A Country's Greatness Lies In Its Undying

Once In The Dream Of A Night I Stood Lone In The Light Of A Magical Wood, Soul-deep In Visions That Poppy-like Sprang; And Spirits Of Truth Were The Birds That Sang, And Spirits Of Love Were The Stars That Glowed, And Spirits Of Peace Were The Streams That Flowed In That Magical Wood In The Land Of Sleep.

A Country's Greatness Lies In Its Undying Ideals Of Love And Sacrifice That Inspire The Mothers Of The Race.

Nay, Do Not Grieve Tho' Life Be Full Of Sadness, Dawn Will Not Veil Her Spleandor For Your Grief, Nor Spring Deny Their Bright, Appointed Beauty To Lotus Blossom And Ashoka Leaf. Nay, Do Not Pine, Tho' Life Be Dark With Trouble, Time Will Not Pause Or Tarry On His Way; To-day That Seems So Long, So Strange, So Bitter, Will Soon Be Some Forgotten Yesterday. Nay, Do Not Weep; New Hopes, New Dreams, New Faces, The Unspent Joy Of All The Unborn Years, Will Prove Your Heart A Traitor To Its Sorrow, And Make Your Eyes Unfaithful To Their Tears.

"sense Of Justice Is O­ne Of The Most Wonderful Ideals Of Islam, Because As I Read In The Qur'an I Find Those Dynamic Principles Of Life, Not Mystic But Practical Ethics For The Daily Conduct Of Life Suited To The Whole World."

My Husband Is Exceedingly Busy. For Some Time The Talk Of His Going Had Been Slack, But Just Now Again There Seems To Be A Move To Get Him Sent To The Front!