This is a scene from the movie”Hum Dono” where Dev Anad is singing the song.
This is a scene from the movie”Hum Dono” where Dev Anad is singing the song.
Offering
Selima’s daughter had an exam, she was concerned for she didn’t spend enough time studying.
She requested her mother to pray that she is successful, it was an important exam, if she did well, she’d have a chance to qualify for medical school.
Selima sat on the prayer rug and started praying for her daughter, she promised she’d donate some money to the local orphanage.
The results were out her daughter Neela was unsuccessful, Selima was disappointed but kept her promise of giving the gift to the Orphanage.
Neela questioned her mother about the donation, Selima said, “I’ve realized I must not make my offering as a bribe to God for something I want!
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Open your nearest book to page 82. Take the third full sentence on the page, and work it into a post somehow.
He smiles.
I entered my living room to look for a book, suddenly I felt there was someone else, besides me, I turned around, at first I could not recognize him, he called my name, I looked up straight at him and asked, ” what brings you here?”
My unfriendly question took him by surprise. He smiles. ” Wow you’ve changed he said, do you always welcome your guests this way?”
It was my time to reply, “not really I said, you always show up when you want something, I’m afraid today is a bad day I’m in no mood to give you anything, please leave.”
He stood up I could see clearly he was disappointed, I was in a sour mood and was hardly in a giving mood, he quietly left without saying another word.
It was a few years ago my brother Waseem wrote a book, he sent the draft to one of his friends, I knew nothing about it, I was angry, he did not trust me enough to let me know about his book.
His friend liked what he wrote, he published it in his name, my brother found out about it but took no action against his friend.
This was the first time I saw my brother, I was still annoyed with him for being so stupid, he trusted anyone and everyone but could not trust his own sister,somehow he thought if it’s a friend, he is trustworthy.
I could not believe he’d come after all these years to see me, after he left I got ready to go out to run some errands, on my way out I saw something in the mailbox, it was an envelope I picked it up, came inside to see who left this piece of mail for me.
It was a note from my brother, he apologized for not trusting me, this time he said, “I’ve written another book I want you to read the draft and let me know what you think.”
Those words made me so happy, I instantly forgave him and invited him to come to the house for dinner!
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