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Makka & Madina LIVE on your Desktop...

Live programs from Makkah and Madeena on your desktop.

Please do the following steps:
Come to the Desktop First

• Right Click -> New -> Shortcut

New Window Will Appear

• Type mms://38.96.148.74/Quran2
• Then Click Next
• Type Any name as “Makkah” 
• Then Finish

Open The Short Cut. Now its playing Makkah Live Program. just wait for a while for bufferning.

Do the Same Procedure for Madeena Live Program Using the urlmms://38.96.148.74/Sunna2

Awesome Home Decor Ideas

From nautical to natural, decor trends for Fall-Winter 2010 make you want to re-fashion your living space. Here's a look at some stylish decor ideas. Do not forget to take tips...

Earthy Charm: Environmental consciousness and sustainable living make their way into home decor. The emphasis is on recyclable and natural materials. Jute, bamboo, cane and wicker furniture find company in cotton, silk and wool to create an earthy moodboard for winter. The look is minimal so don't overdo the lighting or furniture. The best accessories are potted plants, flowers and natural light.

Get the look: Bamboo mat Rs. 125; Bamboo and cane tray Rs. 880; Ceramic mug Rs 320, all Fabindia. Kettle Rs. 830 and wooden plate Rs 325, both Tarini. Checked journal, Maspar Rs. 525

Get the look: Bamboo mat, Fabindia Rs 125; Decorative bundled paper, FCML Rs 5,080

Get the look: Coconut leaf platter Rs. 710 and decor balls Rs. 1290, both FCML.

Aye, Aye, Captain! Cruise to a home makeover with the nautical trend. Mix fine leather furniture with a decorative compass, a magnifying glass, hardbound volumes of classics and even a good old bridge set. Scour the local flea market for worn out maps, posters and any other knick-knacks before you set out on your voyage of redecoration.

See what happened to Venice !!

Effects of Global Warming on Venice. St. Marks Square is now under knee deep in sea water. See the coffee tables half submerged. it is predicted that Venice will be gone by 100 years due to the sea level getting higher and higher... from what we see now i think it takes less than 50 years Venice will be gone !! so, hurry go visit Venice before it disappear from our world map !

See what climatic changes have done to Venice ........

40 Interesting Facts

1. California has issued at least 6 drivers licenses to people named Jesus Christ.

2. Kangaroos can not walk backwards.

3. 'Jedi' is an official religion, with over 70,000 followers, in Australia.

4. According to a recent survey, more than half of British adults have had sex in a public place!

5. Most alcoholic beverages contain all 13 minerals necessary to sustain human life.

6. Nachos is the food most craved by pregnant women.

7. Each year, 24,000 Americans are bitten by rats!

8. Most dreams last only 5 to 20 minutes.

9. The hair of an adult man or woman can stretch 25 percent of its length without breaking.

10. On average, the life span of an American dollar bill is eighteen months.

11. Non-dairy creamer is flammable.

12. The first domain name ever registered was Symbolics.com.

13. Americans collectively eat one hundred pounds of chocolate every second.

14. U.S. President Calvin Coolidge liked to eat breakfast while having his head rubbed with Vaseline.

15. When a giraffe's baby is born it falls from a height of six feet, normally without being hurt.

16. Venus is the only planet that rotates clockwise.

17. The creator of the NIKE Swoosh symbol was paid only $35 for the design.

18. How does a shark find fish? It can hear their hearts beating.

19. Penguins can convert salt water into fresh water.

20. In ten minutes, a hurricane releases more energy than all the world's nuclear weapons combined!

21. The IRS employees tax manual has instructions for collecting taxes after a nuclear war.

22. During WWII, because a lot of players were called to duty, the Pittsburgh Steelers and Philadelphia Eagles combined to become The Steagles.

23. Nearly 22,000 checks will be deducted from the wrong account over the next hour.

24. More than 50% of the people in the world have never made or received a telephone call.

25. There are more fatal car accidents in July than any other month.

26. There are more bacteria in your mouth than there are people in the world.

27. More than 2 million documents will be lost by the IRS this year.

28. Bats always turn left when exiting a cave.

29. Washington, D.C. has one lawyer for every 19 residents!

30. Avocados have more protein than any other fruit.

31. The average car produces a pound of pollution every 25 miles!

32. Cranberries are sorted for ripeness by bouncing them; a fully ripened cranberry can be dribbled like a basketball.

33. In 1980, a Las Vegas hospital suspended workers for betting on when patients would die!

34. The most powerful electric eel is found in the rivers of Brazil, Columbia, Venezuela, and Peru, and produces a shock of 400-650 volts.

35. If the population of China walked past you in single file, the line would never end because of the rate of reproduction.

36. Antarctica is the only land on our planet that is not owned by any country.

37. In India, people are legally allowed to marry a dog!

38. You are more likely to get attacked by a cow than a shark.

39. Half of all identity thieves are either relatives, friends, or neighbors of their victims.

40. One in three male motorists picks their nose while driving.

She's My Sister :: Inspiring Story

Her cheeks were worn and sunken, and her skin hugged her bones. That didn’t stop her because you could never catch her not reciting Qur’an. She was always vigil in her personal prayer room that our father had set up for her. Bowing, prostrating, raising her hands in prayer, was the way she was from dawn to sunset and back again; boredom was for other people.
As for me, I craved nothing more than fashion magazines and novels. I treated myself to videos until the trips to the rental place became my trademark. It’s a saying that when something becomes habit, people tend to distinguish you by it. I was negligent in my responsibilities and my salah was characterized by laziness.
One night, after a long three hours of watching, I turned the video off. The adhan rose softly in the quiet night. I slipped peacefully into my blanket.
Her voice called me from her prayer room. “Yes? Would you like anything Noorah?” I asked.
With a sharp needle she popped my plans. “Don’t sleep before you pray Fajr!”
Agghh! “There’s still an hour before Fajr. That was only the first adhan,” I said.
With those loving pinches of hers, she called me closer. She was like that even before the fierce sickness shook her spirit and shut her in bed. “Hanan, can you come sit beside me.”
I could never refuse any of her requests; you could touch the purity and sincerity in her.“Yes, Noorah?”
“Please sit here.”
“Alright, I’m sitting. What’s on your mind?”
With the sweetest mono voice she began reciting:
Every soul shall taste death and you will merely be repaid your earnings on the Day of Resurrection.
She stopped thoughtfully. Then she asked, “Do you believe in death?”
“Of course I do,”I replied.
“Do you believe that you shall be responsible for whatever you do, regardless of how small or large?”
“I do, but Allah is Forgiving and Merciful, and I’ve got a long life waiting for me.”
“Stop it Hanan! Are you not afraid of death and its abruptness? Take a look at Hind. She was younger than you but she died in a car accident. Death is age-blind and your age could never be a measure of when you shall die.”
The darkness of the room filled my skin with fear. “I’m scared of the dark and now you made me scared of death. How am I supposed to go to sleep now? Noorah, I thought you promised you’d go with us on vacation during the summer break.”
Her voice broke and her heart quivered. “I might be going on a long trip this year Hanan, but somewhere else. All of our lives are in Allah’s hands and we all belong to Him.”
My eyes welled and the tears slipped down both cheeks. I pondered my sisters grizzly sickness. The doctors had informed my father in private that there was not much hope Noorah was going to outlive the disease. She wasn’t told, so I wondered who hinted to her. Or was it that she could sense the truth?
“What are you thinking about Hanan?”Her voice was sharp. “Do you think I am just saying this because I am sick? I hope not. In fact, I may live longer than people who are not sick. How long are you going to live Hanan? Perhaps twenty years? Maybe forty? Then what?”Through the dark she reached for my hand and squeezed gently. “There’s no difference between us; we’re all going to leave this world to live in Paradise or agonize in Hell. Listen to the words of Allah:
Anyone who is pushed away from the Fire and shown into Jannah will have triumphed.
I left my sister’s room dazed, her words ringing in my ears:“May Allah guide you Hanan – don’t forget your prayer.”
I heard pounding on my door at eight o’clock in the morning. I don’t usually wake up at this time. There was crying and confusion. O Allah, what happened?

Noorah’s condition became critical after Fajr; they took her to the hospital immediately.
Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji’oon.
There wasn’t going to be any trips this summer. It was written that I would spend the summer at home.
It felt like an eternity had gone by when it was one o’clock in the afternoon. Mother phoned the hospital.
“Yes. You can come and see her now.” Dad’s voice had changed, and mother could sense something had gone deathly wrong. We left immediately.
Where was that avenue I used to travel and thought was so short? Why was it so very long now? Where was the cherished crowd and traffic that would give me a chance to gaze left and right? Everyone, just move out of our way!
Mother was shaking her head in her hands crying as she made du’a for her Noorah. We arrived at the hospital’s main entrance. One man was moaning, while another was involved in an accident. A third man’s eyes were iced. You couldn’t tell if he was dead or alive.
Noorah was in intensive care. We skipped stairs to her floor. The nurse approached us. “Let me take you to her.”
As we walked down the aisles the nurse went on expressing how sweet of a girl Noorah was. She somewhat reassured Mother that Noorah’s condition had gotten better than what it was in the morning. “Sorry. No more than one visitor at a time,” the nurse said.
This was the intensive care unit. Past the flurry white robes, through the small window in the door, I caught my sister’s eyes. Mother was standing beside her. After about two minutes, mother came out unable to control her crying. “You may enter and say salaam to her on the condition that you do not speak too long,” they told me. “Two minutes should be enough.”
“How are you Noorah? You were fine last night sister, what happened?”
We held hands; she squeezed harmlessly. “Even now, alhamdulillah, I’m doing fine.”
“Alhamdulillah…but…your hands are so cold.”
I sat on her bedside and rested my fingers on her knee. She jerked it away. “Sorry, did I hurt you?“
“No, it is just that I remembered Allah’s words.”
Waltafatul saaqu bil saaq (One leg will be wrapped to the other leg [in the death shroud]).
“Hanan pray for me. I may be meeting the first day of the Hereafter very soon. It’s a long journey and I haven’t prepared enough good deeds in my suitcase.”
A tear escaped my eye and ran down my cheek at her words. I cried and she joined me. The room blurred away and left us two sisters to cry together. Rivulets of tears splashed down on my sister’s palm, which I held with both hands. Dad was now becoming more worried about me. I’ve never cried like that before.
At home and upstairs in my room, I watched the sun pass away with a sorrowful day. Silence mingled in our corridors. One after another, my cousins came in my room. The visitors were many and all the voices from downstairs stirred together. Only one thing was clear at that point – Noorah had died!
I stopped distinguishing who came and who went. I couldn’t remember what they said. O Allah, where was I? What was going on? I couldn’t even cry anymore.
Later that week they told me what had happened. Dad had taken my hand to say goodbye to my sister for the last time. I had kissed Noorah’s head.
I remember only one thing while seeing her spread on that bed – the bed that she was going to die on. I remembered the verse she recited:
One leg will be wrapped to the other leg (in the death shroud).
And I knew too well the truth of the next verse:
The drive on that day will be to your Lord (Allah)!
I tiptoed into her prayer room that night. Staring at the quiet dressers and silenced mirrors, I treasured the person that had shared my mother’s stomach with me. Noorah was my twin sister.
I remembered who I had swapped sorrows with, who comforted my rainy days. I remembered who prayed for my guidance and who spent so many tears for many long nights telling me about death and accountability. May Allah save us all.
Tonight is Noorah’s first night that she shall spend in her tomb. O Allah, have mercy on her and illumine her grave. This was her Qur’an and her prayer mat. And this was the spring, rose-colored dress that she told me she would hide until she got married; the dress she wanted to keep just for her husband.
I remembered my sister and cried over all the days that I had lost. I prayed to Allah to have mercy on me, accept me and forgive me. I prayed to Allah to keep her firm in her grave as she always liked to mention in her supplications.
At that moment, I stopped. I asked myself what if it was I who had died. Where would I be moving on to? Fear pressed me and the tears began all over again.

“Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar…” The first adhan rose softly from the masjid. It sounded so beautiful this time. I felt calm and relaxed as I repeated the mu’adhin’s call. I wrapped the shawl around my shoulders and stood to pray Fajr. I prayed as if it was my last prayer, a farewell prayer, just like Noorah had done yesterday. It had been her last Fajr.
Now, and in sha Allah for the rest of my life, if I awake in the morning I do not count on being alive by evening, and in the evening I do not count on being alive by morning. We are all going on Noorah’s journey. What have we prepared for it?

Admissions and Scholarships for Pakistani Students

I wanted to share with you education opportunities available in different institutions at different levels and some scholarships.

Engineering Programs


University of Engineering and Technology (UET), Lahore has announced of admission to B.Sc. Technology programs at University City Campus (Kala Shah Kaku) for Entry 2010.
http://pkeducation.org/2010/11/13/uet-lahore-admission-to-bsc-technology-programs-for-entry-2010/

Dawood College of Engineering and Technology (DCET), Karachi has invited applications for admission to bachelor degree programs in engineering for session 2011.
http://pkeducation.org/2010/11/06/dawood-college-of-engineering-and-technology-admission-for-session-2011/

University of Engineering and Technology (UET), Lahore has admissions open to Ph.D. programs for Entry Fall 2010.
http://pkeducation.org/2010/11/14/uet-lahore-admission-to-phd-programs-for-entry-2010/

Quaid-e-Awam University of Engineering, Science and Technology, Nawabshah has invited applications for admission to postgraduate (ME/MS) Evening Program.
http://pkeducation.org/2010/11/06/quaid-e-awam-university-of-engineering-science-and-technology-admission-to-master-programs/

Business Administration, Economics and Management Sciences Programs

Institute of Administrative Sciences, University of the Punjab, Lahore has admission open to Master of Public Administration (MPA) with specialization in HRM.
http://pkeducation.org/2010/11/05/university-of-the-punjab-admission-to-mpa-for-session-2010-12/

Institute of Business Administration (IBA), Karachi has admission open to MS Economics for Spring session 2011 in Morning and Evening programs.
http://pkeducation.org/2010/11/10/iba-karachi-admission-to-ms-economics-for-spring-2011/

Lahore University of Management Sciences (LUMS), a pre-eminent and leading university of South Asia providing world-class education, has admission open for Fall 2011 intake.
http://pkeducation.org/2010/11/20/lahore-university-of-management-sciences-admission-for-fall-2011-intake/

Institute of Business and Technology (Biztek), Karachi has announced for admissions for Spring 2011 session.
http://pkeducation.org/2010/11/06/institute-of-business-and-technology-admission-for-spring-2011-session/

Admissions to Universities

National University of Modern Languages (NUML), Islamabad has admissions open to full-time morning/evening programs for session starting from January 2011.
http://pkeducation.org/2010/11/14/national-university-of-modern-languages-islamabad-admission-for-january-2011-session/


University of Azad Jammu and Kashmir has invited applications for admission (Session 2010-2011) atMuzaffarabad, Rawalakot and Kotli campuses.
http://pkeducation.org/2010/11/06/university-of-azad-jammu-and-kashmir-admission-for-session-2010-11/

Computer and Natural Sciences Programs

Institute of Business Administration (IBA), Karachi has admissions open for Spring 2011 to BS, MS andPhD programs at Faculty of Computer Science.
http://pkeducation.org/2010/11/09/iba-karachi-admissions-to-computer-science-programs-for-spring-2011/

Department of Computer Science, Shah Abdul Latif University, Khairpur has admission open to computer science and information technology programs for session 2011.
http://pkeducation.org/2010/11/06/shah-abdul-latif-university-admission-to-computer-science-programs-for-session-2011/


Center of Excellence in Marine Biology, University of Karachi has invited applications for admission inMS / PhD programs in Marine Biology.
http://pkeducation.org/2010/11/06/center-of-excellence-in-marine-biology-admission-to-ms-and-phd-programs/

Professional Training

Institute for Advancing Career and Talents (iACT), Karachi is providing career development trainings to young people at subsidized rates.
http://pkeducation.org/2010/11/08/institute-for-advancing-career-and-talents-career-development-trainings/

Scholarships
Government of Brunei Darussalam is offering annual scholarships to Pakistani students for Bachelor, Master and Ph.D. study.
http://pkeducation.org/2010/11/14/higher-education-commission-brunei-darussalam-scholarships-for-session-2011-12/

HEC Pakistan has invited applications, against Foreign Funded Scholarship Program, for award ofIslamic Development Bank Merit Scholarships for PhD and Post Doctoral studies.
http://pkeducation.org/2010/10/26/higher-education-commission-idb-merit-scholarships-for-phd-and-post-doctoral-studies-2011-12/


Admission to Schools

The Cadet College Mastung, which is an English medium residential institution has announced admissions in Class 7 for the Session 2011.http://pkeducation.org/2010/10/31/cadet-college-mastung-admissions-to-7th-class-for-session-2011/

Pakistan International Public School and Colleges (PIPS), Abbotabad has invited applications for admission to Nursery, Prep and more classes.
http://pkeducation.org/2010/11/06/pakistan-international-public-school-and-colleges-admission-to-nursery-and-other-classes/

Cadet College Skardu, operating under Ministry of Kashmir Affairs and Gilgit Baltistan, has invited applications for admission in Class 8.
http://pkeducation.org/2010/11/20/cadet-college-skardu-admission-to-class-8/

Army Burn Hall College for Girls, Abbottabad has invited applications, for admission to Prep Class for session 2011.
http://pkeducation.org/2010/11/20/army-burn-hall-college-for-girls-admission-to-prep-class-for-session-2011/

GOD.. One More Chance Please !!!!!

It's another morning....  I have to go to office.

WHAT???? This is me!!! I shouted seeing my picture in the newspaper. But what the HELL is it doing in the obituary column??

Strange.

One sec... Let me think, last night when I went to bed I had severe pain in my chest, but I don't remember anything after that, I think I had sound sleep.

Its morning now, oh... It's already 10:00 AM, where is my coffee? I will be late for office and my boss will get a chance to shout at me.

Where is everyone? I screamed.

"I think there is a crowd outside my room, let me check." I said to myself.

So many people... Not all of them are crying. But why are some of them crying.

WHAT IS THIS??? I'm lying there on a bed in the drawing room!!!!

"I AM HERE”. I shouted!!! No one listened.
"LOOK I AM NOT DEAD”. I screamed once again!!! No one was interested in me.
They were all looking at me lying on the bed.

I went back to my bed room.

"Am I dead??"  I asked myself.

Where are my wife, my children, my mom-dad, my friends?

I found them in the next room, all of them were crying. Still trying to console each other.

My wife was crying. She was really looking sad.
My little kid was not sure what happened, but he was crying just coz his mom was sad.

How can I go without telling my kid that I really love him, I really do care for him....??
How can I go without telling my wife that she is really the most beautiful and the most caring wife in this world..??
How can I go without telling my parents that I am what I am just because of them...??
How can I go without telling my friends that without them, perhaps I would have
Done wrong things in life- thanks for being there always
When I needed them. And sorry for not being there when they really needed me..

I can see a person standing in the corner and trying to hide his tears. Oh, he was once my best friend, but a small misunderstanding made us part, and we both never let go off our egos....

I went there.. And offered him my hand, "Dear friend. I just want to say sorry for everything, we are still good friends, please forgive me."

No response from other side, what the hell?? He is still preserving his ego. I am saying sorry, even then!!! I really don't care for such people.

But one sec.. It seems he is not able to see me!!!! He did not see my extended hand.
My goodness.  AM I REALLY DEAD???

I just sat down next to MYSELF; I also felt like crying.

"OH GOD!!!! PLEASE GIVE ME FEW MORE DAYS."
I just want to tell my wife, my parents, my kid and my friends how much I love them.

My wife entered the room, she looks beautiful. 
"YOU'R BEAUTIFUL" I shouted.
She didn't hear my words, in fact she has never heard these words from me, coz I have never told her.

"GOD!!!!" I screamed. a little more time plzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.. I cried.

One more chance please-to hug my child, to make my mom smile.. just once, to make my dad feel proud of me at least for a moment..., to say sorry to my friends for everything I have not told and done for them-inspite of that for still being there for me..

Then I looked up and cried!!!!

I shouted..

"GOD!!!! ONE MORE CHANCE PLEASE!!!!"

"You shouted in your sleep," said my wife as she gently woke me up. "Did you have a nightmare?"

I was sleeping..??!!!
Oh that was just a dream..??!!

My wife was there. She could hear me.
This was the happiest moment in my life!!
I hugged her and whispered.. "U R THE MOST BEAUTIFUL AND CARING WIFE IN
THIS UNIVERSE.. I REALLY LOVE U DEAR"

I just couldn’t understand that in spite of a smile on her face she had tears in her eyes...
 

I was so HAPPY!!!!!

"THANK YOU GOD FOR GIVING ME ANOTHER CHANCE!!!"

 It's not late.. Forget your egos, forget all that has happened....., and just express your love to others.... Be friendly..... Keep smiling and be happy for ever. 

Live Like An Eagle - Very Interesting

Have You Ever Been This Much Tired?

HAVE YOU EVER BEEN THIS TIRED?

'And the best comes last . . . 

IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW MANY PEOPLE
YOU SEND THIS TO, REMEMBER,
IF IT MADE YOU SMILE,
YOUR FRIENDS WILL SMILE TOO ! ! !!