I confessed my fault to the Lord
and God washed away
the guilt of my sins.
My soul is white like the
morning snow that falls
from the glory ofthe heavens.
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Tumhara bacha hoon main, Maa
Khuda ke farishte rakh gaye mujhe aapke kokh meUs adbhut Parlok se pariyon ka ansh chodkarMe khud nahi aaya tha tumhare paas, MaaVo Khuda ki chahat thi..Me khush tha apke pyar bhare dili, naram kokh meChain se sota tha meFarishto ke loriyo ke beech.Vo fariyaad karte rozMeri sehat aur sukhi jeevan ke liyeVo sone ki…
According to Kant,
the way thingsappear to us,but not whatthey really are;our minds moldand shape realityto our own formso that we can’t trulyknow the actualform of the realityknown by the senses.
Our holiness
set apart by God,set apart to God,set apart forHis own possession,Set apart for Hisown greater glory.We are intentionallysanctified at thepoint where weare born from above.
Grief doesn’t come
confined timeframe.Just when we thinkthe pangs of anguishhave stolen their last breath,another wave sweeps inand we are forced torevisit the memories,the pain, the fear.
She is mine.
She is my little angel.Don’t mess up with her.She is mine.I will protect hereven if I will have to be killed.