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Rabb dikhta hai!! yaara mei kya karoon!!!

Tujh mein Rabb dikhta hai, yaara mein kya karoon!!!!

i so agree with this line.. Allah has recommended us to creat Godly qualities in us!! so this goes with it!!!!

though sajday wali baat kuch ajeeb hai!! kaheen shirk na ho jaye!!

khair..
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------is ke ilawa.. hmm i just love typing roman urdu!!! its immense fun.. donno why, but considering chaps out there may hav trouble m stickin to English.. i'm so out of reading n all that at times i feel i m losing all my vocab n all!!!
guess what!! my letter got published.. yoohoooo!!! it s a small step out of the 1000 step ladder.. hahaha
dream cum true...
so i m concentratin on reading.. used to be an avid reader!!!! got so many books from london.. did i mention i went out!!?? :P london, paris, milano, venice, zurich!!!
it was totally fabulous!!

each place now holds a special place!!

i can not forget the snow in switz!! the snow fights we had... ooohoohhohoooooooooo
havin that sno in my glove cladded hand was a feeling, blv me!!!

and i cant walk our foot tours in paris.. booty legs!! fur coats.. wet roads... benches on the pavements!!!

and wat abt the rainy rainy weather in london... dont i just miss it???? course i do!! but home is home.. i love being back!!!

and yeah.. the books, well.. one is totally awesome... i'll keep posting anecdotes frm it!!!

wait for the first one!!

this is my 100th cute ramble!!! :P
cheers
bye
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