Mom is home ,Mom is the yard

"Mom is home. Mom is the yard

Praise .
In the case of Mother Ms
I
I can't grow up .
Yet
Just like a little kid,
Like
Used to be five years old .

Since childhood
till today
Whenever I enter a house,
If I do not see life
Um! I started to cherish the beads .

Baba Jan too
Hear my voice
Let them start calling!

Mohammad Hanif Khan is me!
The base has arrived

All family
In any case
I know John in front of me
At the earliest possible to win.

Because
Everyone knows that
They are not at home,
If they just
If you can't answer for a few moments,
My condition
Begins to be non-existent .

all
Looks like
Like
Like young children
I will mess up ..
I will start painting in the courtyard.
I'll start throwing the dishes .
Door Plays
I will start shouting loudly .
I'll throw a pot of dust in the washing utensils .
With a wire of cloth,
Wash the clothes and roll them into the mud.

Maybe that's why
my mother
Always at home
Are definitely present,
When it's time to return home .

Forever
Evening meal
Sitting in front of John
Eating habits

I eat
I say .
Um! You are left-leaning

They
Years are spent .
The veins are .

I remember.

In childhood
Other valleys every day
I used to go to Chala,
Shams shaking hands
What did the brother-in-law say .

I am smiling
Lots of nieces (spice)
Saying that
Put the plates in the plate .

Peter! Get out of the box and grab a bag of goodies!

Even
I
I used to see John's face .
And it was fun to eat roast .
even now
I see John's face .
I eat bread years .
I get jealous of my fortunes, Praise be to Allaah.