A letter from Mom and Dad to thier child...video sent by Sheena Nabeel

Happy Mothers Day..Message by Imran Junani

I LOVE U MUMMY
May ALLAH Grant U Loang / Healthy Life, Great Success In The World & Hereafter,
May ALLAH Refund U With 1,000 Times Bonus What U Have Done & Still Doing For Us.
And
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO U.
(She will be one more year old on 13th May INSHA ALLAH) :)

Happy Mothers Day..Message by Saman

Is Zulm ki duniya me Faqt Pyar Meri Maa

Hai mere lie Saya e Dewaar Meri Maa

Nafrat k jazeeron se muhabat ki hadon tak

Haan Pyar hai,bas pyar hai,Faqt Pyar meri Maa

Love you Mummy....You are the greatest MOM in the World

Happy Mothers Day..Message by Aamir Ahmed

Dearest Mom

Love you lots and lots and lots and lots.Thanks for All great Things you did for me and for all those things which must have never been easy for you.After having a bad boy like me is a test of patience :)Love you.You are my Super Duper Mom

Happy Mothers Day..Message by Farhana Owais

Happy Mothers Day Ammi,
aaj hon me jo kuch bhi teri inayat hai

Mijhi Maa Bade se Saari-Child's Tribute to Mother

Mijhi Maa…bade se saari

Goud me jholo jhulaiti



Mijhi Maa…bade se saari

hath se khawao kharai ti



Mijhi Maa…bade se saari

Moun hath mijho dhorai ti



Mijhi Maa…bade se saari

Sara lugra mike pairaiti



Mijhi Maa…bade se saari

Kahani mike sunraiti



Mijhi Maa…bade se saari

Mijhe le poetry banaiti



Mijhi Maa…bade se saari

School le mike utharati

Pehle khud utheti

nashto ne lunch banaiti



Mijhi Maa…bade se saari

Homework mike karaiti

Lafz nawa sikhai thi

Hath jhali jhali ne likhaiti





Mijhi Maa…bade se saari

Chout mike jara se jo lagaiti

Kitri waar sehlai ti

Sahi thi winati pachi bhi

gharia ghari ou naareti



Mijhi Maa…bade se saari

Jade bemaar aoun thi winati

Raat saji ou jageti

Tame te dawa peraiti



Mijhi Maa…bade se saari



Papa ji koi cheez jade oun toranti

Pote raron khaiti

Ne mike pote chupai ti





Mijhi Maa…bade se saari

Mike halne skhaiti

Halne jide sikhi wi yaan

Sajou di ghabraiti

School wina k banra rama

Ghar me wiahn k aoun suma

Ayaton parhi parhi dam karati

Duaion mangi mangi ne

Her aafat se mike bachaiti



Mijhi Maa…bade se saari



Mijhi Maa…bade se saari

Maa Piyari Maa-Nauman Hanif dedicates this song to his Mother

Maa...Video collection sent by Muhammad Iqbal Ahmed Khanani

Maa k Naam...Message to Ammi

Muhammad Zeeshan,Sumaira Mateen and Shazia dedicate this poetry to their Ammi

Maa..Poetry sent by Sara Jameel

Mout Ki Aaghosh Me Jab Thak Ke Soo Jati Hai Maa
Tab Kahin Ja Kar ‘Raza’ Thora Suku Pati Hai Maa
Fikr Main Bachoon Ki Kuch Is Terha Ghul Jati Hai Maa
Nojawaan Hotay Huwe Budhi Nazar Aati Hai Maa
Rooh Ke Rishtay Ki Yeah Gehrayian To Daikheye
Choot Lagti Hai Humaray Aur Chillati Hai Maa
Oadthi hai hasrathoan ka khud to bosida kafan
chahatoan ka payrahan bachoan ko pehnathi hai maa
Ek ek hasrath ko apne azm wo istekhal se Anso’oan se
ghusl de ker khud hi dhafna thi hai maa
Bhuka rehne hi nahi dethi yateemon ko khabhi
Jane kiskis se kahan se mang kar lati hai maa
Haddiyoon Ka Ras Pila kar Apnay Dil Ke Chain Ko
Kitnee Hi Ratoon Mai Khali Pait Soo Jati Hai Maa
Jane Kitne Barf Si Ratoon Me Aysa Bhi Hua
Bacha To Chaati Pe Hai Gelay Main Soo Jati hai Maa
Jab Khilone Ko Machalta Hai Koie Ghurbat Ka Phool
Aansoon Ke Saaz Par Bachay Ko Behlati Hai Maa
Fiker Ke Shamshaan Me Aakhir Chitaoon Ki Terha
Jaisai Sookhi Lakdeyaan, Is Terha Jal Jati Hai Maa
Bhook se majboor ho kar mahmaan kai samne
mangtea bachche jab roti to sharmati hai Maa
Zindigi ki siskiyaan sun kar hoos ai shahar se
Bhookai bachchoon ki giza apna kafan lati hai Maa
Muflisi bache ki zid par jab utha leti hai haath
Jaisea ho mujrim koi is tarha sharmati hai maa
Apnay Aanchal Se Gulabi Aansuoon Ko Poonch Kar
Dair Tak Gurbat Pe Apne Ashk Barsati Hai Maa
samne Bachoon Ke Khush Rahti Hai Har Ik Haal Main
Raat Ko Chup Chup Ke Laikin Ashk Bersati Hai Maa
Kab Zarurat Ho Meri Bachay Ko Itna Sooch Kar
Jaagti Rehti Hain Aankhain Aur Soo Jati Hai Ma
Pehlay Bachoon Ko Khilati Hai Sukoon-o-Chain Se
Baad Mai Jo Kuch Bacha ho Shouk Se Khati Hai Maa
Mangti Hi Kuch Nahi ApnaeaLeye ALLAH Se
Apnea Bachoon Ke Leye Daman Ko Phailati Hai Maa
De ek bimaar bachche ko duain aur dwa
sarhanea hi rakh kai sar kadmoon pa so jati hai Maa
Jane Anjane me hojaye jo bachoan se khusoor
Ek anjaani sazaa ke dar se tharrathi hai maa
Gar Javan Baiti Ho Ghar Main Aur Koie Rishta Na Ho
Ek Naye Ehsas Ki Suli Pe Chard Jati Hai Maa
Har Eebadat Har Mohabbat Mai Nihan Hai Ek Gharaz
Be-Gharaz, Be-Lous, Har Khidmat Ko Kar Jati Hai Maa
Apne bachoan ki bahaar-e-zindagi ke waste
Ansooan ke phool har mausam me barsati hai maa
Zindigi bhar beenti hai khaar rahe zeest se
jate jate naimate firdos de jati hai Maa
Bazuwoon Me Khinch Ke Aajayegi Jaise Kayenat
Apnai Bachay Ke Leye Bahoon Ko Phailati Hai Maa
Ek ek hamle se bachche ko bahanai kai liya
Dhall banti hai khabhi talwar baan jati hai Maa
Zindagani Ke Safar Me Gardishoon Ki Dhoop Mai
Jab Koie Saya Nahi Milta To Yaad Aati Hai Maa
Pyar Kehtai Hain Kise Aur Mamta Kya Cheez Hai
Koie Un Bachoon Sai Poocheye Jin Ki Mar Jati Hai Maa
Pehle dil ko saaf kar ke khoob apnai khoon se
dharkanoo pa kalma-e-tawheed likh jati hai Maa
Safha-e-Hasti Pe Likhti Hai Usool-e-Zindagi
Is Liye Ek Maktab-e-Islam Kehlati Hai Maa
Us Nayi Duniya Ko Diye Masoom Rahber Is Leye
Azmatoon Me Sani-e-Quran Kehlati Hai Maa
Ghar Se Jab Pardes JaTa Hai Koie Noor-e-Nazar
Haath Main Qur’an Le Kar Dar Pe Aajati Hai Maa
De Ke Bachay Ko Zamanat Main Raza-e-Pak Ki
Peechay Peechay Sar Jhookaye Door Tak Jaati Hai Maa
Kanpti Aawaz Sai Khaiti Hai “Baita alwida”
Samne Jab Tak Rahe Haatoon Ko Lehrati Hai Maa
Ris ne lagta hai poranai zakhm se taza lahoo
Hasratoon ki bolti tasveer ban jati hai Maa
Jab Parayshani Me Ghir Jate Hain Hum Pardes Me
Aanso Ko Poanch Ne Khwaboo Me Aajati Hai Maa
Lout kai wapas safar se jab bhi ghar aate hain hum
Daal kar bahain gale main sar ko sehlati hai Maa
Aisa lagta hai kai jaise aagea firdoos me
bhinch kar bahoon main jab seenai se liptati hai Maa
Dair Ho Jati He Ghar Aane Main Aksar Jab Hamain
Rait Per Machli Ho Jaisay Aisay Ghabrati Hai Maa
Marte Dam Bacha Na aapaya agar Pardes Se
Apni Donoo Putliyaan Chokhat Pe Rakh Jati Hai Maa
Baad Mar Janaea Ke Phir Baite Ki Khidmat Ke Leye
Bhes Beti Ka Badal Kar Ghar Main Aajati Hai Maa
Hum blaaoo main kahin ghirtea hain to be iktiyaar
khair ho bachche ki kah kai dar pa aa jati hai Maa
Door ho jata hai jab aankhoon se godi ka lal
Dil ko hathoon se pakar kai ghar ko aa jati hai Maa
Doosrea hi din se rahti hai khatoon ki muntazir
Dar pa aahat ho hwa se bhi to aa jati hai Maa
Chahe hum khushyoun me maa ko bhool jayen doasto
Jab musibat sar pe aati hai tho yaad aati hai maa
Door Ho Jati Hai Sari Omr Ki Us Dum Thakan
Biyah Kar Betay Ka Jab Ghar Bahu Lati Hai Maa
Cheen lati hai wohi aksar sukoon-e-zindagi
Pyar se dhulhan bana kar jis ko ghar lati hai maa
Phair laaatea hai nazar jis waqt baita aur bahu
ajnabi apne hi ghar hai baan jati hai Maa
Hamne ye bhi tho nahi soachan alaag hone ke baad
Jab diya hi khuch nahi ham ne tho kya khati hai maa
Zabt tho dakho ke itni berukhi ke baujood
Bd dua deti hai hargis aur na pashtati hai maa
Allah Allah bhool kar ek sitam ko raat din
pooti poote se shakista dil ko behlati hai Maa
Baita kitna hi bora ho par parosan kai hozoor
Rook kar jazbaat ko baitai kai gun gati hai Maa
Shadiyaan kar kar kai bachche ja basai pardes mai
Dil khatoon se aur tasveeron se bahlati hai Maa
Apne sinai par rakhai hai kainatai zindigi
Ye zamin is wastai ae dost kahlati hai Maa
Saal bhar me ya khabhi hafte me jumeraat ko
Zindagi bhar ka sila ek Fateha pati hai maa
Gumraahi ki gard jam jai na merai chand par
Barishe imaan main yoon roz nehlati hai Maa
Apne pehlu me lita kar roz totea ki tarha
Eik barah panch chouda ham ko ratwati hai maa

Love you Mummy ...with Kids favorite cartoons

Thankyou Maa...Paintings with Memon Lyrics of" A Mothers Love"

Thank you aayein jo mijhi dhian rakhiya

un raatein jo jade aayein mijhe le jagna riya

Thank you kadi mijho hath jhali ne thokrein se bachail le

Thankyou kadi mike dhako di ne aghiya wadhail le

Thank you jade jade aaon pag bharum Koi nawo kam karum thank you her un time le jade aayein mijhe bole wina  mijhi ghal samjhi wiya Thankyou aayein Mike halne sikhaya Pachi mijhi soch k parwaz deniya Mike khawab narne ne une ke pora karne sikhaya Hamesha mike chun le k win tu kari gin ney In se wadhi ne duniya me koi taqat ne In je barabar duniya ji poori daulat bi ne Aayein ji mamta se wadhi ne kein bi ne thank you her nandhi nandhi ghal le jo mijhe yadein me aaj bhi jeeri ayein thankyou badi kein kari ne kadi be kein bi na jatail le thank you mike sahi faisla karne sikhail le mike poteje salhiatein k pehchane ne sikhail le Allah jo jitro shukar karan kam aye Mummy aayein je Pyar laye

A Mother's Love  by Jim Brickman

Thank you for watching over me
All of the sleepless nights you lay awake
Thank you for knowing when to hold me close
when to let me go

Thank you for every stepping stone
And for the path that always leads me home
I thank you for the time you took
to see the heart inside of me

You gave me the roots to start this life
and then you gave me wings to fly
and I learned to dream 
because you believed in me

There's no power like it on this earth
No treasure equal to its worth
The gift of a mother's love

thank you for every sunlit day
that fill the corners of my memory
thank you for every selfless unsung deed
I know you did for me

thank you for giving me the choice
to search my soul til i could find my voice
and I thank you for teaching me
to be strong enough to bend

You gave me the roots to start this life
and then you gave me wings to fly
and I learned to dream 
because you believed in me

There's no power like it on this earth
No treasure equal to its worth
The gift of a mother's love

I thank God for a mother's love

Maa...from Kuch Kuch Hota hai

Maa...Poetry Sent by Zara Haleem

Tu Jo Paida Howa Kitna Majbor Tha
Ye Jaha Teri Socho Se Bhi Door Tha
Hath Paon Bhi Tab Teray Apnay Na Thay
Teri Ankhon Mein Duniya Ke Sapnay Na Thay

Tujh Ko Atta Tha Jo Srif Rona Hi Tha
Dodh Pi Kar Tera Kaam Srif Sona Hi Tha
Tujh Ko Chalna Sikhaya Tha Maa Ne Teri
Tujh Ko Dil Mai Basaya Tha Maa Ne Teri

Maa Ke Saye Mein Tu Parwan Charnay Laga
Waqat Ke Sath Qaad Tera Bharnay Laga
Deheray Dheeray Tu Kariyal Jawan Ho Gaya
Tujh Pe Sara Jaha Phir Meharban Hogaya

Zor_E_Bazo Pe Tu Bat Karnay Laga
Khud Samjhnay Laga Khud Sawarnay Laga
Ik Din Aik Haseena Tuje Baha Gai
Ban Ke Duhlan Phir Wo Tere Ghar Agai

Apnay Faraz Se Tu Door Honay Laga
Beach Nafrat Ka Kuhd Tu Bonay Laga
Phir Maa Ko Apni Tu Bhulanay Laga
Teir Bato Ka Phir Tu Chalanay Laga

Bat Bat Pe Us Se Tu Larnay Laga
Qaida Ik Naya Tu Pahrnay Laga
Yad Kar Tujh Se Maa Nay Kaha Ik Din
Ab Mera Guzara Nahi Hay Tere Bin

Sun Kar Ye Bat Tu Taish Mai Agaya
Tera Gusa Teri Aqal Ko Kah Gaya
Josh Mai Aa Kar Tu Ne Maa Se Kaha
Mai Kahmosh Tha Dekhta Raha

Ajj Kheta Ho Pecha Mera Chor Do
Jo Hai Rishta Mera Tum Se Woh Torr Do
Jao Kahi Ja Kar Kam Dhanda Karo
Log Martay Hain Tum Bhi Kahi Ja Maro

Beth Kar Ahha Bharti Thi Woh Rat Bhar
Na Howa Uski Ahha Ka Tujh Per Asar
Zindagi Har Dum Usay Phir Satati Rahi
Khon Ke Ansoo Usay Phir Pilati Rahi

Ik Din Muot Ko Bhi Taras Agya
Us Ka Rona Taqdeer Ko Baha Gaya
Asahk Ankhoon mein le kar Kar Rawana Hoi
Ik Hichki Ajjal Ka Bahana Hoi

Mudatain Hogai Ajj Bhora Hai Tu
Jo Para Toti Khutiya Pe Kora Hai Tu
Tere Bachay Bhi Ab Tujh Se Dartay Nai
Nafratain Hain Mohbbat Wo Kartay Nai

Dard Mai Tu Pukaray "O Meri Maa"
Tere Dum Say Roshan Tha Yeh Mera Jaha
Waqat Chalta Rahta Hai Rukta Nai
Tot Jata Hai Woh Jo Juhkta Nahi

Ban Ke Tu Ibrat Ka Nisha Rah Gaya
Dhund Per Bana Tera Makan Rah Gaya
Kat Le Tu Wohi Tune Boya Tha Jo
Tujh Ko Kasay Milay Tune Khoya Tha Jo

MAA KYA HOTI HAI --Mashal Memon Dedicate her writing to her Mom

Poem written By Allama Iqbal for his Mother....Contributed by Muhammad Saad Memon

This poem was written in Europe at the time of the death of ‘Allama Iqbal’s mother. It is not only an expression of his grief on this sad incident but is also an expression of the philosophy of life and death and the grief created by them. It expands the thoughts expressed in Poem No. 82 Falsafah-i-Gham (The Philosophy of Grief). In spite of realizing that everything in the universe is subject to the Will and Command of God the news of his mother’s death was too hard to bear. He reminisces his whole life and recapitulates some memorable events of his domestic life. He explains with several examples , that death is a transitory phase in existence and is not designed to annihilate a person. The last verse of stanza 8 is important. By comparing man with stars he presents the Islamic concept of man’s superiority over the rest of creation. The last two verses of stanza 10 are important. Though time mitigates all grief the loss of his mother has caused him so much grief that time cannot reduce it. The poem ends in a supplication to God for his mother.

Translation
Every particle of the universe is a prisoner of destiny
Prudence is a cover for helplessness and compulsion

The sky, the sun and the moon all are helpless
The fast moving stars are compelled to moving

Breaking is the end of flower bud’s pitcher in the garden
The garden’s verdure and flowers are also compelled to grow

It may be nightingale’s song or conscience’ silent call
Everything is chained in the same universal chain!

When this secret of helplessness becomes evident to the eye
The turbulent flood of tears in the heart dries up

The dance of pleasure and grief does not remain in the human heart
The song remains but the pleasure of treble and bass does not remain

Knowledge and wisdom are robbers of tears and sighs’ wealth
That is the intelligent heart is a piece of diamond!

Though the dew’s freshness does not exist in my garden
My eye is not enriched with the red tears

Ah! I am aware of the secret of human afflictions
But my nature’s orchestra is unaware of complaint’s song

The story of vicissitudes of time does not come on my lips
My heart is not astonished, not laughing, not crying

But O messenger, your picture is one of constant wailing
Ah! this is the contradiction of my firm wisdom!

Life’s foundation becomes lasting with overflowing wailing
The hard hearted Intellect is embarrassed with the knowledge of pathos

My mirror is bright with the wave of sighs’ smoke
My skirt is full with the treasure of tears

The miracle of your picture has surprised me
Which has completely changed the flight of time

As if it brought the past and present together
It acquainted me again with the age of infancy

When that feeble soul was being nurtured by your side
Whose tongue was not adequately familiar with talking

And whose linguistic spice is now the subject of conversation
The pearls of whose jewel-shedding eyes are priceless

The learning’s serious discourses, the shrewdness of old age
The dignity of worldly honors, the pride of young age

We descend from the positions of dignity in life
We descend as a simple child in the lap of the mother

We are laughing informally, we are free from care
We are once more living in the same lost paradise

Ah! Who will now be waiting for me in the homeland?
Who will become restless by not getting my letter?

I will come to your grave carrying this lament
To whose thoughts will I come in the midnight prayers?

With your up-bringing I became fortunate like stars
The house of my ancestors became a source of pride

Your life was written in gold letters in the existence’ book
Your life was a full lesson of secular and religious education

Your love remained in my service for your whole life
When I was able to serve you, you did not survive

That youth who equals the slender cypress in stature 1
Who became more fortunate in serving you than me

That constant companion of mine in the business of life
That picture of yours in love, that source of my strength

He is crying like a helpless infant for you
He is crying with impatience from morning till evening

The love whose seed you planted in our life’s field
By the grief of separation that love became more firm

Ah! This world, this mourning place for the young and old!
In what a strange ever-changing prison man is imprisoned!

How difficult it is to live! How easy it is to die!
In the existence’ garden death is cheap as breeze!

There are earthquakes, thunderbolts, famines, afflictions
How diverse the daughters of the mother of time are!

In poor man’s hovel, in rich man’s mansion is death
In forest, house, city, garden, wilderness is death

Death is tumultuous in the silent ocean
Boats are drowned in the lap of death

Neither there is ability to complain, nor power of speech
Life nothing but is a yoke choking the throat

In the caravan nothing but bell’s wailing exists
Nothing except the valuable weeping eye exists!

However, this period of trial will also come to its end
Behind the sky’s nine orbits there are other orbits also 2

What if the tulips and roses in this garden are afflicted?
What if nightingales are compelled to wail and complain?

The bushes, which are burnt by the sighs of the autumn
Will green up when the breezes of the invigorating spring flow

What if our spark is asleep in the dust of the shield?
What if this handful of dust is our temporary abode?

The end of the fire of life is not in the ashes!
This is not the jewel whose destiny is breaking!

Life is such a beloved in the eye of Nature
Life’s preservation is in everything’s nature

If the death’s hand could efface life’s picture
The system of the universe would not have made it so common

If it is cheap then think that death is nothing
Just as there is no break in living by sleeping

Ah ! O imprudent one! Death’s hidden secret is something different!
The instability of the picture exhibits something different!

The picture of wind over water is sight’s paradise
By break in the restless wave it makes the bubbles

It conceals it again in the skirt of the wave!
How mercilessly it demolishes its own picture

If the wind could not create its bubble again
The wind would not have broken it so carelessly

What is the effect of this custom on the form of creation?
This is the proof of the power of wind over creation

If the existence’ nature be not in search of longing
It would never be in search of the better form!

Ah ! The restless mercury, the sky brightening stars
The heat of these sparks is obligated to the night

Their antiquity is bewildering to the Intellect
The history of the human race is a mere moment for them

Then this Man whose vision is directed to the celestial world
Who is more immaculate in his goals than qudsis 3

Who is lighted up like a candle in the assembly of Nature
In the expanse of whose nature celestial world is a mere dot

Whose ignorance is restless to know the Truth
Whose nail is the plectrum to the harp of existence

Is this flame inferior than the sky’s sparks even?
Is our sun less precious than the stars even?

The eye of flower’s seed is awake even under the soil
How restless for growth and development the seed is

The flame of life which is concealed in this grain
Is under compulsion for self-assertion and growth

Even with the grave’s cold it cannot become dispirited
Even by being buried under soil it cannot become cold!

Becoming a flower, it comes out of its grave
That is it gets the robe of life from its death

Grave is the organizer of its scattered powers
Which is throwing its rope-ladder round sky’s neck

Death is the name of the renewal of life’s taste
Behind the veil of sleep it is a message of awakening

The one accustomed to flight is not afraid of flight!
Death in this garden is nothing but readying for flight!

People say that the pain of death is incurable
Separation’s wound is cured with time’s salve

But the heart where the grief of the dead ones is living
Is free from the loop of the chain of morning and evening

Mourning’s wailing does not stop with the spell of time
Time is no salve for the wound of separation’s sword

When some sudden calamity befalls us
Tears come out of the eyes constantly

The heart becomes accustomed to wailing and complaint
The heart’s blood drips from the tearful eyes

Though Man is deprived of the power of patience
This sub-conscious feeling always exists in his nature

The essence of Man does not become annihilated
He disappears from sight but is not annihilated

The baggage of life is dust with the flame of grief
This fire is cooled with this subtle feeling’s water

Ah! This control of wailing is not negligence’ silence
This consolation is awareness, it is not forgetfulness!

When the dawn manifests itself from the east
It washes away the night’s stain from the world’s skirt

It clothes the melancholy tulip in red garb
It makes the silent bird intoxicated with music

The song is freed from the nightingale’s breast
The morning breeze is so full of hundreds of tunes


Those who in rose beds, mountains and brooks were sleeping
At long last in the morning the bride of life are embracing

If the law of life is that every night dawn be
Why the end of Man’s grave should not his dawn be

The net of my silvery imagination is universal
In which I have imprisoned your remembrance!

The affliction stricken heart is filled with your memory
As in the Ka’bah the expanse is filled with supplications!

The sequence of Divine commands which is called life
Its manifestations are covering myriad of unstable worlds

The ways of every stage of life are different
Hereafter also is a marshaling place of life!

Nothing is available there to the death’s field
But the climate is favorable for action’s seed

The light of nature is not imprisoned in body’s darkness
The expanse of the human thought is not so narrow

Your life was brighter than even the moon
Your journey was better than even that of the morning star

May your grave be bright like the dawn’s mansion
May this dusty bed-chamber of yours be light-filled!

May the sky be spraying dew on your grave!
May the freshly grown grass be guarding this house!

Pyari Maa-by Muhammad Iqbal A Khanani

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