1.Tongue tells the word
The tone tells the truth
2. All hardships become easy
when Mom is alive
3. Mom’s one habit,
resembles with God
Both forgive us!
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1.Tongue tells the word
The tone tells the truth
2. All hardships become easy
when Mom is alive
3. Mom’s one habit,
resembles with God
Both forgive us!
……………………………… 🙂
What is your least favorite personal quality in others? Extra points for sharing your least favorite personal quality in yourself.
I dislike discrimination, even if my best friend treats someone differently, I won’t hesitate to let her know. I had the unfortunate experience of facing it a number of times.
It is not a quality anyone should be proud of. It changes human’s personality, this behavior shows up in one’s face. Imagine this face one spends so much time and effort to look good cannot look pleasant, because one’s internal feeling takes over and this very face turns ugly.
Sometimes in our lives we become mean like Mr. Grinch. I am no exception, when someone hurts my feelings I tend to remember it and find it difficult to forgive them ever. I know it’s a terrible habit.
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As kids we’re told , time and time again,that lying is wrong.Do you believe that’s always true?In your book, are there any exceptions?
Yes I can recall my mother telling me more than once, that lying is the biggest sin and God never forgives liars, at the same time she remarked, “if your life is in danger and lying will save you, God will forgive you.”
I’ve always told everyone this story, what they thought I never found out. As I was growing up, meeting more people taught me it’s not the only thing that saves you, there are varied circumstances when a lie helps the poor student to get motivated. I had a boy in my class who was very slow in his work, he’d look around and find all his classmates had finished the task while he was not even close to finishing it.
One day I watched him doing his work to make him feel better I said, “You’re doing good continue.”
These words of mine triggered something in his mind, he burst out crying, “Miss I’ll never make it,I will fail.”
I saw his concern, I had to say something to relieve his tension, I smiled and replied, “You are the best one in my class if you fail, no one will pass.”
Did I lie, partly, he was not the best student, but he was one of the boys who persevered and I did not believe he’d fail.
Kids sometimes cannot gauge their performance themselves, someone older or a teacher’s opinion makes them feel better.
In my teaching career I found out if the teacher is positive the student believes in himself or herself. If a lie helps a child to perform better I wouldn’t hesitate to say it!
nk: https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/12/12/dp-daily-promp…et-little-lies
Clothes and toys,recipes and jokes,advice and prejudice: we all have to handle all sorts of hand-me-downs.Tell us some of the meaningful hand-me-downs in your life.
“Hand-Me-Downs, ” I like this thoughtful and wonderful title.
I have some meaningful hand-me-downs from my Dad and Mom.
These are some I always think about and abide by: One day my Dad came back from work, for some reason he came to my room, I had my books scattered on the floor I was doing my homework, he was not happy to see me on the floor, or do my work in the dark, he turned on the light and said, “never do your work in the dark, you’ll have problem with your eyes.”
I sat up and replied, “All right, Abba.”( Abba is an Arabic word for Dad).
I resumed my work, my Dad smiled and said, “Are you doing your homework?”
I replied, “No Dad,I’m doing my friend’s homework?”
His facial expression immediately changed, he was angry, “Ranu, he said, I do not ever want to hear you’re doing your friend’s homework, my advice to you is do not let  anyone take advantage of you.”
After that incidence my Dad was never angry with me.
My Mom had plenty of advice for me, I spent most of my time with her when I wasn’t playing with my siblings.
My Mom was a very religious person she told me stories about the prophet on one of these occasions the subject changed to telling lies, she once told me, “Ranu you should never lie, God will not forgive you, the only time you’d be forgiven is when your life is in danger, another thing back-biting she said was a serious sin, you must never talk about other people, if they are mean, ignore them, she also said otherwise their sins will fall on your shoulders.”
I know these from when I was six years old. Do I remember these, I do most of the time but when people are mean I cannot help talking about them.
The above are the hand-me-downs I treasure because they were advice from my parents.
: https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/09/10/dp-daily-prompts
Describe a little thing— one of the things you love that defines your world but is often overlooked.
I remember when I was in college I was a very shy teenager, I stayed away from people who talked too much and had a very big ego. I disliked that part of their personality and kept myself aloof from them.
I met a senior student who came forward and introduced herself,she was taught by my sister, she felt I was lonely and did her best to make me comfortable.
One day I thought maybe if I introduced my sister to my classmates they might try to be friendly with me. Hoping my sister wouldn’t mind I asked her to accompany me to my college. At first she said she would, but when I was ready to go back to college ,she told me she was unable to go. Her reason, she had more important things to do than go to my college. I was angry,I picked up my bag and left the house.
Hours later she came to my college, her important work did not materialize, therefore she decided to visit me. It was too late I did not forgive her.
It was only a little thing I asked for, my sister overlooked it, I was disappointed , at my age then I viewed things differently I felt my sister rejected me because  to her I wasn’t important enough!
: https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/05/03/writing-prompt…-little-things/
I wish I knew someone who I can forgive and forget. In my case there is no one like that. I am glad there is none important enough to consider.
My least favorite quality in others is lying. There are people I know who think  lying is great ,because they look for sympathy from others. I think they’d learn their lesson some day when the people they confided in would find out they’ve been misled. It’ll turn out to be , “The boy who cried wolf story.”
We all have qualities that are least favorite. How can we not, we are humans. Some of us have qualities that are not too bad as long as it does not hurt others.
My least favorite personal quality is: I get angry too quickly without weighing out the situation. I do a few things I’m not proud of, I stop talking with the person for days. It seems my anger keeps building up instead of  abating. I do this with my siblings most of the time. If someone comes to talk to me I get angry with him/her too.  I try not to lie,from early childhood my Mom ingrained in me the fact that, “God will never forgive if you lie. The only time He will forgive you is when your life is in danger.”
Time is important in our lives,yet we aren’t concerned when we waste it. Whether we  do so by idle gossip,lazing around,watching television,or nothing at all. Despite the fact we keep hearing the words “Time and Tide waits for no one!”Â
If “Time” itself gives us the opportunity by standing still,for just a moment,what on earth can we tweak in,at that precise moment? Personally,I’d pray to God to forgive me for all the time I’ve wasted doing unimportant things when I had the time to thank Him for being so kind to me , providing me with : food,shelter,all the necessities of life and above all friends and awesome people I met in this life!
O. Lord,forgive my, weariness,
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If I fall behind O Lord.
my palpitating heart  is trembling
forgive this pain ,O lord forgive me.
forgive this wretchedness, O lord,
if I ever look back.
The sun’s intense heat  dried my  prayer garland in the dish,
forgive my sad fate, O Lord forgive me.
The title of this poem is ‘Question’
O God,you sent messengers so many times
in this cruel world___
they said,’forgive all, Â ‘said give love___
remove all bad thoughts from your heart’.
they are  respected, they are remembered, still outside
in these bad times their efforts failed.
I saw secret jealousy in the insincere darkness
how it hit the helpless people.
I saw ____no justice against the criminals
the verdict went against the innocent and made them cry quietly.
I saw young boys running to save their lives
what a painful death they suffered.
My voice is silent today, my flute has lost its melody.
In this dark fortnight who has
destroyed my world that seems like a nightmare.
This is why I ask you with tearful eyes____
those who have poisoned your air, turned off your lights,
did you forgive them, Â did you love them?
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