I am Muslim live and work in Peshawar I am looking for an educated and decent woman So if someone is interested then feel free to contact me
DESTINY
I am soft mud in the hands of the potter
I will become a wine cup, or a lowly ablution water-pot in a mosque
A little lamp in a shrine, or a lantern in a wine shop
or even a shard in the garbage.
youth, vitality and life itself are the deeds of others
I have no force, no part in the decision
o pious man, tell me: in the garden of my friend
which flower shall I consider dirty, which pure?
how can I be accused of sin
when power, destiny and decision belong to others?
why should I regret laughing?
others dream and others interpret the dream
my fault is this: I love flowers.
I am not the master of the flower, nor the owner of the the glance
