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I THOUGHT NASEEB.COM WAS A MUSLIM SOCIAL NETWORK, WHERE MUSLIM MEN/WOMEN GET TOGETHER AND SOCIALIZE!!!!
RECENTLY, I'VE NOTICED THAT A BUNCH OF WOMEN HAVE BEEN GOING AROUND GANGING UP ON CERTAIN PEOPLE,,,,, THIS GANG OF WOMEN ARE FULLY ARMED WITH DIRTY RUMOURS AND CRITICISMS,,,,,
AND IF YOU THOUGHT THAT WAS NOT BAD ENOUGH,,, THESE WOMEN ARE PICKING ON THE BABEZ OF NASEEB,,,,AND MAKING THE BABEZ OF NASEEB ANGRY AND FIGHT BACK!!!
ARE THESE WOMEN STARTING MENOPAUSE OR WHAT??? NEED ADVISE FOR THEM!!!!
WHY DO WE HAVE A BATTLE OF THE SAME SEXES,,,,,,,,,, I WONDER?????
NOW WATCH THE WOMEN TRY TO GO ON AND ON ABOUT MISSY,,, ALTHOUGH THEY HAVE NOT MET ON THE BATTLE FIELD YET,,,,,OTHERWISE MISSY WOULD HAVE SHOT THEM BY NOW!!!!!!!!
RECENTLY, I'VE NOTICED THAT A BUNCH OF WOMEN HAVE BEEN GOING AROUND GANGING UP ON CERTAIN PEOPLE,,,,, THIS GANG OF WOMEN ARE FULLY ARMED WITH DIRTY RUMOURS AND CRITICISMS,,,,,
AND IF YOU THOUGHT THAT WAS NOT BAD ENOUGH,,, THESE WOMEN ARE PICKING ON THE BABEZ OF NASEEB,,,,AND MAKING THE BABEZ OF NASEEB ANGRY AND FIGHT BACK!!!
ARE THESE WOMEN STARTING MENOPAUSE OR WHAT??? NEED ADVISE FOR THEM!!!!
WHY DO WE HAVE A BATTLE OF THE SAME SEXES,,,,,,,,,, I WONDER?????
NOW WATCH THE WOMEN TRY TO GO ON AND ON ABOUT MISSY,,, ALTHOUGH THEY HAVE NOT MET ON THE BATTLE FIELD YET,,,,,OTHERWISE MISSY WOULD HAVE SHOT THEM BY NOW!!!!!!!!
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it can be like show and tell...
i was such a great student in primary school, dunno what happened... );
so u got first SHOW AND TELL, allah rakhi... (A)
me: u can't charge me for these 2 days, because i didn't use the room, i wasn't even here..u've made a mistake...
manager: sorry madaam, nothing i can do, pay the money, then later talk to head office, talk to owner, they will give u money back..
me:yes, but i'm leaving the country, fine let me talk to him..
manager:sorry madam, he is not here...
me: look u know i wasn't here and i didn't check in til 2 days later, u know this is a mistake, can't u just sort it out??
manager: sorry madam..
me: hello, ur a manager, ur supposed to sorth problems out, that's what ur here for, even a robot can check ppl in and out, ur here to troubleshoot...
manager:stop swearing at me
me: i didn't swear at u
manager; yes in english
me: can u just do ur job?
receptionist: laughing
me: what's so funny? it's not funny that u don't know how to do ur job
receptionist: sorry madam..continues to giggle...
me: fine i'm calling the police...
manager: call them
me: ok...call chief of police
manager: jaw drops to floor, pulls me to the side and tries to sort it out discreetly..
me: nope, it's gone too far to come back now...
conclusion: he should have just sorted it out in the first place.
so i was making conversation while the reat of my party, brother, hubby, dad, uncles, were getting massages on the karachi beach, by strange looking men, with what looked like milk crates, but contained, pee-coloured oil...
so i asked him how much he makes, coz paki ppl always want to talk about money, even the kids, i swear, kasam....yeah so he said some measly amount, and i nearly spilled my coffee and burned my mouth...
1100 rupees...1100 rupees..can't remember the exact amount...
i said, no wonder they take bribes and extort money form ppl...i tried to show empathy, coz i bought an outfit for more than that and was feeling pangs of guilt...
hmm...next thing i know he's crying and holding my shoulder, i look over to my party, eyes closed all deeply enjoying their maalishes, hmmm..emotionally unstable karachi cop on right shoulder with rifle....my brain works quickly to make calculations of my escape....in the end i realise the best course is to just let him cry and dribble and sweat on my dupatta, he's my grandad's age...
he continues, tears in his eyes,
mae rishvat lehta hota ta..lekin oos mae khoy burkat nahin thi...
jub sae maenae lena chora hae, mera ghar bungaya, buchae purgae, Allah ki burria mehr bania hoyi hae...
i think frantically for something religious and apporpriate to say....ji Allah jub saat dae to rishvat ki khoy kaam nahin hae....
and hence i diffused a potentially dangerous situation, and also counselled an old policeman...
the end...
i think it was very nice of you to offer that gesture here laila.
actions are by intentions and the reward is with Allah (swt)...
not even an iota of good is missed... (A)
BUT I WILL APOLOGISE FOR BREAKING MANY HARTS AND BRINGING A FEW BLOOD PRESSURES UP AND WINDING SOME PEOPLE UP AND PLAYING WITH SOMEONES HEAD AND MAKING SOMEONE PAY FOR DINNER AND TO ALL THOSE WHO ARE HUMANS AND HAVE SHED TEARS BECAUSE OF ME ,,,,,,
MAY ALLAH FORGIVE ME AND FORGIVE ALL OF YOU AND MAKE US GOOD MUSLIMS AND SAVE US FROM THE DOORS OF HELL,
ALLAH JUDGES NOT NASEEBERS AND NO GROUPS OF MUSLIMS!!!
i think we should take this opportunity to ask each other for forgiveness if we hurt each other knowingly or unknowingly...and also to forgive, so that Allah (SWT) will show us forgiveness... (A)
that was kind of the idea of this village, not another fight club... #: