Shoaib Here For Dare Dreams. This is the point from which I could never return,And if I back down now then forever I burn,This is the point from which I could never retreat Cause If I turn back now there can never be peace,This is the point from which I will die and succeed,Living the struggle, I know I'm alive when I bleed,From now on it can never be the same as before,Cause the place I'm from doesn't exist anymore. Fight for Peace.spread love..Religion is for Humanity.if Humanity is not there,no religion is there.. Wings oF Fire: December 2009

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Assalamalekum / Hi Friends :)

I'm Shoaib ahamed.

ShOaibSam.BeingHuman

Naa mi samjah paoongah ,Naa aap samaj pavogeh.May be Only ALLAH can Explain.

I'm INDIAN MUSLIM.I LOVE MY COUNTRY.
My blog is started on Friday ,July 17/6/2005.This Blog for sharing cool things.what I Have learned and studying in Life..This Blog is Not for
ONE purpose(TOPIC). What is happening around the world.This Blog wants to spread love.I'm Working Hard as Being Human.fight for justice,peace.Unique to all.MORE TO DO.


When proudness I comes ,God will format U.. So Be Humble Baby.


"There is one thing you should never forget okay.
No matter how gifted, you alone cannot change the world.
But that's the reason why the world we living is so special."

"Some are in if for Justice."

"Sometimes, the questions are complicated - and the answers are simple."

"Being alone is better than being with the wrong person."

"Learn to treasure your life because unfortunately, it can be taken away from you anytime."

"Let's show him...that the good guys always win".

"Humanity has the power to change the future."

I know you have everything But you are nothing.I don't have anything But I'm something.

"I have two rules: First, I'm never wrong. Second, if I'm wrong... back to the first rule."

My life (Infinity ∞,circle 0) is mystery with Deleted History.

May Be you are successful to Erase ,Delete ,format History.But Unfortunately Truth is " History Repeat itself ".

If You start me with violence, you are going to end with violence.As Per my experience.You Don't know How violence will be..Do you want to see your end.Just mess with me.

You Have two options.Be wise to see me as Being Human or Monster..Choose is yours.


"There are... many types of monsters in this world: Monsters who will not show themselves and who cause trouble; monsters who abduct children; monsters who devour dreams; monsters who suck blood, and... monsters who always tell lies. Lying monsters are a real nuisance. They are much more cunning than other monsters. They pose as humans even though they have no understanding of the human heart. They eat even though they've never experienced hunger. They study even though they have no interest in academics. They seek friendship even though they do not know how to love. If I were to encounter such a monster, I would likely be eaten by it. Because in truth, I am that monster."

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Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Website for Answering the critics of the master of cricket Sachin Tendulkar

Sachin Tendulkar's Official website - www.tendulkaropuscom |
Sachin denies having an account on Twitter. Dont follow his fake twitter acc.
Website for Answering the critics( Sachinandcritics.com )of the master of cricket Sachin Tendulkar .
Click this to get the details of the matches which was led to victory by Sachin and the sole contributions of Sachin to win the various matches.

Click this to know the proved facts. After going through this page you won't be able to label Sachin Tendulkar as a selfish player.

Through this page I can prove that Sachin Tendulkar has given spectacular performance against the strong teams and great bowlers too
Criticism is fine, but should be done constructively. Many critics of Sachin are trying their best to hide the truth. I am neither a blind fan of Sachin nor a believer of Sachin as a god, but Sachin is undoubtedly the best cricketer ever born in the history of cricket which i am ready to prove. Most of the critics belong to c grade newspaper community and the people who are almost ignorant about cricket. Before entering the site, before checking the stats in the site i kindly request you to just take a look what the legends of cricket evaluate about Sachin. Some critics consider Sachin as genius, at the same time they allegate that Sachin's performance is of no benifit to the Indian team and is just playing for himselves. The sole mission of this site is to eliminate these false perceptions.


SACHIN TENDULKAR IS NOT A MATCH WINNER !

SACHIN IS SELFISH & PLAYING FOR RECORDS !

SACHIN SCORES AGAINST ONLY WEAK TEAMS!

SACHIN FAILS TO PERFORM UNDER PRESSURE !

SACHIN PERFORMS POOR ON FOREIGN LANDS !

Sachin Tendulkar's Performance in series finals
Greatest Record in Oneday International cricket
Injustice done to Sachin Tendulkar by ICC

Sachin the real hero of New Zeland tour
Reply for the analysis - Dravid is India's Greatest
Usain Bolt likes to watch Sachin Tendulkar

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Sunday, December 27, 2009

Embodiment of Love



My Mother
Embodiment of Love
During the II world war in 1941, it was a difficult time for our family at Rameswaram. I was a ten year old boy then. War had almost reached our doors of Rameswaram since the cloud of war had already reached Colombo. Almost everything was a rarity from food articles to anything. Ours was a large joint family. The size of our family was five sons and five daughters and three of whom had families. I used to see in my house anytime three cradles. My grandmother and mother were almost managing this large contingent. The environment in the home alternated by happiness and sadness. I used to get up at four in the morning, take bath and went to my teacher Swamiyar for learning mathematics. He will not accept students if they had not taken bath. He was a unique mathematics teacher and he used to take only five students for free tuition in a year. My mother used to get up before me, and gave bath to me and prepared me to go for the tuition. I use to comeback at 5:30 when my father would be waiting for taking me to the Namaz and Koran Sharif learning in Arabic school. After that I used to go to Rameswaram Road Railway station, three kilometers away to collect newspaper. Madras Dhanushkodi Mail will pass through the station but will not stop, since it was war time. The newspaper bundle will be thrown from the running train to the platform.
I used to collect the paper and run around the Rameswaram town and be the first one to distribute the newspapers in the town. My elder cousin brother was the agent who went away to Sri Lanka in search of better livelihood. After distribution, I used to come home at 8 AM. My mother will give me a simple breakfast with a special quota compared to other children because I was studying and working simultaneously. After the school gets over in the evening, again I will go around Rameswaran for collection of dues from customers. I still remember an incident which I would like to share with you. As a young boy I was walking, running and studying all together. One day, when all my brothers and sisters were sitting and eating, my mother went on giving me chapattis (even though we are rice eaters only, wheat was rationed). When I finished eating, my elder brother called me privately and scolded “Kalam do you know what was happening? You went on eating Chappati, and mother went on giving you. She has given all her chappatis to you. It is difficult time. Be a responsible son and do not make your mother starve”. First time I had a shivering sensation and I could not control myself. I rushed to my mother and hugged her. Even though I was studying in 5th class, I had a special place in my home because I was the last guy in the family. There used to be no electricity. Our house was lit by the kerosene lamp that too between 7 to 9 PM. My mother specially gave me a small kerosene lamp so that I can study up to 11 PM. I still remember my mother in a full moon night which has been portrayed with the title “mother” in my book “Wings of Fire”.
Mother“I still remember the day when I was ten,Sleeping on your lap to the envy of my elder brothers and sisters.It was full moon night, my world only you knew Mother!, My Mother!When at midnight, I woke with tears falling on my kneeYou knew the pain of your child, My Mother.Your caring hands, tenderly removing the painYour love, your care, your faith gave me strength,To face the world without fear and with His strength.We will meet again on the great Judgment Day. My Mother!
This is the story of my mother who lived ninety three years, a woman of love, a woman of kindness and above all a woman of divine nature. My mother performed Namaz five times everyday. During Namaz, my mother always looked angelic. Every time I saw her during Namaz I was inspired and moved.

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