If It Fits, I Sits

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Babies And Cats

Very cute collection of babies and cats being together.

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Bwainz!

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Famous Paintings Improved By Cats

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The Great Wall Group Co., Ltd.

Chaozhou awarded as “The Porcelain Capital of China” is situated in eastern Guangdong province. The Great Wall Group Co., Ltd. was established in early 1996, specializing in the study, development, manufacture and management of various types of hi-tech porcelain products. It is not only one of the biggest porcelain manufacturers in China, but also one of the first companies that have been granted self-management import-export rights.

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ASTER Satellite Image of the Great Wall of China

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Why was the Great Wall of China built?

China is not the only country in history that has built a wall on its boundary. Athens, Rome, Denmark and Korea also did the same in the past. The Hadrian’s Wall in Northern England was also built to separate the Romans from barbarians. All were built for the purpose of defending their country against its invaders. The China Wall was no exception to this.

The Great Wall of China was first built in the 7th century, B.C. Before 221 B.C., three Chinese states in the North of China, called Qi, Yan and Zhao, constructed their own fortifications to defend their borders. However, in 221 B.C. the Qin Shi Huang who the first emperor of Qin dynasty, unified China, and linked the walls of the three states. He formed the first ‘Wan Li Chang Cheng’, Wall of China. This wall was 10,000 Li in length (2Li=1km.). Later, Emperor Han of West Han dynasty (206 B.C. to 25 A.D.) extended the Great Wall to 10000 km. Sui of Sui dynasty (581-618 A.D.) also built the Great Wall. Since then, the Great Wall was rebuilt, modified and extended for about 2000 years. Most of the Great Wall of China was built in the Ming dynasty (1368-1644), where it was extended by about 6000 km.

Some of the functions of the Great Wall also considered as being reasons for its existence are: 

1. The Great Wall was not just a wall, but many forts; beacon towers were built along the wall to house soldiers, and store grain and weapons, and it was used to transmit military information.

2. As it was built out of clashes between agricultural and nomadic economies, it served as protection to the economic development and cultural progress.

3. It safeguarded the trading routes, and secured the transmission of information and transportation.

4. A few parts of the Great Wall have become a tourist attraction, which was not really the intended function for it.

The primary purpose of building the Great Wall of China was always to protect the Chinese Empire from the Mongolians, and other invaders.

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Great Wall Chinese Food Restaurant

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Great Wall of China Collapses

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Gobind: My father was a simple man

GEORGETOWN: Gobind Singh, the second of Karpal’s five children, gently shook my hand as I conveyed my condolences on his father’s passing.

He appeared composed when I asked him if he would share his thoughts with us about his father who perished in a road accident on Thursday and we duly sat down in a corner of the crowded porch.
Gobind stared into blank space for a while before telling me with a small smile that the “Tiger of Jelutong” was a great father.

“He was the most loving father. He was extremely patient with us. Having him around meant a lot of fun.

“He was strictly principled but never once was he a disciplinarian. Instead he was always encouraging and never made us feel like studies were the only thing in life,” he said.

Gobind, who is also the Member of Parliament for Puchong, added that as a politician, Karpal was a great teacher.

“He was my ally in Parliament,” said Gobind, adding that Karpal was always humble and never made anyone feel like they were junior to him.

He said that it was rare to come across someone like his father and that is why he was so loved.
Gobind also shared that Karpal was a simple man who enjoyed little things like Sunday morning breakfast.

“He liked to come home over the weekend and have a meal with us in the Air Hitam coffee shop or the Nasi Kandar shop.

“He adored his grandchildren and often used them as an excuse for his rounds to the local Kentucky Fried Chicken, though we were all aware that it was he who loved the food there,” Gobind added.
Gobind noted that his mother Gurmeet Kaur has been especially affected by Karpal’s passing.
“She is the iron lady of the house who dedicated so much of her time before and after dad’s accident to looking after him.

“She played a pivotal role in his life and he in hers. I really do feel upset for her,” he said.
Gobind also acknowledged Michael Cornelius, Karpal’s assistant, who also perished in the Thursday morning accident.

“Michael sacrificed a lot for my father and during a meeting he had openly told him, ‘Thank you, without you I am nothing’ which caused Michael to break down.

“Michael gave his life for my father and his sacrifice was selfless. We would like to convey our deepest condolences to his family,” he added.

I thanked Gobind for his time with tears in my eyes thinking that while the Tiger of Jelutong’s roar may have been silenced, his legacy will live on.



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Seeing a Woman: A conversation between a father and son

Someday I am going to have to have the conversation with my son. No, not the conversation all parents dread giving and all kids are mortified having. I enjoy making people uncomfortable so that conversation should be fun.

No, I’m talking about another conversation. The one that happens after I catch his eye doing what male eyes do well – following an object of lust. We will probably be out at the mall, because that’s what dads do with their sons, and I’ll catch the look. Maybe we’ll go to the beach and see it. Doesn’t matter where it is, there will come a time when I will see it. And then it will be time for this conversation.

***** 

Hey, come here. Let me talk to you. I saw you look at her. I’m not judging you or shaming you. I know why you did. I get it. But we have to talk about it because how you look at a woman matters. 

 

A lot of people will try and tell you that a woman should watch how she dresses so she doesn’t tempt you to look at her wrongly. Here is what I will tell you. It is a woman’s responsibility to dress herself in the morning. It is your responsibility to look at her like a human being regardless of what she is wearing. You will feel the temptation to blame her for your wandering eyes because of what she is wearing – or not wearing. But don’t. Don’t play the victim. You are not a helpless victim when it comes to your eyes. You have full control over them. Exercise that control. Train them to look her in the eyes. Discipline yourself to see her, not her clothes or her body. The moment you play the victim you fall into the lie that you are simply embodied reaction to external stimuli unable to determine right from wrong, human from flesh.

Look right at me. That is a ridiculous lie.

You are more than that. And the woman you are looking at is more than her clothes. She is more than her body. There is a lot of talk about how men objectify women, and largely, it is true. Humans objectify the things they love in effort to control them. If you truly love a person, do not reduce them to an object. The moment you objectify another human – woman or man, you give up your humanity.

There are two views regarding a woman’s dress code that you will be pressured to buy into. One view will say that women need to dress to get the attention of men. The other view will say women need to dress to protect men from themselves. Son, you are better than both of these. A woman, or any human being, should not have to dress to get your attention. You should give them the full attention they deserve simply because they are a fellow human being. On the other side, a woman should not have to feel like she needs to protect you from you. You need to be in control of you.

Unfortunately, much of how the sexes interact with each is rooted in fear. Fear of rejection, fear of abuse, fear of being out of control. In some ways, the church has added to this. We fear each other because we have been taught the other is dangerous. We’ve been taught a woman’s body will cause men to sin. We’re told that if a woman shows too much of her body men will do stupid things. Let’s be clear: a woman’s body is not dangerous to you. Her body will not cause you harm. It will not make you do stupid things. If you do stupid things it is because you chose to do stupid things. So don’t contribute to the fear that exists between men and women.

A woman’s body is beautiful and wonderful and mysterious. Respect it by respecting her as an individual with hopes and dreams and experiences and emotions and longings. Let her be confident. Encourage her confidence. But don’t do all this because she is weaker. That’s the biggest bunch of crap out there. Women are not weaker than men. They are not the weaker sex. They are the other sex.

I’m not telling you to not look at women. Just the opposite. I’m telling you to see women. Really see them. Not just with your eyes, but with your heart. Don’t look to see something that tickles your senses, but see a human being.

My hope is that changing how you see women will change how you are around them. Don’t just be around women. Be with women.

Because in the end, they want to be with you. Without fear of being judged, or shamed, or condemned, or objectified, or being treated as other. And that’s not just what women want. That’s what people want.

Ultimately, it’s what you want.



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A Father’s Passing: One Year Later

Writing about my feelings over the past year has helped me. The simple act of getting what’s on the inside to the outside is helpful, of course. But more importantly, the comments I’ve received on my posts either directly on the blog or through discussions with family and friends has helped me learn that what I’m going through is normal. I had never really seen people in mourning. Mourning is such a private thing. Too many people don’t share it, including me. I share it through my writing. But I find it extremely difficult to share it by visibly displaying it. I suppose we don’t want to burden others with our pain. Or maybe we don’t want to appear weak. Or perhaps we know that life is already hard enough for everyone; we might as well deal with our own issues internally so others can get on with their own lives and issues.

Whatever the reason, we tend not to share our mourning with others. And the result for many of us is that we don’t understand the process and we find it difficult to deal with it. This is why I’m going to continue to write about this until I feel I don’t want to anymore. Many people have arrived at my blog by doing a simple Internet search using keywords such as “father”, “death”, “passing away”, etc. This means that there are people out there that need to understand their own mourning process through learning from the experiences of others. I know that I’ve learned much from my readers’ comments. I thank them dearly.

This past year has been very difficult for me. It doesn’t seem to be getting easier. I had expected it would. I thought time heals. It hasn’t; at least not yet. I remember my Baba all the time. Sometimes when I remember him it puts a big smile on my face. Most of the time it causes me to break down crying. I miss him more than I could ever describe. I’ve probably already said this in a previous post: it feels like I have a phantom limb. It feels like a part of me has been amputated but the rest of my body will not acknowledge its absence. I know he’s there. I just know it. But then I look for him and he’s gone. It’s a horrible horrible feeling. This feeling actually makes me feel thankful sometimes. I’m thankful that God knows my limits. Some people have to deal with the loss of more than one family member at the same time. I don’t want to imagine what that must be like. I am fortunate. God is teaching me about death slowly. I would not manage learning the lesson any other way.

I still dream about Baba. But they are more normal dreams as opposed to the dreams of burials that I had in the early days of his death. They are dreams of him still being in my life. He’s just there. And it’s nice to have him back that way. It’s a blessing.

I think the worst of it is when something triggers my memory of difficult times my father went through. This happened last night. A family event reminded me of an incident, several months before my father’s death, that caused him real heart break. He cried for days. My cousin called me while I was in the midst of an emotional breakdown remembering this. “Uncle Abbas is not worrying about these things now,” he told me. “He knows all the details about this incident now and more,” he continued. “And he could care less about them.”

My cousin was right. I know he’s right. This leads me now to understand that sometimes we continue to carry our loved ones’ pain with us even after it has gone away for them. Their pain is as alive in our hearts now as it was in their hearts then. It is for me, at least. I wish I knew how to release that pain. I don’t. This is a lesson I still need to learn.

My father’s death makes me think about my own death when the time comes and the effect it will have on my children. I want them to know how much I love them. I want them to know they are the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me. If anyone ever tells them that I was angry at them for doing one thing or the other I swear to God I will  haunt that person forever. My children are and have always been perfect. My children need to know that they are free to do with my memory as they please. They can keep it to themselves or they can share it with the world. Their memories of me and their experiences with me are theirs to own and no one else’s. I continue to feel guilty that my father died in a hospital. He wanted to die in his own bed. We had no choice but to take him to the hospital. I know my Baba won’t be angry with us about that. But it still hurts me to think about it. It hurts me immensely. I want my children to know that whatever happens, there is nothing they can do that will make me angry with them (except the fact that they never clean their rooms anymore…that makes me angry!).

I want them to live their lives to the fullest. I want them to know they can do whatever it is they want to do with their lives. If they need to be far away from me to do that, then so be it. If they don’t speak with me frequently because they are busy with their own personal stuff, it’s all right. I’ll be all dramatic about it. I know I will. I’ll throw temper tantrums when I don’t get a call once a week from each and every one of them. I promise. But all I really want is for them to be happy. I want them to know that I’m here for them whenever they need me. I had that with my Baba. I always knew I had that. He gave me my sense of security no matter how far away we were from each other. I was blessed.

Kids, when I die, bury me whatever way you see fit and wherever you think is most suitable. At this stage I have no after-death instructions. I may have figured it all out later in life. If not, just do what you think is best. I’ll be dead so it won’t really matter to me.  The only important after-death instruction from me is for you to be happy and to live your lives the way you want to. I’ll be happy no matter what you do as long as you do what you want to do.

A final note to the readers of my blog: my kids don’t read my blog as far as I’m aware. So when I die, can you please direct them here? :-)



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A Daughter Losing Her Father: Six Months Later

This blog post is not about me being morbid nor is it about me feeling sorry for myself. Over the past six months since my father died, I received a few comments on the two posts I made about my father’s passing. These were mainly comments from other women who experienced something similar and who were wondering how other women were dealing with it. More importantly, I noticed on my blog statistics page that almost every day people were using search engines with key words like “losing a father” and “daughter losing father” and thus getting referred to my blog.

Losing a parent is one of the most difficult things in the world and people want to know how to deal with it. It’s strange that I have seen family and friends lose parents but haven’t heard much from them about what it’s been like.

When my grandparents died, I knew it was hard for my father. He had a very strong connection to both of them. He’d talk about them and tell us his childhood memories of them. But I never saw him cry or exhibit pain over their loss. I assumed that because they were elderly when they died, losing them was just a part of growing older and that people had it in them to deal with that.

Two of my best friends lost parents as well. They both seemed very strong in dealing with it. I never heard anything from them about the difficulties they faced dealing with the loss. Again, the impression I got was that it was a normal phase of life that we go through and we’re built to deal with it.

I’m learning it’s not as easy as people make it seem to be. It doesn’t matter how old you or your parents are when they die, their passing is one of the most difficult things in the world to deal with. And it seems that it doesn’t matter what culture you come from, people tend to hold in their emotions while in front of others. People seem to think that they need to be strong for others. I know I’ve done this. I don’t want my own children to know I’m in pain over the loss of their grandfather. I don’t think they’ve seen me cry over his loss. If they are around and my father is brought up, I’ll put on a strong face, and even a smile, and talk about him lovingly. But then I may need to rush to the bathroom to let go of the tears in private.

So does it get any easier six months on? Not really. Not for me. I had a couple of good months where I felt the pain was easing. Most significantly, I stopped thinking of my father as often as the dead man lying on the hospital bed all covered in white. That phase was one of the most difficult. Perhaps one or two months after his death I started getting the more normal images of my father when I thought of him: my father lying on his bed in his bedroom telling me stories, my father sitting in his favorite lazy-boy chair watching TV, my father telling one of his dirty jokes and laughing his great belly laugh. Although the weeping hadn’t stopped, it became less frequent and less intense.

But it seems that I’m going through another phase of intensity again. It started a few weeks ago and it’s getting worse. Almost everything reminds me of my Baba. I think a lot in my head and somehow most of my thought processes end up leading me to my father even when they start out having nothing to do with him at all. And the minute the thought of him comes into my head that’s it. The intense weeping starts and I can’t help but call out, “Baba Baba Baba!” It’s worse in the mornings while I’m driving to work. But it can happen almost anytime. When I’m sad about something I remember my Baba because he’s the person I’d always go to for advice or consoling. When I’m happy about something I remember my Baba because he was always the first – and sometime only – person I really wanted to share my good news with. When I’m just normal I remember my Baba because it would have been nice to stop by his house for a few minutes on my way home to say hello or even to phone him up.

The dreams have been intense as well. I dream about him a lot. In all the dreams I can remember, he’s in the grave. Sometimes he’s awake in his grave and I feel relief that his death was just a big mix-up. It never really happened. Other times it’s as if he wants to tell me he’s all right. The most interesting dream I had was of visiting my father inside his grave. His grave was a large room. I went inside and there were young men wearing white cloth, somewhat similar to what pilgrim men wear in hajj, cleaning the grave. My father had been removed to a shelf above his spot in the grave so the spot could be cleaned. He was wrapped in a white blanket and part of his face was showing. He was resting peacefully. On another shelf in the same grave room was another man wrapped in white with part of his face showing, also resting peacefully. He looked like he was in his 40s. He had a close-shaven beard and his head didn’t have much hair. He was handsome. That man, I knew somehow, was the Prophet Muhammed peace be upon him. In the same dream but in another instance, my father was standing in his grave with his arms open for me. He had a huge smile on his face. He was happy and he wanted me to know that.

It must be important for our subconscious mind to convince itself that our loved ones are in a better place. This must be part of the healing process. I wake up from these dreams missing my father terribly but feeling happy for him. It does help to see him in my dreams.

I wish people shared more the things they go through when they experience happy and difficult times. I think that’s why I was such a big Oprah fan. Oprah and her guests broke down barriers by talking about feelings. By listening to what other women went through and being able to relate to it no matter how far away I was and how different my culture was made me feel normal. So many things we go through are just a normal part of this journey and sharing those things and having people share them with you helps you along the way.

Losing my father when I was at the ripe age of 42 was one of the most difficult things I’ve had to deal with.  Being able to share with you all has made it just a tiny bit easier. I hope someone out there finds solace in relating to my experiences.



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Special Hero © Christina M. Kerschen

When I was a baby,
you would hold me in your arms.
I felt the love and tenderness,
keeping me safe from harm.
I would look up into your eyes,
and all the love I would see.
How did I get so lucky,
you were the dad chosen for me.
There is something special
about a father's love.
Seems it was sent to me
from someplace up above.
Our love is everlasting,
I just wanted you to know.
That you’re my special hero
and I wanted to tell you so.



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Chicken Soup for the Father's Soul

The coauthors of Chicken Soup for the Golfer's Soul, USA Today's #1 bestselling sports book of 1999, bring readers this sure-fire hit for fathers celebrating the joys and challenges of fatherhood.
New dads, granddads, single dads and dads-to-be - this book offers them all an entertaining and inspiring collection of stories on the triumphs and trials of the amazing journey called fatherhood. Chapters include: Special Moments, Overcoming Obstacles, Insights and Lessons, The Joys of Fatherhood, Across the Generations, and Achieving Dreams. By sharing true experiences and insights, this book provides reassurance to fathers and a reminder to cherish the special moments in life.

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Standing up for his son

On a Thursday afternoon in May 2010, shortly after his mother dropped him off at home from school, Ty Field-Smalley, who was 11 years old, took his own life. He was only a week away from completing sixth grade. "We buried Ty May 17, 2010," says Kirk Smalley of his son, who had been relentlessly bullied by the same boy at school for two years.

Ty's bully ended up serving only one day of his three-day suspension, the first and only time he was punished by the school for harassing Ty.

The following Monday, after Ty had committed suicide, the bully "went up to a little girl and said that Ty died because of her," Smalley says. "Then she tried to go home and kill herself. The first day of school this year, the year after Ty died, the same little boy walked up to my son's best friend and said, 'I took care of one of you. Now let me see what I can do about you.'"

"Ty died 503 days ago."

Not only is Ty's father counting every day since he lost his son, but he has devoted himself to working for Stand for the Silent, a non-profit anti-bullying organization created by students in honor of Ty. "I'll fight bullying wherever it's found," Smalley has vowed. "Schools. Workplace. I’m not going to quit until bullying does." Since Ty's death, Smalley, who is from the small town of Perkins, OK, has spoken at more than 100 schools and addressed well over 100,000 children. He teaches the life-and-death consequences of bullying with testimonials, videos, and role-playing activities.

He's determined to save other children from such an unthinkable fate, and spare their parents such unimaginable misery. "If his mother, Laura, or I had any notion Ty would have done what he'd done, we would have done anything necessary to save him," Smalley says. He and his wife did what they could, including "constantly" going to administrators, begging them to do something to help Ty — to no avail. "Laura says she would have yanked him out of school. But this is a tough one. You can't run away from bullies all your life — there are bullies everywhere you go. Let's pull the bully out of school."

School policies victimize the victims

"We taught Ty to stick up for himself,” Smalley says, “but he never would. He was the smallest guy there was, but he'd stick up for other kids. There was another little kid, an American-Indian boy, who got picked on a lot. Ty would stick up for him and so the bigger boys would beat Ty up and leave the boy alone."

Finally, Ty had enough and he stood up for himself. He fought back, and when he did  both he and his bully were meted out the same punishment: suspension from school. This common practice, called a "no-tolerance" or "zero-tolerance" policy — which holds any child who is involved in an altercation responsible — sends the wrong message to a bully's victim, says Smalley. "Don't suspend children for being victims."

Ty was crushed by the suspension, says Smalley. The first time he ever defended himself, he was punished. Hours later, Ty took his life. "If someone on the street comes and jumps at you, you have to protect yourself. It's ridiculous that the schools don't have to follow the same rules and laws that our society does,” Smalley says.

Never hold the victim responsible for being bullied, he says. "They should tell the child, 'You'll be protected,'" not ask, as Smalley says the principal did at Ty's school, 'What did he do to get picked on?' That happens a lot," adds Smalley, who is adamant about not bringing the bully and victim together to resolve the problem, another regular practice at schools.

"Now the victim has to confront his tormentor face-to-face. That's so hard for a child to do. First, they are terrified. They know if they tell what's really happening, what's really going on, the bully will catch him in the playground and he'll pay the price. So the victim goes into the office and lies and says, 'He was just teasing me.' Bullies are smart. They get [grown-ups] to believe it’s the victim's fault.”

Making bullies’ parents accountable

More than the bullies, who Smalley points out are children themselves, he believes their parents should be held most accountable. "A bully's parents tend to be bullies," says Smalley, who adds that he's never met the bully's parents, nor have they ever approached him to talk or apologize — even after Ty died.

"Policies on bullying don't work," Smalley says. "Those are just pieces of paper, and if you ask a school about their bully policy, most schools don't even know if they have one. We need legislation that holds parent accountable for their kid's actions, that gives the schools an out if a child is being bullied so you can tell a bully's parents, 'You have two weeks to make a change in that kid's behavior.' If that doesn't change, you give [the parents] a warning. Then you fine them. If it's the fourth or fifth instance, they maybe you send [the parents] to jail for a few days."

Smalley, who with his wife Laura appears in Bully, a documentary to be released in March of 2012 (read our review of Bully), comes across as a calm and dignified, but grief-stricken, father who is not out for revenge or retribution — he isn't suing the school district or the bullies’ parents — but is steadfast in his crusade to fight the negligance, cruelty, and destructive rationalizations that perpetuate a culture of bullying.

“We got the answer that boys will be boys, that bullying is just a childhood rite-of-passage. That's not true. It's that way only because we allow it to be that way."



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Wish You Were Here © Diana Doyle

Three months have passed
I’ll never forget the day
Someone rang to tell me
That you’d gone away

The hurt is the same
Like an open wound
There are days
I don’t utter a sound

Some days the pain is stronger
It makes me sick and weak
I can’t stand this much longer
I just sit here and weep

I’ve shut my private door
And let no one in
Locking myself in a box
They try, but I won’t give in

You were like a rock
Strong, faithful and true
What worth has my life
Now I don’t have you

I was your first born
Daddy’s little girl
I took my own path
But was still part of your world

I was not the best
Guilty of neglect
But you know daddy dearest
I had so much respect

I always loved you
My dad, my star
Now my pain is
To worship you from afar

I love you now
As I did back then
I just hope... one day
I will see you again

I am so proud of you
Brave and strong to the end
Now when asked “how are you?”
There is no need to pretend

We all love and miss you so much, sleep well
and take care of all who went before you

Forever in my heart x



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Father Lyrics

Father hold father.
I know, he hasn`t been easy
To be there for me.
Hold my father, hold father.
I know, he hasn`t been easy,
But you will stay in my mind always.
Fasted for the boys,I was stays to playground.
We find this left on the merry go round.
Think about courierswho's the king with the crown.
Let me do everythingto perfect going down.

Our nature Boys must be boys
And I earn with stage of life you got to make a choice.
We got to work.
We got to work hardly.
Found different base
Would the same cards

It ain`t easy, ain`t easy be your man
To find the right woman who caresand understands.
The defraud do keep my words in your mind.
Love is got to give
And you can change your while.
To be your favour,
Think about your life.
We do the right thing at the right place in time.
Half passions exactly what we need.
I`m blessed to be your father, answer dead yes or die.

Father hold father.I know, he hasn`t been easyTo be there for me.Hold my father, hold father.I know, he hasn`t been easy,But you will stay in my mind always.

I`m sorry found didn`t mean to make you cry.
My dad also left and I still don`t no why.
I missed my daddy, he was strong older was.
I wonder if I see him in a feast daddy was love.
I wanna thank, I`ll pray to heaven father.
But touch you for my family, my sister and two brothers.
All we need is a food and a shelter.
 Keep it going on, and any can forever.
Another family`s bled drift the point.
How many man have a since sleeping in the dark.
God never knows, Everybody has a storry
The most man`s smile even do station have to worry.
We got to keep on.
We got a good reason, if a step for yourself at least the kid too need to feelin`.
I`m very proud to be the man that I am.
Thank you mum and dad,I do the best that I care.
You did all your good
It wasn`t enough.
I did understand,Why you were gone.
Now I`m a father of my own,
And I`m tryin` my best.

I need and understand your love.
Why did you go?
Why did you leave a sorrow love?
Father hold father.
I know, he hasn`t been easy to be there for me.
Hold my father, hold father.
I know, he hasn`t been easy,But you will stay in my mind always.



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Sembilan Nikmat Allah Untuk Kita

Bismillah…
Mencoba me-refresh tentang ilmu yang sempat disimpan di memori sambil kembali berbagi. Selamat menikmati.

Ada 9 nikmat yang Allah berikan untuk kita. Apa saja nikmat tersebut?

Nikmat Pertama: BUMI

اَلَمْ نَجْعَلِ الاَرْضَ مِهَدًا

Bukankah Kami telah menjadikan bumi sebagai hamparan?

Subhanallah, Allah telah menghamparkan bumi sebagai pijakan kita. Bumi yang telah Allah desain sedemikian rupa agar kita, makhluk-Nya yang suka angkuh ini, nyaman dan tenteram.
Coba lihat sekeliling kita, bebatuan, gemercik air, belaian lembut angin, warna-warni tumbuh-tumbuhan, nyanyian makhluk, dan masih banyak hal yang tidak dapat diungkap dengan lisan, namun mata mampu mendokumentasikan fotografi bumi Allah ini dengan sempurna. Kemudian, berlapis-lapis atmosfer melindungi kita dari sinar-sinar berbahaya, benda-benda langit yang terlontar dari orbitnya, dan dari ancaman-ancaman lain. Dan, dari semua yang ada di sekeliling kita, adakah yang cacat? Untuk menjawabnya, mari kita lihat potongan ayat di Q.S. Al-Mulk 3 berikut,

مَـا تَـرٰى فِي خَـلْقِ الرَّحْمـٰـنِ مِنْ تَـفـٰـوُتٍ

Tidak akan kamu lihat sesuatu yang tidak seimbang pada ciptaan Tuhan Yang Maha Pengasih

So, akankah kita bersyukur dengan menjaga bumi ini? Karena Indonesia tercatat di peringkat ke-4 sebagai Negara Perusak Lingkungan menurut WHO. Padahal jelas-jelas penduduk Indonesia adalah muslim. Miris? Tentu.

Nikmat Kedua: GUNUNG sebagai PASAK BUMI

وَّالجِبَالَ اَوْتَادًا

Dan gunung-gunung sebagai pasak?

Ilmu bumi moderen telah membuktikan bahwa gunung-gunung memiliki akar di dalam tanah dan akar ini dapat mencapai kedalaman yang berlipat dari ketinggian mereka di atas permukaan tanah. Jadi, kata yang paling tepat untuk menggambarkan gunung-gunung berdasarkan informasi ini adalah kata “pasak” karena bagian terbesar dari sebuah pasak tersembunyi di dalam tanah. Pengetahuan semacam ini, tentang gunung-gunung yang memiliki akar yang dalam, baru diperkenalkan di paruh kedua dari abad ke-19.

Sebagaimana pasak yang digunakan untuk menahan atau mencencang sesuatu agar kokoh, gunung-gunung juga memiliki fungsi penting dalam menyetabilkan kerak bumi. Mereka mencegah goyahnya tanah. Seperti dijelaskan dalam Q.S. An-Nahl 15

وَأَلْقَىٰ فِي الْأَرْضِ رَوَاسِيَ أَنْ تَمِيدَ بِكُمْ

Dan Dia menancapkan gunung-gunung di bumi supaya bumi itu tidak goncang bersama kamu

Coba cek link berikut: http://misykatulanwar.wordpress.com/2008/04/11/pasak-bumi-dalam-perspektif-geologi/, insyaAllah bisa lebih memahami keagungan Allah dan juga lebih memaknai kasih sayang Allah untuk hamba-Nya.

Nikmat Ketiga: MAKHLUK diciptakan BERPASANGAN

وَّخَلَقْنـٰـكُـمْ اَزْوَاجًا

Dan Kami menciptakan kamu berpasang-pasangan

Subhanallah, Allah mengetahui bahwa hamba-Nya akan merasa sepi jika sendiri. Oleh karena itu Allah menciptakan pasangan bagi makhluk-Nya.





Bagi manusia, agar mampu melahirkan regenerasi penerus yang mampu mengelola bumi Allah dengan baik. Bagi hewan dan tumbuhan, agar mampu menyediakan kebutuhan manusia dan memperindah bumi Allah. Bagi makhluk-makhluk lain, agar melengkapi kesempurnaan penciptaan Allah sekaligus sebagai pelajaran bagi makhluk lain.

Nikmat Keempat: TIDUR sebagai ISTIRAHAT

وَّجَعَلْنَـانَوْمَـكُمْ سُبَـاتًـا

Dan Kami jadikan tidurmu sebagai istirahat

Alam tercipta untuk saling bergerak dan terus berdzikir kepada Allah hingga masa kerja mereka habis, baru setelah itu mereka istirahat di hari kiamat kelak. Namun, betapa Allah sangat menyayangi kita dengan mendesain tubuh kita dengan rasa letih dan lemah, sehingga kita mampu menikmati tidur sebagai satu bentuk istirahat.





Jantung kita istirahat sejenak ketika kita bersin. Sel-sel beristirahat dengan membunuh diri setelah ia memperbanyak regenerasinya. Dan masih banyak bentuk istirahat yang Allah berikan untuk makhluk-Nya, walaupun itu sangat singkat menurut standar manusia dan lebiiiih singkat lagi menurut standar Allah. Subhanallah!

Nikmat Kelima: MALAM sebagai PAKAIAN

وَّجَعَلْنَـاالَّيْــلَ لِبَــاسًا

Dan Kami jadikan malam sebagai pakaian

Subhanallah, Allah mendesain tubuh kita terdiri dari partikel-partikel yang memiliki alarm tersendiri untuk menyesuaikan diri dengan waktu yang Allah gulirkan. Alarm biologis ini bernama Suprachiasmatic Nuclei (SCN) yang ada di hipotalamus otak kita.

Mengapa Allah mempergulirkan malam? Selain untuk beristirahat dari topeng yang mungkin kita bawa seharian ketika beraktivitas, malam Allah jadikan sebagai tabir kita dari manusia lain, pakaian yang menutupi kita. Waktu yang Allah berikan kepada kita agar kita menampilkan segala kelemahan kita, keluh kesah kita, ketidakberdayaan kita dengan ikhlas di hadapan-Nya sambil bersimpuh dan hanyut dalam tangisan pengharapan. Kesempatan yang Allah berikan bagi kita untuk mengisi ulang bahan bakar kita dalam memburu rezeki Allah keesokan harinya.

Nikmat Keenam: SIANG sebagai PENGHIDUPAN

وَّجَعَلْنَـاالنَّـهَارَمَعَـاشًا

Dan Kami menjadikan siang untuk mencari penghidupan

This is our showtime!


Subhanallah, kita tidak tinggal di kutub, yang malamnya lebih panjang dari pada waktu siangnya. Inilah waktunya kita bertebaran di seluruh pejuru bumi Allah untuk meraih limpahan rezeki yang Allah obral besar-besaran bagi hamba-Nya yang berpikir, bersungguh-sungguh dan sabar. Dan Allah akan menambah nikmat bagi hamba-Nya yang mensyukuri waktu ini.
Ayo bekerja! Semangaaaat menjalani hari kerja kita ^___^

Nikmat Ketujuh: LANGIT yang KOKOH

وَّبَنَيْنَـافَوْقَـكُمْ سَبْعًـاشِدَا دًا

Dan Kami membangun di atasmu tujuh langit yang kokoh

Subhanallah, makhluk agung ini, langit, dibangun Allah tanpa tiang penyangga. Namun ia kokoh mengayomi berbagai makhluk yang bersemayam di tubuhnya juga senantiasa berdzikir mengagungkan penciptanya. Tidak seperti kita yang masih sering lalai untuk mengingat pencipta kita, Dzat yang sangat menyayangi kita.
Banyak ayat yang menyebutkan langit dibangun dalam 7 lapisan. Mungkin saja tidak dzhahir 7, allahu ‘alam, hanya saja yang perlu kita pahami adalah Allah membangun langit dalam beberapa lapis, di mana masing-masing lapis memiliki ‘kisah’ masing-masing oleh ‘penghuni’ masing-masing. Subhanallah,

Nikmat Kedelapan: PELITA/ MATAHARI

وَّجَعَلْنَــاسِرَا جًـاوَّهَّـاجًـا

Dan Kami menjadikan pelita yang terang-benderang (matahari)

Pernahkah terlintas dalam pikiran kita, jika matahari tidak ada apa yang terjadi ya?

Matahari, bintang yang Allah berikan untuk kita, bintang yang cahayanya menerangi bumi kita, bintang yang sinarnya memanaskan bumi kita, dan bintang yang menjadi pusat revolusi bumi kita.
Jika tidak ada matahari, mungkin bumi kita akan menjadi seperti rumah yang apek karena banyaknya pakaian kotor yang menumpuk, atau mungkin seperti lingkungan yang kotor karena dedaunan yang gugur tidak membusuk, atau mungkin tidak ada makanan yang namanya ‘keripik’ karena tidak ada yang punya gigi kuat :)
Subhanallah…

Nikmat Kesembilan: AIR

وَّاَنْـزَالْنَــامِنَالْمُعْـصِـرَاتِ مَآءً ثَـجَّــاجًــا

Dan Kami turunkan dari awan, air hujan yang tercurah dengan hebatnya

Air adalah 70% penyusun partikel tubuh kita, dan 2/3 bagian bumi juga isinya air. Wajar jika kita stress kalau tidak ada air yang bisa diminum ataupun digunakan karena mungkin makhluk lain juga lebih stress lagi. Wajar juga kalau berdampak buruk bagi kesehatan jika kita sampai dehidrasi atawa kehilangan cairan karena di dalam tubuh kita itu ada samudera terbentang :)


 
 

Air pula yang melindungi janin di rahim bunda. Air pula yang menjadi penyusun dominan dalam darah. Air pula yang menjadi system pengaman mata kita. Air pula yang menjadi AC bagi tubuh kita. Subhanallah!

Subhanallah, banyak nian nikmat yang Allah berikan untuk kita. Siapakah yang pencipta terbaik? Ah, mari kita lirik potongan ayat di Q.S. Al-Mu’minun 14 berikut,

فَتَبَـارَكَ اللهُ اَحْسَنُ الْخَـالِقِيْنَ

Maha suci Allah, Pencipta yang paling baik

Satu hal yang mungkin harus dipahami dalam pembahasan beberapa ayat dalam Q.S. An-Naba 6-14 ini adalah pemilihan penggunakan kata KAMI yang Allah gunakan. Menurut pandangan manusia, ‘kami’ adalah bentuk jamak. Artinya, lebih dari satu orang. Lantas, berarti Allah itu tidak cuma satu dong? Atau, Allah itu lemah dong, buktinya ‘kami’ itu digunakan Allah untuk menunjukkan siapa yang menciptakan? Wew, berhati-hatilah dalam memaknai hal ini.

Sekarang, pernah kah kita berpikir, Akulah pemilik segala keagungan di mana ketika kalian(manusia/makhluk) mencapainya secara bersama-sama, Aku mampu melakukannya sendiri.

Ya, kata KAMI dipilih Allah untuk menunjukkan betapa tak terbatasnya kekuatan Allah, betapa agung Dzat-Nya, dan betapa tak tertandingi kesempurnaan-Nya.
Maha Sempurna Allah dengan segala firman-Nya.

Allahu’alam



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Bila Hati Berbicara

Sudah beberapa malam tidur aku ditemani bulan. Indah. Aku ungkapkan bicara hati pada sekeping kertas. Bulan pada malam ini memanggil aku untuk meluahkan apa yang aku rasa. Bukan luahan karya penulis agung terkenal. Hanya sebuah coretan dengan sedikit ilmu yang aku coretkan. Selebihnya hanya sebuah perasaan.

Melihat bulan aku terus tertancap dengan wajah-wajah yang aku kenal. Mungkin aku terlalu rindukan mereka. Mak, kakak dan rakan-rakanku. Seolah ternampak wajah mereka di mata. Adakah itu yang aku nampak, itu yang difikirkan atau itu bisikan hati… aku rindu?

Minda ku bermain sendiri. Berbicara dengan hati. Berbicara dengan bulan. Aku teringat tulisan pada sebuah buku yang ku baca. Jika kita rindukan seseorang maka sampaikanlah meskipun pada angin. Dan kemudian lepaskanlah. Merindu boleh menjadi penyakit jiwa. Mungkin aku salah seorang yang mengalami penyakit ini. Namun aku rela, kerana ia membuatkan aku rasa aku masih punya hati.

Bicara dari buku
Siapa yang aku rindukan. Siapa yang aku cari? Aku terbaca sebuah buku, yang selalu ku simpan dan ku ulang baca. Ya, bukulah menjadi peneman ku sekarang ini. Setia.

“Sebenarnya bukan seseorang yang kamu rindukan, tetapi kasih sayang dari Allah yang disampaikan melalui temanmu yang kamu rindui. Kamu rindukan kasih sayang DIA.”

Ringkas kata-kata itu namun terkesan di hati. Kebahagiaan datangnya dari Allah, sebuah anugerah yang jarang-jarang kita syukuri.

Apabila anugerah itu menjauh, kita mula merindu. Begitulah manusia. Sesudah kehilangan baru menyedari apa yang dipunyai sebelum ini. Malam ini juga ingatan ku kuat pada sahabat ku. Seorang demi seorang. Kami berbeza tetapi kami serasi bersama. Seorang dengan gayanya yang yakin, seorang lembut dan baik hati dan seorang lagi penuh sifat keibuannya.

Bicara seorang teman
Baru-baru ini aku berbual dengan salah seorang daripadanya. Berbicara tentang apa yang kami lalui bersama. Bahagia. Itu sahaja perkataan yang boleh menggambarkannya. Ingatan itu semakin kuat satu persatu sehingga aku merasa amat rindu. Hampir boleh aku dengar degup jantung ku sendiri. Kembara hati malam itu membawa aku ke lembah sunyi.

Jika boleh diundurkan masa, aku mahu merasakan kembali bahagia itu. Tetapi sudah ketentuannya masa itu beredar. Dunia itu berubah. Manusia juga berubah. Keadaan tidak akan sama seperti dulu. Mungkin bahagia itu hadir dengan cara berbeza. Aku yang perlu mencarinya.

Aku kemaskan duduk di atas katil. Terus menulis berteman bulan. Aku rasakan tidak ramai antara kita yang mengambil peluang sebegini untuk menyelami rasa hati. Malam ini aku bersyukur kerana aku masih ada kesempatan untuk menulis, untuk berkongsi.

Aku tidak mahu lagi rasa merugi kerana membiarkan memori indah aku terkubur tanpa coretan. Takut minda ini lambat laun tidak lagi mampu berfungsi. Sedangkan rasa itu terlalu indah untuk diingati.

Bicara memori
Sahabat tidak perlu berbicara untuk menyatakan dia sahabat. Sahabat tidak perlu diminta untuk berada di sisi. Sahabat itu hadir bila kau memerlukannya. Sahabat itu ada meskipun tanpa bicara. Airmatamu satu kesakitan buatnya. Senyummu cahaya. Aku melemparkan pandangan jauh ke langit malam. Aku rindu.

Memori dan suara hati bersilih ganti, dalam sebuah kembara jiwa yang tidak ada garis panduannya. Aku biarkan sahaja semuanya mengalir. Tentang sahabat, tentang diri ku, tentang keluarga, tentang semuanya.

Banyak memori yang aku lalui. Suka duka, dan itulah kehidupan. Tidak akan terasa manis jika tiada pahitnya. Tidak akan terasa suka jika tiada dukanya. Aku menilai diri pada malam itu, betapa kurangnya aku bersyukur dengan keduanya. Suka dan duka.

Kehidupan itu seimbang. Nafas yang diambil perlu dikeluarkan. Suka yang diperoleh perlu dikongsikan. Bersyukurlah dengan setiap kesempatan yang ada. Merindu satu anugerah dan bersyukurlah meskipun sakit yang dirasakan. Namun merindui tuhanMu adalah terpaling indah.
Malam itu juga baru aku sedari banyak memori manis yang telah aku lalui. Sedangkan pahit itu hanya akhir ini. Tidak cukupkah dengan manis yang aku rasakan? Mungkin sudah tiba masanya aku merasa pahit pula. Supaya lebih manis yang ku terima selepas ini?

Bulan pembuka bicara. Hati mencurah rasa. Minda menulis kata. Malam ini aku seakan menulis semua kisah. Seakan belajar pada diri ku sendiri. Inikah yang dinamakan Uzlah? Ya mungkin inilah dia aku rasa. Maaf, aku cetek ilmu. Tetapi sungguh banyak yang kita boleh belajar dengan melihat diri.

Di manakah bulan anda malam ini? Lihatlah, berbicaralah hati. Anda dapat menyelami diri. Melepaskan setiap rasa yang terbuku di hati. Bila hati berbicara, dunia seolah mendengarnya.
Tanamkan dalam khayalmu tentang keindahan dan biarkan ia tertulis di hatimu.



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