who is Data Zaidka,

A year or two later her second child, Rafiq, was born, even more good-looking and winsome than Zafar. His grandfather told his mother: Till this one begins to run about and can be parted from you, it will not be wise for you to visit Data Zaidka. She remained in Daska till Rafiq was almost two years old. Then a close relative of hers died and she had to go to Data Zaidka on a condolence visit. Rafiq's grandfather suggested that she should not take him with her, but she could not reconcile herself to the separation, and the grandfather let her take him on condition that their visit should not last longer than a week or ten days. A couple of days after they arrived at Data Zaidka, Jai Devi came and repeated her demand, and received the same reply from Rafiq's mother. On this occasion her father...

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Zafar was only a few months old when his mother had occasion to visit her parents at Data Zaidka

The advent of a lovely male child was a Divine favour that filled the mother's heart to overflowing with humble gratitude to the Bestower of all bounties. It made the long periods of separation from her husband more easily endurable; it cemented even closer the bond between them. The baby was named Zafar, and from the very first day occupied the foremost place in his proud grandfather's heart. He was the light of his parents' eyes and filled their lives with sunshine; even though most of the time one was away in distant Lahore and the other had him in her lap. Zafar was only a few months old when his mother had occasion to visit her parents at Data Zaidka. She naturally took the baby with her, which delighted the hearts of her parents, who idolised their lively and lovely little grandson....

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My Chlid Hood Story

My grandfather, Chaudhri Sikandar Khan, was a man of a religious turn of mind and led a pious life. In 1897 he performed the pilgrimage to Mecca, and also visited Medinah. He wrote a full account of the journey as it proceeded. In those days it was a very arduous undertaking. My grandfather and his party performed the journey from Jeddah to Medinah by sea to Yenbo and thence overland to Medinah. The return journey was performed in the same manner. On his return home he told my mother that he had prayed for little me on every occasion that offered itself. At that time the pilgrimage was not only an arduous undertaking physically, it involved a serious hazard for health and life. Dysentery claimed many victims. Of my grandfather's two companions...

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A non-Ahmadi Frontier Afghan.

A non-Ahmadi Frontier Afghan. The writing of the Urdu booklet imposed a severe emotional strain on me. The passage of time - forty-three years - has not served in the least degree to assuage the heart-ache or to soften the poignancy of the separation; though in a curious way I have throughout enjoyed communion with her. Friends have continued to urge upon me the desirability of making a biographical sketch of my mother available in English, but I have shrunk from undertaking the labour of sheer love involved out of fear that the emotional impact upon me might prove unendurable. Certain recent incidents have, however, presaged the approach of our reunion. Also there has been a rapid progressive deepening of sensitive and emotio...

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My Mother talk with Jai Devi by Zafar Ullah Khan

A few days later when his mother was washing Zafar, Jai Devi appeared again, and, pointing to the baby, enquired: Is that then the Sahi prince? His mother answered: Yes, indeed. Thereupon Jai Devi repeated her demand, and was met with the same response; on which being somewhat affronted she mattered: Well, then, if you take him back alive, you may account me false; and departed in a huff. Zafar's mother affirmed: It will be as God wills. Jai Devi could have scarcely reached the outer door and Zafar was still being washed when he suddenly vomited and purged blood. Within minutes he lost consciousness and in a few hours he died. His mother supplicated: Allah, Thou didst give, and Thou hast taken away. I submit to Thy will. Do Thou bestow steadfastness on me. She returned to Daska bereaved. A...

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My Mother by Zafar Ula Khan

The advent of a lovely male child was a Divine favour that filled the mother's heart to overflowing with humble gratitude to the Bestower of all bounties. It made the long periods of separation from her husband more easily endurable; it cemented even closer the bond between them. The baby was named Zafar, and from the very first day occupied the foremost place in his proud grandfather's heart. He was the light of his parents' eyes and filled their lives with sunshine; even though most of the time one was away in distant Lahore and the other had him in her lap. Zafar was only a few months old when his mother had occasionto visit her parents at Data Zaidka. She naturally took the baby with her,...

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mother hood mean to become a mother .

mother hood mean to become a mother . mother hood mean to become a mother .women are more careing and senstive that is y God give them the rank of a mother .this not the mother hood to grow a child but its means to give you child best eduction and skils for being good human bening and train him for plying his whitle role in this world .we badly needed for good educted and well behaved women whit best mother hoodly role who play their role to develop our country...

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Why body illustration is important? | Mother thought

 Why body illustration  is  important? Body image is a person with opinion, thoughts and feelings about her body and appearance. With a positive body feeling discomfort means the way we see and appreciate your body for its capabilities and content to accept their imperfections. Body image is a part of the whole of a person's self-image. How does a husband feel about your body can affect how you feel. If you do not like how it looks focused, a kind of self-esteem take a hit and his confidence can slide. (The same applies for girls to arriv...

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