Sunday, November 15, 2009










Pakistan My Pure Land I am praying for YOU
 I crossed barbed wire fences 
 Amidst screams and cries of pain 
 Over dead and dying young and old Silenced forever in the cold; 
 Pakistan I was born with you
 But on a different piece of Earth I thought was mine then- 
 Alas! I was made a migrant refugee When we all had to flee; 
 I was carried so was my sister To YOU and safety 
 But for how long? Pakistan please know who is your enemy,
 Let there be Peace For which YOU were made
 And millions of lives were laid
 Pakistan I am praying And painting
 keeping My heart and Spirit Alive
 Praying that All Hell Fire Closes ,
 And like the ancient miracle 
 Oh Almighty may it all turn to Roses.

Our Car in The 1950s


Our car was a Fiat, same as you can see in the photograph

SARA FATIMA MIR- CHILDHOOD FUN