मुस्लिमो खौफ खाओ के चुनाव आने वाले हैं

कुछ लोग तुम्हारी बोलियाँ लगाने वाले हैं
मुस्लिमो खौफ खाओ के चुनाव आने वाले हैं

न तालीम, न तरक्की, न तिजारत कोई
तुम्हारी जान के डर को वो भुनाने वाले हैं

इश्तिहार की तरह करेंगे वो दंगे फसाद
गरीब की बोटी पे सौ कुत्ते कूद जाने वाले हैं

ये जो नज़र आते हैं हमको मोतबिर हमारे
ये वो शैतान हैं जो हमें बेच खाने वाले हैं

कुछ नहीं बदलता इस जम्हूरियत में हमारा
हम पहले मरते थे आगे भी मर जाने वाले हैं

The Muslim Story Of Christmas

She was alone, as she was wont to do, worshiping in the eastern section of the temple. Suddenly, she was startled by a strange presence: a man with whom she was not familiar. "I seek refuge from thee with the Most Gracious," she said, "(Approach me not) if you are conscious of Him!" He sought to calm her by saying, "I am but a messenger of your Lord, (who says,) `I shall bestow upon thee the gift of a son endowed with purity.

This startled her most of all. She replied, in shock: "How can I have a son when no man has ever touched me? – for, never have I been an unchaste woman!" The presence replied: "Thus it is; (but) your Lord says, `This is easy for Me; and (thou shalt have a son,) so that We might make him a symbol unto humanity and an act of grace from Us. And it was a thing decreed (by God)."

And so she conceived the child, withdrawing to a far-off place. And when the pangs of childbirth overtook her, she was driven to sit under the trunk of palm tree, and she exclaimed in anguish: "Oh, would that I had died before this, and had become a thing forgotten, utterly forgotten!" Yet, she had the child, and she then came back to her people carrying him, who were clearly shocked.

They exclaimed, "Thou hast indeed done an amazing thing!" They continued: "O Sister of Aaron," an honorific title for this heretofore pious woman, "Your father was not a wicked man, nor was thy mother an unchaste woman!" She pointed to her newborn child, whereupon they said: "How can we talk to one who (as yet) is a little boy in the cradle?"

The child then said:

Behold, I am a servant of God. He has vouchsafed unto me revelation and made me a prophet, and made me blessed wherever I may be; and He has enjoined upon me prayer and charity as long as I live, and (has endowed me with) piety towards my mother; and He has not made me haughty or bereft of grace. Hence, peace was upon me on the day when I was born, and (will be upon me) on the day of my death, and on the day when I shall be raised to life (again)!

 

This story, that of the birth of Christ, was culled, not from my copy of the Bible, but rather from the nineteenth chapter of the Koran. It is the second mention, in fact, of this story, the first being in the third chapter. This should come as no surprise, really, for Jesus (and his mother) are very prominent in Muslim belief and reverence.

The Koran is full of passages about Jesus and Mary. The Muslim holy book describes Jesus as being "honored in the world and the hereafter, and one of the intimates of God" (3:45). Christ is also "in the ranks of the righteous" (6:85), described as "a word from God which He send down to Mary (and) and a spirit from Him" (4:171). The Koran even says that Jesus Christ "was strengthened with the Holy Spirit" (2:253, 5:110), although classical exegesis notes that "Holy Spirit" means either divine inspiration or the Angel Gabriel. Jesus, in fact, is mentioned more by name in the Koran than the Prophet Muhammad himself.

That's why it perplexes me to hear some Christians talk about Muslims "not having Jesus." We have Jesus all over our faith and belief, we just don't believe he is the son of God or part of a triune deity. Muslims maintain that Christ was a prophet. It is a major difference in belief, to be sure, but it is not something over which Christians and Muslims should have any enmity or animosity.

Yes, some Muslims claim that Christians and Jews are "enemies," but I pay no heed to such rabble. It is the product of a criminal, twisted mind, and the overwhelming majority of Muslims do not subscribe to such beliefs. And sadly, there are some Christians who say the same about Muslims and Islam: that we are "enemies," not to be trusted or accepted into the fabric of society, and our faith is "evil." Such voices, in both communities, must be ignored and marginalized.

No, Muslims may not adorn their houses with lights during this season, but it does not mean that Jesus does not light their hearts with love and reverence. Muslims may not take Christmas Day off as a religious holiday, but that does not mean that Jesus means nothing to them at all. Yes, it may be that the only businesses open on Christmas Day may be the Muslim-owned ones, but that does not mean that Jesus is not near and dear to those business owners' hearts.

IQRA

Hairat hai ki Taleem-o-Tarakki mein hai peeche,
Jis qaum ka aaghaz hi "IQRA" se hua tha...

( Iqra is The first word revealed in the Quran is translated as "read" or "recite". )

Muhajir naama by Munawwar Rana

Munawwar Rana is now a name to reckon with in Urdu poetry. His Nazm 'Muhajir-nama' echoes collective nostalgia of the migrants and the displaced who had left their country and still yearn for their past homes.

Though the poetry is in the context of the Mohajirs who migrated from India after partition and settled in Pakistan or Bangladesh, this poem written in ghazal format has a universal appeal.


muhajir hain magar ham ek duniya chhoR aaye hain
tumhaare paas jitna hai ham utnaa chhoR aaye hain

hansi aati hai apni hi adaakari pe khud hamko
bane phirte hain Yusuf aur zulekha chhoR aaye hain

jo ek patli sadak unnao se mohaan jaati thi
vahiiN hasrat ke khwabon ko bhatakta chhoR aaye hain

vazu karne ko jab bhii baiThte hain yaad aata hai
ki ham ujlat meN jamna ka kinaara chhoR aaye haiN

utaar aaye murawwat aur ravaadaari ka har cholaa
jo ek saadhu ne pahnaai thii maalaa chhoR aaye haiN

Khayaal aata hai aksar dhuup meN baahar nikalte hii
ham apne gaaoN meN pipal kaa saaya chhoR aaye haiN

zamiin-e-Naanak-o-Chishtii, zabaan-e-Ghalib-o-Tulsi
ye sab kuchh paas thaa apne, ye saara chhoR aaye haiN

duaa ke phool Pandit ji jahaaN taqsiim karte the
galii ke moR par ham vo shivaala chhoR aaye haiN

bure lagte haiN shaayad is liye ye surmaii baadal
kisii ki zulf ko shaanoN pe bikhraa chhoR aaye haiN

ab apnii jaldbaazi par bohat afsos hotaa hai
ki ek kholi kii khaatir raajvaaRa chhoR aaye haiN

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khushnaseeb hu mai ki musalman hu

Let’s Give children what they value most - Happy Children's Day

Very Valuable Answer By A Little Girl:

A teacher asked a little girl: What does your DAD do?

Girl replied: He works in a chocolate factory and brings lots of chocolate for me..

In the evening he works in an ice-cream parlor and I eat my favorite flavor…

He also works in a toys shop and brings me soft and cuddly teddy sometime.

He is also a teacher because he helps me daily in my homework.

He is very strong & hard worker. He lifts me on his shoulders. He becomes a horse for me and gives me a good ride around the house.

He is my favorite clown as me makes me laugh a lot. He is a story teller who tells me wonderful stories at night.

He works from morning to evening and never get tired.

And

When he is back to home, he is always ready to play with me.

Note:

As parents, Kids don't value what we do to earn the money.
They give value to what we do to earn their love…

Let's Give them what they value most… Our time….

Its a dog’s life (for most)

Sayeed Mohammed, a disabled crab seller, who lives in Mumbai is disadvantaged thrice over: he's poor, physically challenged, and being a Muslim, he's part of the minority. His existence may not very different from Rani, the dog he's interacting with. More than 40 per cent of India, lives on less than Rs 50 a day, with which they can barely feed themselves; let alone buy clothes, get an education or have access to clean drinking water and sanitation.

AP Photo/Gautam Singh

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••• Wonderful Touching Story •••

• 
  

  A woman baked bread for members of her family and an extra one for a hungry passerby. She kept the extra Bread on the window sill, for whosoever would take it away.
  
  Every day, a hunchback came and took away the Bread.
  
  Instead of expressing gratitude, he muttered the following words as he went his way:
  " The evil you do remains with you: The good you do, comes back to you!"
  
  This went on, day after day. Every day, the hunchback came, picked up the bread and uttered the words:
  "The evil you do, remains with you: The good you do, com es back to you!"
  
  The woman felt irritated. "Not a word of gratitude," she said to herself...
  " Everyday this hunchback utters this jingle! What does he mean?"
  
  One day, exasperated, she decided to do away with him. "I shall get rid of this hunchback," she said. And what did she do? She added poison to the bread she prepared for him!
  
  As she was about to keep it on the window sill, her hands trembled.
  "What is this I am doing?" she said.
  
  Immediately, she threw the Bread into the fire, prepared another one and kept it on the window sill.
  
  As usual, the hunchback came, picked up the Bread and muttered the words:
  " The evil you do, remains with you: The good you do, comes back to you!"
  
  The hunchback proceeded on his way, blissfully unaware of the war raging in the mind of the woman.
  
  Every day, as the woman placed the Bread on the window sill, she offered a prayer for her son who had gone to a distant place to seek his fortune.For many months,she had no news of him.. She prayed for his safe return.
  
  That evening, there was a knock on the door. As she opened it, she was surprised to find her son standing in the doorway.
  
  He had grown thin and lean. His garments were tattered and torn. He was hungry, starved and weak.
  
  As he saw his mother, he said,"Mom, it's a miracle I'm here.
  
  While I was but a mile away, I was so famished that I collapsed.
  
  I would have died, but just then an old hunchback passed by.I begged of him for a morsel of food, and he was kind enough to give me a whole Bread.
  
  As he gave it to me, he said,"This is what I eat everyday: today, I shall give it to you, for your need is greater than mine!"
  
  As the mother heard those words, her face turned pale.
  She leaned against the door for support. She remembered the poisoned bread that she had made that morning.
  
  Had she not burnt it in the fire, it would have been eaten by her own son, and he would have lost his life! It was then that she realized the significance of the words:
  "The evil you do remains with you: The good you do, comes back to you!"
  
  Moral : Do good and Don't ever stop doing good, even if it is not appreciated at that time.
  
  Must Share Please

  
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Must read for husbands….What Women do all day ….????

A man came home from work and found his 5 children outside, still in their pajamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn around garden, The door of his wife's car was open, as was the front door to the house and no sign of the dog, walking in the door, he found ...an even bigger mess. A lamp had been knocked over, the throw rug was against one wall, In the front room the TV was on loudly with the cartoon channel, the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing. In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the counter, the fridge door was open wide, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door. He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more piles of clothes, looking for his wife. He was worried she might be ill, or that something serious had happened. He was met with a small trickle of water as it made its way out the bathroom door. As he peered inside he found wet towels, scummy soap and more toys strewn over the floor. Miles of toilet paper lay in a heap and toothpaste had been smeared over the mirror and walls. As he rushed to the bedroom, he found his wife still curled up in the bed in her pajamas, reading a novel... She looked up at him, smiled and asked how his day went. He looked at her bewildered and asked, 'What happened here today?' She again smiled and answered, 'You know every day when you come home from work and you ask me what in the world do I do all day?...
''Yes," was his incredulous reply..

She answered, 'Well, today I didn't do it.'

:D

BADSHAH AUR WAZEER

KISI mulk ke badsha ka wazir
bada hoshiyaar or akal mand tha
achanak woh badsha ki mulazmat
chod kar '''ALLAH''' ki ibadat mein mashgul
ho gaya
ek din badsha wazir ke paas gaya
or usse pucha
tum ne meri mulazmat kyun chod
di...
wazir ne kaha paanch baato ki
wajah se meine aap ki mulazmat
chod di
badsha ne kaha kon si paanch
baate hai woh???

wazir ne kaha

*****pehli baat to yeh ke aap
bethe rehte the or mein aap ki
khidmat mein khada rehta tha
ab mein ALLAH tala ki khidmat
mein hazir hua hu
to khade ho kar bhi ibadat kar
sakta hu or beth kar bhi
namaaz khade ho kar bhi padhi
jaati hai or ismein bethne ka bhi
hukm hai

*****dusri baat yeh ke aap to
bethe khate rehte the or mein aap
ko khade ho kar dekhta rehta
tha..magar mujhe ab aisa razik mil
gaya hai
jo mujhe khilata hai or khud
khane se beniyaaz hai

*****teesri baat yeh ke aap sote
rehte the or mein aap ka pehra
diya karta tha
ab mein ek aise badsha ka gulam
ho gaya hu ke mein khud sota hu
or woh meri nigehbani karta hai

*****chothi baat yeh ke mein
darta tha ke agar aap fot ho gaye
to aap ke dushman mujhe taklif
denge. magar ab mein aisi zaat ki
khidmat mein hu jo sada kayam
rahegi
or ab mujhe kisi ka khof nahi

*****panchvi baat yeh ke mein
darta rehta tha ke mujh se koi
galti ho gai
to aap mujhe maaf nahi karenge
magar ab mujhe aisa reham dil
malik mil gaya hai ke din mein so
martaba gunah karne ke baad bhi
apne bando ko bakhsh deta hai

***ALLAH TALA ***humare dil
mein bhi apni sachchi mohabbat
peida karde AMEEN

"I am because we are"

An anthropologist proposed a game to the kids in an African tribe. He put a basket full of fruit near a tree and told the kids that who ever got there first won the sweet fruits. When he told them to run they all took each others hands and ran together, then sat together enjoying their treats. When he asked them why they had run like that as one could have had all the fruits for himself they said: ''UBUNTU, how can one of us be happy if all the other ones are sad?''

'UBUNTU' in the Xhosa culture means: "I am because we are"

For the married girls

I look around and wonder why do people look at a married woman differently? She might look better dressed, maybe wearing an ornament or two, that mark her married. But she's still a girl at heart, sindoor and bindi don't make her a woman. She may be still learning how to run a home, she still might be struggling taking care of not just herself but two and more people, she might not always like to hear 'what does your husband do'... Marriage doesn't suddenly turn a girl into a woman. For that matter having kids doesn't necessarily do the same either. Celebrate who she really is, celebrate the child in her, she may be anyone around you, ur friend, ur sister, ur mother, a total stranger. She's not supposed to be responsible for innumerous things, countless chores, it's just her desire for perfection that she does what she does. This is for every wonderful woman I know. Grow up... but take your own sweet time & let the li'l girl in you live forever. And for all my male friends... cherish her, spoil her and most importantly let her be... She wasn't born to take care of you, it's her heart that makes her do so

Earth have enough for our need, but not for our greed.

We all want to help one
another, Human beings are
like that. The way of life can
be free and beautiful, but we
have lost the way.

Greed has poisoned men's
souls; has barricaded the
world with hate; has goose-
stepped us into misery and
bloodshed.

Earth have enough for our
need, but not for our
greed.

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Old Delhi : Food Capital of India

 

 

 

Best kebabs: Ustad Moinuddin

For just a few rupees you can eat some of the finest kebabs in Delhi.
On Lal Kuan close to where the great Urdu poet Ghalib once lived, you'll find the beef kebab maker Ustad Moinuddin. As you wait your turn, you'll have time to watch the master at work, packing soft meat on to skewers, judging the exact cooking time for optimum succulence before tipping them quickly on to plates and into waiting hands. Forget Bukhara; this is the real deal.

• Lal Kuan, at the corner with Gali Qasimjan, near Chawri Bazaar metro, Old Delhi

Best kulfi: Kuremal Kulfi

The Kuremal family have been making kulfi (ice-cream) in the old city since 1908. They turn out over 50 varieties, including pomegranate, tamarind, rose and custard apple, and also make a wonderful stuffed kulfi: mango or orange flavours stuffed into fruit skins.

• Kucha Pati Ram, off Sitaram Bazaar, near Chawri Bazaar metro, Old Delhi

Best kheer: Bade Mian

Bade Mian's kheer shop (oppposite Badal Beg mosque in Lal Kuan) quite simply  sells the finest kheer (cardamom-laced rice pudding) you're ever likely to taste.  I never come home with less than a kilo!

• Lal Kuan, near Chawri Bazaar metro, Old Delhi

Best sweets: Chaina Ram

Regularly voted the best sweet shop in Delhi. Try the Karachi halwa, laddoos and other treats cooked in ghee at this Sindhi shop on Chandni Chowk.

 

Best snacks

Around the Jama Masjid area, stroll along Matia Mahal (also the home of the famous Karim's and Al-Jawahar restaurants) and stop at any of the little stalls – it's almost impossible to eat badly here. One highlight is shahi tukda, labelled by one enthusiast as "bread pudding on steroids".  The kebabs and biryanis in this area are also pretty special.

 

Ashok Chat Corner in Old Delhi

a modern metro entrance pushes out of the ground into the chaos above, and you are immediately there to Ashok Chat Corner (3488, Hauz Qazi Chowk) 10 steps away.

"All you have to do is stagger out of the metro and you're here," ordering papri chaat, a tiny bowl with crisp pastry discs (the papri), potato and fried chickpeas under a mix of sauces that include a yogurt-y curd, tamarind and spicy coriander. It's soothing and calm.

Jain Coffee House

a spot on a square with an alley-like entrance that's so easy to walk past that we do two U-turns on Chawri Bazaar before we find it. (From Chawri Bazaar metro walk along Chawri Bazaar until almost at the left turn into Nai Sarak. On your left is a small gully, Raghu Ganj: walk in and turn left.

Old Famous Jalebi

Thick and juicy, it is food porn at its best. Jalebis, the golden-coloured rings of deep-fried maida batter, soaked in sugar syrup, fill the mouth with a warm liquid of such excessive sweetness that modesty blushes in shame. The diabetic may find joy in just looking at its preparation.

Where Dariba Kalan Rd, Chandni Chowk Time 8.30 am to 10 pm Nearest Metro Station Chandni Chowk

 

Gali Paranthe Waali

It became a famous gourmet locality when the parantha shops moved here in the 1870s. This lane has been the haunt of many celebrities of India. In the years after Independence, Pandit Jawahar Lal Nehru and his family members - Indira Gandhi and Vijaylaxmi Pandit - came here to take their parantha meals. Jayaprakash Narayan and Atal Behari Vajpayee were also among the regular visitors.

 

Kanhaiya Lal Durga Prasad's Parantha Shop (1875)

The paranthas are fried in pure ghee in cast-iron pans. They are served with Mint Chutney, Banana - Tamarind Chutney, vegetable pickle and Aloo Subzi.

 

Shree Balaji Chaat Bhandar (1462, Chandni Chowk; Noon to 10pm)

It is perhaps the best and most popular chaatwallah in Chandni Chowk. We particularly recommend the Papdi Chaat with its liberal inclusion of Kachaalu Chutney, Khasta Papdis and saunth. Bishan Swaroop (1421, Chandni Chowk; 10am to 10pm) is one of those gems tucked away in the chaotic by-lanes of Chandni Chowk which keep alive the magic of another time, another taste.

 

Lala Babu Chaat Bhandar (77, Chandni Chowk, Near McDonald's; 11am to 10pm)

Glorious Gol Gappe served with a type of Jal Jeera that's packed with harad (a digestive), kachoris stuffed with potato and peas, Gobhi-Matar Samosas, Dahi Bhalla and Matar Paneer Tikki are the fastest-selling items here.

 

Jugal Kishore Ramji Lal

 

13, Dujana House, Chawri Bazaar, Chandni Chowk, Old Delhi.

Best known for its fruit chaats.

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दिखावे की नियत से महंगे जानवरों की कुर्बानी ...

आज कल ये देखने में आया हैं के बहुत से लोग दिखावे की नियत से महंगे जानवरों की कुर्बानी करते हैं ये जानवर की खूबसूरती पर लाखो रुपया खर्च कर देते हैं अक्सर अखबारों में पढता हूँ एक जानवर दो लाख में बिका एक तीन लाख में कोई कोई तो इससे भी आगे निकल जाते हैं और ये सब कुछ उस कौम में होता हैं जहां गरीबी की वजह से लोग क़ुरबानी तो बहुत दूर की बात हैं दो वक़्त की रोटी के जुगाड़ के लिए भी जुगत में रहते हैं ...

आप कुर्बानी के मसाइल से अपने फ़र्ज़ को पूरा कीजिये महंगे जानवरों के बजाए ज्यादा कुर्बानी कर, या उस पैसे से यतीमो गरीबो की मदद कर उन्हें अपनी खुशियों में शामिल कीजिये यकीन मानना अल्लाह इसका आपको बेहतरीन सिला देगा ...

Why is Rape so Rampant?

A Social Message
Did you tell your daughter to be careful with the way
she acts and the way she dresses ? Or something
like "You need to be safe! When you dress that way,...
some people read it as an invitation"?
Probably yes.
But did you tell your SON, "I need you to know that
no matter how a woman dresses or acts, it is not an
invitation to cat call, taunt, harass or assault her"?
Probably NO.
Instead of teaching your daughter not to get raped,
teach your SON not to rape

Children are deprived of Games

Children are deprived of Games.
Replaced by screen time (either television, mobile, or computers)

The lack of play is causing physical, intellectual, social, and emotional harm to our children.

Physical - Obesity & Unhealthy Physic... lack of motor coordination.. piled up stress
Intellectual - Decrease in creativity, imagination, curiosity, social skills, resiliency, and the ability to assess risk etc.,
Social - Dont know how to work in groups, share, negotiate, resolve conflicts, and being advocate for themselves..lack of nonverbal skills
Emotional - Being a loner, lack of relationship skills, inappropriate expression of feelings...lack of self esteem

In play we can imagine situations never encountered before and learn from them. Toy aeroplanes preceded real ones.

Forget about all this... if your child is not introduced to play and sticking to game rules, How you can make the child understand about self discipline without any external control??????????

Is it by paying a teacher for threatening a child to sit in his/her chair for six hours!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Think ...
Dedicate after school hours of your child just for play and dont allow your child to touch school books at that time.. its difficult but much needed....

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वह व्यक्ति मुस्लिम नहीं है

वह व्यक्ति मुस्लिम नहीं है (पैग़म्बर मुहम्मद SAW )

1) जिसका (कोई ग़रीब पड़ोसी भूखा सो जाए, और इस व्यक्ति को उसकी कोई चिंता न हो और यह पेट भर खाना खाकर सोए।

2) जिसके उत्पात और जिसकी शरारतों से उसका पड़ोसी सुरक्षित न हो।

3) अपने अधीनों (मातहतों, Subordinates) से, उनको क्षमता, शक्ति से अधिक काम न लो।

4) पानी में मलमूत्र मत करो (जल-प्रदूषण उत्पन्न न करो) ज़मीन पर किसी बिल (सूराख़) में मूत्रमत करो। (इससे कोई हानिकारक कीड़ा, सांप-बिच्छू आदि, निकल कर तुम्हें हानि पहुंचा सकता है और इससे पर्यावर्णीय संतुलन भी प्रभावित होगा।)

5) किसी पालतू जानवर-विशेषतः जिससे तुम अपना काम लेते हो, जैसे बैल, ऊंट, गधा, घोड़ा आदि–को भूखा-प्यासा मत रखो, उससे उसकी ताक़त से ज़्यादा काम मत लो; उसको निर्दयता के साथ मारो मत। याद रखो, आज जितनी शक्ति तुम्हें उस पर हासिल है, परलोक में (ईश्वरीय अदालत लगने के समय) ईश्वर को तुम पर उससे अधिक शक्ति होगी।

6) दान देने में, दिखावा मत करो कि लोगों में दानी-परोपकारी व्यक्ति के तौर पर अपनी शोहरत के अभिलाशी रहो। दान मात्र ईश्वर को प्रसन्न करने के लिए, परलोक में अल्लाह ही से पारितोषिक पाने के लिए दो।)

7) नमूना (बानगी, Sample) कुछ दिखाकर, माल किसी और क्वालिटी का मत बेचो।

किसी से बदला लो तो बस उसी मात्रा में जितना तुम पर उसने अत्याचार किया है और क्षमा कर दो तो यह उत्तम है

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Health Benefits of Bitter Gourd~

Bitter gourd has been
associated with lowering
sugar levels in people
suffering from diabetes.

Bitter gourd is said to be
helpful in fighting against
cancer and a number of
infections.

Bitter gourd has been known
to provide relief from
constipation and is also
effective in the treatment of
psoriasis.

Bitter gourd helps in
improving circulation and in
turn, generates slimming
effects on the body.

Regular consumption of
bitter gourd has been
associated with prevention
as well as treatment of
hypertension.

Bitter gourd is believed to be
helpful in preventing eye
complications, apart from
treating neuritis.It improves
eye-sight due to it high beta-
carotene content

The juice of the leaf of bitter
gourd plant has been found
to be beneficial in the
treatment of alcoholism.

The essential vitamins and
minerals present in bitter
gourd help in treating
defective metabolism of
carbohydrates.

The bitter tonic properties of
bitter gourd have made it
effective as a blood purifier.

Fresh juice of bitter gourd is
good for patients suffering
from piles.

It removes stomach worms
and highly recommended for
kids.

It is good for asthma
patients as it heals
respiratory disorders.

"Letter from a newly married girl to her mother

Dear mom,
Like every normal girl, I was excited about marriage right from my childhood days. I never thought beyond the time that I would spend happily with my prince charming. But today when I am married, I realize that marriage is not all roses. It's not just about being with your beloved and having a gala time. There is so much more to it. It comes with its own share of responsibilities, duties, sacrifices and compromises. I can't wake up anytime I want to. I am expected to be up and ready before everyone else in the family. I can't laze around in my pyjamas throughout the day. I am expected to be presentable every time. I can't just go out anytime I want to. I am expected to be sensitive to the needs of the family. I just can't hit the bed anytime I want to. I am expected to be active and around the family. I can't expect to be treated like a princess but am supposed to take care of everyone else in the family. And then I think to myself, 'why did I get married at all?' I was happier with you, mom. Sometimes I think of coming back to you and getting pampered again. I want to come home to my favorite food cooked by you every evening after a nice outing with friends. I want to sleep on your laps like I have no worry in this world. But then I suddenly realize, had you not got married and made such sacrifices in your life, I wouldn't have had so many wonderful memories to hang on to. And suddenly, the purpose of all this becomes clear- to return the same comfort, peace and happiness to my new family that I got from you. And I am sure that as time would pass, I would start loving this life equally as you do. Thank you mom for all the sacrifices and compromises you made. They give me the strength to do the same."