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my.name.is.hhh4
I am online qoran teachar :
i am online quran techar
2026-09-28 17:12:04
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itx suli khan 💯❣️❣️✌ :
MashaAllhaa chouta qazi saaab salamat raho
2026-09-28 16:43:55
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Qazi Mutee Ullah Fans ❤️ :
Mashallah Mashallah Mashaallah 🥰🥰🥰🥰
2026-09-28 19:00:59
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Abdulhafeez64 :
قاضی کی جوانی ہے ماشاءاللّٰه ماشاءاللّٰه سلامت رہو
2026-09-28 19:31:51
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M umar farooq m :
ست بسم اللہ جی
2026-09-29 04:27:28
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Mashallah ❣️
2026-09-29 04:57:00
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شیخ اکرام یوسفی :
خوش آمدید 🫠
2026-09-28 17:42:34
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ماشاءاللہ
2026-09-28 17:36:02
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user :
2026-09-29 05:20:57
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nawabzaadaa3
💕Nawab❣️ Nawab💕 :
MashaAllah
2026-09-29 03:05:15
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2026-09-28 18:47:49
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ہے تیری بات سے مولا مجھے عشق ہے تیری ذات سے میری بات ہے تیری بات سے مجھے اپنے در سے نواز دے انعام کی سوغات سے مولا تو رحیم ہے تو کریم ہے تو علیم ہے تو حلیم ہے تیری حمد لات منتہی تیری ذات بالا صفات سے میں فقیر رہوں تو کبیر ہے میں غریب ہوں تو امیر ہے میرا اور نہیں کوئی اسرا مجھے تو بچا افات سے مجھ متی کی ہے یہ ارزو میرے تن کی ہے یہ جستجو اور جب بھی کوئی گفتگو کروں ابتدا تیری ذات سے مجھ موتی کی ہے یہ ارزو میرے تن کی ہے یہ جستجو وہ جب بھی کوئی گفتگو کروں ابتدا تیری ذات سے اس لیے سب سے بڑھ کر مجھے جس سے ہے محبت تو ہے میری توحید پرستی کی حقیقت تو ہے میرا خالق میرا مالک میرا معبود ہے تو میرا ایمان میرا دین میری شریعت تو ہے میں کسی اور کو مشکل میں پکاروں کیوں کر میں کسی اور کو مشکل میں پکاروں کیوں کر جب رگیں جہاں سے بھی نزدیک ودیت تو ہے تو ہی مطلوب ہے تو ہی مقصود ہے میری چاہت میری راحت میری قوت تو ہے
2026-09-29 03:35:02
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Hameed ullah hamasi :
mash Allah 💕
2026-09-28 18:49:58
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Shahid Nawaz Official :
قربان لالا جی 🥰
2026-09-28 19:19:11
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Rao Adnan Zaheer :
Mashallah mashAllah
2026-09-28 15:25:52
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Islamuddin Khan :
خوش آمدید
2026-09-28 17:12:03
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ماشاءاللہ اللہ پاک سلامت رکھے بالکل اپنی باپ جیسی اواز ہے قاضی صاحب کی یاد ہا گیی آپ کی آواز سن کر
2026-09-29 05:20:15
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mashallah
2026-09-28 16:33:48
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Faizy Qazi :
Masha Allha bhai ap ka name Hamd ullha hai ya Hanan hai
2026-09-29 09:06:01
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2026-09-28 19:21:17
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2026-09-28 20:01:38
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2026-09-28 20:21:03
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2026-09-28 20:24:05
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2026-09-28 16:39:53
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2026-09-28 15:21:30
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Did you ever climb a hill just to breathe? Just to let the silence punch you in the gut and remind you you’re still alive? Up in the Apuseni, somewhere past the last bark of a sheepfold dog and before the edge of reason, there’s a barn that has given up on impressing anyone. The wood peels like sunburnt skin, its beams bend like tired men. It’s not picturesque. It’s not curated. It just is. But then there’s that swing—still tied to the tree like a secret never told. It hangs there, stubborn, creaking when the wind remembers to push it. A monument to a childhood that maybe wasn’t yours, but you can feel in your teeth. These hills don’t whisper; they accuse. Of forgetting. Of leaving. Of paving over stories with concrete and hashtags. Țara Moților isn’t a fairy tale, it’s a poem. A beautiful, wild, necessary poem. The land breathes like a sleeping beast, and deep beneath it, bones and ice and handprints older than history remind us we weren’t the first to cry here. The Apuseni caves don’t echo—they swallow. Villages cling to ridges like dried blood, and old women still make bread without looking at recipes. Time here doesn’t pass—it ferments. Why do we always seek the polished, the filtered, the easy? When did we start calling ruins ugly and forget they’re just survivors without makeup? That swing, that barn, that hill—they’re not waiting for you. They’re not here to make you feel better. But maybe, just maybe, if you sit on that swing and close your eyes, something buried might stir. Do you still remember what made you laugh as a child? When was the last time you truly missed something you never had? Video by @giani_frentz  [Apuseni Mountains, Țara Moților, Rustic Solitude, Abandoned Barns, Forgotten Childhoods, Carpathian Silence, Romanian Wilderness, Mountain Memories, Traditional Heritage, Ancient Caves, Nature’s Wrath, Weathered Wood, Lonely Swings, Village Remnants, Ice Caves, Spiritual Geography, Stark Beauty, Fermented Time, Rural Emotions, Ancestral Echoes] #romania #travel #apuseni #rawplaces
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