Jokes/Poetry or anythin alike!

Translations would be greatly appreciated.

[quote="irfghan"]Translations would be greatly appreciated.[/quote]

yep innit

med dnt laugh told u my urdus crap...whats haseena and erm afsana zalim? is that bad

[quote="Saadia Khan"]jisey mein chahoun voh chahey kisi our ko

khuda karey jisey voh chahey, voh chahey kisi our ko

oh and med to add to your chaandi sheyr

khushboo phool sey hoti hai bahaaroun sey nahin
asshiqi ashiq sey hoti hay deewano sey nahin[/quote]

First one means:

The one who I desire, she desires another
May God make it that the one she desires, that he desires another.

Second:

The scent is from the flower not the bouquet,
Love is from the lover, not the nutters.

My trans aint that gud, and its word for word kind of so content and depth and meaning is lost in nasty old english !

[quote="naj"][quote="irfghan"]Translations would be greatly appreciated.[/quote]

yep innit

med dnt laugh told u my urdus crap...whats haseena and erm afsana zalim? is that bad[/quote]

y wud I laff?

Haseena means a beauty

Afsana means a strange story/tale
Zalim is an oppressor/ or a cruel person.

So translates as

Boy: If only the father of these beauties would die, it would be a strane story, to console them I would be able to to their house.

Girl: Dont even think it you cruel one, it is a sin, u too will one day be the father of a beauty.

Lol

thank U.

[quote="MuslimSister"][quote="irfghan"]Was [url=http://www.meem.info/mediac/400_0/media/celebrating.wma]this it[/url]?

http://www.meem.info/11401.html#salutations[/quote]

Yes. Thank you so much Irfan![/quote]

Thats the person "Inayet Petker" i went on about so much on the old naats/nasheeds thread, he has an amazin way of readin the 99 names of the Holy Prophet (saw)! I also love his "har waqt", i have the 99 names recorded on a casette over and over again 😛

ur welcome.

[quote="angel"][quote="MuslimSister"][quote="irfghan"]Was [url=http://www.meem.info/mediac/400_0/media/celebrating.wma]this it[/url]?

http://www.meem.info/11401.html#salutations[/quote]

Yes. Thank you so much Irfan![/quote]

Thats the person "Inayet Petker" i went on about so much on the old naats/nasheeds thread, he has an amazin way of readin the 99 names of the Holy Prophet (saw)! I also love his "har waqt", i have the 99 names recorded on a casette over and over again :P[/quote]

Yeah I remember, you mentioning him ages ago. I got the CD and it worn out now, that how much i listen to it. Too be honest didn't really enjoy the rest of the album. It a pity with most of these album, there only ever one or two decent naats or nasheeds.

Inayet Petker only has one good track....and thats jus bout listenable.....or am i not listening to his best album? i have the latest one i think, salutations?

[b]I am a Muslim, but only by name
When it comes to practicing, what a shame!
Yes I practice, BUT when it suits me
Or more to the point, when it pleases society.
If I show my ankles, they'll point and laugh
They'll think it's too short and reckon I'm daft.
If I trim my moustache and grow the beard
They'll reckon I'm a fanatic or something weird.
If I wear the sunnah I'll get great reward
But the Kuffaar will look down on me, that I can't afford.
Yes I'm a Muslim, but only by name
I make excuses which I admit are rather lame.
Yes I'm a sane man and I'm on the right track
Who am I kidding, I feel like a right jack!
To hide my inferiority complex I protest
it's unimportant
Though my heart screams to tell me I'm a blatant fraudulent
The best thing is no-one can hear what's going on inside
People think I've got it made and with my life I'm satisfied.
But I'm afraid this is a fable and it's a pure deception
I have no peace of mind but this I daren't even mention.
If I remain ignorant it's OK, 'cos then I don't have to practice
Yes I'm conniving and these are baseless evil tactics.
But I read the Kalima and I think I have Imaan
I can't help my attitude - I was placed in a Kufrstaan.
Yes I'm a Muslim, but only by name
And with my precious life I'm playing a foolish disastrous game![/b]

[quote="Darth V-Hayder"]Inayet Petker only has one good track....and thats jus bout listenable.....or am i not listening to his best album? i have the latest one i think, salutations?[/quote]

Listen to the 99 names of Holy Prophet ﷺ and "Har waqt" they both are my favourite, havnt listened to any others. "Har Waqt" is for those who have been to Madina brings bak memories but also for those who have a longing to be there and die there.

link anyone?

This is the one I liked, but not this version because it has no duff or its much slower. You got the right CD hayder, it just probably ain't ur taste. But i liked it, it grows on u.

http://haqaonline.com/multimedia/audio/Asma_ul_Nabi/

Thankyou Yuit.

Saves me having to buy it.

hmmmmm

the way he sings, i dont like it!!!

Are you talking about this particular track?

http://haqaonline.com/multimedia/audio/Asma_ul_Nabi/

his voice in general, jus tooo slow and depressing...

i have his other track....ya nabi salaam alaika....

he shouldnt sing in english!

[quote="Darth V-Hayder"]
i have his other track....ya nabi salaam alaika....
[/quote]

What album is that track on?

slautations, track 8

Medley of Salaams.

half english that track?

I haven't heard it.

I think I'll go looking for that album now.

Next time I post here I should have it.

I was gonna go down Coventry Road... but it was raining.

My local only has Sami Yusuf :roll: . And even then they only have Sami Yusuf cassettes. :roll: :roll:

2morw inshallah. I guess I should have said inshallah before.

[quote="irfghan"]I was gonna go down Coventry Road... but it was raining.

My local only has Sami Yusuf :roll: . And even then they only have Sami Yusuf cassettes. :roll: :roll:

2morw inshallah. I guess I should have said inshallah before.[/quote]

Thats cuz Sami Yousaf is the best 😛 8)

no hes not

[quote="Darth V-Hayder"]no hes not[/quote]

Yeh he is, you probs like shaam more but i prefer Sami Yousaf...

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.

Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans
played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked warm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene. One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by.

Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it. In his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Days and weeks passed. One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who haddied peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could
be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the
switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."

[i]Epilogue:[/i]
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations. Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled. If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy.

[b]"Today is a gift, that's why it is called the present." [/b]

THAT is a very good post mashaALLAH.

Now I gotta add my two pence worth . .

[i][quote][color=green]Bewafa sanam se to cigarette achhi hai,
Bewafa sanam se to cigarette achhi hai,
Dil jalati hai, par hothon se to lagati hai[/color][/quote][/i]

Compared to an unfaithful love a cigarette is better,
Compared to an unfaithful love ac cigarette is better,
It burns the heart, but atleast it touches the lips.

[quote][color=blue][u]Dil Mein Number[/u]
Mowqa tha suhaag raat ka,
Chaudhwi ka chaand ka.

Miya ne akar Begum ka Ghunghat uthaya aur bola -
"Begum apto mere Chawthi Number wali jaisse ho!"
Begum ne kaha - "Ye aap kya keh rahen hain?
Mere Dil ko aap chur chur kar rahen hai."
Ruth ke boli - "Kitne ladkiyan aayi aap ke zindagi mein?
Mera Number kya hai aap ke Dil me?"

"Tum to Awwal Number ho" - Miya ne kaha
Sunkar Khushi ke mare Ucchal pari Begum Saheba, aur boli.. "ooo Khalid Miya bhi mere Awwal Number theh
Par ab to Aap hain na?"

Shohar bola - "Ye Aap kya Farma rahi hain"
Begum Muskurakar boli - "Thora Tajurba Mujhe Bhi Hai![/color][/quote]

It was the time of the marital night,
It was on the night of the full moon.

Groom came close to his bride and lifting her veil says,
''Bride you are like my number 4!''
Bride says: ''What is this you say?
You have smashed my heart!''
Angrily she says: ''How many girls have come in your life?
What number am I in your heart?'

"You are my number one" says the Groom.
Hearing this Bride jumps in delight and says: '' Oh Khalid
He was my number 1 aswell,
But now its you isnt it(?)!"

Groom replies: "What is this you say?!"
Bride smile and replies: "I also have a measure of experience!"

Thats a bit of a bad one, but cracked me up.

Invictus

by William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

I've got Inayet Petker Salutations.

Except it's not Salutations.

It's called Celebrating The 99 Names of Prophet Mohammed (S.A.W.)

Prob an older recording.

Yeah Hayder, I see what you mean about his English singing.