Pakistanis remain undeterred by the slings and arrows of national misfortune. They dust themselves up and start over again. They are resolute in their struggle against the forces of darkness unleashed by fickle friends and malignant enemies. Pakistani poetry and music captures, the soul of it's' people.  Umeed-e-Saher is symphonic rendition from the depths Pakistan's national soul.

 

 

 

Bismillah Al-Rahman Al-Rahim

In the name of God, the Most Merciful, the Most Compassionate. 

Assalaamu alaikum wa rahmat Allahi wa barakatuh. 

Our Place in the the dynamic Universe 

 Where

 

 Massive merger of galaxies is the most powerful on record

The event details what the scientists are calling the perfect cosmic storm: galaxy clusters that collided like two high-pressure weather fronts and created hurricane-like conditions, tossing galaxies far from their paths and churning shock waves of 100-million-degree gas through intergalactic space. The tiny dots in this artist's concept are galaxies containing thousand million of stars.

A Dynamic Galaxy Exists

It is called the MilkyWay Galaxy

  The Milky Way is the galaxy which is the home of our Solar System together with at least 200 billion other stars (more recent estimates have given numbers around 400 billion) and their planets, and thousands of clusters and nebulae, including at least almost all objects of Messier's catalog which are not galaxies on their own (one might consider two globular clusters as possible exceptions, as probably they are just being, or have recently been, incorporated or imported into our Galaxy from dwarf galaxies which are currently in close encounters with the Milky Way: M54 from SagDEG, and possibly M79 from the Canis Major Dwarf). See our Messier Objects in the Milky Way page, where details are given for each object to which part of our Galaxy it is related. All the objects in the Milky Way Galaxy orbit their common center of mass, called the Galactic Center.

 

 

 

 

And around this speck of our beloved star, the Sun orbits a small planet called

 Earth

 

 and our speck of  Earth, as seen from outer space

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

No nation since the dawn of civilized human history has suffered more grievous wounds than Pakistan.  The world cheered on, when one of its wings was gored-apart by Indo-Soviet collusion.   Pakistan's towns, cities, villages, and its western frontier have become killing grounds for inhuman beasts. But, Pakistani people have remained steadfast in their faith in the emergence of the dawn of hope, and the thinning of the clouds of despair. They have shown indomitable courage and faith against a tsunami of treacherous events.  Their nation has been stolen from them by the corrupt and the depraved rulers, born from the putrid heap of feudal elites.  The Bhuttos, the Legharis, the Mazaris, the Zardaris, the Chaudhries, and the Sharifs have raped and robbed the nation many times over.  But, their lust for wealth and power is insatiable. 

Pakistanis remain undeterred by the slings and arrows of national misfortune. They dust themselves up and start over again. They are resolute in their struggle against the forces of darkness unleashed by fickle friends and malignant enemies. Pakistani poetry and music captures, the soul of it's' people.  Umeed-e-Saher is symphonic rendition from the depths Pakistan's national soul. 

Umeed-e-Saher captures the titan spirit of this great nation.  Our Message to our fellow countrymen and women is captured in Umeed-e-Saher and this poem by: Arthur Hugh Clough (1819-1861)

 

 

  

 

Say Not the Struggle Naught Availeth

SAY not the struggle naught availeth,

The labour and the wounds are vain,

The enemy faints not, nor faileth,

And as things have been they remain.

 

If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars;

It may be, in yon smoke conceal'd,

Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers,

And, but for you, possess the field.

 

For while the tired waves, vainly breaking,

Seem here no painful inch to gain,

Far back, through creeks and inlets making,

Comes silent, flooding in, the main.

 

And not by eastern windows only,

When daylight comes, comes in the light;

In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly!

But westward, look, the land is bright!

 

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UMEED E-SAHER KE BAAT SUNNOO

 

UMEED -E-SAHER