Goons and rowdyism are born right here ... what you call as police station

In this world of stones it is very easy to become God ... but very hard to become a human

Law and justice are sitting as slaves in the house of the powerful people

There is no bigger enemy than a friend

One who has the courage ... only he has the right to live

If running can take you away from your death then ... run ... run!

Life or death is in the hands of God ... and my God is not with my enemies ... he is with me

First you request sinners and make them understand ... if they still don't agree then for the good for everyone ... pick up the sword

What should I call the obsession, that dragged me to her door ... and what should I call the simplicity, which is silent even after killing me

The Sun shines it first rays equally on your bungalow and my house

You may have played with the storms, but I have nourished the storms ... people who are scared will die, but I am someone who will live even after being dead

Not with life ... I am displeased with myself

There are a very few people whose love reaches their destination

They will fire the first bullet ... and we will fire the last bullet

Without love a human can breathe ... but he does not live

I don't see dreams ... I am myself a bad dream

There is no language like Urdu, there is no worship like love ... if you stay put on your honesty, then there is no strength like that of a Muslim person

I am a son of your accountant ... and this beating was written in your account since days

A human does not change by merely changing clothes

I can see death on your face