my name is MUHAMMAD WAQAS AWAN
"We are from the Blood of Ali (R.A)"
"we the sons of Banu Hashim
"We the Soldiers of Makkah
"We rule the world 5 hundred years
"We thE locals of Kabba
"We the Persuaders of GOD
"We the Muslims by Birth.
"We Feel Proud
"WE ARE AWAN'S"
SYEDI MURSHADI YA NABI YA NABI
GHULAM HAIN GHULAM HAIN
RASOOL KE GHULAM HAIN
GHULAMI E RASOOL MEIN
MAUT BHI QABOOL HAI
JO HO NA ISHQ E MUSTAFA
TOU ZINDAGI FAZOOL HAI
KHUDA KARE QABOOL HO
HUMARA ISHQ E MUSTAFA
HUMARA ISHQ E MUSTAFA
KHUDA KARE QBOOL HO
HUM AZMAT E RASOOL KE
PASBAAN HAIN PASBAAN
HUM CHADAAR E BATOOL KE
PASBAAN HAIN PASBAAN
20 May 2012, 16:03
HAVE A GOOD WEEK.
17 May 2012, 05:44
11 May 2012, 15:39
It was a busy morning, approximately 8:30 am, when an elderly gentleman in his 80’s, arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He stated that he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am. I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would be able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound.
It was well healed so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound. While taking care of his wound, we began to engage in conversation. I asked him if he had a doctor’s appointment this morning, as he was in such hurry. The gentleman told me no and that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife. I then inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer Disease. As we talked and I finished dressing his wound, I asked if she would be worried if he was a bit late.
He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now. I was surprised and asked him, “And you still go every morning, even though she doesn’t know who you are?” He smiled as he patted my hand and said, “She doesn’t know me but I still know who she is.” I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm and thought, “That this is the kind of love I want in my life.”
True love is neither physical nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be and will not be. The happiest of people don’t necessarily have the best of
everything, they just make the best of everything that comes along their way. Peace is seeing a sunset and knowing who to thank.
MAY TRUE UNCONDITIONAL LOVE ALWAYS RUN FREE ON THE WIND.
HAPPY WEEKEND AND WEEK AHEAD!
4 May 2012, 15:58
HAPPY WEEKEND AND WEEK AHEAD.
3 May 2012, 15:47
HAPPY WEEKEND AND WEEK AHEAD.