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Bahaar e Darood O Salaam

Bahaar e Darood O Salaam

Bahaar e Darood O Salaam



Uss ko Bar Bar Mubarik Baad‏

Uss ko Bar Bar Mubarik Baad‏


Our Lord! grant us good in this world
and good in the hereafter,
and save us from the chastisement of the fire

“Aao Lout chalain apne “RAB” ki taraf….!!”

Darood Sharif

Aap Sabki Duaoun Ka Talib

Zahidm Hussian 


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Misfortune cannot be conquered by furious and continuing resentment. 
We win victory over bereavement only when we face our loss, accept our loss, 
and then make our way through and beyond our loss. 
You ask how we make our way through it and beyond it ? 
We do so by deliberately re entering the world of daily activity-
the busy world of problems, duties, friendships, opportunities and satisfactions. 
A resentful, self pitying life is a doomed life. 
Only the life that picks up and starts again is victorious.

The loss of a loved one is a sorrow all of us must eventually face, 
and never is help more needed than during the first dark days of bereavement.

The true way to mourn the dead is to take care of the living who belong to them.

Believe when you are most unhappy, that there is something for you to do in the world. 
So long as you can sweeten another’s pain, life is not in vain.

Robbed of joy, of courage, and of the very desire to live, the newly bereaved 
frequently avoids companionship, feeling himself so limp with misery 
and so empty of vitality that he is ill suited for human contacts; and yet no one is 
so bereaved, so miserable, that he cannot find someone else to help in their time of need; 
someone who needs friendship, understanding, and courage more than he. 

The unselfish effort to bring cheer to others will be the 
beginning of a happier life for ourselves.

Often when the heart is torn with sorrow, spiritually we wander like a traveller 
lost in a deep wood. 
We grow frightened, lose all sense of direction, and batter ourselves against trees 
and rocks in our attempt to find a path. 
All the while there is a path- a path of faith-that leads straight out of the dense 
tangle of our difficulties into the open road we are seeking.

Let us not weep for those who have gone away when their lives were at full bloom and beauty. 
Who are we that we should mourn them and wish them back ? Life at its every stage is good, 
but who shall say whether those who die in the splendor of their prime are not fortunate to 
have known no abatement, no dulling of the flame by ash, no slow fading of life’s perfect flower.
~Helen Keller~

Al-Hassan Al-Basri

Al-Hassan Al-Basri





Zahid Hussain




Don’t look at expressions on faces. Don’t listen to what is said with tongues. Don’t let tears sway you. They are all but products of human skin. It changes everyday. Look instead for what is under the skin. Not the heart either, as it also fluctuates, nor the mind, as it changes its point of view whenever it changes its perspective. Moreover, the mind may accept at present what it denied in the past. Even scientists change their theories.

No, my son! If you want to understand a human, look at his or her action in a moment of free choice. Just then you will get very surprised as you may see a saint prostituting, and a whore praying! You may find a physician drinking poison, and you may get shocked by your friend stabbing your back, while your enemy saving you! You may see a servant who acts as noble as a master, and a master acts as despicable as the lowest servant! You may see kings taking bribes and wretches giving charity.

Look at man when there is no fear to stop him; when caution sleeps, desire gets satisfied and barriers fall. Just then you can see man’s reality: walking on four legs like an animal, or flying like an angel, or creeping like a snake, or eating mud like worms.


Dr. Mustapha Mahmoud

Translated by: Amany Elmorshidy