The doctor asked what is GBB’s problem?
The woman said, the son remains hungry, the milk does not come out!!!

This low slip injection has been written and given, keep applying it!!!

A few days later the woman comes again
Say, doctor, the bones hurt, the body breaks!!

Doctor: So stop the injection!!!
Woman: No!!! The son will be hungry.
She walks away saying!!!

Twenty-five years later, hearing the sound of moaning, the son comes up from the next room: What is it, mother, what has happened?
Amma: Son, the bones are hurting, the body is breaking!!!

Son: Mother must have eaten and drunk something upside down
You don’t sleep yourself and you don’t let us sleep!!!!

Oh mother, your right has not been paid by us...!

May Allah keep all the mothers safe

And enable us all to serve our parents

Ameen.

Once Plato came to his teacher "Socrates",
And started saying.
"Your servant was standing in the market making false statements about you."
Socrates smiled and asked, "What was he saying?"
Plato replied in an emotional tone, "I was talking about you!
Before he could speak, Socrates silenced him with a gesture of his hand.
And said, "Before you tell this thing, put it on the test of three, analyze it, and then decide whether you should tell it to me or not."
Plato said, "My great teacher!" What is the criterion of three?
"Socrates said" Do you believe that what you are telling me is one hundred percent true?
” Plato immediately shook his head in denial.
Socrates laughed and said, "Then what will be the use of telling this to you and me?"
Plato looked silently into Socrates' face.
“This was the first test,” said Socrates.
Now coming to the second criterion. "What you have started to tell me, is it a good thing?"
Plato answered with a shake of his head. "Yes! No, this is bad.
"Socrates smiled and said, "Do you think you should tell your teacher something bad?"
Plato again shook his head in denial.
Socrates said, "As if this does not meet the second criterion.
Plato remained silent..!
Socrates paused a little and said, "And the last test, tell me what you are going to tell me, is it beneficial for me?"
Plato shook his head in denial and said, “Dear teacher! This is not beneficial for you at all!
Socrates laughed
"If this is not beneficial to me, then what is the need to tell it?"
Plato was silent and had no answer. Socrates formulated these three principles of discourse thousands of years ago, and all his students followed them. Before the conversation, he used to test everything on the criterion of three..!
1. "Is this 100% correct?"
2. “Is this a good thing?
3. "Is this useful for the listener?"
If that thing met the criteria of three, then they would speak freely and if it did not meet any of the criteria or if one element was missing in it, then they would be silent!

Our eyes have deceived us.

I remember well when a strong hand suddenly fell on the mace from behind, and then while traveling in the omni bus of Lahore, I was shocked. To be given in style. Even if there is no friend. Even frankness has its limits, but before I could carry out my intention, my passion for revenge turned cold.

Thinking only that stupidity is not answered by stupidity, I turned around with bleary eyes. A man with long pens and long braids was looking at me with a smile on his lips.

In appearance, he certainly looked like a hippie from our university or one of our colleges who had pledged his degrees to the university of his civilization.

He was my age or maybe a little younger than me.

"Have you killed this chap?" I asked him, raising my forehead. At first, he looked at me with mocking eyes and then said "yes" in a very frank manner. Anger was coming and fear was coming. I don’t know when he took revenge. Who is this person? The mind was dizzy.

"After all, why?" I asked him in fear, "I don’t even know you."

"Very well," he said, raising his eyebrows.

He said it in such a way that my suspicion turned into belief and I began to think that it was a good thing that he did not give his slap a chance to get acquainted with the person’s face, otherwise it would have been a fabrication today that all the gentle Manny would have remained crisp and would not have mentioned the name of traveling by bus.

"Excuse me." I took care and said in a polite tone, "You don’t recognize me at all."

"Yes bhai, when a man grows up, when does the little one come to his recognition, it is the sand of the world, it is not your fault."

When I heard this, something came to my mind and with that I started digging into my past. Because he said this with such confidence, he looked at all the periods from school to college and then from college to office.
Bahtera pressed his mind but came to the same conclusion that he is being deceived. I have never been his friend. So I never made a friend and then such a sincere friend. Refuge, refuge, God’s refuge and If only manners and rituals are applied to friendship, then it has always been limited to salam dua. Now I was in such confusion that I thought that this is not Jawad’s friend, because many times before that. His friends are tortured.

"You are deceived." I said with a smile, "I am not what you are thinking, that is, Jawad, who is my younger brother."

"Excuse me." He said shocked, "I made a big mistake. I remembered his name was Jawad, just like you." said, "It’s okay, don’t worry, just be careful for the future, eyes are often deceiving."

He looked at me with grateful eyes and said "Say hello to them, what are they doing today."

"It’s in the State Bank."

"How much is the salary?"

"I am bringing eight and a half thousand. You know how much the arts are valued in our country. Just because of this, I was heartbroken and said goodbye to the National College of Arts. I was lucky, I got a job immediately.”

"Thank God," he said happily and got off at the next stop.

When I came home, I told Jawad the whole incident and then said very badly. The next day, Jawad entered the room smiling. I asked the reason, he started saying.
"Today, I found the same friend at the bus stop, brother, like you, at first I could not recognize him even though I tried my best to recognize him.

After some time, a figure similar to the same one from the past appeared in the eyes. His name was Khalid. I remembered him. He is a very cheerful and playful boy from my school. Let’s talk. Let’s meet after a long time. He took me to the Gardenia Hotel and served me a rich cup of tea. I wanted to pay the bill as I had left the office after receiving my salary.

When I came out of the door, he hugged me and said in a sad tone, "Now when will you meet?"

I thanked and said, "Now you come to my bank."
He said "Better, but you must apologize to Bhai Jan on my behalf. I have hurt him. I wonder what he must have thought about me."

Jawad said this to me and went to his room because he had not changed his clothes yet.

When he came back, his face was pale, he started saying "Brother! My pocket has been cut."

I ran and checked my pocket and it was also missing my wallet and a depressed and sad Jawad was leaning against the wall saying "Brother! Our eyes have deceived us. He was not my friend Khalid."

On his deathbed, when I was repeatedly apologizing to him for my shortcomings, he said, "I agree, my son."

We were poisoned by my mother when she forcefully washed our heads in winter. Who had seen Lux, Capri, Rexona, the clothes were washed with palm brand soap and also the head. would turn red. Mother would get furious at our slightest mischief and pick up the washing stick which we called Dumni.

But we were never killed. Sometimes grandmother saved us at the right time, sometimes Baba and sometimes we ran away. Our camp was in the middle of the crops, away from the splendor of the village. Taking the trail from the camp to the village was the greatest of Amma’s actions. There used to be a shopping tour and missing this tour was our biggest misfortune! If ever Amma went to the village alone, she would try to entertain us with Murunde on her return.

At first, we used to beat Ammaji with our small hands...pulling her dupatta....then put our head in her lap and cried. We used to run back and forth. In the evening, when we would return from the village, we used to cry a lot. We liked the village. "Mother, when will we stay in the village?" To my question, my mother used to answer me "when you grow up." You will get a job, you will get a lot of money, you will get married, etc.

Thus we, mother and son, would reach the dark camp while talking.
I remember there was a wedding celebration at Baba Muzaffar’s place in the village. There were also burning lights and crackers were bursting. I begged my mother to stay here for the night but she did not agree. After G was returning from the village crying, Nit became fit and secretly returned to the village.

It was evening. My mother realized my disappearance after a long time. She used to make noises in the fields in the darkness of the night like a madman and hung lanterns in every corner from the camp to the village. When I recovered, she attacked me like a tigress. That night, if the women of the village did not save me, my mother would have killed me.

Once Abuji had gone to Sargodha to meet his father. I was six or seven years old at that time. I had a severe fever. Amanji wrapped me in a warm blanket and lifted me on his shoulder and took me three kilometers through the fields to the village. She took me to see the doctor at the base. On her return, while jumping over a ditch, she fell in the field but saved me. She must have hurt her knee.

This incident is one of the oldest memories of my life. She was definitely a woman of great courage and was grinding hard till her last breath. Then I grew up and moved away from Amma. After a year. When I came home, my mother would hug me and cry, but I would laugh in front of everyone. Then at night, when everyone went to sleep, I would secretly go and lie down with my mother and hide my face in her blanket and cry.

Mother used to cut fodder in the field and lift a very heavy pin on her head and throw it in front of Toka. I whisper, "Should I talk to you in such and such a house?" She knew that I was a born lover and my battery was fully charged by such things.

Then we built a house in the village and the mother married me of her choice. I took my family and went to the city and my mother settled in the village. She also came to the city after the birth of my first son. The cover of our camp looks more beautiful than the sea.

I was on leave when my mother fell ill

For several days, he fed them Bisco Pan and explained that it was a minor stomach ache.

It will be cured soon. Then the pain increased and I was taken to a big hospital in the city, where the doctor told me that liver cancer is in the last stage. I felt the urgent need for blood, so I lay down on the blood bank bed myself. When my mother found out, she He looked at me with sadness and said, "Why did you buy blood from somewhere, crazy, somewhere?" It was done and returned But Khala had fallen while jumping.

"They laughed out loud, so I said, "Mother, forgive me, I could not serve you."

I think that I hardly served my mother. I didn’t have time. But she was very generous. On her death bed, when I was repeatedly asking her forgiveness for my shortcomings, she said, "I agree." I am a son․․․․․․․․․․․․․Apologizing to Kahe again and again!!!“My mother died in front of me but I didn’t cry.

The next day he started feeling heavy, so he went to the cemetery and sat on the grave and cried. It was a period of separation from my mother. Now I can’t even believe that mother was ever in this world or not.

Today, while circumambulating Baitullah, I was hit by the wall of the Kaaba as a soccer ball by the Pathans and Sudanese. It felt like after a long time, I reached my mother’s lap again. The same peace that used to come in my mother’s lap. Adoption is the same love that also included the element of fear....this time he did not tear his mouth apart and cried...

Lord Kaaba who loves more than seventy mothers.

Dr. Allama Muhammad Iqbal( may Allah be pleased with him): A great thinker and poet.

Dr. Allama Muhammad Iqbal (may God bless him and grant him peace) was a great philosopher, poet and politician, who not only played an important role in changing the destiny of the subcontinent but also taught Muslims self-reliance and independence. A new world has settled in his poetry, in which the voice of hope, determination and self-reliance is heard.

Intellectual and Philosophical Eminence:

Allama Iqbal’s philosophy of Khudi gave Muslims a sense of their true identity and inner strength. His message was that man’s real strength is his own self, which guides him to success and ascension. In his poetry, Iqbal laid the foundation for the greatness of the individual and the nation and gave hope that Muslims can change their own destiny.

Political insights:

Iqbal presented the concept of a separate homeland for Muslims in his historic speech at Lahore in 1930, which later became a reality in the form of the creation of Pakistan. His politics had a broader vision, the aim of which was to protect the cultural identity of Muslims.

Poetry:

Iqbal’s poetry breathed a new spirit into hearts. His famous poems "Lib Pe Aati Hai Dua Bin Ke Tam na Meri" and "Khudi Ko Kar Bland Aetna Ke Har Qadisin Bere" are still alive in the hearts of Muslims today.

Inheritance:

Allama Iqbal provided intellectual and moral guidance not only for Pakistan but also for Muslims all over the world. His teachings still inspire us today to recognize our true selves in order to achieve success and greatness in our lives.

Allama Iqbal’s greatness will be remembered in every era, and his messages will continue to guide us towards our intellectual and moral development.

This person is rich inside while I am empty inside.

"Oh fool! Why don’t you get up..." With that harsh and angry voice, a strong thump hit his ribs. King Salamat was in front of him with his entire Lao army. He understood everything. He was actually a Hakeem.

Day and night he was searching for herbs in the forests and mountains. Even today he was looking for a valuable herb this morning. He was looking for herbs in the forest till evening. He was looking for herbs in the forest, but he did not find them. In the evening, tired, he returned home.

He was in a bad condition due to exhaustion.

He was feeling heavy on his feet. He was making medicine all night long. He could not sleep even for a moment. So he was very sleepy. He had only walked a few steps before he fell asleep. He looked here and there. There was a big stone lying on the side of the road. He sat down on the stone to relax. He did not know when the goddess of sleep made him sleep. Embraced.

Now King Salamat was awakened by the harsh voice and stumbling.

The thing was clear. King Salamat’s royal carriage was passing through the road with all its force and noise. But he was sleeping soundly. How could he have heard the voice of "Move away?" Tried to wake him up... But when he did not wake up even after they lifted him, King Salamat himself had to get down from his horse.

"Idiot! You don’t know who we are. Our royal carriage is passing by and you are lying on the road with your legs crossed. You impudent insolent!"․․․․․․․․․․․'

"Yes! I’ve been wondering who you are. So far I’ve come to the conclusion that you’re probably a wild beast, because beasts usually have a habit of stomping on the ground." Blowing and blowing dust.

When you stumbled, I was afraid that some forest beast must have come. Hakeem said in a calm tone.

"What...!!" After hearing this, the king got up.

"Insolent! Stupid․․․․․․․․!Man, do you not know that we are the kings of time. The royal throne is in our possession. The royal scepter is in our hands. Forty forts are within our reach.

You are the owner of royal treasures, your death and life can be decided on one of our signals. "King Salamat’s anger was talking to the sky.

"I am not a fool, you are! You foolish king!" Hakim Sahib was not affected by King Salamat’s anger at all.

"Whatever things you have lost for your greatness and magnificence. All these things are beyond you.

So tell me what is the perfection inside you. They are all external things. If the crown is good, then it is good because of its own nature that precious diamonds and jewels are attached to it. What is your perfection in it, If your dress is good, it is good, it is beautiful because of its beautiful clothes. What is the quality of your own self in it. If all these are separated from you, you will be humiliated.

Your honor will be lost. What honor is it that there is no perfection inside, while relying on external objects to describe your greatness and honor. If you want perfection and greatness, then create perfection within yourself. Hakeem Sahib continued to speak while Badshah Salamat’s head was bowed. He was thinking.

"The truth is, there is no perfection inside me. This person is perfect inside, while I am empty inside."

Do you know who this Hakeem was? His name was Socrates. Yes! The same famous Greek Hakeem who wrote many popular books on the properties of herbs.

Everyone takes his name with great respect and will continue to take it. The light of his own gift has been extinguished, but the light of his gift of knowledge will never be extinguished.

A city in Turkestan is called "Farab"! A long time passed, in a neighborhood of this city, there lived a very poor boy who was very fond of learning. During the day, he went to his teacher for lessons and when the night came, he remembered the lessons of the day. and would not sleep until this lesson was completely memorized.

A clay lamp used to be lit by the head of his bed, in the light of this lamp, he would read the entire book till two o ’clock in the night and sometimes the whole night would be spent in reading.

There is a mention of one night, he was sitting on his bed, studying a book with full attention and concentration, when the light of the lamp started to dim.

Now that he looked at the lamp, he was very sorry to see that there was no oil in the lamp, if there was light, why do it! What should I do now? He thought in his heart. The night was almost half past. The shops in the city were closed and even if they were open, the boy would have been of no use as he had no money to buy oil.

In this situation, it was better to keep the book aside and sleep, but now he had to read two more hours, how could he waste these two hours and then where would he get money the next day. So he would go to a mosque and eat, and with the money he got from teaching a local child, he would buy modest clothes and oil for himself, but he had spent all the money he had recently.

He was very worried about the lamp being extinguished like this.
He came out of his room and sat at the door. The darkness of the night was spread everywhere, no lamp was visible anywhere, everyone was resting.

At that time, his eyes fell on a small line of light that was visible on a wall in the distance. As soon as he saw it, he wished in his heart that this light was in his house.

Seeing the light, he sat up and started walking around to find out where it was coming from. He had brought his book with him so that if he got a chance, he could read the rest of the book in that light. After going some distance, he saw that the light was coming out from a lantern which was in the hand of the watchman of the neighborhood. He said to the watchman with great politeness.

Sir! If you allow me to read the book in the light of Qandeel? The watchman was a good man, he understood that this is a poor student who has no money to buy oil. He said, "Yes son! Read it." I will sit here for a while, sit here! The boy started reading the book. Now the difficulty was that the watchman could not sit in one place for long so he said.

Son! Now you go home and sleep, I have to go ahead. The boy said. You must go ahead, wherever you want, I will follow you. The watchman picked up the lantern and started walking forward and the boy followed behind! Like this. He was having great difficulty in studying but he did not give up. He studied till four o’clock and then thanked the watchman and went home. The same thing happened on the second night.

On the third night, the boy came and the watchman said, "Son, take this lantern to your house, I have brought a new one." When the boy heard these words, he was so happy as if he had found a great treasure. He took the lantern to his room. He came and started doing his work with satisfaction. After a few days he got money and bought oil from the market and put it in the lamp. Several days passed and then many years...! The boy became a young man.

As his age increased, his knowledge also increased and then one day it happened that he became the greatest teacher of his time. Great learned people came to him from far and wide and learned from him. He became a river of knowledge from which those who were thirsty for knowledge kept quenching their thirst.

Who was this boy? It was Abu Nasr Farabi! Hundreds of years have passed since the death of this great Muslim philosopher and scientist of Persia (Iran), but his honor and greatness has not changed. His name is respected. They take and will continue to take. The light of his own gift has ended, but the light of the gift of knowledge he has lit, his light will never end.

Your mother put these ashrafis under your shirt for safe keeping and specially advised you while walking that son: "Always speak the truth and don’t go near a lie."

Sheikh Abdul Qadir Jilani, who is also known as Ghous Azam, is a great saint and saint. Your entire life was spent in spreading Islam. Countless people received spiritual blessings from you. Even today the world is benefiting from your teachings. You had a great passion for learning from your childhood. He got his primary education in his town Jailan but had to go to Baghdad to get a higher religious education.

In those days there were no cars and motorbikes, so people used to travel on foot in the form of caravans.

So your mother sent you along with a convoy to Baghdad. Before leaving for the journey, your mother gave you some food and forty Ashrafias to pass the time.

Your mother put these ashrafis in the bottom of your shirt to be safe and while walking, she specially advised you that son: "Always speak the truth and do not go near a lie."

He listened carefully to his mother’s advice and set off on the journey. The people of the caravan set off on the journey in fear. They were also worried that bandits might attack the caravan on the way because the roads were unsafe in those days. And the robbers often robbed the caravans. Finally, what happened was what was feared. The caravan had just reached two destinations when a group of robbers attacked it in the darkness of the night.

There was chaos and confusion in the entire caravan and the robbers robbed the caravan members. A robber came to Sheikh Abdul Qadir Jilani and said: "Boy! What do you have?" He thought it was a joke and passed on laughing. Meanwhile, another bandit came to him and asked the same question.

You gave the same answer again. The bandit was surprised to hear this and caught you and took you to his leader. The bandit leader looked at you in surprise and asked: "Tell me, boy, what do you have?" You repeated the same thing. Hearing this, the Sardar’s surprise was endless. When he opened the bottom of his shirt, the entire forty Ashrafiyans fell on the ground. Seeing the Ashrafiyans, the Sardar’s eyes widened in surprise.

He addressed you and said: "Boy! Why did you tell the truth and reveal your secret when you could have easily saved your honor?" You replied: "My mother advised me that son! Always be truthful." Saying, I have followed my mother’s advice. Hearing your answer, Sardar was so impressed that tears came to his eyes spontaneously. There is a thought and on the other hand, I am the one who neglects the commands of my real master and robs innocent people.

"The veil of negligence was removed from his heart, he repented and returned the plundered property of the caravan. Thus, thanks to your truth, the robbers were reformed and began to live a life of goodness and piety.

When Newton was born, his mother also named the newborn Isaac Newton in memory of her late husband.

On January 4, 1643, a weak and sick child was born in the house of a poor farmer in Lancashire, England. His father had died three months before his birth. His father’s name was Isaac Newton.
"When Newton was born, his mother named the newborn Isaac Newton in memory of her late husband. When Newton was three years old, his mother remarried," Newton’s stepfather did not know him at all. Seeing this situation, his mother sent Newton to live with his grandparents and she herself started living with her husband.

Due to the disease, Newton became very angry, because of which he had no friends. He used to sit alone and think about the moon and stars. Newton entered school at the age of twelve due to ill health. He didn’t have a heart and was always arguing with someone in school."
"Tired of the daily quarrels, the master expelled him from the school".

At the same time, Newton’s stepfather also died, after which he came to live with his mother. After the death of her husband, Newton’s mother made Newton work as a farmer to run the household. But he could not read and write. He used to read books secretly." "One day his uncle saw him reading books, he asked his mother to enroll him in the same school once again."

"Before going to school, Newton had vowed that he would work hard in his studies". Later he got admission in the college. He had to manage the money himself to pay the college fees and books, for this he started doing personal errands for the rich students of the college.

"Due to his hard work, he got a scholarship and then he began to spend all his time studying. This is where his period of success began. Newton solved many unsolvable problems of physics, mathematics and astrology with his intelligence. One day he was sitting under an apple tree when an apple fell near him. Seeing this, Newton thought that if this apple falls and falls in the same direction towards the Earth, it will almost pass through the center of the Earth.

Newton attributed gravity to the cause of the apple falling to the ground and thus "invented the theory of gravity". He made the complicated problem of all kinds of motion easy to understand with the help of three laws of motion. He also summarized everything from objects falling towards the earth to the rotation of the planets into one simple law. invented formulas that revolutionized the world.

After some time he was given the title of "Sir Isaac Newton".
This great scientist says that "no invention is possible without a great thought". Newton made thousands of such inventions, which made his name immortal in history. In addition, the laws he created are called "Newton’s Laws" and in the name of the theory of "Law of Motion" he invented some laws that are still used today in building everything from bicycles to airplanes.

Newton caused a stir in the world of science by writing his famous book "The Mathematical Principles of Natural Philosophy". This book is recognized as the most important book in the history of science. The law of gravitation and the laws of motion are also discussed in this book. Newton’s third law of motion "every action has a reaction" revolutionized not only the scientific field but also other sciences and arts. "Became of equal importance". After that, he set the milestones of success and reached such heights of fame that he left behind the great scientists of the world.

This story teaches us that if a man works hard, he can conquer the world.

Steve Jobs was an American businessman, inventor and one of the founders of the famous company Apple.

You must have heard the name of Steve Jobs. Steve Jobs was an American businessman, inventor and one of the founders of the famous company Apple. He made the richest company. The music player or iPod and iPhone he invented became crazy.

Whenever Steve Jobs was going to launch a new product, he wanted to appear on the cover of the international magazine Time magazine or to be promoted on CNN.

"It’s better to be unique than to be like someone else" (Steve Jobs)

(Steve Jobs) He was the perfect example of his famous saying.

A creative entrepreneur (Entrepreneur) Steve Jobs, despite his life full of ups and downs, he revolutionized six industries with his artistic passion and aggressive style, including personal computers, movies, music, phones, tablet computing and digital publishing are included.

Steve Jobs was born in 1955 in San Francisco, California, and in 2011, he left this world at the age of 56 in California. Children! It is very interesting that at the end Why the company was named Apple, actually Steve’s favorite fruit was apple and he believed that apple is a symbol of wisdom and wisdom.

That’s why when the designer "Rob Janoff" was creating the logo of his company, Steve said that show the eaten apple, that too from one side only, the journey of wisdom will start from here.

Steve Jobs joined Red College in 1972. There he became friends with his namesake "Steve Waznick" and decided to work together and invent something new.

After tireless efforts, he developed the "Apple One" computer, from here a new era of Steve Jobs' life began.

Steve Jobs established a company that was so rich in modern creativity that he surpassed even the most famous company of that time, Hewlett Packard. It will connect creation with technology, so he created a company where the ways of creation were combined with the best engineering.

Steve Jobs was also a philanthropist. He was the largest donor to the World AIDS Foundation. His company provided 35,000 jobs in the United States without discrimination. He was going to develop a mobile phone for the blind that would help them in every situation, but life did not follow him.

His story is instructive as well as instructive, which reminds the lesson of invention, character, leadership, humanity and will remain for the rest of the world.