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A little something for #Pakistan #PakistanIndependenceDay #hospitality @Khalilymm @saadadilkhan @saadkhanyousfxi @Atiulllahkhan @No_Xtra0rdinary @naumanuhk @hinoo_ @pukhtana @BBCSalman @asifullahk @Arshad_Afridi @ChupShaMarha_ @The_North_Blood @Zuma_Ashna_Razi @Ciri_Fionna

“I’m Gonna Pack me off to Pakistan…” 1954 song by Dinah Shore “Pakistan”

@aaolomi The crows, Thunder and lightening. Locusts...

One of the largest thunderstorm storms hits the gulf with hail across the region and waterspouts on the sea all on the eve an invasion. the omens are omening

Have you ever seen a full rainbow. Me neither.

Magnifique. A doorway to another world maybe!?

Wholesome moment for the day

@lallathurayya Bravo.

Been more than a year and I kind of achieved 400% of this 🤓

When 740 children were condemned to the sea and the world said no, one man said yes. The world was on fire in 1942, and 740 exhausted children were trapped on a ship in the middle of the Arabian Sea with nowhere to go. These Polish orphans had already survived the horrors of Soviet labor camps, where they watched their parents perish from hunger and disease. They had traveled through Iran to reach the coast of India, praying for safety, but every British-controlled port turned them away. One by one, the doors of the world slammed shut, leaving hundreds of hungry, terrified children drifting toward a certain death. Among them was twelve-year-old Maria. She held her six-year-old brother’s hand tightly, remembering the last promise she made to their dying mother: “Keep him safe.” But as the ship’s food ran low and the medicine disappeared, Maria looked at the horizon and saw only rejection. The British authorities, who ruled India at the time, insisted the children were not their responsibility. It seemed as though these 740 souls were invisible to a world consumed by war. However, news of the wandering ship reached the ears of Jam Sahib Digvijay Singhji, the Maharaja of Nawanagar. He ruled a small princely state in Gujarat. He wasn’t a world leader with a massive army, and he certainly wasn’t required to help. In fact, by welcoming the children, he would be directly defying the British Empire, which had already said “no.” When his advisors told him the tragic story, the Maharaja didn’t ask about the cost or the political risks. He simply asked how many children there were. When they told him “seven hundred and forty,” he made a decision that would echo through history. He declared that while the British might control the ports, they did not control his conscience. In August 1942, the ship finally docked at Nawanagar. The children who walked off that gangplank were skeletal, weak, and too traumatized to even cry. They expected to see soldiers or barbed wire. Instead, they saw a man dressed in white waiting for them on the pier. The Maharaja knelt down so he could look the smallest children in the eye. Through an interpreter, he spoke words that changed their lives forever: “Do not consider yourselves orphans. From this moment on, I am your father, and you are my children.” He didn’t just give them a place to sleep; he gave them a home. In the village of Balachadi, he built a sanctuary. He didn’t try to force Indian culture on them. Instead, he hired Polish teachers so they wouldn’t forget their language. He made sure they had Polish food and allowed them to practice their religion and sing their traditional songs. Under the hot Indian sun, these children celebrated Polish Christmas and felt the warmth of a family they thought they had lost forever. For four years, while the rest of the planet was tearing itself apart, the Maharaja funded every doctor’s visit, every meal, and every schoolbook from his own personal fortune. When the war finally ended and it was time for the “children of the Maharaja” to leave, many wept. They were leaving the only place that had treated them with dignity when the rest of the world looked away. Those survivors have become doctors, engineers, and grandparents. In Poland, there are squares and schools named after Jam Sahib Digvijay Singhji, and he is remembered as a national hero. Power is not measured by the lands you conquer, but by the lives you protect. When the world closes its heart, your greatest act of rebellion is to open yours. True immortality is found in the kindness that outlasts the king.

Somewhere deep in Pakistan’s Karakoram mountains you feel like you’ve stumbled on God’s forge

Camels running in the snow on the sand, a scene you’d only imagine using AI or your imagination. Filmed in Saudi Arabia

Godzilla better not turn up. Surreal.

@ElementasSeries I read a book called " the book of the book" by Idris Shah. Half the books pages had empty pages. And the lines still hits me at the end. If you feel that the container should be thicker than the content, then surely you are thicker! Read between the lines of you will!

Someone found out my first book is 277 pages and said, "Books less than 300 aren't worth my time." I've read many fantastic reads that were less than 300 pages. How sad to miss out on good books because of a page count.

@Rainmaker1973 Tom Hiddleston anyone?

Who would you pick to play the next James Bond?

What an enchanting land. What beautiful people that reside here.

@earthcurated @_noonchai_ What an enchanting land this is, what beautiful people reside here. There's a calmness here that I have not experienced elsewhere.

Cherry Blossoms in Northern Pakistan 🌸

It’s time for Muslims to familiarize themselves with this Hadith again

The simple things in life!

The term “checkmate” comes from the Persian phrase “shah mat” which means “the king is dead.”

Love this scent. Do you?

Power in unity 🤍

Eid Surprise From Our Neighbours ❤️ Today, She Gave Eidi💷 To my Nephew&Nieces 😍