Today’s topic is very good in it’s own way. It makes me so excited to share everything that touches my heart. I wanted to write so much but words will may be not enough to describe what i feel living my Life. My Parents and family are most precious to me. Their all prayers ,support, love and kindness touch my heart and life every single day. Thanks Allah for giving me a blessed Life.
There is a list of things but i will share only few this time 🙂
Texture of Red Bricks attracts me a lot, especially when they are washed and wet.
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Texture of Rain Drops on the glass window is the most romantic feeling.
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Texture of Sand ( I am standing on a 3 way track , in Cholistan Desert, Pakistan)
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Texture of Clouds
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Texture of Henna
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Nature Touches me , satisfy my mind and heart , Allah is the biggest and only Creator for such a beautiful world and this whole Universe.
Neelam Valley , Kashmir, Pakistan
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Grass hopper
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A very Historic and very Special Tree for me 🙂
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Mall Road in Lahore, Pakistan
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Smell of Wet soil and Food 🙂 i can’t resist
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Touch of Running Water under feet
………….Touch of a baby
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And above all ….. 🙂 We , me and my husband
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These all pictures were taken by me , except the red brick one. This picture was taken by my younger sister.
May ALLAH always shower his blessing on me , my family , friends and you.
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lovely pictures and descriptions. 😀
Thank you soooo much 🙂
The Neelam Valley looks beautiful… It reminds me a little of where I lived as a child, in the mountains of New York,
Do such a place exist in NY ? Really ? i always think NY is a very crowded and modern city ?
Many people do. Most of New York is rural- farmland and woods. Where I’m from looks like this- http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/1/18/NY_9G_Catskills_view_in_northern_Dutchess_County.jpg
When I was a child, I was in the woods all the time. We had trails and forts… I miss it sometimes.
This is so beautiful and amazing 🙂 it looks like a countryside and so peaceful.
Thanks for letting me know.
New York City is just a tiny part of New York State, which is bigger than many European countries… A lot of farmers live there!
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Your country is beautiful. Great pictures and great post.
Thank you so much 🙂
It was nostalgic seeing Mall road. A great part of my life has been spent in Lahore and my marriage took place there..
🙂 , where are you living now ?
In Houston, Texas.
great 🙂 You said you call your brother as Lala which is manily used by KPK people?
If you mean Sarhad region, yes I belong to that region and I am a Pathan by birth.
yes Khyber pakhton khuwa 🙂 So my thought was right 🙂 Good.
These pictures are so beautiful, and it is nice to see so much of your world. How beautiful that you have such a wonderful family and so many blessings in your life.
Thank you so much 🙂
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Beautiful post.. lovely pictures.. 🙂
Is he your baby in pic? He’s cute 🙂
😀 yes , hehehe.
the big one is mine baby 😛
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Two amazing posts. In read them in order, first the text, then the pictures. The questions which first arose were answered by the photos. Do you believe that visual images hold the answers to our questions? And now I think, for some reason, you have composed a song, mournful yet joyous. Yes, amazing posts.
thanks for liking it. Pictures can answer the questions in better way sometimes 🙂
Yes, ‘sometimes.’ It depends, perhaps, on what the question is. And yet, in working many years with various ‘handicapped’ kids, the hard of hearing were the hardest to reach.
so you are working with handicapped kids ? where ? you must be a very patient and kind, because to work in such environment requires a kind person.
Ah, no, past tense (present perfect), ‘was working.’ Sometimes, though, it feels like I still am. I am very concerned about the many ‘homeless’ in America. Concerned, too, with Americans abroad serving in the military. I did not understand their dilemma until I read the book “The Outpost.” We often feel ourselves like ‘illegal aliens.’
🙂 What is this book all about a lil story line ?
Please read it.
ok :0)
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AWESOME PICTURES SPECIALLY THE ONE TAKEN BY YOUR SISTER
🙂 thx
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