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Marghdeen Learning Centre The Republic of Rumi Online Learning  (Supported by  Iqbal Academy Pakistan )   "Our teachers give all the wrong messages to our youth, since they take away the natural flare from the soul. Take it from me that all knowledge is useless until it is connected with your life, because the purpose of knowledge is nothing but to show you the splendours of yourself!" (Iqbal –  Javid Nama ) Marghdeen Learning Center  is a project from historian, educationist and playwright  Khurram Ali Shafique  who has received national awards including  the Presidential Iqbal Award  for his works in Iqbal Studies.  Marghdeen Learning Cente r  is offering   four  regular courses, which are developed for introducing an average learner to the relevance of Iqbal’s message to the world today. The courses are certified by  Iqbal Academy Pakistan  and are being offered in coordination with  Dr. Iqbal Society of North America (DISNA)  and  Topline Publishers Paki

Insan wavela, cheekh pukar, ah-o-baka jub karta hai jub wo bebus hota hai, Kamzor hota hai. Jub ap halaat k lye kuch karny ka soch rahy hain, apna kirdar ada kar rahy hun to phir bebasi ki wo kefyat nahin hoti or na be-sabri hoti hai. ap ne halaat ko achi tarhan samajh lia to usky mutabiq kam karty rahyn. Kher or shar ki quwwatein azal se bar sary pekar hain ek dusry se. Apni salyhaton ko un cheezon k peechey na khatam karyn jo apky bas mein nahin. Beshak apni taqat ko barhany ka saman karty rahyn lekin jald bazi, be sabra pan na dikhayen. yaqeen rakhyn; apny Malik per, apni quwwaty bazu per. Phir kamal dekhyn. Dushman kabhe nahin hara sakyga. Or jeet hamari he hogi. 

Our spring in Palestine is born in a prison cell, Our spring in Palestine is born- shackled to hospital bed, Our spring in Palestine is born with an administrative detention order against it, but it blossoms, even in hunger, even in hunger- I pray you strength, I pray you justice, I pray you freedom, Hana! I pray your heart muscle holding all of us tonight, holding on a day longer, sunrise stronger, do forgive me sister, I forgot prayers sometime ago, lost them in alleys and refugee camps, too crowded with shrapnel memory, when sound barrier breaking, skies breaking, sound breaking, wasn't sure our voices reached God anymore, that same year 82-you were born, but you cultivate hope in me, so I light candles and kneel to whisper, I pray you strength, I pray you justice, I pray you freedom, you cultivate hope in the rest of us, cultivate that part hungry for freedom, that part hungry for justice,   lost in road maps to nowher