Paikar-e-Khushboo, Nasir Ali Syed

Poet, Playwright, Columnist, Fiction writer, Stage Secretary, Compere, Anchor, Critic, Author, Awards Winner, Lover, Father, Professor, Friend of friends, Teacher of teachers and more and more and more. He is an encyclopedia in one volume, entitled “Professor Nasir Ali Syed”

He was born and grown at Akora Khattak, and used to introduce him with a pen name of Nasir Ali Akorvi, in his early age of his writing stage. He is belonging to a popular Peer, the saint family of his birth place. He was shifted to Peshawar and nested here to build his literary and actual life with a most popular pen name of Nasir Ali Syed.

Being a professor of Urdu literature, Nasir is in habit to think and write in Urdu, but he keeps in contact with his originality to write in Pashto, his parental language and also in Hindko, the language he is bound to speak with his spouse and family members at his home in Peshawar. This is a reason caused him to write a number of Hindko plays for Pakistan Television Corporation Peshawar Center and conducted the Hindko Stage Shows at Khyber AVT.

A rare most picture of early age of Prof Nasir Ali Syed, relaxed but in thinking mood.

Nasir Ali Syed is happy enough to work as an in charge of Urdu literary page “Adab Sarai” of daily Aaj Peshawar, appears on Friday morning of every week of every month of the year.

Here is a portion of selection of his messages, we got through short message service of his mobile # (yet not allowed to publish here)

 ’I' is the Smallest Word in Dictionary, Don’t Make it the Biggest in your Vocabulary..!!

9 Golden Rules of LIFE

B4 U Speak, LISTEN, B4 U Write, ‘THINK, B4 U Spend, EARN, B4 U Invest, INVESTIGATE, ‘ B4 U Criticise, ‘WAIT, B4 U Pray, FORGIVE, B4 U Quit, TRY, B4 U Retire, SAVE, B4 U Die, LIVE, It’s all about LIFE, Take Care.

KABHI JO WAQT K ZULM O SITAM SE GHABRAO:

ALAM OTHAO YAHI MOTABAR NISHANI HAI(NASIR ALI SYED,paishawar) *KIRDAR,pk* ~fsd zon~

آہ نصرت بھٹو۔

زلیخا برسر پیکار شاہ مصر سے ھے

جب بھٹو سلاخوں کے پیچھے تھا اور نصرت بٹھو عدالتی جنگ لڑ رہی تھی تو ۰محسن احسان کی غزل کا ایک شعر ان دنوں خاصا کوٹ کیا جاتا تھا -

‏ زلیخا بر سر پیکار شا ہ مصر سے ھے

‏…کہ اس کا یوسف کنعاں اسیر چاہ میں ھے

Summa Amen

SUBAH BAKHER. ya parwardigar tera shukar k tu ne tarek rat k bad hamen zidagi ka aek aur roshan din ata kia hamary daman ko is din ki rehmaton barkaton aur nematon se bhi bhar de. Ya allah hamen gumrah hony se bacha hamary dilon ko muhammad(saww) aur ahle bet (as) ki muhabbat se munawar kar de. Ya allah hamen sedhy rasty par chalny ki tofiq de aur shetan se mehfoz rakh. ameen.

Aapas me galtiyon ko drguzar kia karo..

Qk Darguzar na karogy to Mohbbat khtam hojaegi… Jb Mobbat khtm hogi to Rabta tot jaega… Jb Rabta tot jaiga to Fasla ho jaega.

Or phr is wja se eid pe koi gosht bi nhi dega :-)

Paighore

American Mother: Good night my Son, Indian Mother: Shub Ratri Beta, IRANI Mother: Shab Bakhair, Apni Mother: Pa mobile di oor ulaga uda sha kana…khudey khbar 6 kamey damey sara lagyia ye.:-D

“Dua dastak ki manind hoti hai, aur musalsal dastak se darwaza khul hi jata hai”.  GOOD mORNING.

Zahid from upper Dir.

Sir, Adab saraiy ko phr khubsurt mazameen say muzayan keya hay yh sirf apki mehnat aur kawash ka natija hay. Dua go. Zahid Dir Upper

*Sense of Rsponsibility*

A man goes to library and asks 4 a book on suicide. Librarian peeks on him from above her glasses & says: Whos gonna bring it back?

ایک بندہ لائیبریری گیا اور اس نے خود کشی کے موضوع پر کتاب طلب کی ۔ لائبریرین نے اپنی عینکو ں کی اوٹ سے اس صاحب کو دیکھا ۔ جو بندہ اس موضوع پر کتاب لے گیا ھے وہ کتاب لوٹانے واپس نھ آسکا۔

Anger

Kisi ny aik danishwar sy pocha k ghusa kya hy? us danishwar ny jawab dia: ”kisi ki ghalti ki saza khud ko dena”, Think about it…hv a coooooooooooool day.

O my God, Another Sun has set

‎انا للہ و انا الیہ راجعون۰۰ ‏

PROF WADOOD MANZAR….HUM SE BICHAR GAE. Nasir Ali Syed

AAH WADUD MANZAR, Janaza.5.pm today. Afzal abaad .abdara road . Hadi lane fornt of vip guset house. N.A.Syed

Jab kisi pr BURA WAQT aata hai

To uske saare Dost 0r Ghar wale uske peeche khare hotay hain !,  Yaqeen nhi aata, T0, kisi ki B Shaadi ki PHOTO Dekh lo.

Did You Ever Stop And Think??

¤Do blind people dream,can they see their dreams?, ¤If corn oil is made from corns and vegetable oil is made from vegetables,then what is baby oil made of? ,¤Why do Twinkle Twinkle little star & a b c song have the same tunes?

STOP SINGING AND READ ON!!!

¤If electricity is made from electrons then does morality comes from morons?, Why there is a light in the refrigerator but not in a freezer.

Xpand ur imaginatiOn:pnasir:)

Let us write a poem.

Chalo ik nazm likhte hain, Kisi k nam karte hain, Magar ye sochna hai ab, K us me zikr kis ka ho, K us me baat kis ki ho, K us me zat kis ki ho, Aur ye bhi farz karte hain, K jis pe nazm likhte hain, Humain us se muhabbat, hai, Hamare sare jazboon ko, Bus us ki hi zarorat hai, Chalo ik kam karte hain, K hum jo nazm likhte hain, Wo”RABB” k naam karte hain, Wohi unwan ho is ka, Usi ka zikr ho is mai, Ussi ki baat ho is mai, Ussi ki zaat ho is mai…

K ..wo Khaliq…, wohi Malik…., wohi Raziq…, wohi Hakim…, Wohi Haqdar hai is ka!, Stay Blessed..!:)

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