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mubarik ko balich bary ho gay thik say bolnay lagy

may hoon na

hai

delite this post

~khushi~ said:

do u believe in black magic?

YAH      YAH HAY   BOHT ZIYADA   DONYA MAY

HI   HOW ARE U   

THE BEAUTY OF FRIENDSHIP``

Friendship is a Priceless Gift,
It cannot be bought or sold;
But its value is far greater,
Than a mountain made of Gold.

For gold is cold and lifeless,
It can neither see nor hear;
And in the time of trouble,
It is powerless to cheer.

It has no ears to listen,
Nor heart to understand.
It cannot bring you comfort,
Or reach out a helping hand.

So when you ask God for a gift,
Be thankful if He sends ...
Not diamonds, pearls or riches,
But the Love of Real True Friends.
Friendship Is Ko0o0o0L !!!

In kindergarten, a good friend was the one who let you have the red crayon, when all that was left was the ugly brown one.
In first grade a good friend was the person who went to the bathroom with you and held your hand as you walked through the scary halls.

In second grade a good friend was the person who helped you stand up to the class bully.
In third grade a good friend was the person who shared their lunch with you when you left yours on the bus.
In fourth grade a good friend was the person who was willing to switch square dancing partners in gym so you wouldn't have to "do-si-do" with that stinky kid who liked you.
In fifth grade a good friend was the person who saved a seat for you at the back of the bus.
In sixth grade a good friend was the person who went up to your new crush and asked them to dance with you, so that if they said "no" you wouldn't feel so embarrassed.
In seventh grade a good friend was the person who let you copy the social studies homework from the night before that you had forgotten about.
In eighth grade a good friend was the person who helped you pack up your stuffed animals and baseball cards so that your room would be a "high schooler's room" and didn't laugh at you when you finished and burst into tears.
In ninth grade a good friend was the person who went with you to that "cool" party being thrown by a senior so you wouldn't be the only freshman there.
In tenth grade a good friend was the person who changed his schedule just so you would have someone to sit next to at lunch.
In eleventh grade a good friend was the person who gave you rides in their new car, convinced your parents you shouldn't be grounded, consoled you when you broke up with your steady, and found you a date to the prom.
In twelfth grade a good friend was the person who helped you pick out a college, assured you that you would get into that college, helped you deal with your parents who were having a hard time adjusting to the idea of letting you go.
At graduation a good friend was the person who was crying on the inside but managed the biggest smile one could give as they congratulated you.
After you graduated, a good friend was
the person who helped you
clean up the bottles from that party

helped you sneak out of the house when you couldn't deal with your parents

assured you about your relationship with your steady, told you that you could make it through anything

helped you pack up for college and silently hugged you as you looked through blurry eyes at 18 years of memories you were leaving behind

and finally on those last few days of childhood, went out of their way to come over and send you off with a hug, a lot of memories, reassurance that you would make it in college as well as you had these past 18 years, and most of all, most importantly to send you off to college knowing you were loved.

In kindergarten, a good friend was the one who let you have the red crayon, when all that was left was the ugly brown one.
In first grade a good friend was the person who went to the bathroom with you and held your hand as you walked through the scary halls.

In second grade a good friend was the person who helped you stand up to the class bully.
In third grade a good friend was the person who shared their lunch with you when you left yours on the bus.
In fourth grade a good friend was the person who was willing to switch square dancing partners in gym so you wouldn't have to "do-si-do" with that stinky kid who liked you.
In fifth grade a good friend was the person who saved a seat for you at the back of the bus.
In sixth grade a good friend was the person who went up to your new crush and asked them to dance with you, so that if they said "no" you wouldn't feel so embarrassed.
In seventh grade a good friend was the person who let you copy the social studies homework from the night before that you had forgotten about.
In eighth grade a good friend was the person who helped you pack up your stuffed animals and baseball cards so that your room would be a "high schooler's room" and didn't laugh at you when you finished and burst into tears.
In ninth grade a good friend was the person who went with you to that "cool" party being thrown by a senior so you wouldn't be the only freshman there.
In tenth grade a good friend was the person who changed his schedule just so you would have someone to sit next to at lunch.
In eleventh grade a good friend was the person who gave you rides in their new car, convinced your parents you shouldn't be grounded, consoled you when you broke up with your steady, and found you a date to the prom.
In twelfth grade a good friend was the person who helped you pick out a college, assured you that you would get into that college, helped you deal with your parents who were having a hard time adjusting to the idea of letting you go.
At graduation a good friend was the person who was crying on the inside but managed the biggest smile one could give as they congratulated you.
After you graduated, a good friend was
the person who helped you
clean up the bottles from that party

helped you sneak out of the house when you couldn't deal with your parents

assured you about your relationship with your steady, told you that you could make it through anything

helped you pack up for college and silently hugged you as you looked through blurry eyes at 18 years of memories you were leaving behind

and finally on those last few days of childhood, went out of their way to come over and send you off with a hug, a lot of memories, reassurance that you would make it in college as well as you had these past 18 years, and most of all, most importantly to send you off to college knowing you were loved.

In second grade a good friend was the person who helped you stand up to the class bully

yah hamery dost hay pagel

TeenTracker said:

amin

Wol Uncle aap bhi acche aadme ho Bahu ko dua do


Bahu bole to mere hone walee wife

TT BAHI   wol apny bhiya hya barrry

HEY   BARY SHARM ARAHY HAY

. HUM

hamy   olllo bola

Bazigaar said:

sabz pari meri dosti sar ankhon pe na rakho...i am heavy dude...meri dosti bhi heavy hae...

ham app ki   haveyyy   duty dosty kay liyee tyare hayyy jee

WARMTH OF LOVE said:

Salaam, JB Family

I'm going to Announce about our new ADMIN ,

and he's    B A Z I G A A R    

He's the person, Who has the ability and really deserve for this POST.

All the Best ....

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pagel   hamery marnay ki bate karty hooo..
kise zamany ki bate karty hoo    dill jalany ki bate karty hooooo