The Cutest Baby Ever

Watch this video ! he is so cute mashallah ! 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=cXXm696UbKY

I Love My mom

A mother's love! What can compare with it! Of all things on earth, it comes nearest to divine love in heaven. A mother's love means a life's devotion - and sometimes a life's sacrifice - with but one thought, one hope and one feeling, that her children will grow up healthy and strong, free from evil habits and able to provide for themselves. Her sole wish is that they may do their part like men and women, avoid dangers and pitfalls, and when dark hours come, trust in Providence to give them strength, patience and courage to bear up bravely.
Happy is the mother when her heart's wish is answered, and happy are sons and daughters when they can feel that they have contributed to her noble purpose, and in some measure, repaid her unceasing, unwavering love and devotion.

Plz answer !

1. Who are you?

2. Are we friends?

3. When and how did we meet?

4. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.

5. Describe me in one word.

6. What was your first impression?

7. Do you still think that way about me now?

8. What reminds you of me?

9. If you could give me anything what would it be?

10. How well do you know me?

11. When's the last time you saw me?

12. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?

13. Are you going to post this in your notes and see what I say about you?

My Favorite Quotes

What I’ve learned about being angry with people is that it generally hurts you more than it hurts them.

Learning by experience often is painful- and the more it hurts, the more you learn

When you can't remember why you're hurt, that's when you're healed.

I can't handle another person telling me that time heals all wounds.

Please don't try to find the "right" words to say to me. There's nothing you can say to take away the hurt.

Dance like there's nobody watching

Love like you'll never get hurt

Sing like there's nobody listening

Live like it's heaven on earth

And speak from the heart to be heard.

10 things I hate about you poem

 I hate the way you talk to me, 

and the way you cut your hair.

I hate the way you drive my car,

I hate it when you stare.

I hate your big dumb combat boots

and the way you read my mind.

I hate you so much it makes me sick,

it even makes me rhyme.

I hate the way you’re always right,

I hate it when you lie.

I hate it when you make me laugh,

even worse when you make me cry.

I hate it when you’re not around,

and the fact that you didn’t call.

But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you,

not even close

not even a little bit

not even at all.