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Uploaded by on Sep 18, 2009

late night pashto rhythm...Ajmal Khan Khattak Baaba kalaam

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  • Khanzaada orora daa da Ajmal Khan Khattak Baaba kalaam de. Chi kala daasi kalaam pa YouTube porta kaway no lag paam kawa chi ta da shaair noom hum leekay. Dera manana. Tal khushaala ossa o kor de wadaan.

  • I asked a mullah, what do you think is Paradise like?

    He ran his fingers through his beard and said

    “Fresh fruits and rivers of milk”

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  • Ajmal Khattak's 'Jannat', "Da ghairat chagha".

    (Bala Manrayi, 1953.)

  • A talib (student) was sitting nearby

    I asked him, what do you say?

    He put aside the book of Zulekha he was reading, and said

    “Beautiful women with (tattooed) green dots on their cheeks”

    A shaikh stood nearby, rolling his tasbeeh (rosary)

    He stroked his beard and said (questioning the talib):

    “No, it’s not like that!”

    “Paradise is beautiful servant boys and heavenly music.”

  • A khan raised his head from a lengthy sajda (prostration in prayer)

    What is your opinion, Khan Sahib? I asked

    He adjusted his turban and said

    “The luxuriously furnished and perfumed mansions”

    Nearby, a labourer stood in his tattered clothes

    I asked him, do you know what Paradise is?

    He wiped the sweat from his brow and said

    “It’s a full stomach and deep slumber”

  • A man, in dishevelled hair, passed by, lost in his thoughts

    I asked, what do you say, philosopher?

    Smoothing his hair, he said:

    “It’s nothing but dreams conjured up to please man”

    (Confused) I looked down into my heart and then looked up into the blue sky; and heard a murmur in reply:

    “Paradise is your home where you are the master, and at liberty;

    and if you cannot attain the freedom, then sacrifice on the path to freedom, as an ideal, is Paradise;

    Be it hellfire or the gallows”.

  •  recited by Najiba Sara Biabani, a well-respected Afghan poet, journalist and human rights activist.

  • idiot, its philosophic talk.

  • I don't think it's appropriate to have music in the Background for Islamic talks.

  • deer ala can you guys tell me where to find this music

  • Zabar10  yaar deeer ha

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