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What will happen when you die? do you believe in life after death? or you don't give a **** as you will be dead anyway?
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We never really grow up, we only learn how to act in public.
If I agree with you we w'd both be wrong.
Be good, If you can't be good be lucky -
"life after death" what the hell is that supposed to mean?
i m sure we will end up with some of our senses. i don't think we would stop being all at once.
I am no bird, and no nest ensnares me.
non commercial would cost less if he was in charge himself which he plans on doing. right now it's n herat but soon it will be in qanadahar.
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Inshallah!!Originally posted by JasmineComment
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wale?...de ma dua leta na nor sawab laree?Originally posted by shlombayComment
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Life after death is same as we have in this world. Difference is only that the soul's dress in this world is made up of Soil (Physical body); but after death, the dress of soul will be changed and it will be converted from soil to Light. Yes the dress of our soul after death will be made up of LIGHT.
All demands and movements of our life after death will be same as are in this world, no difference.
One thing will be place of living......
For bad people, it will be Sijjiyeen
For good people, it will be Illiyeen[FONT=Arial][SIZE=4][COLOR=darkred]Barking Dogs Seldom Bite...![/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]
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LONG LIVE UNITED PAKISTAN
([B]Balochi + Sindi + Punjabi + Pashtoon + Chitrali + Kashmiri = My Sweet Pakistan[/B])
Jeeway Jeeway PakistanComment
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Your thread reminded me of something which I happened to be looking at, as a reminder. Mahzala posted the video to this also. I really love this, and thought to share.
Dust is my bed, embraces me and it's my cover now
The sand surrounds me even behind my back
And the grave tells a dankness of my affliction
And the brightness draws a line
Where is my family's love? They sold my loyalty!
And where is my group of friends? They left my brotherhood!
Where is the bliss of money? It's behind my back now
And my name (reputation) where is it shine between praises
This is my end and this is my bed....
And love farewells its longing and my elegizing cried
And the tears went dry after crying
And the universe became narrow and so is my space
And the grave became my ground and sky
This is my end and this is my bed.....
Fear fills my estrangement and sadness is my illness
I expect firmness and I swear it's my cure
And for Allah I pray faithfully, you are my hope
Allah! I desire heaven, to find bliss in it
And for Allah I pray faithfully, you are my hope
Allah! I desire heaven, to find bliss in it.....
Farshy Al Turab (Dust is my bed)Comment
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of course it is Timbaktu this life is nothingComment
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