*robbery rage* *Hamid Mir* * We had heard a lot of stories about the amazing corruption of politicians. Yesterday afternoon we had the opportunity to hear the corruption stories of a man who, who, who, who, who, for many years, years, years, years, was both a wonder and anathema to many politicians. This person's name was Faiz Hameed. *I thought that I knew a lot about the person, person, person, person, but yesterday I met three such personalities at a friend's place, and after listening to their conversation, I felt that Faiz Hameed is not the head of any intelligence agency but of an underworld gang from 2019 to 2021. were* *After hearing the stories of Faiz Hameed's looting, I had to admit that there are other places beyond the stars and there are many more tests to trace Faiz's corruption.* * A businessman present in this gathering did not say anything that was heard, but he was telling his own bait. In 2021, a false case was made against him,him,him,him
It was the last hour of the night.. It was so cold that it penetrated deep into the bones.. The rain was so heavy that today it will bring out the next and last rain..
I was returning in my car from a business trip to another city and I was feeling cold even though the car heater was on.. I only wanted to get home as soon as possible and crawl into bed.. At that time, blankets and beds were the greatest blessings for me.
The roads were completely deserted, not even an animal was visible.. People were huddled in their warm beds in this cold weather..
As soon as I turned the car into my street, I saw a shadow in the rain drenched in the light of the car.. He had something like a plastic bag covered over his head to avoid the rain and he was standing in the street avoiding the water. It was going slowly.. I was very surprised that a person could go out at this time even in this weather and felt sorry for him that I don't know what compulsion forced him to go out in this torrential rain at that hour.. I drove the car close to him. He stopped and lowered the glass and asked him.. "Brother, where are you going?".? Let me leave you."
He looked at me and said.. "Thank you brother.. I'm just near here, so I'll go on foot." I asked in a curious tone.. "Where are you going at this time?" .?" He answered with great confidence.. "Masjid.." I asked in surprise.. "What are you going to do in the mosque at this time..?" he said.. "I am the muezzin of this mosque and I go to the mosque to give the Fajr call." After saying this, he went on his way and lost me in a new thought.
Have we ever thought till today, whether there is a storm or rain in the cold winter night, who is it that raises the voice of Allah's call at its time..???
Who is it that tells us that "prayer is better than sleep"..???
Who is it that declares "come to prayer..come to success"..???
And he is so sure of this success that neither cold nor rain can stop him from fulfilling this duty.
When the whole world is enjoying sleep in its warm beds, he gets up to fulfill his duty. With the blessings of the world system is running.
My heart wanted to come down and greet him, but he had gone.. and after a while, as soon as the air echoed with the voice of Allahu Akbar, my steps also went towards the mosque..
Today, walking to the mosque in the cold was better than a warm bed and sleep.
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May Allah give us the no and courage to pray in congregation five times a day
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