chida- Apna </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/1484755135421893420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/1484755135421893420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2011/10/do-chidiyo-ki-love-story.html' title='Do Chidiyo Ki Love Story!'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UChOf6JYPCE/TpEwnbaJygI/AAAAAAAABg8/T4dc5CO6Vlo/s72-c/247258_148084241931620_120224498050928_306634_2357891_n-712580.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-2109284087362508976</id><published>2011-10-07T23:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T23:50:41.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>???? ?? ???? ?? ??? ???? ?? ??? ??? ?? ?? ????? :: ::</title><summary type='text'>انشا جی اٹھو اب کوچ کرو، اس شہر ميں جی کو لگانا  کيا وحشی کو سکوں سےکيا مطلب،  جوگی کا نگر ميں ٹھکانا کيا اس  دل کے دريدہ دامن میں، ديکھو تو سہی سوچو تو سہی جس جھولی ميں سو چھيد ہوئے، اس جھولی  کا پھيلانا کيا شب بيتی، چاند  بھی ڈوب چلا، زنجير پڑی دروازے پہ کيوں دير گئے گھر آئے ہو، سجنی سے کرو گے بہانہ کيا پھر ہجر کی لمبی رات مياں، سنجوگ کی  تو يہی ايک گھڑی جو دل ميں ہے  لب پر آنے دو، شرمانا کيا </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/2109284087362508976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/2109284087362508976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post_07.html' title='???? ?? ???? ?? ??? ???? ?? ??? ??? ?? ?? ????? :: ::'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-3102688626208053723</id><published>2011-10-04T23:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T23:37:45.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.................. ??? ???????? ?? ????? ...............</title><summary type='text'>ک مرتبہ حضرت سلیما ن عليه السلام نہر کے کنارے  بیٹھے ہوئے تھے کہ ان کی نگاہ ایک چیونٹی پر پڑی جو گیہوں کا ایک دانہ لے کر نہر کی  طرف جارہی تھی ، حضرت سلیما ن عليه السلام اس کو بہت غور سے دیکھنے لگے ، جب چیونٹی  پانی سے نکلی تواچانک ایک مینڈ ک اپنا سر پانی سے نکالا اور اپنا منھ کھولا تو یہ  چیونٹی اپنے دانہ کے ساتھ اس کے منھ میں چلی گئی، میڈک پانی میں داخل ہو گیا اور  پانی ہی میں بہت دیر تک رہا ، </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/3102688626208053723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/3102688626208053723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title='.................. ??? ???????? ?? ????? ...............'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-4176893645654533204</id><published>2011-09-28T01:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T01:21:26.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Are Old</title><summary type='text'>William Butler Yeats  (1865-1939)                     When You Are Old       WHEN you are old and gray and  full of sleep,     And nodding by the fire, take down this  book,     And slowly read, and dream of the soft look      Your eyes had once, and of their shadows  deep;       How many loved your moments of  glad grace,     And loved your beauty with love false or  true,     But one man loved </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/4176893645654533204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/4176893645654533204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2011/09/when-you-are-old.html' title='When You Are Old'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-4252177135746190646</id><published>2011-09-26T01:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T01:50:36.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>????? ???? ???? ??</title><summary type='text'>  ‎" اداسی ٹھہر جاتی ہے "کبھی بچھڑے ہوؤں کا  دکھکسی بھی شام کی ویرانوں سے لگ کے روتا ہےشبیں بے آرزو ہو کر خموشی اوڑھ  لیتی ہیںکبھی جب دل کی نازک تار سے لکھا گیا کوئی خط... کہیں رستے  میں کھو جاۓیا خط کی منتظر خواہش کو کوئی روگ لگ جاۓجہاں موقع نکل  آےجہاں صورت بنے غم کیجہاں بے رونقی کا کوئی بھی پہلو نکلتا ہووھیں  خیمہ لگاتی ہے" اداسی ٹھہر جاتی ہے~AU</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/4252177135746190646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/4252177135746190646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_26.html' title='????? ???? ???? ??'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-7069181696542709791</id><published>2011-09-21T00:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:20:39.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Title</title><summary type='text'>  آسمانوں سے کوئی بشارت نہیں اور زمیں گنگ ہےوقت اک  بیوہ ماں کی طرح سوگ میں مبتلا ہےسسکیاں لے کے چلتی ہے کالی ہواخواہش کے  کنول درد کی جھیل سے سر اٹھاتے نہیں... خواب تک بند آنکھوں میں آتے نہیںساری سچی  کتابوں میں یہ درج ہےایسے حالات میںآسمان سے نبی یا تباہی زمیں  کیطرفبھیجے جاتے رہے ہیںمگر ان کتابوں میں یہ بھی لکھا ہےنبی اب نہیں  آیئں گے _!~AU  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/7069181696542709791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/7069181696542709791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2011/09/no-title.html' title='No Title'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-5638225720160818268</id><published>2011-09-17T05:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T05:09:49.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>??? ????! ????? ?? ??</title><summary type='text'> سنو ہمدم! تمہیں مل کرمرے احساس  نے مجھ کونئے معنی سکھائے ہیں... تمہیں ایسا نہیں لگتا؟کہ جیسے شام ڈھلنے  پرہزاروں دیپ جلتے ہوںکہ جیسے رُت بدلنے پرسماں پہلو بدلتے  ہوںتمہیں ایسا نہیں لگتا ؟کہ جیسے ہم نے لمحوں میںکئی صدیاں بِتائی  ہیںبہت سی اَن کہی باتیںخموشی سے سنائی ہیںتمہیں ایسا نہیں  لگتا؟مدارِ زیست میں ہم تمبہت مصروف رہتے ہیںہزاروں فرض ہیں  تیرےکئی مجبوریاں میریمگر یہ ربط سے کیسا؟ترے جیون کے </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/5638225720160818268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/5638225720160818268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='??? ????! ????? ?? ??'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-28673305882426648</id><published>2011-09-14T00:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T00:53:20.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A wonderful evening!</title><summary type='text'>Last night, after our weekly meeting at Arabian  Stallions Club, we went to Oasis compound to attend a training organized by  PRTC. The speaker was TM Ron. Ron is a very good friend of mine and one of the  greatest speakers of our age. I'm really proud of you Ron. :-) . It was a  wonderful session. Thanks to TM Reina for inviting us. After the training  sessoin, we went for dinner. Dinner was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/28673305882426648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/28673305882426648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2011/09/wonderful-evening.html' title='A wonderful evening!'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-6114772008668784589</id><published>2011-09-12T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T04:33:56.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dil-e-Be Khabar Zara Hosla!</title><summary type='text'>Never Lose hope in Allah's Mercy.     "Take one step towards me, I will take ten steps  towards you. Walk towards me, I will run towards you." [Hadith Qudsi] "When My  servants ask thee concerning Me, I am indeed close. I listen to the prayer of  every suppliant when he calleth on Me: Let them also, with a will, Listen to My  call, and believe in Me, That they may walk in the right way." [2:186] </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/6114772008668784589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/6114772008668784589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2011/09/dil-e-be-khabar-zara-hosla.html' title='Dil-e-Be Khabar Zara Hosla!'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_UezH7AxGZw/Tm3uJlO0b5I/AAAAAAAABg0/BnE3Jb4oZ5I/s72-c/dil-e-be-khabar-zara-hosla-736821.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-6841048645864235522</id><published>2011-08-29T06:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T06:26:41.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: E I D     M U B A R A K ::</title><summary type='text'>Dear Leaders,    May happiness be at ur door. May it knock early,  Stay late &amp; bring the gifts of Allah Sweet's Peace, love, joy, serenity  &amp; good health for you and your family.  May you remain happy all  the time irrespective of any special occasion. I wish you all a very happy  Eid.    :: E I D   M U B A R A K  ::   Jazak Allah Kher ( May Allah reward you -  inshallah)   Sincerely,   Syed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/6841048645864235522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/6841048645864235522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2011/08/e-i-d-m-u-b-r-k.html' title=':: E I D     M U B A R A K ::'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2CMRxUWOK44/TluTkkFu7GI/AAAAAAAABfQ/ambc9I20whg/s72-c/eid-mubarak-701675.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-7813540955742222861</id><published>2011-08-24T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T17:07:00.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nice Lesson..!</title><summary type='text'> Once a boy  went to a shop with his mother. The  shopkeeper looked at the small cute child and showed him a bottle with sweets  and said,"Dear child you can take the sweets." But the child  didn't take. The  shopkeeper was surprised, "How such a small child he is and why is he not taking  the sweets from the bottle?" Again he  said, "Take the sweets." Now the  mother also heard that and said. "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/7813540955742222861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/7813540955742222861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2011/08/nice-lesson.html' title='A Nice Lesson..!'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-7168292388499576935</id><published>2011-08-24T08:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T08:03:46.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Ways to give out without expectations!</title><summary type='text'> by  Lori Deschene "The  true measure of a man is how he treats someone who can do him absolutely no  good." ~Samuel Johnson Some  people say there's no such thing as a selfless actthat any time we do something  to help another person, we get something in return, even if it's just a warm  fuzzy feeling. I've  spent a lot of time playing with this idea in my head. It doesn't really bother  me to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/7168292388499576935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/7168292388499576935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2011/08/20-ways-to-give-out-without.html' title='20 Ways to give out without expectations!'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-6031740105101176642</id><published>2011-06-21T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T03:42:51.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRUE LOVE</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/6031740105101176642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/6031740105101176642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2011/06/true-love.html' title='TRUE LOVE'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aBnd_jHjBkA/TgB1rUGmOiI/AAAAAAAABcc/vG6T-aHh-8o/s72-c/ATT00000-771834.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-2793524987902725885</id><published>2011-06-19T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T10:32:01.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you afraid?</title><summary type='text'> A man just got  married and was returning home with his wife. They were crossing a lake in a  boat, when suddenly a great storm arose. The man was a warrior, but the woman  became very much afraid because it seemed almost hopeless: The boat was small  and the storm was really huge, and any moment they were going to be drowned. But  the man sat silently, calm and quiet, as if nothing was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/2793524987902725885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/2793524987902725885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2011/06/are-you-afraid.html' title='Are you afraid?'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-1930723775732885323</id><published>2011-06-13T02:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T02:08:51.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Ease to People...</title><summary type='text'> لوگوں کے آسانیاں پیدا کرو، الله تمھارے لئے آسانی  پیدا کرے گا اور بےشک الله کی پیدا کی ہوئی آسانی تمہاری آسانی سے بہت بڑی ہو  گیGive ease to people, ALLAH will give ease to you and indeed ALLAH's  blessings are far more greater than your ease.    </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/1930723775732885323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/1930723775732885323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2011/06/give-ease-to-people.html' title='Give Ease to People...'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-6728432894579371153</id><published>2011-05-20T23:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T23:44:15.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Friend Vs. Real Friend [Part II]</title><summary type='text'> A simple  friend identifies himself when he calls. A real  friend doesn't have to. A simple  friend opens a conversation with a full news bulletin on his  life.A real friend says, "What's new with  you?" A simple  friend thinks the problems you whine about are recent.A real friend says, "You've been whining about the same  thing for 14 years. Get off  your duff and do something about it." A </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/6728432894579371153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/6728432894579371153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2011/05/simple-friend-vs-real-friend-part-ii.html' title='Simple Friend Vs. Real Friend [Part II]'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-6091947506086771364</id><published>2011-05-20T23:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T23:22:29.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Friends Vs. Real Friends</title><summary type='text'> Simple  Friends vs. Real FriendsA simple friend has never seen you cry. A real friend has shoulders soggy  from your tears. A simple  friend thinks the friendship is over when you have an argument. A real friend knows that it's not a  friendship until after you've had a fight. A simple friend hates it when  you call after he has gone to bed. A real friend asks you why you took  so long to call. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/6091947506086771364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/6091947506086771364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2011/05/simple-friends-vs-real-friends.html' title='Simple Friends Vs. Real Friends'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-4190274485879058508</id><published>2011-05-01T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T23:31:06.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The best among you....</title><summary type='text'>بسِم اللهِ الرَّحْمنِ الرَّحِيم السلام وعليكم ورحمه الله وبركاتهThe Messenger of Allah (PBUH) said, "The best amongst you (Muslims) are those who learn the Qur'an and teach it.''   [Al-Bukhari Volume 6, Book 61, Hadith Number 546]  Aachchi Baatein  Aaye Ek Kaam KareinSUNNAT-e- Nabvi  ko aam kareinHELLO Nahi...  Assalamu'AlaikumTHANK Nahi  Jazak ALLAHBye TakeCare Nahi  Fee Aman ALLAHGREAT Nahi  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/4190274485879058508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/4190274485879058508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2011/05/best-among-you.html' title='The best among you....'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-3420368479163102054</id><published>2011-04-12T04:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T04:16:22.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FEAR</title><summary type='text'> I  must not fear. Fear  is the mind-killer.Fear  is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I  will face my fear.I  will permit it to pass over me and through me. And  when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.Where  the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only  I will remain. _____________________________ from  1965 novel Dune  by Frank Herbert</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/3420368479163102054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/3420368479163102054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2011/04/fear.html' title='FEAR'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-4966629342994313644</id><published>2011-04-12T04:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T04:12:21.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love!</title><summary type='text'> Love  sometimes wants to do us a great favor: hold us upside down and shake all the  nonsense out. Your  loveShould  never be offered to the mouth of a stranger,Only  to someone who has the valor and daringTo  cut pieces of their soul off with a knifeThen  weave them into a blanketTo  protect you. Stay  close to any sounds that make you glad you are alive. Ever  since happiness heard your name, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/4966629342994313644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/4966629342994313644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2011/04/love.html' title='Love!'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-3178505051155765770</id><published>2011-03-28T01:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T01:16:15.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tit for Tat!</title><summary type='text'> ایک لڑکی اپنے محبوب سے پوچھنے لگی کے جب تم کو میری یاد آتی ہے تو  تم کیا کرتے ہو لڑکا بولا میں تمہاری پسندیدہ چاکلیٹ کھا لیتا ہوں لڑکا اور تم کیا کرتی ہو لڑکی میں گولڈ لیف کے دو سگریٹ پی لیتی ہوں       </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/3178505051155765770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/3178505051155765770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2011/03/tit-for-tat.html' title='Tit for Tat!'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-7084423076748602941</id><published>2011-03-15T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T04:21:38.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Message for Everyone in Japan!</title><summary type='text'>I am sending my thoughts, love and prayers to  everyone in Japan. May God bless you! Amen.    </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/7084423076748602941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/7084423076748602941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-message-for-everyone-in-japan.html' title='My Message for Everyone in Japan!'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-438488976220648515</id><published>2011-03-13T23:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T23:27:05.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maan Ki Duaa!</title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/438488976220648515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/438488976220648515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2011/03/maan-ki-duaa.html' title='Maan Ki Duaa!'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cs2xmlyXfoY/TX21OuEw9HI/AAAAAAAABcQ/SDFcuNC0zRY/s72-c/ma-ki-dua-725728.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-100798275163136745</id><published>2011-03-13T23:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T23:24:07.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maa Ki Duaa!</title><summary type='text'>     </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/100798275163136745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/100798275163136745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2011/03/maa-ki-duaa.html' title='Maa Ki Duaa!'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-4859753034933308767</id><published>2011-03-13T22:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T22:15:51.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KOI TO HOTA</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.0 Transitional//EN"&gt;       KOI  TO HOTA.mai jis k dil ki kitaab bentamai jis ki chahet ka khawab  bentamai hijr k mosem ki lembi raaton meinyaad ben ker azaab  bentaKOI TO  HOTA..jo meri khawahish mein uthh ker raaton ko khoob rotadukhon ki  chader lapeit ker hajoom_e_dunya se door hotamai rooth jata manata mujh  kok chahe mera kasoor hotaKOI TO HOTA.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/4859753034933308767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/4859753034933308767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2011/03/koi-to-hota.html' title='KOI TO HOTA'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-2850150960010172927</id><published>2011-03-07T00:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T00:56:22.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Choices</title><summary type='text'> What would you do? ....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch  line, there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the  same choice?   At a fund raising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled  children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never  be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated  staff</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/2850150960010172927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/2850150960010172927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2011/03/two-choices.html' title='Two Choices'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-2343001444586131648</id><published>2011-02-20T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T00:24:23.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advanced Communicator Bronze - ACB</title><summary type='text'>Alhamdulillah, today [15 Feb, 2011] I completed my 2 advanced  manuals and achieved Advanced Communicator Bronze.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/2343001444586131648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/2343001444586131648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2011/02/advanced-communicator-bronze-acb.html' title='Advanced Communicator Bronze - ACB'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b2is9J46d3o/TWDPuMcqSrI/AAAAAAAABbI/PhhLfxZPj2Y/s72-c/DSC05495-763468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-9164414471300047792</id><published>2011-01-29T23:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T23:11:51.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Reasons Why You Need To Be Touched!</title><summary type='text'>Do you ever feel like you're living in a bubble,  surrounded by people but never touched? We live in such a busy,  crowded world, yet it's so easy for many of us to go days, even weeks or months  without touching or being touched by others.   While you might not notice the effects of not being  touched right away, it can negatively affect your mood, your confidence   and your health. We are only </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/9164414471300047792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/9164414471300047792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2011/01/6-reasons-why-you-need-to-be-touched.html' title='6 Reasons Why You Need To Be Touched!'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-5598584579917124659</id><published>2011-01-24T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T04:33:06.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit to The Gold Toastmasters Club!</title><summary type='text'>Last night I went to "The Gold Toastmasters Club"  in Malaz. It was such a wonderful visit and I was very inspired with the warm  welcome and generosity of the members. Though it was the first toastmasters club  I ever visited where the language was Arabic and I was unable to understand the  meeting. But, the best thing I liked about the prepared speaker "Majid" was his  body language and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/5598584579917124659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/5598584579917124659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2011/01/visit-to-gold-toastmasters-club.html' title='Visit to The Gold Toastmasters Club!'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TT1xhBLYnkI/AAAAAAAABX0/XJ6xIJe-VJA/s72-c/DSC05028-786435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-6718139287983465733</id><published>2011-01-16T21:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T21:57:10.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tera kehna hai!</title><summary type='text'>     ترا  کہنا ہے''مجھ کو خالقِ کون ومکاں نےکِتنی ڈھیروں نعمتیں دی ہیںمری  آنکھوں میں گہری شام کا دامن کشاں جادومری باتوں میں اُجلے موسموں کی گُل فشاں  خوشبومرے لہجے کی نرمی موجہ گل نے تراشی ہےمرے الفاظ پر قوسِ قزح کی رنگ  پاشی ہےمرے ہونٹوں میں ڈیزی کے گلابی پُھولوں کی رنگتمرے رُخسار پر گلنار  شاموں کی جواں حِدّتمرے ہاتھوں میں پنکھڑیوں کی شبنم لمس نرمی ہےمرے بالوں میں برساتوں کی  راتیں اپنا رستہ </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/6718139287983465733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/6718139287983465733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2011/01/tera-kehna-hai.html' title='tera kehna hai!'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-7040636137055951809</id><published>2011-01-10T00:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T00:35:31.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Public Service Message! [for ladies]</title><summary type='text'>Please read It May save your life or someone else   Everyone should take 5 minutes to read this. It may save your life  or a loved one's life.   In daylight hours, refresh yourself  of these things to do in an emergency situation... This is for you,  and for you to share with your wife, your children, everyone you  know. After reading these 9 crucial tips, forward them to someone you  care about.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/7040636137055951809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/7040636137055951809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2011/01/public-service-message-for-ladies.html' title='A Public Service Message! [for ladies]'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-8109469970232610635</id><published>2011-01-10T00:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T00:24:17.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>S T A Y [a true story]</title><summary type='text'>S T A Y   A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the  bedside.    "Your son is here," she said to the old  man.   She had to repeat the words several times before  the patient's eyes opened.   Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart  attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen  tent.. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/8109469970232610635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/8109469970232610635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2011/01/s-t-y-true-story.html' title='S T A Y [a true story]'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-8042561318338309195</id><published>2011-01-09T04:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T04:12:03.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mere dil mere musafir</title><summary type='text'> mere dil mere musafirhua phir se hukm sadirk vatan badar  hon ham tumdein gali gali sadayenkaren rukh nagar nagar kak surag  koi payenkisi yar-e-namabar kahar ek ajnabi se puchenjo pata tha  apne ghar kasar-e-ku-e-nashanayanhamain din se rat karnakabhi is se  bat karnakabhi us se bat karnatumhen kya kahun k kya haishab-e-gam  buri bala haihamain ye bhi tha ganimatjo koi shumar hotahamain kya  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/8042561318338309195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/8042561318338309195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2011/01/mere-dil-mere-musafir.html' title='mere dil mere musafir'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-8420218518898740180</id><published>2011-01-08T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T22:18:42.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hazaron Khawa'hishen aisi!</title><summary type='text'> ہزاروں خواہشیں ایسی کہ ہر خواہش پہ دم نکلےبہت نکلے مرے ارمان  لیکن پھر بھی کم نکلے ڈرے کیوں میرا قاتل؟ کیا رہے گا اُس کی گر د ن پروہ خوں، جو  چشم تر سے عمر بھر یوں دم بہ دم نکلے؟ نکلنا خلد سے آدم کا سنتے آئے ہیں لیکنبہت بے آبرو ہو کر ترے  کوچے سے ہم نکلے بھر م کھل جائے ظالم تیرے قامت کی درازی کااگر اس طرۂ پرپیچ و  خم کا پیچ و خم نکلے مگر لکھوائے کوئی اس کو خط تو ہم سے لکھوائےہوئی صبح اور گھر  سے</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/8420218518898740180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/8420218518898740180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2011/01/hazaron-khawahishen-aisi.html' title='Hazaron Khawa&apos;hishen aisi!'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-3136867399694077729</id><published>2011-01-08T22:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T22:15:39.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Har ek baat pe Kehtay ho tum ke tu kya hai!</title><summary type='text'> ہر ایک بات پہ کہتے ہو تم کہ تو کیا ہےتمہیں کہو کہ یہ اندازِ گفتگو  کیا ہے نہ شعلے میں یہ کرشمہ نہ برق میں یہ اداکوئی بتاؤ کہ وہ شوخِ تند خو  کیا ہے یہ رشک ہے کہ وہ ہوتا ہے ہم سخن تم سےوگرنہ خوفِ بد آموزیِ عدو کیا  ہے چپک رہا ہے بدن پر لہو سے پیراہنہمارے جَیب کو اب حاجتِ رفو کیا  ہے جلا ہے جسم جہاں، دل بھی جل گیا ہوگاکریدتے ہو جو اب راکھ جستجو کیا  ہے رگوں میں دوڑتے پھرنے کے ہم نہیں قائلجب آنکھ </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/3136867399694077729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/3136867399694077729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2011/01/har-ek-baat-pe-kehtay-ho-tum-ke-tu-kya.html' title='Har ek baat pe Kehtay ho tum ke tu kya hai!'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-7961208332467605791</id><published>2011-01-08T22:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T22:14:14.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ka'ba kis Mu se Jaao ge Ghalib!</title><summary type='text'> کوئی امّید بر نہیں آتیکوئی صورت نظر نہیں آتی موت کا ایک دن معین ھےنیند کیوں رات بھر نہیں آتی؟ آگے آتی تھی حال دل پہ ہنسیاب کسی بات پر نہیں آتی جانتا ہوں ثوابِ طاعت و زہدپر طبعیت ادھر نہیں آتی ہے کچھ ایسی ہی بات جو چپ ہوںورنہ کیا بات کر نہیں آتی کیوں نہ چیخوں کہ یاد کرتے ہیںمیری آواز گر نہیں آتی داغِ دل گر نظر نہیں آتابو بھی اے چارہ گر نہیں آتی ہم وہاں ہیں جہاں سے ہم کو بھیکچھ ہماری خبر نہیں آتی </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/7961208332467605791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/7961208332467605791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2011/01/kaba-kis-mu-se-jaao-ge-ghalib.html' title='Ka&apos;ba kis Mu se Jaao ge Ghalib!'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-8218451093208474352</id><published>2011-01-08T22:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T22:13:27.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Koi Din!</title><summary type='text'> کوئی دن گر زندگانی اور ہےاپنے جی میں ہم نے ٹھانی اور  ہے آتشِ دوزخ میں یہ گرمی کہاںسوزِ غم ہاۓ نہانی اور  ہے بارہا دیکھی ہیں ان کی رنجشیںپر کچھ اب کے سر گرانی اور  ہے دے کے خط منہ دیکھتا ہے نامہ برکچھ تو پیغامِ زبانی اور  ہے قاطعِ اعمار ہیں اکثر نجوموہ بلاۓ آسمانی اور ہے ہو چکیں غالب بلائیں سب تمامایک مرگِ ناگہانی اور  ہے </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/8218451093208474352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/8218451093208474352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2011/01/koi-din.html' title='Koi Din!'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-2451880888122742847</id><published>2011-01-08T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T22:10:59.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- گھر میں تھا کیا</title><summary type='text'>گھر میں تھا کیا کہ ترا غم اسے غارت کرتاوہ جو رکھتے تھے ہم  اک حسرتِ تعمیر، سو ہے</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/2451880888122742847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/2451880888122742847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title='- گھر میں تھا کیا'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-6298050313315677985</id><published>2011-01-03T22:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T22:55:13.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mujhe awaz de lena,</title><summary type='text'> Kabhi jab ankh chhalke to,Kabhi jo dil na sambhle to,Mujhe awaz de  lena,Kabhi jab door ho koi,Bohat majboor ho koi,Koi awaz na de  to,Mujhe awaz de lena,Koi ansu na ponchhe to,Koi hasne se roke  to,Koi tum ko sataye to,Mujhe awaz de lena,Kabhi jab din na  guzre to,Kabhi jab raat pad jaye,Kabhi din me andhera ho,Mujhe awaz  de lena,Main tere sath rehta hoon,Magar fir bhi guzarish  hai,Kabhi Jab </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/6298050313315677985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/6298050313315677985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2011/01/mujhe-awaz-de-lena.html' title='Mujhe awaz de lena,'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-3231674748182860598</id><published>2011-01-03T22:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T22:54:31.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuch Kuch Pagal Hotey Hein</title><summary type='text'>     Piyaar Key Deep Jalaney waley Kuch Kuch Pagal Hotey Hein  Apni Jaan Sey Janey Waley Kuch Kuch Pagal Hotey Hein. Hijar Key  Gehrey Zakham Miley To Mujh Ko Kuch Ehsaas Hua Pagal Ko Samjhaaney Waley  Kuch Kuch Pagal Hotey Hein Jaan Sey Piyarey Loogon Sey Bhi Kuch Kuch  Perda Lazim Hey Sari Baat Bataney Waley Kuch Kuch Pagal Hotey Hein.  Khawbon Main Bhi Anmol Milan Key Sapney Dekhtey Rehtey </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/3231674748182860598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/3231674748182860598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2011/01/kuch-kuch-pagal-hotey-hein.html' title='Kuch Kuch Pagal Hotey Hein'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-8743744214381129028</id><published>2011-01-02T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T22:22:14.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hukam.</title><summary type='text'>hukm tera hy to tameel kiey dety hyn ..  zindagi hijr me tahleel kiey dety hyn..   tu meri wasl ki khawhish py bigrta q hyn..raey he hy chalo tabdeel kiey dety hyn..   aj sb ashkon ko ashkon k kinary py bula..  aj is hijr ki takmeel kiey dety hyn.. hum jo hansty huey achy nahi lagty tum ko ..  hukm do ankh abhi jheel kiey dety hyn ..  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/8743744214381129028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/8743744214381129028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2011/01/hukam.html' title='Hukam.'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-2995530720435544369</id><published>2011-01-02T02:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T02:49:54.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A small truth to make ur life...</title><summary type='text'>A small truth to make our Life100% successful....(if)A =  1B = 2C = 3D = 4E = 5F = 6G = 7H = 8I = 9J =  10K = 11L = 12M = 13N = 14O = 15P = 16Q = 17R =  18S = 19T = 20U = 21V = 22W = 23X = 24Y = 25Z =  26______ThenH = 8A = 1R = 18D = 4W = 23O =  15R = 18K = 11Makes 98%______K = 11N = 14O =  15W = 23L = 12E = 5D = 4G = 7E = 5Makes  96%_____L = 12O = 15V = 22E = 5Makes  54%_____L = 12U = 21C = 3K =</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/2995530720435544369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/2995530720435544369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2011/01/small-truth-to-make-ur-life.html' title='A small truth to make ur life...'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-9112187429711995029</id><published>2010-12-28T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T03:01:17.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>muZda-e-ishrat anjaam nahiiN paa saktaa</title><summary type='text'>  Tum jab aaogii to khoyaa huaa paaogii mujhemerii tanhaaii meN KhwaaboN ke sivaa kuchh bhii nahiiN  mere kamre ko sajaane kii tamanna hai tumheNmere kamre meN kitaaboN ke sivaa kuchh bhii nahiiN  in kitaaboN ne baDa zulm kiyaa hai mujh parin-meN ek ramz hai jismeN ramz kaa maaraa huaa zehen  muZda-e-ishrat anjaam nahiiN paa saktaazindagii meN kabhii aaraam nahiiN paa saktaa  Joan Elia  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/9112187429711995029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/9112187429711995029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/12/muzda-e-ishrat-anjaam-nahiin-paa-saktaa.html' title='muZda-e-ishrat anjaam nahiiN paa saktaa'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-1662242893113468940</id><published>2010-12-28T02:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T02:59:23.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>maiN chaahtaa huuN kii vo bhii yuuN hii guzartii rahe</title><summary type='text'>vo shoKh shoKh nazar saaNvlii sii ek laDkiijo roz merii galii se guzar ke jaatii hai  sunaa haivo kisii laDke se pyaar kartii haibahaar hoke, talaash-e-bahaar kartii haina koi mel na koii lagaao hai lekin na jaane kyuuNbas usii vaqt jab vo aatii haikuchh intizaar kii aadat sii ho gaii hai mujhe  ek ajnabii kii zaruurat ho gaii hai mujhemere baraanDe ke aage yah phuus kaa chhappargalii ke moD pe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/1662242893113468940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/1662242893113468940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/12/main-chaahtaa-huun-kii-vo-bhii-yuun-hii.html' title='maiN chaahtaa huuN kii vo bhii yuuN hii guzartii rahe'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-7729321383827768638</id><published>2010-12-28T02:53:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T02:54:15.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>aaj mehfil meN Firaaq suKhan-aaraa bhii nahiiN</title><summary type='text'>sar meN saudaa bhi nahiiN, dil meN tamannaa bhi nahiiNlekin is tark-e-mohabbat ka bharosaa bhii nahiiN  dil ki gintii na yagaanoN meN, na begaanoN meNlekin us jalva-gaah-e-naaz se uThtaa bhii nahiiNmeherbaanii ko mohabbat nahiiN kahte aye dostaah ab mujhse terii ranjish bejaa bhii nahiiNaah ye majma-e-ahbaab, ye bazm-e-Khamosh  aaj mehfil meN Firaaq suKhan-aaraa bhii nahiiN(Firaaq Gorakhpuri)  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/7729321383827768638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/7729321383827768638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/12/aaj-mehfil-men-firaaq-sukhan-aaraa-bhii.html' title='aaj mehfil meN Firaaq suKhan-aaraa bhii nahiiN'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-5862237186197458552</id><published>2010-12-28T02:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T02:53:26.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kisii kaa yuuN to huaa kaun umar bhar phir bhii</title><summary type='text'>kisii kaa yuuN to huaa kaun umar bhar phir bhiiye husn-o-ishq to dhokaa hai sab, magar phir bhii  hazaar baar zamaana idhar se guzraanaii naii hai magar kuchh terii rahguzar phir bhiikhushaa ishaara-e-paiham, zih-e-sukuut nazardaraaz hoke fasaana hai muKhtasar phir bhiijhapak rahii haiN zamaan-o-makaaN kii bhii aaNkheN  magar hai qaafla aamaada-e-safar phir bhiipalaT rahe haiN Gariibul vatan, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/5862237186197458552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/5862237186197458552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/12/kisii-kaa-yuun-to-huaa-kaun-umar-bhar.html' title='kisii kaa yuuN to huaa kaun umar bhar phir bhii'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-5277135036941569260</id><published>2010-12-28T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T02:51:04.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guzishta khaak nashiinoN...</title><summary type='text'>guzishtaa Khaak-nashiinoN kii yaadgaar huuN maiNmiTaa huaa saa nishaan-e-sar-e-mazaar huuN maiN  nigaah-e-karam se mujhko na dekh e dozaKhKhabar nahiiN tujhe kis ka gunahgaar huuN maiNphir uskii shaan-e-kariimii ke hausle dekhegunaahgaar yah kah de gunaahgaar huuN maiNbaDe maze meN guzartii hai beKhudii meN amiir  khudaa voh din na dikhaaye ki hoshiyaar huuN maiNAmeer Meenai  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/5277135036941569260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/5277135036941569260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/12/guzishta-khaak-nashiinon.html' title='Guzishta khaak nashiinoN...'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-6119070467413506886</id><published>2010-12-28T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T02:48:02.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ek nazam</title><summary type='text'>dukh dard meN hameshaa nikaale tumhaare khataur mil gayii Khushii to uchhaale tumhaare khat  sab chuuDiyaaN tumhaarii samandar ko sauNp diiNaur kar diye havaa ke havaale tumhaare khatmere lahuu meN guuNj rahaa hai har ek lafzmaiN ne ragoN ke dasht meN paale tumhaare KhatyuuN to haiN beshumaar vafaa kii nishaaniyaaN  lekin har ek shae se niraale tumhaare khatjaise ho umr bhar ka asaasa Ghariib </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/6119070467413506886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/6119070467413506886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/12/ek-nazam.html' title='ek nazam'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-237653774757206280</id><published>2010-12-28T02:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T02:46:24.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another poem -</title><summary type='text'>phir koii aayaaa dil-e-zaar, nahiiN koii nahiiNraahrav hogaa, kahiiN aur chalaa jaayegaa  Dhal chukii raat, bikharne lagaa taaron ka GhubaarlaRkhaRaane lage aivaanoN men Khwaabiidaa chiraaGhso gaii raastaa tak tak ke har ek rahguzarajnabii Khaak ne dhundhlaa diye qadmoN ke suraaGhgul karo sham'en, baDhaao maye-o-meena-o-ayaaGh  apne beKhwaab kivaaDon ko muqaffal kar loab yahaan koii nahiin, koii </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/237653774757206280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/237653774757206280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/12/another-poem.html' title='another poem -'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-365438132349179605</id><published>2010-12-28T02:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T02:45:32.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My favourite Poem.</title><summary type='text'>voh log bohat khush-qismat thejo ishq ko kaam samajhte theyaa kaam se aashiqii karte the  ham jiite jii masruuf rahekuchh ishq kiyaa, kuchh kaam kiyaakaam ishq ke aaDe aataa rahaaaur ishq se kaam ulajhtaa rahaaphir aaKhir tang aa kar hamnedonoN ko adhuuraa chhoD diyaaFaiz Ahmed Faiz  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/365438132349179605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/365438132349179605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-favourite-poem.html' title='My favourite Poem.'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-2842266000044838560</id><published>2010-12-28T02:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T02:42:48.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ek piari c ghazal...</title><summary type='text'>kaam sab ghair zaruuri haiN jo sab karte haiN aur hum kuchh nahiiN karte haiN ghazab karte haiN  ham pe haakim kaa koi hukm nahin chaltaa haiham qalandar haiN, shahanshaah laqab karte haiNaap ki nazroN meN suuraj kii hai jitnii azmatham chiraaghoN kaa bhii utnaa hi adab karte haiNdekhiye jisko use dhun hai masiihaaii kii  aajkal shahroN ke biimar matab karte haiNRahat Indori  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/2842266000044838560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/2842266000044838560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/12/ek-piari-c-ghazal.html' title='Ek piari c ghazal...'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-2417192136010210259</id><published>2010-12-28T02:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T02:30:35.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Profitable Deal</title><summary type='text'>     &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns =  "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt; مُنافع کا  سودا  سرکارِ دو  عالم حضرت محمد صلی اللہ علیہ وسلم اپنے صحابہ کرام رضی اللہ تعالٰی عنہما کے  درمیان تشریف فرما تھے کہ ایک یتیم جوان شکایت لیئے حاضر خدمت ہوا۔ کہنے لگا یا  رسول اللہ؛ میں اپنی کھجوروں کے باغ کے ارد گرد دیوار تعمیر کرا رہا تھا کہ میرے  ہمسائے کی کھجور کا ایک درخت دیوار کے درمیان میں آ گیا۔ </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/2417192136010210259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/2417192136010210259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/12/profitable-deal.html' title='A Profitable Deal'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-7866758450320307549</id><published>2010-12-27T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T01:21:13.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a request</title><summary type='text'>dil ko bay chain sa kartee hain tumari ankhain   raat ko dair talak tum mujay socha na karo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/7866758450320307549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/7866758450320307549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/12/request.html' title='a request'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-4304128640256250777</id><published>2010-12-27T01:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T01:07:59.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kya?</title><summary type='text'>بات کرتے ہیں تکلّف سے جہاں ملتے ہیں   اب  وہ  پہلے  کی  طرح  ہم  سے کہاں ملتے ہیں   کیوں تیرے شہر میں رونے نہیں دیتا کوئی  کیا تیرے شہر میں آنسو  بھی گراں  ملتے ہی   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/4304128640256250777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/4304128640256250777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/12/kya.html' title='kya?'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-2077015774020265011</id><published>2010-12-25T21:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T21:35:20.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you wish to be happy?</title><summary type='text'>Do  you wish to be happy?? Here are 7 rules of  happiness: 1- Don't hate anyone no matter how much they've hurt you2- Don't  worry ever &amp; increase your prayers3- Give a lot even if you're not given  enough4- Live simply no matter how high you have became5- Smile even if  your heart is dripping blood6- Be Optimistic no matter how many hardships u  face and always expect the best from Allah7- Do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/2077015774020265011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/2077015774020265011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/12/do-you-wish-to-be-happy.html' title='Do you wish to be happy?'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-2905263930896450643</id><published>2010-12-22T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T03:59:05.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farz karo hum ahle wafa hon, farz karo deewanay hon</title><summary type='text'>Farz karo hum ahle wafa hon, farz karo deewanay hon Farz karo yeh dono batein jhootee hoon afsanay hon  Farz karo yeh jee ki bipta, jee say jorh sunai ho Farz karo abhi or ho itni, aadhi hum nay chupai ho  Farz karo tumhain khush kernay kay dhoondhay humnay bahany hon Farz karo yeh nain tumharay such much kay maykhanay hon  Farz karo yeh rog ho jhoota, jhooti peet hamari ho Farz karo is peet kay </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/2905263930896450643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/2905263930896450643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/12/farz-karo-hum-ahle-wafa-hon-farz-karo.html' title='Farz karo hum ahle wafa hon, farz karo deewanay hon'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-646075078050439813</id><published>2010-12-22T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T03:56:07.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kissi khush nigah si aankh nay</title><summary type='text'>kissi khush nigah si aankh nay yeh kamal mujh pay karam kia meri loh-e-jaan pay rakam kia woh jo aik chaand sa harf tha, woh jo aik shaaam sa naam tha woh jo aik phool si baat thi,   younhi phirti rehti thi darbadar ussay gulstaan ka pata dia mera dil kay sher-e-malal tha ussay roshni main basa dia meri aankh aur khawb ko kissi aik pal main baham kia maray aainay pay jo gard thi   mah-o-saal ki </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/646075078050439813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/646075078050439813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/12/kissi-khush-nigah-si-aankh-nay.html' title='kissi khush nigah si aankh nay'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-4816850457876744349</id><published>2010-12-22T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T03:49:22.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>zindagi be-imaan hai shayad</title><summary type='text'>zindagi be-imaan hai shayad  to bhi mera gumaan hai shayad  baat be baat toot jata hai  dil bhi kacha makan hai shayad  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/4816850457876744349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/4816850457876744349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/12/zindagi-be-imaan-hai-shayad.html' title='zindagi be-imaan hai shayad'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-6901623301067343515</id><published>2010-12-22T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T03:40:01.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>baandh lein...</title><summary type='text'>baandh lein haath yeh seeney pe saja lein tum ko jee main aata hai ke tasweer bana lein tum ko phir tumhein roze sanwarein tumhein barhta dekein kion na aangan main chanbeli sa laga lein tum ko   kabhi khuabon ki tarah aankh ke parde main raho kabhi khwahish ki tarah dil main bula lein tum ko hai tumhare liye kuch aisi aqeedat dil main apne hathon main duaon sa utha lein tum ko jaan dene ki </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/6901623301067343515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/6901623301067343515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/12/baandh-lein.html' title='baandh lein...'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-1875119789114033284</id><published>2010-12-22T03:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T03:20:27.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Us Jheel Si Gehri Aankhon Main</title><summary type='text'>un jheel si gahri aankhoon may  ik shaam kahin abad to ho  us jheel kinaray pal do pal  ik khwab ka neela phool khilay  wo phool bahareen lahroon may  ik roze kahin hum sham dhulay  us phool kay bahtay rungoon may  jis waqt lerzta chand chulay  us waqt kahin un aankhoon may  us guzray pal ki yaad to ho  phir chahay umer sumander ki her mooj peraishaan ho jaye  phir chahay aankh dereechay say  her</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/1875119789114033284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/1875119789114033284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/12/us-jheel-si-gehri-aankhon-main.html' title='Us Jheel Si Gehri Aankhon Main'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-8628970938775222211</id><published>2010-12-20T03:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T03:03:28.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cricket Tips for Batting Against Fast Bowlers.</title><summary type='text'>Cricket Tips for Batting Against Fast Bowlers          		 		 				 			 				 					 	 		By Alex Oppenheimer, 		eHow Contributor 	 	 				 				 					 				 			 				 	 		 				     			 				Fast bowling is one of the most effective skills in the sport. 			 			 				 						 						Cricket Tips for Batting Against Fast Bowlers 					 			 					 				 			 		 			 			  			 	 		     			 				In cricket, a fast bowler</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/8628970938775222211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/8628970938775222211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/12/cricket-tips-for-batting-against-fast.html' title='Cricket Tips for Batting Against Fast Bowlers.'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-8708585195697921068</id><published>2010-12-20T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T00:11:17.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Father is the Best....</title><summary type='text'>بسِم اللهِ الرَّحْمنِ الرَّحِيم Me  &amp; My Father – Respect Your Parents    When  I was 4 Yrs Old : "My  father is THE BEST   When  I was 6 Yrs Old: "My  father seems to know everyone   When  I was 10 Yrs Old:" My  father is excellent but he is short tempered   When  I was 12 Yrs Old: "My  father was nice when I was little   When  I was 14 Yrs Old: "My  father started being too sensitive   When  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/8708585195697921068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/8708585195697921068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-father-is-best.html' title='My Father is the Best....'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-5995403642412566643</id><published>2010-12-19T23:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T23:29:41.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If....</title><summary type='text'>بسِم اللهِ الرَّحْمنِ الرَّحِيم If EveryOne is Happy With  You, Surely, You have made Many  "Compromises" in Your  Life. If You are Happy With  EveryOne, Surely, You have "Ignored"  Many Faults of Others.Kind Regards,Syed Waqas  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/5995403642412566643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/5995403642412566643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/12/if.html' title='If....'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-5937105726118111985</id><published>2010-12-18T04:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T04:28:34.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some great tips on love and relationships by kids between the age of 5 and 10...</title><summary type='text'>WHAT IS THE PROPER AGE TO GET MARRIED? "Once I'm done with kindergarten, I'm going to find me awife." (Tom, 5)  WHAT DO MOST PEOPLE DO ON A DATE?   "On the first date, they just tell each other lies, and that usually gets them interested enough to go for a second date." (Mike, 9)  WHEN IS IT OKAY TO KISS SOMEONE?    "You should never kiss a girl unless you have enough bucks to buy her a big ring </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/5937105726118111985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/5937105726118111985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/12/some-great-tips-on-love-and.html' title='Some great tips on love and relationships by kids between the age of 5 and 10...'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-3564042846194168345</id><published>2010-12-18T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T04:08:21.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are Strong.</title><summary type='text'> You are Strong...  When you take your  griefand teach it to smile.   You are Brave...When you over come your  fearsand help others to do the same.  You are Happy...   When you  see a flower andare thankful for the blessing.   You are Loving....  When your own pain  does not blind you to the pain of others.   You are Wise....When you know the  limitsof your wisdom.   You are True....When you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/3564042846194168345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/3564042846194168345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-are-strong.html' title='You are Strong.'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-5352153854124412270</id><published>2010-12-18T04:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T04:04:24.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Succeed</title><summary type='text'>How To Succeed a 20 point plan…   Don't talk negatively about people behind their backs. If you gossip, people won't confide in you.   Mind your own business. Try to work for someone who'll challenge your powers. You'll learn more in a year than 4 years of college.   Successful bosses have good communication skills. They learn from people, including their employees. Work in such a way that makes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/5352153854124412270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/5352153854124412270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-to-succeed.html' title='How To Succeed'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-2582821190405176871</id><published>2010-12-13T23:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T23:56:14.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to make a woman happy?</title><summary type='text'> How to keep a woman happy.... Priceless! It ' s not difficult to make a woman happy. A man only needs to  be:   1. A friend2. A companion3. A lover4. A brother5. A  father6. A master7. A chef8. An electrician9. A carpenter10.  A plumber11. A mechanic12. A decorator13. A stylist14. A  sexologist15. A gynecologist16. A psychologist17. A pest  exterminator18. A psychiatrist19. A healer20. A good </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/2582821190405176871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/2582821190405176871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-to-make-woman-happy.html' title='How to make a woman happy?'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-7426453066669735293</id><published>2010-12-13T23:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T23:54:40.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just One Step Away!</title><summary type='text'>You are one thought away from being supremely  andAuthentically confident. You are one thought away fromStepping  powerfully, effectively and decisively in theDirection of your  dreams. With just one positive, empowering thought, you can  turnToward achievement, toward excellence, toward discipline  andCommitment. From nothing more than a thought that resonatesWith your  true purpose, you can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/7426453066669735293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/7426453066669735293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-one-step-away.html' title='Just One Step Away!'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-5241365322268898369</id><published>2010-12-13T23:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T23:53:49.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret of Happiness!</title><summary type='text'>The secret of happiness is to be free of  fear. Fear is like a toxin that runs through much of our thinking.  It feeds on insecurity, feeling of loss, loneliness, inadequacy and  attachment.  You are loveable and loving. Accept this as Truth.  Appreciate and care for yourself - truly, deeply, intensely, in a  way that reflects your real value. Then you will automatically have  the same regards </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/5241365322268898369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/5241365322268898369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/12/secret-of-happiness.html' title='The Secret of Happiness!'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-1824785227143107162</id><published>2010-12-13T23:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T23:52:55.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It will be Fun!</title><summary type='text'>Is there anything you know you must  do,which you're reluctant to undertake?  Or is there something  which you're positively dreading? Perhaps it is a project you've been  putting off, or a phone callyou must make, or a meeting you need to  attend. Think of what you need to do and tell yourself, "this will  be fun!"It sounds crazy, but it can really make a difference. As soon as  you say "this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/1824785227143107162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/1824785227143107162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/12/it-will-be-fun.html' title='It will be Fun!'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-4381454820960058623</id><published>2010-12-13T23:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T23:50:52.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweet Revenge</title><summary type='text'>The Sweet Revenge    After 17 years of marriage, a man dumped his wife  for a younger woman. The downtown luxury apartment was in his name  and he wanted to remain there with his new love so he asked the wife to move out  and then he would buy her another place. The wife agreed to this,  but asked that she be given 3 days on her own there, to pack up her  things. While he was gone, the first day </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/4381454820960058623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/4381454820960058623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/12/sweet-revenge.html' title='The Sweet Revenge'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-6084061816076377312</id><published>2010-12-13T22:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T22:49:38.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Speaking: 10 Tips to Improve Public Speaking Skills</title><summary type='text'>    Public Speaking: 10 Tips to Improve Public Speaking  Skills    When I ask my audiences their number one challenge with public speaking, they  overwhelmingly say, "to overcome the fear of public speaking." It's okay to have  "butterflies." The key is how to get them organized, focused and flying in  formation. Here are 10 tips for delivering a more powerful, persuasive  presentation. Practice </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/6084061816076377312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/6084061816076377312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/12/public-speaking-10-tips-to-improve.html' title='Public Speaking: 10 Tips to Improve Public Speaking Skills'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-6456460868694319616</id><published>2010-12-13T20:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T20:54:43.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>مُنافع کا سودا</title><summary type='text'>               مُنافع کا سودا   سرکارِ دو عالم حضرت محمد صلی اللہ علیہ وسلم اپنے صحابہ کرام رضی اللہ  تعالٰی عنہما کے درمیان تشریف فرما تھے کہ ایک یتیم جوان شکایت لیئے حاضر خدمت ہوا۔  کہنے لگا یا رسول اللہ؛ میں اپنی کھجوروں کے باغ کے ارد گرد دیوار تعمیر کرا رہا  تھا کہ میرے ہمسائے کی کھجور کا ایک درخت دیوار کے درمیان میں آ گیا۔ میں نے اپنے  ہمسائے سے درخواست کی کہ وہ اپنی کھجور کا درخت میرے لیئے </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/6456460868694319616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/6456460868694319616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title='مُنافع کا سودا'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-8299937071251180225</id><published>2010-12-07T03:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T03:04:08.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalo tum chor do mujhko....</title><summary type='text'>Chalo Tum Chor Do Mujh Ko Main Wapis Loot Jata Hoon Tumhain Manzil Mubarak Ho Nai Rahein Mubarak Hoon Magar Phir Ae Mere Humdum ...Mujhe Itna To Btla Do K Wapis Kiss Taraf Joun Kahan Se Sath Lai Thay Mujhe Itna To Smjha Do Agar Aisa Nahi Mumkin To Mujh Ko Is Trha Toro K Mai Yaksar Bikhar Joun Bhatakne Se To Behter Hai Tumhary Pass Mar Joun...!!  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/8299937071251180225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/8299937071251180225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/12/chalo-tum-chor-do-mujhko.html' title='Chalo tum chor do mujhko....'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-2283127221417644883</id><published>2010-12-07T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T00:35:20.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rights of Wife &amp; Husband</title><summary type='text'>Rights of HUSBAND  1 To respect and love him  2 To be faithful to him3 To protect his wealth  4 To fulfill his desire  5 To stop interacting and welcoming people disliked by him  6 To take care of his children7 To respect his family and parents  Rights of WIFE1 To love her2 To fulfill her desires and needs3 To avoid harsh and absuive behaviour with her  4 To respect her family and parents5 To </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/2283127221417644883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/2283127221417644883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/12/rights-of-wife-husband.html' title='Rights of Wife &amp; Husband'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-8047772137716760572</id><published>2010-12-06T02:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T02:40:03.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a public service message!</title><summary type='text'>Whencloudsbreakrain fall.Whencoconutbreakswater falls.Whenlovebreakstears fall.But whenfriendshipbreakslife falls completelySo never break friendship..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/8047772137716760572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/8047772137716760572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/12/public-service-message.html' title='a public service message!'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-1849914304729550458</id><published>2010-12-06T01:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T01:37:46.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>aandhi mei diya</title><summary type='text'>  Aabla'paa koi is dashte me aaya hoga,Varna Aandhi me  diya kis ne jalaya hoga.Zarre zarre pe saje hongy kunvare  sajdy,Eik Eik butt ko khuda usne bnaya hoga.Piyas jalte hoe  kanton ki Bujhai hogi,Riste pani ko hatheli Pe Sajaya hoga.Mil  gya hoga agr koi Sunehra pathar,Apna tota hua dil Yad tou Aaya  hoga.Khoon k chentey kahen ponch na ly rehron se,Kisne Veraney  ko Gulzaar banaya hoga. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/1849914304729550458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/1849914304729550458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/12/aandhi-mei-diya.html' title='aandhi mei diya'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-5399922124635855796</id><published>2010-12-06T00:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T00:51:08.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun Liya hum ne...</title><summary type='text'> Sun liya hum ne faisla teraAur sun ker udaas ho baithey Zehan chup chaap ankh khaaliJaisey hum kianaat kho  baithey</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/5399922124635855796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/5399922124635855796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/12/sun-liya-hum-ne.html' title='Sun Liya hum ne...'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-7910074877322281569</id><published>2010-12-04T22:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T22:07:27.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hazrat Ali RAA Said:</title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/7910074877322281569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/7910074877322281569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/12/hazrat-ali-raa-said.html' title='Hazrat Ali RAA Said:'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TPssIHM_lDI/AAAAAAAABUQ/wXdqrK7tHfE/s72-c/gharoor-747923.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-2082340173376840733</id><published>2010-11-24T00:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T00:51:51.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Action Is Recorded</title><summary type='text'>  As you do, so you become. Every action that you perform is recorded in you, the soul. These imprints ultimately mould your character and destiny. When you understand this principle, you will pay more attention to bringing your best to everything you do.       </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/2082340173376840733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/2082340173376840733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/11/every-action-is-recorded.html' title='Every Action Is Recorded'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-3304217368865653910</id><published>2010-11-23T01:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T01:56:24.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holy Prophet (PBUH) Said:</title><summary type='text'>  Abu Hurairah (May Allah be pleased with him) reported:  A man came to the Messenger of Allah (Sallallahu Alaihi Wasallam) and asked,   "O Messenger of Allah! (Sallallahu Alaihi Wasallam) What shall I do if someone comes to me with  the intention of taking away my property?''  He (Sallallahu Alaihi Wasallam) replied,  "Do not hand over it to him.''  The man asked, "What shall I do if he fights </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/3304217368865653910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/3304217368865653910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/11/holy-prophet-pbuh-said.html' title='The Holy Prophet (PBUH) Said:'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-5734598488129779121</id><published>2010-11-03T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T02:17:04.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting Held on 2nd November, 2010.</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/5734598488129779121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/5734598488129779121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/11/meeting-held-on-2nd-november-2010.html' title='Meeting Held on 2nd November, 2010.'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TNEokWSHdBI/AAAAAAAABTQ/HZrR4XUDaJ8/s72-c/DSC03019-724321.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-2185851738221396635</id><published>2010-10-31T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T03:35:08.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscellaneous Events...</title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/2185851738221396635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/2185851738221396635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/10/miscellaneous-events.html' title='Miscellaneous Events...'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TM1GXTBtGdI/AAAAAAAABPo/a0lnhMeTAQs/s72-c/DSC02877-708490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-7745863812289846784</id><published>2010-10-24T02:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T02:50:38.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat But Don't Eat Haraam, Drink But Don't Drink Alcohol, Speak But Don't Speak LIE,Listen But Don't Listen Music, Maintain Men &amp; Women Relationship With Nikah But Don't Do Zina, Do Business But Don't do on Interest(RIBA)..</title><summary type='text'>Eat But Don't Eat Haraam, Drink But Don't Drink  Alcohol, Speak But Don't Speak LIE,Listen But Don't Listen Music, Maintain Men  &amp; Women Relationship With Nikah But Don't Do Zina, Do Business But Don't do  on Interest(RIBA), Spend Life Like Our Prophet Mohammad(PBUH) Copy Him(PBUH)  &amp; Allah Will Forgive all of us Insha'Allah !  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/7745863812289846784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/7745863812289846784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/10/eat-but-dont-eat-haraam-drink-but-dont.html' title='Eat But Don&apos;t Eat Haraam, Drink But Don&apos;t Drink Alcohol, Speak But Don&apos;t Speak LIE,Listen But Don&apos;t Listen Music, Maintain Men &amp; Women Relationship With Nikah But Don&apos;t Do Zina, Do Business But Don&apos;t do on Interest(RIBA)..'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-2401516839234720992</id><published>2010-10-19T23:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T23:21:18.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Test Drive in Chevrolet Cruise 2010 (Owner of the Car : Jasir)</title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/2401516839234720992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/2401516839234720992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/10/test-drive-in-chevrolet-cruise-2010.html' title='Test Drive in Chevrolet Cruise 2010 (Owner of the Car : Jasir)'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TL6KX0lR_OI/AAAAAAAABO4/2z7wSJ_jFK4/s72-c/DSC02635+(2)-778770.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-4741206751709937921</id><published>2010-10-16T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T03:18:19.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brother Like Him...</title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/4741206751709937921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/4741206751709937921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/10/brother-like-him.html' title='Brother Like Him...'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TLl76zqzQkI/AAAAAAAABOw/rGd-kA2-1jA/s72-c/brother-like-him-799163.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-392377168171331706</id><published>2010-10-09T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T22:06:01.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple...</title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/392377168171331706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/392377168171331706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/10/simple.html' title='Simple...'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-7244629808238149461</id><published>2010-10-08T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T22:52:02.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Legal but not Logical.</title><summary type='text'>  A  young Law student, having failed his Law exam, goes up to his crusty old professor, who is renowned for his razor-sharp legal mind.  Student: "Sir, do you really understand everything about this subject?"  Professor: "Actually, I probably do. Otherwise I wouldn't be a professor, would I?"   Student: "OK. So I’d like to ask you a question. If you can give me the correct answer, I will accept </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/7244629808238149461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/7244629808238149461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/10/legal-but-not-logical.html' title='Legal but not Logical.'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-2323040966325523832</id><published>2010-10-08T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T21:57:09.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kabhi Hum Bhee Khoobsoorat Thai... (7th Oct, 2010)</title><summary type='text'>Kabhi Hum Bhee Khoobsoorat  Thai...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/2323040966325523832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/2323040966325523832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/10/kabhi-hum-bhee-khoobsoorat-thai-7th-oct.html' title='Kabhi Hum Bhee Khoobsoorat Thai... (7th Oct, 2010)'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TK_2JeTwR2I/AAAAAAAABMY/A6HUDYPVRJ8/s72-c/66682_10150276221215494_715075493_15142809_5744997_n-729499.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-1890067778104554585</id><published>2010-10-05T04:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T04:25:55.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tall/Black/Handsome</title><summary type='text'>       </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/1890067778104554585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/1890067778104554585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/10/tallblackhandsome.html' title='Tall/Black/Handsome'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TKsLRFS5TyI/AAAAAAAABMQ/1bS92c8lkJ8/s72-c/waqas-755571.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-2677336284650636162</id><published>2010-09-29T05:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T05:06:22.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its just me.</title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/2677336284650636162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/2677336284650636162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-just-me.html' title='its just me.'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TKMrvyt4uKI/AAAAAAAABLI/VYxLnKULkxM/s72-c/DSC02539-782391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-8170963665944460757</id><published>2010-09-29T04:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T04:57:31.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Important Message!</title><summary type='text'>              </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/8170963665944460757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/8170963665944460757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/09/important-message.html' title='An Important Message!'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TKMprH1ZE8I/AAAAAAAABLA/NS7AOQg-vGQ/s72-c/important-751785.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-7851327597778331014</id><published>2010-09-25T04:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T04:01:56.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave a Mark</title><summary type='text'>Leave a Mark Live life to the fullest.True and honest, begin with yourself and extend  it to others.Use your words wisely. Words have power and create  influence,do not spread them carelessly.Negative words create negative  energy and repel those around you.Live in the positive. Leave your  'stamp' on everything you do.Make yourself an icon to be admired and  respected.Become an inspiration to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/7851327597778331014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/7851327597778331014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/09/leave-mark.html' title='Leave a Mark'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-6375125001020801256</id><published>2010-09-19T04:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T04:18:48.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be a Legend.</title><summary type='text'>An eagle's egg was placed in the nest of a prairie chicken. 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It clucked and cackled. It never flew more than a few feet because  that is what  the prairie chickens did. One day he saw an eagle flying  gracefully and majestically in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/6375125001020801256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/6375125001020801256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/09/be-legend.html' title='Be a Legend.'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245002.post-5716428286219137154</id><published>2010-08-18T02:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T02:10:50.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iftaar with Friends...</title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/5716428286219137154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245002/posts/default/5716428286219137154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waqasj.blogspot.com/2010/08/iftaar-with-friends.html' title='Iftaar with Friends...'/><author><name>Syed W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569052670900767965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGZ0eAwXuuI/AAAAAAAABIo/Cc7wuPDJ_44/S220/SNC00196.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57pukdRBpjg/TGujmpm3LVI/AAAAAAAABJg/wtzX0h2VXws/s72-c/DSC02131-750371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
