Voice of Youth

What are some amazing pictures?? (Riding on the trees) (Creepy mermaid-type thingies) ( A more cuter version of the flying Dutchmen) (Sleeping in the snow) (Building the city, block by block) (The waterfall priests) (Swimming in space) (Dancing with the stars) The painter of these amazing pictures:  Rob Gonsalves From: Deeba Butt

An  incredible story: A 12-year-old Ethiopian girl was abducted by 4 men who were forcefully trying to get her to marry one of them. She was gone missing for a week and was beaten repeatedly by these men.She was found in the forest guarded by 3 lions which reportedly chased the abductors away.The lions stood guarding her until help came and once rescuers reached, the lions left the girl. This incredible story is hard to believe but yes, it’s real and it happened. Read the full news from the link below. Kidnapped girl 'rescued' by lions From: DEEBA BUTT

We are all in the gutter 
but some of us are looking at the stars.”     What does this famous quote by Oscar Wilde actually mean?  Let me explain it.  We ALL have our own challenges and issues which are unique to us.
 No-one goes through a life without challenges but  the difference in the quality of life we live is how we respond to those challenges and what MEANING we give them. Some of us choose to see only the “gutter” -
means the pain, the problems, and the struggle while others choose to look at the stars. They dream to be better. They BELIEVE there is something better. They FOCUS on the positive side and work toward making something magical of this life. It is the land of the law, but if your belief is strong  then world stands in awe of you because you chose to turn misery into mastery, pain into passion, dilemma into diligence, reckless into resilience,  Average into amazing, lazy into legendary and helplessness into hard work And we all know that hard work

A Hero never dies. Any one in this world can be a hero if he wants to be. This was the sentence of my late cousin, which completely change my life after his death.        Let me explain it further.. It was a Monday morning, I was just ready to go to college when a person entered and said …………..Your cousin died due to heart attack……………… This was not a sentence ..it was just like a bad omen. Everyone was shocked because he was a well settled 25 years old healthy person… So we canceled our daily routine plans and gathered at my aunt home.I remember when I entered at her home I heard many sentences like. A lady said, ‘He was so young, a young architecture .. May his soul rest in peace’. A child said, ‘He was the only friend of mine’. His brother raised a question, ‘He was my teacher and mentor why he died??’ His colleague said, ‘He was our team leader, a jolly and well-spoken person, May God accept all of his good deeds’. At that time I also raised a question. I aske

Poetry  :   From:   عبدر رحمان وڑائچ Luqman Amjad,Shazia Ali  Let me start the poetry section 4 with this precious poetry میر سپاہ ناسزا لشکریاں شکستہ صف میر سپاہ ناسزا لشکریاں شکستہ صف  آہ وہ تیر نیم کش جس کا نہ ہو کوئی ہدف تیرے محیط میں کہیں گوہر زندگی نہیں  ڈھونڈ چکا میں موج موج دیکھ چکا صدف صدف عشق بتاں سے ہاتھ اٹھا اپنی خودی میں ڈوب جا  نقش و نگار دیر میں خون جگر نہ کر تلف کھول کے کیا بیاں کروں سر مقام مرگ و عشق  عشق ہے مرگ باشرف مرگ حیات بے شرف صحبت پیر روم سے مجھ پہ ہوا یہ راز فاش  لاکھ حکیم سربجیب ایک کلیم سر بکف مثل کلیم ہو اگر معرکہ آزما کوئی  اب بھی درخت طور سے آتی ہے بانگ لاتخف خیرہ نہ کر سکا مجھے جلوۂ دانش فرنگ  سرمہ ہے میری آنکھ کا خاک مدینہ و نجف  Poet :Allama Iqbal From: Sazia Ali  ..................................................................................... .................................. Hm k thery ajmbi Hm k thery ajmbi kitni mdaratoo k bd... Phir bnin gain ajnbi ,kitni mulaqatoo k bd...? Kb nzr ma ay g

Poetry  :   From: Nawaz Mehboob ,  عبدر رحمان وڑائچ Luqman Amjad , Khunsha Qureshi , Maroosha Qureshi.  Let me start the poetry section 3 with this precious poetry تلح یاد ھر تیری تلح ادا یاد ائی ہاے تیری وہ جفا یاد ائی میں نے مانگی تھی خدا سے اک دن وصل یاراں کی دعا یاد ائی ایسی ویرانی ہوئی دل پر میرے مجھے پھر بانگ ہما یاد ائی واجبات وصال پورے کئے فرض باقی تھے ، قضا یاد ائی وہ مجھے چھوڑ گئے تو نواز حکمت خلق خدا یاد ائی ا Poet :Nawaz Mehboob ....................................................................................................................... زہر لگتا ہے زہر لگتا ہے مجھے تیرا یہ مسکرانا ` سبب جب کبھی اس کا، میں نہ ہوں Poet :  عبدر رحمان وڑائچ . ....................................................................................................................... Swall ka jwab Khyal jis ka tha mjy ,khyal ma mila mjy.... Swall ka jwab bi,swall ma mila mjy Poet : munir niyazi From : Luqman Amjad (Gu

Poetry  :   From: Muhammad Atif Khokher , Luqman Amjad and Iram Poetry is language of spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings .A poet writes it's poetry when his emotions found  thoughts and thoughts found words.You will find poetry no-where unless you will bring some of it with you..  So without wasting more time let me start the poetry section 3 with this precious poetry میری کاوش جس میں اخلاص کا مزا نہ ہوا وہ تعلق بھی دیر پا نہ ہوا وہ کبھی دوست ہونہیں سکتا جو کبھی تم سے گر خفا نہ ہوا شدتِ غم سے دل رکا ایسے پھردھڑکنےکاحوصلہ نہ ہوا میرا قد اور ہو گیا اونچا کھینچنے والوں سےگلا نہ ہوا ڈھونڈتےہو اسے بتوں میں کیا ہاتھ جو آئے وہ خدا نہ ہوا یوں تو دنیا میں ہیں بہت شاعر تجھ سا غالب غزل سرا نہ ہو ا Poet :Ghalib  From: Iram  (Lahore) .............................................................................................................................. دریچہ ہائے خیال چاہتا ہوں کہ بھول جاؤں تمہیں اور یہ سب دریچہ ہائے خیال جو تمہاری ہی

Poetry :  From:  Ayesha Hassan ,  Nazia,  Ali Haider , Khunsha Qureshi Gujrat.. Poetry is language of spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings .A poet writes it's poetry when his emotions found  thoughts and thoughts found words.You will find poetry no-where unless you will bring some of it with you..  So without wasting more time let me start the poetry section with this precious poetry اصل مرد مجاحد    صوفی کی طریقت میں فقط مستی احوال ملا کی شریعت میں فقط مستی گفتار شاعر کی نوا مردہ و افسردہ و بے ذوق افکار میں سرمست، نہ خوابیدہ نہ بیدار وہ مرد مجاہد نظر آتا نہیں مجھ کو ہو جس کے رگ و پے میں فقط مستی کردار Poet :Allama Iqbal  From: Ayesha Hassan .............................................................................................................................. نہ گنواؤ ناوک نیم کش دل ریزہ ریزہ گنوا دیا نہ گنواؤ ناوک نیم کش دل ریزہ ریزہ گنوا دیا  جو بچے ہیں سنگ سمیٹ لو تن داغ داغ لٹا دیا  مرے چارہ گر کو نوید ہو صف دشمناں

Abdullah Atiq (Personal Inspiring story)                                           Let the beauty of what you love be what you do This quotation represents my life very well.. A week ago when i was standing in Keran ,Azad Kashmir Pakistan at dusk.. a question rises in my mind.. Who am i?? A debater / a well spoken person / an unknown social worker /a jolly friend/ a lover of Imran Khan or a motivational teacher ..and a smile appeared on my face... Did you know why?? Because after a very long time i was enjoying my own company by raising such questions.. Let me disclose my beautiful journey from stage towards class room and NGO..so flash back. . It was my first day in university of Gujrat.. I was moving towards the B.S block because of my admission in bs hons chemistry..  hey please don't be afraid of chemistry. . .....actually...... I was also nervous at that time.. It was a new place and a new journey for me.. Although i was the best anchor of my clg and

historical fiction: it  is a term used as a synonym for  historical novels ,  in which the plot takes place in a setting located in the past.  An essential element of historical fiction is that it is set in the past and pays attention to the manners, social conditions and other details of the period depicted. so my favourite Muslim writers who write the historical fictions books are as 1. Coffee & Orange Blossoms: 7 Years & 15 Days in Tyre, Lebanon by   Nate Scholz When he moved to Lebanon to live in a Shia Muslim neighborhood, Nate Scholz knew he was in for an adventure. The aroma of orange blossoms wafting over the countryside was as inviting as the people he met. To avoid offending his Arab hosts, Nate learned to enjoy drinking bitter coffee. By the time the bombs started falling seven years later, Nate had married the woman of h....... link  https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18601742-coffee-orange-blossoms 2.Painted Hands by   Jennifer Zobair Musli