"Mother, who accepts everything from the child!"
Around you
Of the living
Whose unusual love,
Whose infinite influence has always affected,
She's "Mom" ...
Till today, the mother who has seen ..
The love and love of God, the love and the compassion.
That's probably the same
Allah Almighty
Of our worldly relationships
Same mom
For your children
Because the paradise ticket was made fair on sharing
He knew that
Whatever happens,
It will never be even annoying on the poorest child.
Take us once and get the hand.
Let us laugh once again.
Feed us once again.
Give us a suit in a gift once.
Let us smile once and water.
So
We sing this person's life ..
And
Who has
From today to childhood
Thousands of times
Bismillah reader, smiling ..
Drink milk, boiled, cooked, cooked,
Wear cleanly, polish shoes,
Heat oil in hair,
Then slaughtered them with love,
Everywhere and every house we used to sing,
Wake up, we did not wake up,
We laughed, just kept losing ourselves.
If
We should not count on the same mother.
We can not keep the same mother happy.
Anyway
That's what she says
Peter!
Good morning, please.
Thinking about you, talking about the fat ..
Duck!
Keda is a weird word.
Come!
Unnamed, beneficial,
Instead of singing great people's guns,
Of your own parents
Walking on the steps,
Allah Almighty
And of his dear Habib, Allah
Let's go on.
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