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Liaquat Ali Khan Start to till at end hostory Nawabzada Liaquat Ali Khan (Næʍābzādāh Liāqat Alī Khān about this sound pay attention (assist·statistics),Urdu: لیاقت علی خان‎; born October 1895 – sixteen October 1951), broadly known as Shaheed-e-Millat (Urdu: شہید ملت‎ Martyr of the nation), changed into one of the main founding fathers of Pakistan, statesman, legal professional, and political theorist who've become and served due to the fact the first pinnacle Minister of Pakistan; similarly, he also held cupboard portfolio because the primary overseas, defence, and the frontier areas minister from 1947 until his assassination in 1951.Allegations have been pointed in the direction of the involvement of Afghan monarch Zahir Shah and the usa authorities in his assassination, even though this claim has now not merited any giant evidence.Prior to that, he in quick tenured because the first finance minister in the interim government led via its Governor trendy Mountbatten. He bec...
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Mere hum nafass mere hum nawaan

Mere hum nafass mere hum nawaan, mujhe dost ban k dagha na de,
Main hu dard-e-ishq se jaan ba-lab mujhey zindagi ki dua na de,
Main gham-e-jahan se nidhal hu k saraapa huzn-o-malaal hu,
Jo likhe hain mere naseeb mein, woh alam kisi ko khuda na de,
Na ye zindagi meri zindagi, na ye daastan meri daastan,
Main khayal o veham se door hoon, Mujhe aj koi sada na de,
Mere ghr se door hain raahaten, mujhe dhondti hain musebten,
Mujhe khauf ye ke mera pata koi gardashon ko bata na de,
Mujhe chor de mere haal per, tera kya bharosa ae charagar,
Ye teri nawazish e mukhtasar, mera dard aur barrha na de,
Mera azam itna buland h ke paraaye shulon ka dar nahi,
Mujhe khauf atish e gul se h kahin ye chaman ko jala na de,
Dar-e-yar pe bari dhoom h, wohi ashiqon ka hujoom h,
Abhi neend ani h husn ko, koi shor kar ke jaga na de,
Mere dagh e dil se h roshni, yehi roshni meri zindagi,
Mujhe dar h ae mere charagar, yeh chiraagh tu hi bhuja na de,
Wo uthe hain le ke khum-o-subuu, aray ae shakeel kahan h tu,
Tera jaam lene ko bazm mein, koi aur hath barrha na de....

Mere hum nafass mere hum nawaan, mujhe dost ban k dagha na de, Main hu dard-e-ishq se jaan ba-lab mujhey zindagi ki dua na de, Main gham-e-jahan se nidhal hu k saraapa huzn-o-malaal hu, Jo likhe hain mere naseeb mein, woh alam kisi ko khuda na de, Na ye zindagi meri zindagi, na ye daastan meri daastan, Main khayal o veham se door hoon, Mujhe aj koi sada na de, Mere ghr se door hain raahaten, mujhe dhondti hain musebten, Mujhe khauf ye ke mera pata koi gardashon ko bata na de, Mujhe chor de mere haal per, tera kya bharosa ae charagar, Ye teri nawazish e mukhtasar, mera dard aur barrha na de, Mera azam itna buland h ke paraaye shulon ka dar nahi, Mujhe khauf atish e gul se h kahin ye chaman ko jala na de, Dar-e-yar pe bari dhoom h, wohi ashiqon ka hujoom h, Abhi neend ani h husn ko, koi shor kar ke jaga na de, Mere dagh e dil se h roshni, yehi roshni meri zindagi, Mujhe dar h ae mere charagar, yeh chiraagh tu hi bhuja na de, Wo uthe hain le ke khum-o-subuu, aray ae shakeel kahan h tu, Tera jaam lene ko bazm mein, koi aur hath barrha na de....
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