Part of my Response

Yes, I’m studying English. Ya…, maybe I want to be a teacher/lecturer. Because I love sharing. Whatever I will be, whatever the label I will have, it doesn’t really matter for me. I just love to share things, knowledge, feelings, experiences, inspirations, passions with others who are lack of them. Filling them in and watching them growing, progressing, and improving, isn’t it thrilling? Used to totally think about only my self as if the world was only around me. Fed up with that kind of life stage, I moved on (I hope). Fed myself too much before, now it’s time to feed others. The part of me which was so selfish and narcissistic (for no good reason), is somehow still there. I forced my self to change.And I’m still doing it. It is weird that sometimes I am really aware of what I want but I intensely force my self not to want it. This concept of controlling my self is sometimes useful for me. But now I think I’m loosing my control because I’ve started to talk too much

“There is no hopeless attitude…it’s only we set our attitudein hopeless mode”

I saw this quote a while ago on TV; it was only a glance. It left quite clear footprints in my memory. I just didn’t know the exact quote and who quoted it. Kindly fill me in if you do.

“There is no hopeless attitude…it’s only we set our attitude to be hopeless”

I really don’t think it’s the correct one. The real one was more moving words to me.

Did I decide the right thing?

I finally can get back to my wordpress after a while I had no time to contribute anything. There are so many things I’m facing nowadays. I need to help my brother in law (my sis’ husband) with his thesis, while in the same time; I need to work on my own assignments. I ‘m teaching at a course as well while I ‘m taking my master. My brother is an O&G registrar, and he’s facing the last stage of his education, writing a thesis.

Looking at his schedules in the hospital and the time that he should spend every day, I can easily understand that he needs some help. Not to mention he doesn’t sleep some nights and has to stand by in the hospital till morning then he had to start the study early in the morning again. So, today I decided to resign from the place I work. I need more time to help my brother with his thesis; thesis, teaching, studying all together in the same time, I think I’m not that super I‘d be collapsed. My sister is willing to help him but she needs my help on some points (mostly).

Here come the opinions from my colleagues who thought that I shouldn’t quit my job because it’s not my obligation to help him and that I’ve got my own obligation such as teaching and studying. It bothered me for quite a while until I came to the conclusion that people have different priorities in their life and to understand someone’s point of view, we should really stand on his/her shoes. I can choose this option not only because it’s what family is for but also I can bargain with the situation. Some people are not really lucky to be able to bargain in most of their situations. Even though they want to do something, they might not be able to do it freely.I’m lucky.

“Try always to see things from the bright sight”

My Profile

Personal Information

Activities:

I am doing my master in English Education Department. My other activities are teaching and learning from anyone, anywhere.

Interests:

T r u e Friendship. I am hugely interested in having any relations based on purity and cleanliness of one’s heart. Open for all kind-intentioned relationship that would give both parties mutual benefits.

Favorite Quotations:

We Belong to God and To God we will R E T U R N.

About Me:

I am a lost human in this universe trying to find my way back. Any kind of help from anyone (friends) are open and happily accepted. I am here to share, give and take. I hope I can share helpful experiences, give any suggestions or advice and take lessons from the surroundings.P.S Please Use Me. If I can be of any use for yous or others, please don’t hesitate.

a good story for great friends

There once was a little girl who had a bad temper. Her mother gave her a bag of nails and told her that every time she lost her temper, she must hammer a nail into the back of the fence. The first day the girl had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as she learned to control her anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. She discovered it was easier to hold her temper than to drive those nails into the fence. Finally the day came when the girl didn’t lose her temper at all. She told her mother about it and the mother suggested that the girl now pull out one nail for each day that she was able to hold her temper. The days passed and the young girl was finally able to tell her mother that all the nails were gone. The mother took her daughter by the hand and led her to the fence. She said, “You have done well, my daughter, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one.” You can put a knife in a person and draw it out. It won’t matter how many times you say “I’m sorry”, the wound is still there. A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one. Friends are very rare jewels, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share words of praise and they always want to open their hearts to us. Please forgive me if I have ever left a hole in your fence. ‘unknown’

Quite long…but inspiring…

~EIGHT LIES OF A MOTHER~

1.The story began when I was a child;

I was born as a son of a poor family.

Even for eating, we often got lack of food.

Whenever the time for eating, mother often gave me her portion of rice.

While she was removing her rice into my bowl,

she would say “Eat this rice, son. I’m not hungry”.

That was Mother’s First Lie

2.When I was getting to grow up,

the persevering mother gave her spare time for fishing in a river near our house,

she hoped that from the fishes she got,

she could gave me a little bit nutritious food for my growth.

After fishing, she would cook the fishes to be a fresh fish soup,

which raised my appetite. While I was eating the soup,

mother would sit beside me and eat the rest meat of fish,

which was still on the bone of the fish I ate.

My heart was touched when I saw it.

I then used my chopstick and gave the other fish to her.

But she immediately refused it and said “Eat this fish, son.

I don’t really like fish.”

That was Mother’s Second Lie.

3.Then, when I was in Junior High School,

to fund my study,

mother went to an economic enterprise to bring some used-matches boxes that would be stuck in.

It gave her some money for covering our needs.

As the winter came,

I woke up from my sleep and looked at my mother who was still awoke,

supported by a little candlelight and within her perseverance she continued

the work of sticking some used-matches box.

I said, “Mother, go to sleep, it’s late,

tomorrow morning you still have to go for work.

” Mother smiled and said “Go to sleep,

dear. I’m not tired.”

That was Mother’s Third Lie.

4.At the time of final term,

mother asked for a leave from her work in order to accompany me.

While the daytime was coming and the heat of the sun was starting to shine,

the strong and persevering mother

waited for me under the heat of the sun’s shine for several hours.

As the bell rang, which indicated that the final exam had finished,

mother immediately welcomed me and poured me a glass of tea

that she had prepared before in a cold bottle.

The very thick tea was not as thick as my mother’s love,

which was much thicker. Seeing my mother covering with perspiration,

I at once gave her my glass and asked her to drink too.

Mother said “Drink, son. I’m not thirsty!”.

That was Mother’s Fourth Lie.

5.After the death of my father because of illness,

my poor mother had to play her role as a single parent.

By held on her former job, she had to fund our needs alone.

Our family’s life was more complicated. No days without sufferance.

Seeing our family’s condition that was getting worse,

there was a nice uncle who lived near my house came to help us,

either in a big problem and a small problem.

Our other neighbors who lived next to us saw that our family’s life was so unfortunate,

they often advised my mother to marry again. But mother,

who was stubborn, didn’t care to their advice,

she said “I don’t need love.”

That was Mother’s Fifth Lie.

6.After I had finished my study and then got a job,

it was the time for my old mother to retire.

But she didn’t want to; she was sincere to go to the marketplace every morning,

just to sell some vegetable for fulfilling her needs.

I, who worked in the other city, often sent her some money to help her in fulfilling her needs,

but she was stubborn for not accepting the money.

She even sent the money back to me.

She said “I have enough money.”

That was Mother’s Sixth Lie.

7.After graduated from Bachelor Degree,

I then continued my study to Master Degree.

I took the degree, which was funded by a company through a scholarship program,

from a famous University in America .

I finally worked in the company. Within a quite high salary,

I intended to take my mother to enjoy her life in America .

But my lovely mother didn’t want to bother her son,

she said to me “I’m not used to.”

That was Mother’s Seventh Lie.

8.After entering her old age,

mother got a flank cancer and had to be hospitalized.

I, who lived in miles away and across the ocean,

directly went home to visit my dearest mother.

She lied down in weakness on her bed after having an operation.

Mother, who looked so old, was staring at me in deep yearn.

She tried to spread her smile on her face;

even it looked so stiff because of the disease she held out.

It was clear enough to see how the disease broke my mother’s body,

thus she looked so weak and thin.

I stared at my mother within tears flowing on my face.

My heart was hurt, so hurt, seeing my mother on that condition.

But mother, with her strength, said “Don’t cry, my dear.

I’m not in pain.”

That was Mother’s Eight Lie.

After saying her eighth lie, She closed her eyes forever!

nicest poem I’ve ever read

I want you too much to take you
And cherish you too much to cheapen
So sister accept my distance
And watch my love slowly deepen

I am but one man among many
Who longingly thinks to savor
Your warmth, your eyes, your smile,                      
And wonder at its flavor

My place among them is common
Of merits, I cannot boast
But sister my devotion
To your honor is foremost

And I alone among them
Nearly burst with wrath

When he of lusting eyes                                                                     

Stood and blocked your path

When he of thieving hands
Stole a caress from yours
When he stood close to you
As he would with common #####s

As I stood in my rage
You stood in virgin shame
Iأ¢â‚¬â„¢d come to your defense
If youأ¢â‚¬â„¢d only call my name                                              

If only you would see me
As more than just a beard

If only you could think of me
As more than religiously weird

Itأ¢â‚¬â„¢s for Islam, not spite it
That I will not meet your eye
And itأ¢â‚¬â„¢s not romantic cowardice
That keeps my smiles shy

Itأ¢â‚¬â„¢s not because I fear you
That I will not call your name
And when I call you sister
Iأ¢â‚¬â„¢m trying to be tame

Itأ¢â‚¬â„¢s not that youأ¢â‚¬â„¢re inferior
Itأ¢â‚¬â„¢s just that Iأ¢â‚¬â„¢m so base
I havenأ¢â‚¬â„¢t the control
To gaze into your face

Without my heart missing beats
Without forgetting to be أ¢â‚¬ثœbrotherأ¢â‚¬â„¢
Without wishing your love
Was for me, and no other

So until Allah, He blesses me
And you become my other half
I will always close my ears
To the melody of your laugh

I will always close my eyes
To the beauty of your face.
I will kindly ask my heart
To beat at normal pace.

I will walk a step before you
And cast no looks from behind
I will move my lips in zhikr
To keep yours off my mind.

For I want you too much to take you
And cherish you too much to cheapen
Sister, accept my distance.
Sister, watch my love deepen.

‘unknown’