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♥...Stronger than all the Armies of the World...♥"There is one thing stronger than all the armies in the world, and that is an idea whose time has come." ~Victor Hugo
During those times when I wonder if the world can ever heal, I remind myself that there are ideas whose time has come. Ideas alive in the minds and hearts of good people throughout the world, that have come forth precisely because it is time.
Ideas that are mightier than the armies of the world; stronger than the powerful leaders; brighter than the damaging darkness. What are those ideas whose time has come? What ideas are bursting into awareness that are stronger than the armies of the world?
What ideas will eventually fill our planet? The idea of kindness?
The idea of care?
The idea of compassion?
The idea of acceptance?
The idea of understanding?
The idea of goodness?
The idea of peace?
The idea of love? ♥.... I would like to be happy ....♥
Most of you say that I would like to be happy. But if you take one more look at your self then you will be amazed to find out that you love misery more than Happiness. It’s strange but true that people thrive in misery. This starts from childhood. Have you noticed you pay more attention to child when he is more miserable. As soon as he cries everyone will start paying attention. But if he is happy and playing you never pay same attention. Children learn this politics pretty early about getting attention when they are sad. Even after they grow up they never let it go. If you are miserable then you wife or your mom or your husband spends more time with you than they ever spend with you when you are happy. Slowly you will realise that you can get all the attention you need when you are miserable. Friends listen to your problem with attention and they also add some misery to you by telling you are really screwed up. This is why you never find people being alone. The moment you become alone then you start facing fakeness of being miserable. You will find it hard to share misery with yourself. This is the fundamental reason why you are not happy. You find happiness in sharing your misery. You always need someone to cry on. You need a shoulder to hang-on. Don’t wait for Money to be happy , don’t wait for Love to be happy. First start being Happy for no reason. then You will see whatever you wanted also start happening to you. This is law of reverse effect. Inner Happiness creates external Happiness. Happiness which depends upon external factors and not from inside is not happiness after all. It’s a temporary phenomena. You are bound to lose it. Inner Happiness is a bliss you can’t lose. It’s law of the nature : If you are happy you attract happiness , you try being miserable you attract misery. Start happiness as your attitude today and see the joy of this universe unfolding in-front of you. Love and lot’s of it dear ones Cheers Suresh From : http://sureshg.wordpress.com/2006/09/ A modern Hijab Poem ... Hijab ( headscarf the modesty of a muslim woman )
A modern hijab poem
(Author unknown) What do you see when you look at me
Do you see someone limited, or someone free All some people can do is just look and stare Simply because they can't see my hair Others think I am controlled and uneducated They think that I am limited and un-liberated They are so thankful that they are not me Because they would like to remain 'free' Well free isn't exactly the word I would've used
Describing women who are cheated on and abused They think that I do not have opinions or voice They think that being hooded isn't my choice They think that the hood makes me look caged That my husband or dad are totally outraged All they can do is look at me in fear And in my eye there is a tear Not because I have been stared at or made fun of
But because people are ignoring the One up above On the day of judgment they will be the fools Because they were too ashamed to play by their own rules Maybe the guys won't think I am a cutie But at least I am filled with more inner beauty See I have declined from being a guy's toy Because I won't let myself be controlled by a boy Real men are able to appreciate my mind
And aren't busy looking at my behind Hooded girls are the ones really helping the Muslim cause The role that we play definitely deserves applause I will be recognized because I am smart and bright And because some people are inspired by my sight The smart ones are attracted by my tranquility In the back of their mind they wish they were We have the strength to do what we think is right
Even if it means putting up a life long fight You see we are not controlled by a mini skirt and tight shirt We are given only respect, and never treated like dirt So you see, we are the ones that are free and liberated We are not the ones that are sexually terrorized and violated We are the ones that are free and pure We're free of STD's that have no cure So when people ask you how you feel about the hood Just sum it up by saying, 'Baby, its all good' My Love
Un Forgettable LOVE
An 'UN-FORGETTABLE' Love...
It was a busy morning, approximately 8:30 am, when an elderly gentleman, in his 80s, showed up to have sutures (stitches) removed from his thumb. He stated that he was in a hurry, as he had an appointment at 9:00 am.
I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound.
On examination, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, and got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.
While taking care of his wound, we began to engage in conversation. I asked him if he had a doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife.
I then inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while, and that she was a victim of Alzheimer Disease.
As we talked, and I finished dressing his wound, I asked if she would be worried if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now.
I was surprised, and asked him. "And you are still going every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?" He smiled as he patted my hand and said, "She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is."
I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm and thought, "That is the kind of love I want in my life." .....She was one fortunate lady.
True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be and will not be.
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