Thursday, April 28, 2011

Qutb-ud-din Aibak's Mausoleum

As you turn in the small street of Anarkali you see the Mausoleum of Sultan Qutb-ud-din Aibak

Mausoleum of Sultan Qutb-ud-din Aibak

Sultan Qutb-ud-din Aibak also called "Lakh Baksh Sultan" (the donator of hundreds of thousands)was the first Muslim king of Northwest India who ruled from his capital in Delhi where he built Qutub Minar and the Quwwat Al Islam mosque and now Qutb-ud-din Aibak's tomb is located behind Anarkali bazaar which is present after being renovated at the orders of the Prime Minister Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto in 1970.

Qutb-ud-Din Aibak was a very avid player of polo, he died in Lahore in 1210 A.D., while playing the game.

A bottom to top shot view of the mausoleum

The grave of Qutb ud Din Aibak in Anarkali, Lahore, Pakistan.

Detailing and view of the Quranic wordings on the wall of the mausoleum

The side walls which surround the mausoleum


Two pieces of these are attached on the entrance where diya's are lit up to enlighten the entrance of the mausoleum

Monday, April 25, 2011

Miss you

I don't need a reason to miss you, even knowing that you are few km away makes me miss you and If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could walk forever in my garden.

Thursday, April 21, 2011


Na tha kuch toh khuda tha, kuch na hota to khuda hota
Duboya mujhko hone ne, na hota main to kya hota ?

Standing in front of this door leading me to the pious house
I wait, I stare, and I wish that it bounds me in a spell of no return...

Deserts are must

You better leave room for dessert ;)

Monday, April 11, 2011

Imprisoned Beauty

We all imprison our own beauty...

Concept by: Ali Ghafoor

Saturday, April 9, 2011

My Existence

When the reason of my existence becomes a question...

Tuesday, April 5, 2011


All is not golden that glitters, And not all that glitters is gold... there can be a lot of glimmer and glamor in the things which we oversee...

Saturday, April 2, 2011


In this heat when God blesses us with rain, at least we can raise our hands and say thank you

(inspired by Qurrat Ansari)


“Half our life is spent trying to find something to do with the time we have rushed throughout our life, missing the moments which would never come the way they should"

Jeena aisa toh naa tha

Ab dewaro dar karnay lagay hain mujh say sawal...

Singer: Roshaan Tariq
Song: Jeena Aisa toh na tha
Shoot by: Ubaid Ullah Ahmed

Friday, April 1, 2011

Painted Green

The color of my blood is RED, but when the time comes I paint my self with MY color, the color GREEN, to support my loving land, to show who I ACTUALLY AM...