. . . A TOUCHING STORY EVER SHARED . . .

Today, on the way to work, I was listening to the news. My tears fell as I heard another 'baby remain' found yesterday morning - IN A PLASTIC BOX!!! It's just so . . . May Allah open their hearts for mercy to Him The Almighty and to see their IMMORALITY so not to lose anymore innocent soul ever borned!!

Really people! I just don't get it! How could a mother do that to her own kid?? After having it for 9 months in her womb??? The report said, the normal, complete baby boy was believed to be abandoned, with its umbilical chord still attached to its small tummy. Ya Allah!! What were they thinking, how were they feeling, leaving the baby there, in the box? In the dumpster?? Masya Allah!! How could they ever do that? To such an innocent soul? I couldn't find any acceptable excuses for them doing such an immoral act!! Na'uzubillah!!

Later today, I found a story when I was browsing the net. Just wanna share this with you all . . . Hope it'll give us an inch of insight and awareness on how precious everyone's life is . . .

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I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back. The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old. The Cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll." Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?'' The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.'' Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. "It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her." I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there." His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister."

My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall." Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me. I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister." Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?" "OK" he said, "I hope I do have enough."

I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money. The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!"

Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me! I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose. My mommy loves white roses."

A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.

Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away. I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

For those who prefer to think that God is not watching over us.... go ahead and ignore this. For the rest of us... pass this on.

The value of a man or woman resides in what he or she gives, not in what they are capable of receiving.

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SAVE LIVES! DON'T RUIN INNOCENT SOULS!!

... I FEEL ... I SEE ...

I feel you there
I feel you in the air
I see you see me
I see you care

I feel your lost
I feel your bare
I see your thought
I see your scare

I feel you near
I feel you afar
I see you here
I see your star

I feel you night
I feel you day
I see you close
I see you away

I feel your sense
I feel you everywhere
I see your absence
I see you nowhere

I feel your presence
I feel your company
I see your charm
I see your harm

I feel you’re lost
I feel you still
I see you’re cross
I see you nil

~A woman's thought of a man who's always present but absent in mind~
~A man's sense of a woman's sensitivity and demands~
~A lover's wish for a loyal soulmate~
~A partner's reaching that's still far~

~~LOVERS DAY NO MORE~~

When time’s here
She sees well
When time’s gone
She feels ill
To him she looks up
To sides she ignores
When time is up
Her heart sores

Lovers here
Lovers there
Where she is
No one cares
Waits for him
The one truly
When it’s coming
Gone she flees

Hearts desire
All differs
Her heart’s felt
He conquers
Her heart’s filled
He seems there
When the day comes
He’s just nowhere

There she’s again
All in pain
Lonely and dead
Hard to get
When time’s here
She’s alone
When he’s there
She’s all gone

It's my first time alone on Lovers Day in six years ... Feels so empty now that I've no one to pour my heart out to. Just let out these verses here on Valentine's Day. I shed my first tear the moment I finished the last line. Guess I've kept those hurtful feelings inside for so long. Now that it's exploded, I hope I'd smile again tomorrow.

Happy Valentine's Day everyone! May our hearts guide us to happiness and everlasting love ...

I LOVE YOU by Joanna Wang

I love you
Say we’re together baby
You and me . . .

I can only give my life
And show you all I am
In this breath I breathe
I will promise you my heart
And give you all you need
If you take some time

If you tell me you don’t need me anymore
That our love will won’t last forever . . . No . . .
I will ask you for a chance to try again
To make our love a little better . . . Ooh . . .

I love you
Say we’re together baby
Say we’re together . . . Ooh . . .
I need you
I need you forever baby
You and me . . .

You said you hardly know
Exactly who I am
So hard to understand
And you’re right from the start
From the way I felt inside
If you read my mind

If you tell me you don’t need me anymore
That our love will won’t last forever . . . No . . .
I will ask you for a chance to try again
To make our love a little better . . . Ooh . . .

I love you
Say we’re together baby
Say we’re together . . . Ooh . . .
I need you
I need you forever baby
You and me . . .

Remember when you used to hold me
Remember when you made me cry
You said you loved me
Oh you did
Yes you did

I love you
Say we’re together baby
Say we’re together . . . Ooh . . .
I need you
I need you forever baby
You and me . . .

LOVE IS...

I used to ask a friend how does it feel to be in love and she'd say, "It's a wonderful feeling that wherever you go, you'd wonder if he's there somewhere watching over you." So I thought to myself, is that a good feeling when you just can't feel your 'freedom' IF he's 'just' everywhere you go? Is it a good feeling when you just keep looking and finally find him nowhere to be seen? So I thought to myself, "Well, love is not just 'that' I believe. Love must be shown to all!!"

Personally for me, to love is to fight for the one we love. To love is to be there for him when he's in need. To love is to do everything for him just to put him away from any pain and misery. To love is just, HIM. Him and only him. When I love, HE shall come first, then ME ... Therefore, for all the love that I've had for those in my past, I never have a bit of regret for not seeing any of them work as I have, proudly, shown them 'my love' unconditionally!!!

Recently I met a guy in Tagged, whom I called Seagull (still wondering why he calls himself that really!). We had a long chat over what LOVE really means. The conversation dragged on with us talking about the 'types' of love that we have. It was so 'educational' that eventually I gotta learn all meanings of love, through a perspective of a man.

Confidently, I said to him that I have felt 'love' before, telling him it's an indescribable feeling that nobody can ever figure out how it actually feels. Proudly, I told him how I have treated my loved ones with all my heart and soul, sacrificing almost everything that I ever owned, not regretting any of them. Proud, that's what I felt for I thought I had won the charts of 'the greatest love ever shown'!!

Then he argued, pointing out, how would I love my family then? Because, the love to our family is so unconditional that we'd show it through trust, thoughts and loyalty. A father's love to his child is so unlimited that he'd sacrifice his years of adulthood to see his baby grow with his two bare hands. A mother's love to her child is so great that it can't be measured by any length that she'd pour all her sweat to see her own breed see the world freely.

Our love to our family is so unconditional that however we feel about someone, it can never be as great as the love of a father or mother to their child. Though we had sacrificed everything for the one we so-called 'love', would that be as the same level of the sacrifice made by our family to us? Should we show a person how much we love him? How should we treat him? Care for him? Have what you had done so far made you be 'qualified' as loving someone deeply? If to love is to love unconditionally, how do we do it so as to prove to the world that we do feel that way for the person we love??

The conversation made me wonder whether I ever loved someone unconditionally before or had I just being plainly 'stupid' by trying to prove to everybody 'how much' I have loved him? Or have I just being ... plainly 'dumb' for keep giving and giving and never get anything in return??

Really Seagull, you've made my head go round thinking of what we talked about. Thank you for the chat and really, you've made me think of the real meaning of LOVE ... and still searching ...

Stumbled

Stepped on the pit stumbled and down
Crawled up and saw the line
Sun shone through and hit the ground
Too clumsy and lift the gown
Eyes on her with the frowns
Heads shaking words thrown
What a lady so clumsy
All cheeky and so dirty
What choice do I have she'd say
I'm just a lady with a fair
Survival is priority no one cares
She's a lady stronger than others
So don't laugh and point at her
She's just a soul like us all

This I wrote on my thought of women who are facing difficulties in life, victimised by the world around them and surviving on their own two bare hands. They maybe labeled as a bad omen but if you could see their pain, how they have faced and gone through the twist of life and still surviving ... I see that as a victory!

Let's see it this way my friends. Nobody wants to live a bad life. All of us want to be in some sort of Disney World's happy endings and living happily ever after. Do you think these women 'choose' to be like this? Living in the dark world and losing their dignity? I don't think so! No one is born with black hearts.

They have their reasons to be there. If we could give them a hand and lift them out of that world they live in, why not! They don't have a choice, that's them saying. But we DO have a choice to make their life better so let's help these women out of their misery. Let them taste the love of all and acceptance of all people. Why not! We can make this happen!!

Prayed Wishes ~ Have You Ever ~

Have you ever woken up in the middle of the night and felt something was missing?
Have you ever wondered how complete you could have been if you did something you wished you should’ve done?
Have you ever thought of turning back the time to change something you wished you shouldn’t do?
Have you ever wished to be somewhere you prayed you should be instead of someone else?
Have you ever wanted your life differently than the life you have now?
Have you ever dreamt of replacing one’s pain just to see them happy?
Have you ever yearned for an everlasting attention from one you care?
Have you ever quit wishing for something you ever wanted in life?
Have you ever given up hope on something you have fought so much before?
Have you ever stopped praying for His attention and mercy so you’d have that smile on your face again?
Have you ever considered giving answers to all these questions?
You would say by now, have I really wished for a better life?
Have I really lived a good life?
Sometimes, I do ask myself questions like these.
Whatever answers I have in my hands, I am sure I worth God’s creation.
Thank you Lord for all the attentions you have given me. Who am I to complain? I am just your humble servant walking on your living earth till I one day bow my head to you finally.